APH KINK MEME FILLS PART 1
I'MMA UPLOAD MY MEDIOCRE FILLS HERE. BEHOLD THEIR INCOMPLETENESS.
IT'S NOT JUST A CONTEST, IT'S SRS BUSINESS
A/N: Meep! This is my first time writing fanfiction for APH and posting it! This is my first time filling the kink meme too. I recently made my first request and saw that I should try to fill out one in return. I don't know much about the Eurovision Song Contest (could it be because I live in Hawaii?), so please forgive me if some things seem off...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OO7Lo6rZiU is Turkey's song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3_fwn7tLH8 is Russia's song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTi1VHES5oE is Greece's song
The Eurovision Song Contest was an exciting event to most of the nations. Even some that weren't interested in song competitions and some that couldn't even be part of the competition got fired up. Why? The answer is simple. It was a competition. Even though the nations never represented themselves in the contest due to the fact that not everybody could sing like Feliciano or dance passionately like Antonio, it was still an opportunity for the nations to place bets and get some time in the spotlight as they're proclaimed winner of the competition. Their bosses would probably never allow them to perform anyway.
The contest was coming to an end. It was already the finals and the representatives had performed and the votes were almost in. There were only 25 countries in the finals. Turkey was one of them.
Sadiq was sitting forward in his seat, eager to hear of Turkey's victory, with a confident grin on his face. Even though Turkey had placed 7th place in the semi finals, Sadiq thought that Mor ve Ötesi outdid themselves in his last performance in the finals.
He decided to not wear his mask and wore a simple green hoodie and brown pants since tried to follow his boss's advice of trying to blend into the crowd. Usually, he couldn't help but touch the bridge of his nose every now and then; feeling slightly strange without his trademark mask. However, with all the excitement from the contest, he hadn't even thought about it once. All he thought about was what he was going to say to Heracles when Turkey claims first place.
"Be ready to pay up, Heracles," Sadiq said to Heracles who was 2 seats away to his left. "That cat bastard doesn't have a chance this year."
Heracles simply muttered an insult under his breath and kept his eyes on the stage. Ludwig, who took a seat between the two to try prevent them from throwing punches in the middle of the contest, gave Sadiq a warning glare.
"Someone sure is confident, da?"
Ivan, who was to Sadiq's right, chuckled with a somewhat malicious gleam in his eyes; juxtaposed with his almost constant happy expression.
Sadiq leaned back in his seat and turned his head towards Ivan with a grin, oblivious of Ivan's hidden malice. "How can I not be? Mor ve Ötesi's going to win for sure this year," his grin grew, but then he quickly added, "But that Dima Bilan wasn't bad. Did better than I thought he'd do."
Luckily, Antonio was seated next to Ivan, currently chatting mindlessly and endlessly to Ukraine who hesitantly nodded every now and then even though she had lost track of the conversation after the first minute, and was blissfully unaware of the menacing aura that Ivan started to let off.
With that unsettling smile still on his face, Ivan's eyes slightly narrowed and he let out another chuckle.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch. You never know what could happen, ufu~"
Sadiq mentally cringed a bit when he realized that he had irked Ivan, but he wouldn't slam him in the head with that pipe of his in public... Would he?
... Best not to think about it.
The lights in the audience area dimmed and the lights blared as the host and hostess came on stage and announced that the votes were in. The crowd clapped, cheered, whistled and hollered with excitement at the news, but quickly went silent as the large screen on stage displayed the country names and the announcer from London who began to state the top 3.
Sadiq's grin grew at the first few results. For a bit, Greece and Turkey flipped flopped a bit for 1st until Turkey had the lead with 19 and Greeze with 17. Russia had only 6 points.
The sides of his mouth twitched a bit when the announcer for Ukraine said that they gave Russia 12 points, putting Russia right under Turkey. Wasn't expecting that... Ivan simply continued to grin, eyes gleaming.
The announcer from Germany began to list their voting results. Russia got the 7 points, putting them in first but Turkey got the 10 points and claimed first place again. Sadiq cheered and then stole a glance at Heracles, since Greece only had 17 points, and laughed heartily at the Grecian's furrowed brow and slightly apprehensive look. That earned him a light punch from Ludwig, but it was worth it.
Sadiq wasn't prepared for the German announcer to say that Greece won their 12 points. Heracles let out small sigh of relief and then smirked at Sadiq, whose grin faltered. They were tied at 29 points for first.
Sadiq couldn't help but shoot a quick glare not only at Heracles but at Ludwig as well.
Ludwig shot an irritated glare back. "Don't drag me into your argument. You know I don't decide the votes."
He then sighed and leaned back in his chair. Germany still had 0 points. Even though Germany is considered one of the Big Four in this competition, it didn't look like they were going to win or even come close... Gilbert was probably going to complain for days about this. Ludwig sighed. He could already feel a headache coming on.
Estonia's results were next. Greece was awarded only 1 point, so it was still close between Turkey and Greece for first. Sadiq crossed his fingers hoping that Turkey would get the 8, 10 or 12 points.
... But Turkey didn't get any of the points. Russia got the 12 points putting it 7 points ahead of Greece and 8 points ahead of Turkey.
