Alphabet Meme - X - Axis Powers Hetalia - America & Tony
Title: Xenology
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Words: 338
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America & Tony
“Alright, alright-so, what you’re saying is that you guys don’t have fast food joints? Like…none at all?”
Tony narrowed his eyes at America, large and red and entirely, fascinatingly inhuman. His caretaker-of sorts, he was more so using America’s house for food and entertainment than anything-had fallen into the habit of badgering him with questions of his race and its culture. It was more annoying when America assumed things of it; fast food? Really? His comrades had evolved beyond that idiocy.
It started after a world meeting. Surely when the other nations of the world told him to be more “culturally sensitive,” they didn’t mean, “go bother the fuck out of your alien overlord.” So, after moments of irritable staring, Tony turned and walked away from America, just like every time before. He knew he’d be followed, but he had been really hoping otherwise.
“H-hey! C’mon, I’m just asking you some questions!”
“Shut the fuck up, fat ass.”
Tony could practically feel America pouting behind him. Pouting never got him anywhere with Tony, but he seemed to favor the act even so. Endless amounts of annoying tailing might’ve, but not pouting. So when America stopped walking and the thumps of his pen tapping against his clipboard were heard, Tony faltered and glanced behind him, finding the change highly unusual.
“I bet Lithuania could get something out of you! You two get along real good.”
Had Tony not succumbed to the implication of a Lithuanian visit, he would have harshly commented on America’s lame-as-fuck nametag, which stated his “xenologist” title in the “field” of xenology. The man went all-out, over-the-top, and even cut more corners than appropriate, so cheesy fake nametags weren’t entirely out of the realm of ridiculousness for America. If anything, it made him somewhat more tolerable, but only because Lithuania found it charming or something; Tony couldn’t say anything against whatever the Baltic nation said.
“Get him the fuck over here fucking now.”
America patted his head and motioned for him to follow. “Sure thing!”
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Words: 338
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: America & Tony
“Alright, alright-so, what you’re saying is that you guys don’t have fast food joints? Like…none at all?”
Tony narrowed his eyes at America, large and red and entirely, fascinatingly inhuman. His caretaker-of sorts, he was more so using America’s house for food and entertainment than anything-had fallen into the habit of badgering him with questions of his race and its culture. It was more annoying when America assumed things of it; fast food? Really? His comrades had evolved beyond that idiocy.
It started after a world meeting. Surely when the other nations of the world told him to be more “culturally sensitive,” they didn’t mean, “go bother the fuck out of your alien overlord.” So, after moments of irritable staring, Tony turned and walked away from America, just like every time before. He knew he’d be followed, but he had been really hoping otherwise.
“H-hey! C’mon, I’m just asking you some questions!”
“Shut the fuck up, fat ass.”
Tony could practically feel America pouting behind him. Pouting never got him anywhere with Tony, but he seemed to favor the act even so. Endless amounts of annoying tailing might’ve, but not pouting. So when America stopped walking and the thumps of his pen tapping against his clipboard were heard, Tony faltered and glanced behind him, finding the change highly unusual.
“I bet Lithuania could get something out of you! You two get along real good.”
Had Tony not succumbed to the implication of a Lithuanian visit, he would have harshly commented on America’s lame-as-fuck nametag, which stated his “xenologist” title in the “field” of xenology. The man went all-out, over-the-top, and even cut more corners than appropriate, so cheesy fake nametags weren’t entirely out of the realm of ridiculousness for America. If anything, it made him somewhat more tolerable, but only because Lithuania found it charming or something; Tony couldn’t say anything against whatever the Baltic nation said.
“Get him the fuck over here fucking now.”
America patted his head and motioned for him to follow. “Sure thing!”