1000 Themes - #223 - Hetalia - Germany, Italy & Japan
Title: Eating Pizza Without Shirts
Rating: G
Warnings: Making fun of Japan's conservatism, AU, written while tired, first actual Hetalia fic
Words: 464
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Germany, Italy and Japan
Upon entering the dining area of the apartment, Kiku Honda was petrified by the sight he saw. “W-what are you doing?!” he screeched, stepping back.
Feliciano looked up, and immediately an excited expression morphed onto his face. “Kiku! Kiku! You finally came home~!” he cheered, waving his hand at his Japanese friend enthusiastically. “Dinner’s getting cold, Kiku, come eat!”
Kiku blanched. “B-b-but-”
“But what?”
“Y-y-you’re shirtless!!”
Feliciano stared at Kiku and cocked his head to the side. “Ve? What’s wrong with that?” he asked, genuinely confused.
Kiku looked so paled he appeared to have grown sick. “Everything is wrong with it! Where’s Ludwig? He’s the only one who can talk sense into you…”
Hearing his name mentioned, Ludwig emerged from behind Kiku, scratching the back of his head. He had a wrench in his hand. “What?” he asked in his gruff voice, startling Kiku enough to make him yelp. Kiku spun around and was about to interrogate him, but was stopped short when he realized he was looking at Ludwig’s bare chest.
“Y-you, too?!” he shouted, backing himself against a wall. Ludwig blinked and looked at Feliciano, who shrugged.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded, tapping his wrench on his shoulder. He looked absolutely terrifying to skinny little Kiku.
“B-b-both of you are-”
Ludwig interrupted with a groan. “Feliciano, did you eat all of it?”
Feliciano looked up and shook his head with far too much zeal. “No! No I didn’t! I saved some for Kiku!” he whined, flapping his arms in the dinner table’s general direction. Ludwig sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Feliciano…”
“Ve!!”
“W-what’s going on here?!” Kiku flailed, looking between Ludwig and Feliciano.
Feliciano laughed. “We made pizza, Kiku! And we were gonna wait for you to come home before we ate, but it was just so delicious-looking! But Ludwig stopped eating to go fix the sink, it’s been dripping so much lately…”
Kiku was flabbergasted. “You two were eating pizza without shirts?!” he cried as if he were in severe distress. Ludwig turned his head the other direction when a blush came to his cheeks while Feliciano nodded.
“Yeah! Yeah, we were! You should, too, Kiku, it’s so hot outside!”
“I-I think I’m going to be sick…why would you two do that?!”
“At least I’m wearing pants.” Ludwig retorted, still blushing.
“Wh-what?!”
Feliciano whined. “I got sooo hot~ I had to take them off~”
After staring at the Italian for a few moments, Kiku fainted, which threw his friends into panics of their own; Ludwig was trying to figure out what to do while Feliciano wailed and flailed about. Sadly, this was normal in the apartment shared by the three friends, and it was near impossible to have it any other way.
Rating: G
Warnings: Making fun of Japan's conservatism, AU, written while tired, first actual Hetalia fic
Words: 464
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings/Characters: Germany, Italy and Japan
Upon entering the dining area of the apartment, Kiku Honda was petrified by the sight he saw. “W-what are you doing?!” he screeched, stepping back.
Feliciano looked up, and immediately an excited expression morphed onto his face. “Kiku! Kiku! You finally came home~!” he cheered, waving his hand at his Japanese friend enthusiastically. “Dinner’s getting cold, Kiku, come eat!”
Kiku blanched. “B-b-but-”
“But what?”
“Y-y-you’re shirtless!!”
Feliciano stared at Kiku and cocked his head to the side. “Ve? What’s wrong with that?” he asked, genuinely confused.
Kiku looked so paled he appeared to have grown sick. “Everything is wrong with it! Where’s Ludwig? He’s the only one who can talk sense into you…”
Hearing his name mentioned, Ludwig emerged from behind Kiku, scratching the back of his head. He had a wrench in his hand. “What?” he asked in his gruff voice, startling Kiku enough to make him yelp. Kiku spun around and was about to interrogate him, but was stopped short when he realized he was looking at Ludwig’s bare chest.
“Y-you, too?!” he shouted, backing himself against a wall. Ludwig blinked and looked at Feliciano, who shrugged.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded, tapping his wrench on his shoulder. He looked absolutely terrifying to skinny little Kiku.
“B-b-both of you are-”
Ludwig interrupted with a groan. “Feliciano, did you eat all of it?”
Feliciano looked up and shook his head with far too much zeal. “No! No I didn’t! I saved some for Kiku!” he whined, flapping his arms in the dinner table’s general direction. Ludwig sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Feliciano…”
“Ve!!”
“W-what’s going on here?!” Kiku flailed, looking between Ludwig and Feliciano.
Feliciano laughed. “We made pizza, Kiku! And we were gonna wait for you to come home before we ate, but it was just so delicious-looking! But Ludwig stopped eating to go fix the sink, it’s been dripping so much lately…”
Kiku was flabbergasted. “You two were eating pizza without shirts?!” he cried as if he were in severe distress. Ludwig turned his head the other direction when a blush came to his cheeks while Feliciano nodded.
“Yeah! Yeah, we were! You should, too, Kiku, it’s so hot outside!”
“I-I think I’m going to be sick…why would you two do that?!”
“At least I’m wearing pants.” Ludwig retorted, still blushing.
“Wh-what?!”
Feliciano whined. “I got sooo hot~ I had to take them off~”
After staring at the Italian for a few moments, Kiku fainted, which threw his friends into panics of their own; Ludwig was trying to figure out what to do while Feliciano wailed and flailed about. Sadly, this was normal in the apartment shared by the three friends, and it was near impossible to have it any other way.