Sadiq and Greece, and probably many others in the stadium, cursed under their breaths. Ivan chuckled and his grin grew.
The next few voting announcements had Greece, Turkey and Russia constantly flipping over and under each other. The three tied several times, putting Heracles and Sadiq at the edge of their seat.
Sadiq didn't care about Russia anymore. At the moment, he just cared about beating Greece. Sadiq swore for the uptenth time. Everytime he felt that Turkey was finally going to stay ahead of Greece, Greece got the 12 or 10 points and climbed over to first.
As the announcements continued, Turkey slowly slipped below Russia and Greece to the point where it wasn't one of the top 3. Turkey still had a lot of points, but it had went from 1st, 2nd, 3rd place to 7th place. Russia ended up 1st with 272 points, Greece was 3rd with 218 points and Turkey was 7th with 138 points.
After the point Turkey began to slip farther and father below Greece and Russia, Sadiq simply stared at the screen, jaw agape. He was dumbfounded at the final results.
He lost to Greece. HE LOST TO RUSSIA.
Sadiq remained in his dumbfounded stupor and remained silent even after the show. Even after several nations waved their hands in front of his face, trying to get a reaction. Even after Heracles nabbed his wallet and took the money he won from the bet with a grin. Even after Ludwig had to pull him up from his seat and lead him out. Even during Francis', Arthur's and Feliks' loud ranting on how they only got 14 points as they walked out of the stadium.
He remained in his dumbfounded state until he felt a firm pat on his back and heard that damn giggle as the nations reached the parking lot.
"Too bad, Sadiq," Ivan said, chuckling once more. "I'm sure you'll have better luck next time, da? After all, Mor ve Ötesi aren't too bad, ufu~"
Sadiq twitched at the hidden taunt and whirled around to face Ivan with an accusing glare.
"Look, I lost. No need to rub it in."
He would not lose it. He would not say something stupid and end up feeling the wrath of Ivan's pipe. He would not-
Ivan's simple turned into a smirk. "See what happened when you got too confident?"
... Fuck it. Coma be damned.
Sadiq straightened up to his full height, though still slightly shorter than Ivan, and walked right up to him.
"There is no way you could've won without cheating, damn it," Sadiq hissed.
Ivan's eyes darkened and kept smirking. "Don't be a poor loser, da. I can't control the votes, you know it." Ivan chuckled darkly, sending shivers down Sadiq's spine.
By now, the other nations became aware of the quickly rising tensions.
"Like, $5 on Sadiq," Feliks grinned and nudged Francis.
"Mon Dieu! I've already lost a hundred because of these bets today," Francis sighed exaggeratedly. "But if you insist, $10 on dear Ivan."
Arthur swatted them both in the back on the head. "Are you both mad," he hissed. "If they fight, we'll all get in trouble."
Feliks grumbled something about Arthur being, like, completely totally uncool and went back to looking for his car.
Francis sighed. "Mon ami, do you honestly think we can do anything to stop Ivan? I just say Sadiq is a dead man if he continues this."
Sadiq and Ivan were still standing close, both glaring daggers and completely ignoring those trying to push them apart or talk them back to their senses. Well, they were mostly trying to talk to and move Sadiq... Unfortunately, the stronger nations in the group chose to keep their distance, standing by for when the fight got out of hand, so the nations trying to pull back Sadiq couldn't hold down the arm that lifted up nor stop the hand that jabbed Ivan square in the chest. The nations trying to hold back Sadiq immediately pulled back while the ones standing on the side got their betting money ready or tensed and prepared to stop the inevitable, bloody brawl.
"There-"
jab
"is no way-"
jab
"that amateur-"
jab
"could've-"
jab
"wo-"
Before Sadiq could jab the other in the chest again, a sturdy fist slammed him on the side of the head. Sadiq managed to keep standing, though he slightly staggered with blurred vision for a few seconds, and snapped back to his senses in time to barely dodge another punch.
Sadiq snarled and lunged forward to punch him back, but missed when Ivan simply took a step back,
chuckling. Sadiq ducked lower after his lunge to avoid getting slammed in the head with Ivan's pipe.
"Oh my God! Someone call security!"
"W-wait! There's no need! I swear, we can get this under control!"
"Where'd he get that pipe from?"
"KICK HIS ASS, SADIQ."
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO FIGHT, DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
The other nations were either trying to calm down panicking passerbys, screaming at the two fighters with anger or were cheering on the fight.
Heracles had lagged behind the group when exiting the stadium due to his slow, relaxed gait and because he had struck up small chats with other supporters of Greece. When he heard the screaming and shouting from the fight, he quickened his pace and growled with frustration when he saw that it was Sadiq and Ivan causing the ruckus.
He thought of just leaving Sadiq, since he probably had it coming due to acting like a poor sport towards the wrong person. However, when he saw Ivan get hit, with his pipe, on Sadiq's arm, he felt a slight twinge of worry. Well, they were rivals, but they usually just competed, fought over things and had simple brawls that could only result in a few scrapes, bruises and maybe a sprained wrist or ankle, but Heracles didn't want to see Sadiq smashed to a bloody pulp by Russia of all people.
