Fanfic: [CHORES]
Title: CHORES.
Author: harukamaru
Characters/Pairings: OC!MALE!ID-tan, Holland, OC!FEMALE!PH-tan, with some mentions of America, China, Malaysia.
Warnings: It's fail!crack, it's guyxguy (kind of) and lots of silly mistakes because I did this at 12AM, will edit later btw.
Summary: Indonesia is sick of Holland's behaviour, kind of.
Really, Indonesia was sick and tired of his brother. He doesn't get it, why does he have to do his chores? It's not fair! He has other things to do! Like: bother Malaysia. Or maybe drink some tea with China-nii-san. Doing chores? It's so not Indonesia! He was more of a...laid-back person.
Chores are gay, especially when it's not your job to do it, Indonesia decided.
His step-brother (well, step or no step, Holland is still treating him like his own brother), Mas Holland, or 'The Netherlands', the name that his brother wanted him to call Mas Holland, was a bully. Actually, Mas Holland told Indonesia to call him 'broeder', but Indonesia doesn't speak Dutch! He speaks Indonesian! So that's why Indonesia calls dear Mas Holland 'Mas'. He knows that Holland hates it when Indonesia calls him that, but Indonesia speaks Indonesian, not Dutch. Anyways, about Mas Holland, he's a bully to Indonesia. Why? He doesn't know. Is it because he's cute? He checked the mirror a couple of times. Well, he could say he's decent-looking, but not over-attractive, not like Mas Inggeris. Well, whatever the reason is, he still detest his own brother.
Indonesia whipped his head across the room when he saw a very tall dark figure walking towards him.
"Ah, you're back, mas", Indonesia spat
"AWWW AREN'T YOU JUST SO CUTE, I'M GLAD TO HAVE YOU AS MY CUTE BROEDER" and Holland suddenly wrapped his sausage-like arms around Indonesia.
Wh-Wha--
And Holland suddenly flew like a gorgeous bird he is. Well, kind of. He's a human but-
"DO-DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN, MAS" And as soon as Holland came back down, Indonesia's fist made wonderful contact with Holland's chin, again.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
Indonesia ran around the house, laughing, with Holland behind his track, holding his jaw. The house was filled with joyous laughter.
Indonesia looked back.
Oh shoot
Holland already glomped on him, well, he can't really do much anyways, since Mas Holland's tall, built body crashed onto Indonesia's small, frail frame.
"HEY GUYS I BROUGHT SOME HALO-HA-"
Philippines froze. Was she interrupting them? Should she...leave? She could only think of one word: Awkward.
As soon as Indonesia heard Phillipines' wonderful voice, he suddenly laid his hands on to his brother's chest and started to push him off, but to no avail, he dropped his hands.
"Mind leaving it on the table? Me and my broeder are kind of busy" Holland winked at Indonesia.
Philippines! Help me! His eyes pleaded, sending SOS signals to her. Get this beast off me!
Philippines looks around the room, ignoring Indonesia's telepathic pleas. Philippines shouldn't meddle around with...um...their affairs.
"Uh, um, Kuya Holland, I'll just, um, put this here" Philippines was still ignoring Indonesia's pleas. I better get out of here and Philippines floats away to the door.
Philippines turned back. And blushed, seeing her best friend and step-brother was still in that position.
"Oh, and um, Ku-Ku-ya Am-America wants to see you, K-Ku-Kuya Holland" stuttered Philippines, still can't get that horrible image out of her head.
"Wa-wait! Philipp...ines..." His voice died down as soon as he realised Philippines was gone.
"Now, where were we?" Holland turned his head to the Indonesian man below.
"He-hey, mas, Mas Amerika is calling you, you know?" Come on, get off me, you fatty! Indonesia was pratically dying inside. No, not because someone has topped him, no. It's because his brother's huge, heavy ribs was crushing his own ribs.
Holland sighed. He can't do anything about it. Why, WHY does America have to call him? Can't he call someone else? But then again, IF he didn't come, then he would have to suffer of 10-minutes of watching a video of America saying "I'M A HERO!" for his punishment, which is, certainly not what he wants.
Holland rolled off Indonesia. Indonesia exhaled out of relief. Finally, he's free!
"But we will continue this after I come back...oh, finish my chores, will you?"
With a wink and the sound of the door closing, Indonesia was left alone together with the chores.
Tonight, he HAS to stay in Malaysia's house.