He pushed through the surrounding onlookers and to everyone's surprise, and even to his own, he gripped Sadiq's good arm and quickly dragged him away from the fight, despite many complaints and whines.
Sadiq had managed to get kicked on one leg and pipe'd on his left arm, so he was busy trying to limp fast enough to keep up with Heracles and he couldn't release his arm from Heracles' grip with just one arm. So instead, he just swore at him.
He was dragged to the far back of the parking lot, away from everybody else, and then the grip on his wrist was finally loosened.
Sadiq kneeled slightly, with difficulty due to his hurt leg, trying to catch his breath. Heracles just stood there, hand still on the other man's wrist, looking around to see if there were people around.
After Sadiq caught his breath, he tore his arm from the other's grip.
"What the hell, Heracles? I don't need your help, damn it!"
He cursed and held his injured arm.
'Fucking Russian probably fractured something,' he thought bitterly as he gingerly held his left arm.
Heracles sighed. "There's no need to break bones over a contest."
"You idiot," Sadiq snapped back. "I was fighting him because he was a cheating bastard! He started the fight anyway-"
"Are you sure you're older than me? You're acting like a bratty kid."
Heracles deftly avoided a swift kick to the butt from Sadiq.
"Shut it! Anyway, Mor ve Ötesi did just as good, and maybe even better, than Kalomira," Sadiq huffed as limped over to a nearby car curb stop and sat, swearing when his leg painfully opposed the action.
"No idea how we got 7th friggen place..."
Sadiq pulled down his hood further over his face and began to swear under his breath.
Heracles hesitantly took a seat next to the Turkish man, letting down his guard a bit when he saw that he wasn't in the mood to shove him away, though he could easily beat Sadiq right now.
"Well... 7th isn't too bad. I got 7th place last year, but it wasn't that bad..."
"Yeah, well, that's just you. Should've been the same way that year," Sadiq said with a laugh while Heracles sighed. "At least Russia didn't cheat that year. Their song wasn't as bad as this year's."
"You're so stubborn... He won this year and that's that."
"Tch, he probably used that devil of a sister to scare the announcers in givin' him a few extra points..."
"It wouldn't work."
"And how do you know? Did ya try? Wouldn't be surprised since you got 3rd this year-"
"People don't beat you just because they cheat."
Heracles let out another frustrated sigh. He could be so stubborn, but at least he calmed down a bit.
Sadiq snickered and gave the Grecian a light punch on the arm.
"So, how many people did ya have to sleep with this year to get within the top 10?"
~End~
A/N: HUZZAH! MY FIRST FILL! Fuck homework! 8D; Sorry for the cut off ending. e.e; I wasn't able to fulfill the second bonus, because I listened to Russia's song and some of the others and I personally think that Russia shouldn't have gotten 1st place. :c *dodges bricks and rocks*
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WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
The meeting room could get pretty rowdy and chaotic when all the nations were present, but luckily before the noise and mayhem could reach its peak, someone nervously suggested that they have a lunch break to calm down.
It was a good thing that the meeting had went into lunch time so that that most of the noisier nations were starving and were shut up as they happily dug at the lunch they had brought.
Korea was bored since China had quickly moved at the start of the lunch break, so he didn't have any time to pester him. Korea also forgot to bring something to eat, but instead of going out to the hall and grabbing a snack from the vending machine, he stared at the pasta the Italy brothers brought.
The two were happily eating and it would probably be a bad idea to disrupt them, but Korea was hungry and bored.
Ignoring the warning glares from China, who was now seated across from him next to Japan, Korea put on his brightest grin and lightly poked the side of Romano's head.
Romano turned to glare murderously at Korea, mouth still full with with bolognese pasta.
"Hi there," Korea said as he lightly poked Romano's head again.
Romano quickly swallowed his mouthful and scowled as he swatted Korea's hand away.
"What the hell do you want, you bastard? Can't you see I'm eating, damn it!?"
"I'm hungry."
"Good for you. Now mind your own damn business."
Feliciano snapped out of his heavenly pasta trance and turned to look at Korea around Romano.
"Ve... is something wrong, brother," Feliciano asked while nervously poking his own pasta with his fork.
"It's nothing. Just ignore him and keep eating, damn it," Romano snapped back and turned so that his back faced Korea.
Korea pouted and poked Romano's back several times.
"Why are you being so mean? I just want a bite or two," he whined.
Romano whipped around with a look in his eyes that pretty much said, 'if you touch me one more time, I'll rip your fucking fingers off'.
Romano snarled. "Fuck. Off."
He turned again so that his back faced Korea.
Korea was unfazed by Romano's threatening gaze and aggressive tone. He crossed his arms, leaned back in his seat and pouted, trying to think of a way to get some pasta. An idea quickly popped into his head and he grinned.
"I don't know why you won't let me have any. I created pasta anyway."
The almost all of the nations instantly fell silent while the rest instantly took note of the suddenly silence and began to mutter in confusion.
Romano slowly turned to face Korea again. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Korea slightly cringed. 'If looks could kill...'
"Uh, I said-"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKING SAID, DAMN IT," Romano screeched.
"Then why'd you ask," Prussia muttered under his breath, earning himself a rough nudge from Germany.
Romano stood up with his fork still in his hand, which was shaking because of how hard he was holding onto it.
Korea laughed nervously and scooted his chair away from Romano, who was slowly advancing.
"C-Come on now," Korea stuttered, now beginning to panic a bit. He took a quick glance around him to see the other nations just staring at the scene unfolding. By the look of some of their expressions, it didn't look like he was going to get any help anytime soon.
'All I wanted was a bite and now I'm going to get stabbed to death with a fork!?'
To Korea's horror, Romano reached out and firmly gripped the arm of his seat and pulled him forward with surprising strength.
But before Romano could deliver a stabby, forky death to Korea, Feliciano lightly held back his arm that was holding the fork.
Romano scowled and turned towards his brother to shout at him, but paused at seeing Feliciano's blank stare instead of the usual scared, nervous or happy expressions. Korea, Romano and the surrounding nations felt chills go down their spine when Feliciano put on a small smile and giggled, eyes still unsettlingly emotionless.
"It's okay Romano. He is saying some really stupid things, but I'm sure he doesn't mean it."
Feliciano giggled again and tilted his head, slightly, to stare at Korea. "Riiiiight?"
Korea silently and slowly nodded, slightly shaking from shock and fear.
Feliciano's expression instantly brightened. "Ve, that's good to hear! See, he's sorry, brother!"
Romano muttered insults, reluctantly stepped back from Korea and returned to his seat.
"You wanted to have some pasta? Why didn't you just say so! Do you want a bit of mine?"
"N-N-No thank you. N-Not that hungry anymore," Korea stuttered.
Feliciano frowned. "Aw, okay then..."
Feliciano and Romano went back to happily eating his pasta as if nothing had happened while Korea remained in his seat, shaking, and vowed never to ask anybody, except for China and France, for food ever again.
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WHY?
A/N: Definitely not as well written as the first fill, but I just started typing this when I looked back at old request, so I wanted to finish it. Chose to do France/Canada. This anon is not the best writer and hasn't written Matthew or Arthur before... m(_ _)m I hope it'll still be okay though... God, I felt so damn cheesy and lame near the end. *blush*
Another meeting, another argument between France and England.
When the meeting ended, France gave England a last, swift chop to the back of his head and ran out laughing before England could grab him.
"That damn frog bastard," he swore as he gathered up his files.
During the fight, his papers had scattered around, so it took a little longer until he was ready to leave the room. Most of the nations were long gone by now since it's not like there was anything to do in that stuffy building anyway.
... Unless if you were planning to eat vending machine snacks for dinner.
England sighed as he walked out of the room, but paused when he heard voices around the corner. It was coming from the direction opposite of the way to the front entrance of the building.
He instantly recognized one of the voices to be France's, but couldn't put his finger on the identity of the second voice.
Curious, he snuck closer to the corner and then slowly peered around the corner to get a glimpse of the person France was talking to.
... He wasn't prepared to see him in the middle of kissing Canada ardently.
England recoiled back, dropped his folder of papers and fell on his arse, but luckily wasn't noticed by the two.
'C-Canada is with that perverted, stupid frog bastard!? Th-That's not possible! He must be in this against his will, or, or, or-'
"Now, now, England. It's not elegant at all to be sprawled out on the floor like that."
His distressed thoughts were interrupted when he looked up to see France chuckling at him.
He quickly stood up, fuming. "You bastard! I-I... was trying my shoelaces! And I wasn't 'sprawled out on the floor', you damn frog!"
France chuckled again. "And I suppose you need to carelessly throw down your folder and sit around with a stupid expression every time you need to tie your shoes?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU BASTARD," England screeched. He quickly knelt down to pick up his folder and threw it at France's face.
"There's no need to act immature!"
"Strutting around like a moron doesn't make you mature!"
"I don't strut. I'm simple more graceful and elegant than-"
"S-Stop fighting please!"
The two arguing nations felt someone tugging on their sleeves and they turned their head to see Canada, who quickly let go and nervously fidgeted.
France sighed and gently ruffled Canada's hair. England slightly twitched at seeing him do that.
France smiled. "Alright, I'll stop."
Canada smiled back "Good..."
He looked worriedly at England, silently begging that he would also stop fighting.
England sighed. "Okay, I'll stop too."
The memory of Canada and France kissing popped up in his head.
"Er, can I speak with you for a bit, Canada?"
"Um, er... All right..."
France laughed and flicked the side of England's head. "Don't eat the poor boy alive!"
England scowled and grabbed Canada's hand and led him away from France and back into the empty meeting room so they could talk privately.
England sighed for the uptenth time today and grabbed one of the chairs and spun it around so he could sit and face Canada.
"Canada?"
The other cringed and continued to fidget nervously. "Y-Y-Yes? Am I in trouble?"
"No, it's just that..."
"Yes?"
What could he say to him? He couldn't just say 'I saw you kissing that bastard' since it'd be too forward so it'd be embarrassing if he had imagined the entire thing and it might freak out Canada.
"A-About France..."
He couldn't do this! England looked the the side and mumbled something incoherently.
"Excuse me?"