That is, after he finished the chores.
orz
Author: harukamaru
Characters/Pairings: OC!MALE!ID-tan, Holland, OC!FEMALE!PH-tan, with some mentions of America, China, Malaysia.
Warnings: It's fail!crack, it's guyxguy (kind of) and lots of silly mistakes because I did this at 12AM, will edit later btw.
Summary: Indonesia is sick of Holland's behaviour, kind of.
Really, Indonesia was sick and tired of his brother. He doesn't get it, why does he have to do his chores? It's not fair! He has other things to do! Like: bother Malaysia. Or maybe drink some tea with China-nii-san. Doing chores? It's so not Indonesia! He was more of a...laid-back person.
Chores are gay, especially when it's not your job to do it, Indonesia decided.
His step-brother (well, step or no step, Holland is still treating him like his own brother), Mas Holland, or 'The Netherlands', the name that his brother wanted him to call Mas Holland, was a bully. Actually, Mas Holland told Indonesia to call him 'broeder', but Indonesia doesn't speak Dutch! He speaks Indonesian! So that's why Indonesia calls dear Mas Holland 'Mas'. He knows that Holland hates it when Indonesia calls him that, but Indonesia speaks Indonesian, not Dutch. Anyways, about Mas Holland, he's a bully to Indonesia. Why? He doesn't know. Is it because he's cute? He checked the mirror a couple of times. Well, he could say he's decent-looking, but not over-attractive, not like Mas Inggeris. Well, whatever the reason is, he still detest his own brother.
Indonesia whipped his head across the room when he saw a very tall dark figure walking towards him.
"Ah, you're back, mas", Indonesia spat
"AWWW AREN'T YOU JUST SO CUTE, I'M GLAD TO HAVE YOU AS MY CUTE BROEDER" and Holland suddenly wrapped his sausage-like arms around Indonesia.
Wh-Wha--
And Holland suddenly flew like a gorgeous bird he is. Well, kind of. He's a human but-
"DO-DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN, MAS" And as soon as Holland came back down, Indonesia's fist made wonderful contact with Holland's chin, again.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
Indonesia ran around the house, laughing, with Holland behind his track, holding his jaw. The house was filled with joyous laughter.
Indonesia looked back.
Oh shoot
Holland already glomped on him, well, he can't really do much anyways, since Mas Holland's tall, built body crashed onto Indonesia's small, frail frame.
"HEY GUYS I BROUGHT SOME HALO-HA-"
Philippines froze. Was she interrupting them? Should she...leave? She could only think of one word: Awkward.
As soon as Indonesia heard Phillipines' wonderful voice, he suddenly laid his hands on to his brother's chest and started to push him off, but to no avail, he dropped his hands.
"Mind leaving it on the table? Me and my broeder are kind of busy" Holland winked at Indonesia.
Philippines! Help me! His eyes pleaded, sending SOS signals to her. Get this beast off me!
Philippines looks around the room, ignoring Indonesia's telepathic pleas. Philippines shouldn't meddle around with...um...their affairs.
"Uh, um, Kuya Holland, I'll just, um, put this here" Philippines was still ignoring Indonesia's pleas. I better get out of here and Philippines floats away to the door.
Philippines turned back. And blushed, seeing her best friend and step-brother was still in that position.
"Oh, and um, Ku-Ku-ya Am-America wants to see you, K-Ku-Kuya Holland" stuttered Philippines, still can't get that horrible image out of her head.
"Wa-wait! Philipp...ines..." His voice died down as soon as he realised Philippines was gone.
"Now, where were we?" Holland turned his head to the Indonesian man below.
"He-hey, mas, Mas Amerika is calling you, you know?" Come on, get off me, you fatty! Indonesia was pratically dying inside. No, not because someone has topped him, no. It's because his brother's huge, heavy ribs was crushing his own ribs.
Holland sighed. He can't do anything about it. Why, WHY does America have to call him? Can't he call someone else? But then again, IF he didn't come, then he would have to suffer of 10-minutes of watching a video of America saying "I'M A HERO!" for his punishment, which is, certainly not what he wants.
Holland rolled off Indonesia. Indonesia exhaled out of relief. Finally, he's free!
"But we will continue this after I come back...oh, finish my chores, will you?"
With a wink and the sound of the door closing, Indonesia was left alone together with the chores.
Tonight, he HAS to stay in Malaysia's house.
That is, after he finished the chores.
orz