England sighed deeply and turned back to look at Canada
"...Why him?"
He decided to keep it vague. If it was true, Canada would understand. If it wasn't he wouldn't make a fool out of himself.
Canada looked lost for a few seconds, but then blushed.
"You saw... Us...?"
Not the response he wanted. "... Yeah."
Canada groaned. "I told him it'd be a bad idea to do it in the hallways," he mumbled under his breath.
"A-Anyway, why him!? He's a perverted, idiotic bastard and I swear to God if he's just screwing around I'll-"
"It's because he recognizes me."
England was startled when Canada interrupted him with a firm voice.
The other continued. "He doesn't confuse me with America. Sure, at first he didn't notice me like everybody else, but recently he started talking to me everyday and he paid attention to me. He... He even remembered my birthday even though most people forget about it because it's so close to July 4th."
He smiled when he remembered how he had been a bit depressed on July 1st, thinking that no one would notice anything special about that date, but France had invited him over and even put aside his own work so he could spend the afternoon with him. He had thought it was just France inviting him to get away from work for a bit, but he found out later that his reason was to spend time with him on his birthday. When he asked why, France had simply replied 'It's because July 1st is a special day, right?'.
He continued to speak, now with full confidence and a happy smile. "He makes me feel special. He can be nosy at times when I'm down, but only because he's worried about me. He can also be a bit pushy when he tries to help me be more confident at times, but it's because he thinks I'm worth it."
England could only stare at Canada, completely speechless. For the years he had known France, he had never seen nor heard of the side Canada was talking about. He still hated that bastard, but... Canada looked happy... Truly happy. If he could talk confidently about France...
"I know you dislike each other, but please," Canada said in his normal tone rather than with pride and confidence like before. "He can be a bit... forward at times, but he hasn't done anything I really didn't want."
He huffed a bit. "I already had to scold him about doing some things in public though."
But he blushed slightly and smiled after. "But I've managed to calm him down a little bit, I think."
England sighed, got up, walked over to Canada and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, okay. I get it... I won't get on his case anymore..."
Canada sighed with relief.
"... But if I catch him acting like a perverted, horny bastard around you public, I'll shave him bald, damn it."
Canada laughed nervously, but was glad that he seemed to understand.
England glanced at his watch. "We should get going."
"Um, what about your files?"
"My files? Oh, right!" England rushed to the door but before he left the room, he turned back towards Canada. "If he did anything to my files, punch him for me."
Canada sighed as he saw England dash out while muttering various insults. Even if he understood, they wouldn't get along with each other all the time.
He peeked outside of the room, but France was no where around.
'Well, that did take a while. He might have had work to do because of his boss, so I should've expect him to stand around waiting for me all the time. Besides, I've walked back home by myself a lot of times...'
When he arrived at the exit and stepped outside, he paused and looked through the thin crowd of passing by cars and people on the road and sidewalk in front of him, looking for him.
He didn't expect an arm to snake its way around his waist though. Canada yelped in surprise and turned his head to glare at France who was grinning.
He struggled out of the other's grasp. "C-Come on! France, F-Francis, there are people around!"
France put on a fake, hurt expression. "Ah, but I missed you so much! How cruel!"
When Canada escaped from the his hold, he lightly grabbed his wrist and quickly kissed the back of his hand.
Canada blushed furiously when he heard a couple of girls passing by giggle at the sight and hastily smacked France on the head with his own folder of meeting papers.
France chuckled a bit, despite the fact that Canada smacked him quite hard on the same place England had thrown the folder earlier. "But I do that in public because I care for you, mon chéri."
Canada simply blushed.
"Ah, but it looks like you fulfilled England's violent request."
"H-Huh?"
"It might take a while until he finds all of his papers," he chuckled.
Canada huffed. "You're supposed to try be nicer to him!"
"I couldn't resist."
Canada suddenly realized something. "W-Wait, you were eavesdropping?"
France smiled and raised a hand to caress the other's cheek lightly. "How could I just leave when your hysteric 'mother' forces you to talk to him?"
He leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. "And I am quite flattered about the things you said. I'll be sure to keep it up."
Canada blush darkened and he gently swatted away France. "Not in p-public..."
"Ah, so we should go home and then I may do those things and more~?"
France received another smack to the head. England would've been proud if he wasn't busy swearing loudly as he stormed through the halls, picking up his papers that were strewn all over.
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HETALIA IN OZ
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=32878661#t32878661
A/N: I only watched the movie. I'll be taking the parody/stupid dream way. e.e; Hmm, I'm not sure if I can work Rus/Am in or even GerIta, but I think I'll make the characters as in your request...
Today, America had been late to the meeting, got screamed at again for the economy again, got kicked in... various areas by other nations, missed the bus and had to walk home, got caught in the rain and to make matters worse, he had run out of burgers. Of all things. Of all things. So, after chucking his fridge out the window in rage, he should probably pick that up later, he stomped to bed and immediately fell asleep.
... Or, he thought he did.
America continued to stare dumbfoundedly at the colorful, little houses in front of him and the bright red road that cut through the small town.
It all looked somewhat familiar though... And something was weird about the road.
It reminded him of a movie he was forced to see with Canada and Feliciano a few days ago...
Those small houses, the large rainbow in the sky, that bright road that pretty much screamed 'WALK ON ME', and why was his bed hurled onto the side of the road-
Oh hell no.
"Of all the dreams I had to have, I have to dream about the Wizard of freaking Oz?" America scowled and kicked the side of a nearby house several times as he continued to complain. "At least I'm not in a dress but, I mean, there are no explosions or guns or awesome heros or hot babes or-"
"SHUT UP, DAMN IT!"
"What the-"
The voice came from inside the small house he was kicking. America kneeled down in front of the door and knocked loudly.
"Heeeeeeeey! Hellooooo?"
The door slammed open and somebody squeezed out, swearing all the while. It was-
"I-Italy's crazy brother?!"
Romano (?) paused in his struggling with his waist still stuck in the small doorway. "What the hell are you talking about, you crazy bastard!? My name is Lovino, damn it. Now help me get out of here and get the fuck off my property!"
"Ehhh? But you sound like him, look like him and you're loud and annoying like him!"
Not-Romano-But-Lovino flailed his arms as he tried to hit America, who just took a few steps back out of the other's range. "Shut the hell up and help me, you fat bastard!"
America scowled. "How can you call me fat!? You're the one who's too fat for his own house! Hell, how the hell do you live in there? Looks like there's only enough room for one person to kneel in it!"
"YOU SON OF A-"
About half an hour of arguing, flailing, screaming and swearing later, America finally got Lovino to stop moving so he could pull him out.
After a few firm tugs, Lovino finally became unstuck.
"It's about time, damn it," he swore as he dusted himself off. "Took you long enough and my arms fucking hurt now."
"Yeah, you're welcome." America sighed. "Anyway, mind telling me where the hell I am?"
"Why the hell should I?"
"Because I've had enough of this shit and I'll destroy all this damn munchkin crap if you don't."
Lovino's scowl quickly disappeared. "Y-You'reinTomatoland, don't hurt me! Damn it!"
"If you're going to hide, don't go back into that damn house!"
America sighed as Lovino struggled to squeeze back into his house. This wasn't getting anywhere, so he decided to look around the rest of the small town.
'Tomatoland, huh? Yeah, like I didn't see that coming. Well, at least there wasn't any singing. Would've torn my ears off...'
America suddenly realized something. If he was in some messed up Wizard of Oz thing, wasn't that pink fairy chick supposed to come by? He went back to check his bed, but it disappeared and only a small crater remained, with someone standing in it with a sparkling, blinding blue dress on.
"... Poland? Why the hell are you here?"
The other simply yawned and stared off into space, completely ignoring America.
"Hey, are you-"
Poland (?) interrupted and started to speak in a bored voice while picking at his nails. "So, like, I'm totally that Witch of the wherever and you really, like, gotta go and ask that dude in the green place to, like, help you. So, good luck man."
America tried really hard to hold himself back from choking Poland with his own frilly dress.
"Oh, what the hell, man!? Look, I fell asleep in the middle of this damn movie, so you're going to have to explain things better than that!"
Poland sighed and stared at America like he asked him how to add. "Just follow the tomato brick road."
"Don't you mean tomato red brick road or something?"
"No, they're tomato bricks. Bricks made from tomato."
"... Dude, that's really gross."
"Hey, I didn't, like, come up with the idea. Now get moving."
And with that, the 'Witch of the wherever' transformed into a rainbow with a flash and gracefully arced over the sky from the crater to somewhere far along the tomato brick road loading out of the town. The rainbow sparkled and shone brightly from every angle, as if it was a trail for America to follow.
... America pretended he didn't see that and would probably never look at rainbows the same way ever again. Hell, looking at that rainbow burned his eyes.
He looked down the tomato road. It looked like it would cut through a corn stalk field.
"Oh hell no. I'm not doing that! Doesn't that Poland Fairy now about those movies where a dude goes through a field of corn and they get jumped on by some evil alien that'll rip off my face or by a crazy murder or-"
A voice came from the crater where the rainbow started. "If you don't, like, stop wasting my time, I'll make my rainbow totally shine, like, brighter."
America shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. You're still not going to make me do it."
"You know, I have this, like, totally fabulous theme music I could play-"
"Fine! I'm going, I'm going! God!"
And so, America started stomping down the tomato brick road.
He reluctantly continued walking down the road when he reached the corn stalk fields.
"Man, couldn't they have given me a stick or some awesome weapons? I'm a hero! I should be able to defend myself- whatthehellwasthat!?"
He had heard suspicious rustling from the corn behind him. His eyes darted around, looking for a weapon. His choices were a pebble on the road, corn, a small stick, corn, maybe his shoe, corn, corn- GOD DAMN IT.
Since he had no other choice, he picked up a ear of corn and held it as threateningly as one could become while holding a vegetable as a weapon.
... Which wasn't very threatening at all.
"Bring it on, corn field monster! Don't make me use this corn! I'll... I'LL THROW IT. AT YOUR HEAD. And as a hero, I'll make sure it'll hurt!"
A tall figure rose up from the rustling patch of corn stalks. It was... Russia? He wearing plain, lame looking pants and a shirt with his scarf stuffed and covered with straw.
The straw-covered Russia stretched and yawned. He noticed America and smiled. "Hello-"
"Die you communist bastard," America screamed as he chucked the corn at Russia. It bounced harmlessly off his chest and only made him confused.
He frowned at America. "That wasn't very nice. I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Ivan, not 'communist bastard'. I'm just a scarecrow for this field."
"Wait, wait, wait. There's no way you're the scarecrow dude that Dorothy girl goes along with to that gem city! No way. Nu uh. You-"
Ivan simply smiled and went up to America. "Ah, you're going to the Ruby City? I'll go with you, Dorothy!"
America growled and poked Ivan on the chest. "Hey, I said 'NO'! And my name isn't Dorothy!"
"So it's settled then!" Ivan firmly pat America on the back and already started making his way down the tomato brick road. "I heard there's a nice warm field of flowers outside the city. I've always wanted to go visit with somebody!"
America tried to stop Ivan by pulling back on his arm, but to no avail. "No no no no no! There's no 'us'!"
He yelped when Ivan tightly grabbed his left hand into his right hand and forced him to walk beside him while rocking their arms back and forth as they continued down the road.
"Now now Dorothy, if you keep fooling around, we'll never make it!"
"My name isn't Dorothy!" America sighed and stopped struggling. "Fine. you can come along. But there's no way in hell I'm skipping down this damn road hand in hand while singing."
"Singing? That sounds like fun! You can choose the song, Dorothy!"
"How about you let go of my hand?"
His grip tightened and his smile grew. "I'm just making sure you're safe, Dorothy! Eheh~!"
"I think I'll take my chances with the evil corn children and face-eating aliens," America grumbled.
At that, Ivan stopped walking and his grip tightened further causing America to wince.. Damn it, he was definitely going to get freakin' bruises later on. America was about to complain, but stopped when he saw the other's face.
Ivan looked like he was about to cry.
Shit, he just wanted him to buzz off! He didn't want to make him cry and possibly end up breaking all his fingers! It looks like he has to apologize...
"Er... Uh... Y-Yo, you know I didn't mean it," America stuttered. It was a bit awkward to be apologizing to the scarecrow, movie parody version of his enemy. "You gotta understand that I'm suddenly in some weird-ass place, so I'm kinda highstrung. B-but... I... Look,I'msorryforsnappingatyou, okay?" America pouted and looked away.
Ivan sniffled and wiped his eyes a bit part of his scarf. "Really?"
"Yeh, r'lly," America mumbled, still looking away.
"I'm... glad. I've never had a friend before!" Ivan grinned and his grip on the other's hand loosened considerably to the point where America could take his hand back if he wanted to.
America let out a sigh of relief and slipped his hand out of the other's grasp so he could flex his fingers and make sure he hadn't broken any. But when he saw Ivan's grin falter, he sighed, grabbed his hand and started to pull him forward. "C'mon, let's get out of this field and keep going down this stupid tomato crap road."
Ivan giggle and just kept grinning.
... America was glad no one else was here to see him, a great hero, walk down a freakin' tomato brick road hand in hand with his enemy
IT'S NOT JUST A CONTEST, IT'S SRS BUSINESS
A/N: Meep! This is my first time writing fanfiction for APH and posting it! This is my first time filling the kink meme too. I recently made my first request and saw that I should try to fill out one in return. I don't know much about the Eurovision Song Contest (could it be because I live in Hawaii?), so please forgive me if some things seem off...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OO7Lo6rZiU is Turkey's song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3_fwn7tLH8 is Russia's song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTi1VHES5oE is Greece's song
The Eurovision Song Contest was an exciting event to most of the nations. Even some that weren't interested in song competitions and some that couldn't even be part of the competition got fired up. Why? The answer is simple. It was a competition. Even though the nations never represented themselves in the contest due to the fact that not everybody could sing like Feliciano or dance passionately like Antonio, it was still an opportunity for the nations to place bets and get some time in the spotlight as they're proclaimed winner of the competition. Their bosses would probably never allow them to perform anyway.
The contest was coming to an end. It was already the finals and the representatives had performed and the votes were almost in. There were only 25 countries in the finals. Turkey was one of them.
Sadiq was sitting forward in his seat, eager to hear of Turkey's victory, with a confident grin on his face. Even though Turkey had placed 7th place in the semi finals, Sadiq thought that Mor ve Ötesi outdid themselves in his last performance in the finals.
He decided to not wear his mask and wore a simple green hoodie and brown pants since tried to follow his boss's advice of trying to blend into the crowd. Usually, he couldn't help but touch the bridge of his nose every now and then; feeling slightly strange without his trademark mask. However, with all the excitement from the contest, he hadn't even thought about it once. All he thought about was what he was going to say to Heracles when Turkey claims first place.
"Be ready to pay up, Heracles," Sadiq said to Heracles who was 2 seats away to his left. "That cat bastard doesn't have a chance this year."
Heracles simply muttered an insult under his breath and kept his eyes on the stage. Ludwig, who took a seat between the two to try prevent them from throwing punches in the middle of the contest, gave Sadiq a warning glare.
"Someone sure is confident, da?"
Ivan, who was to Sadiq's right, chuckled with a somewhat malicious gleam in his eyes; juxtaposed with his almost constant happy expression.
Sadiq leaned back in his seat and turned his head towards Ivan with a grin, oblivious of Ivan's hidden malice. "How can I not be? Mor ve Ötesi's going to win for sure this year," his grin grew, but then he quickly added, "But that Dima Bilan wasn't bad. Did better than I thought he'd do."
Luckily, Antonio was seated next to Ivan, currently chatting mindlessly and endlessly to Ukraine who hesitantly nodded every now and then even though she had lost track of the conversation after the first minute, and was blissfully unaware of the menacing aura that Ivan started to let off.
With that unsettling smile still on his face, Ivan's eyes slightly narrowed and he let out another chuckle.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch. You never know what could happen, ufu~"
Sadiq mentally cringed a bit when he realized that he had irked Ivan, but he wouldn't slam him in the head with that pipe of his in public... Would he?
... Best not to think about it.
The lights in the audience area dimmed and the lights blared as the host and hostess came on stage and announced that the votes were in. The crowd clapped, cheered, whistled and hollered with excitement at the news, but quickly went silent as the large screen on stage displayed the country names and the announcer from London who began to state the top 3.
Sadiq's grin grew at the first few results. For a bit, Greece and Turkey flipped flopped a bit for 1st until Turkey had the lead with 19 and Greeze with 17. Russia had only 6 points.
The sides of his mouth twitched a bit when the announcer for Ukraine said that they gave Russia 12 points, putting Russia right under Turkey. Wasn't expecting that... Ivan simply continued to grin, eyes gleaming.
The announcer from Germany began to list their voting results. Russia got the 7 points, putting them in first but Turkey got the 10 points and claimed first place again. Sadiq cheered and then stole a glance at Heracles, since Greece only had 17 points, and laughed heartily at the Grecian's furrowed brow and slightly apprehensive look. That earned him a light punch from Ludwig, but it was worth it.
Sadiq wasn't prepared for the German announcer to say that Greece won their 12 points. Heracles let out small sigh of relief and then smirked at Sadiq, whose grin faltered. They were tied at 29 points for first.
Sadiq couldn't help but shoot a quick glare not only at Heracles but at Ludwig as well.
Ludwig shot an irritated glare back. "Don't drag me into your argument. You know I don't decide the votes."
He then sighed and leaned back in his chair. Germany still had 0 points. Even though Germany is considered one of the Big Four in this competition, it didn't look like they were going to win or even come close... Gilbert was probably going to complain for days about this. Ludwig sighed. He could already feel a headache coming on.
Estonia's results were next. Greece was awarded only 1 point, so it was still close between Turkey and Greece for first. Sadiq crossed his fingers hoping that Turkey would get the 8, 10 or 12 points.
... But Turkey didn't get any of the points. Russia got the 12 points putting it 7 points ahead of Greece and 8 points ahead of Turkey.
Sadiq and Greece, and probably many others in the stadium, cursed under their breaths. Ivan chuckled and his grin grew.
The next few voting announcements had Greece, Turkey and Russia constantly flipping over and under each other. The three tied several times, putting Heracles and Sadiq at the edge of their seat.
Sadiq didn't care about Russia anymore. At the moment, he just cared about beating Greece. Sadiq swore for the uptenth time. Everytime he felt that Turkey was finally going to stay ahead of Greece, Greece got the 12 or 10 points and climbed over to first.
As the announcements continued, Turkey slowly slipped below Russia and Greece to the point where it wasn't one of the top 3. Turkey still had a lot of points, but it had went from 1st, 2nd, 3rd place to 7th place. Russia ended up 1st with 272 points, Greece was 3rd with 218 points and Turkey was 7th with 138 points.
After the point Turkey began to slip farther and father below Greece and Russia, Sadiq simply stared at the screen, jaw agape. He was dumbfounded at the final results.
He lost to Greece. HE LOST TO RUSSIA.
Sadiq remained in his dumbfounded stupor and remained silent even after the show. Even after several nations waved their hands in front of his face, trying to get a reaction. Even after Heracles nabbed his wallet and took the money he won from the bet with a grin. Even after Ludwig had to pull him up from his seat and lead him out. Even during Francis', Arthur's and Feliks' loud ranting on how they only got 14 points as they walked out of the stadium.
He remained in his dumbfounded state until he felt a firm pat on his back and heard that damn giggle as the nations reached the parking lot.
"Too bad, Sadiq," Ivan said, chuckling once more. "I'm sure you'll have better luck next time, da? After all, Mor ve Ötesi aren't too bad, ufu~"
Sadiq twitched at the hidden taunt and whirled around to face Ivan with an accusing glare.
"Look, I lost. No need to rub it in."
He would not lose it. He would not say something stupid and end up feeling the wrath of Ivan's pipe. He would not-
Ivan's simple turned into a smirk. "See what happened when you got too confident?"
... Fuck it. Coma be damned.
Sadiq straightened up to his full height, though still slightly shorter than Ivan, and walked right up to him.
"There is no way you could've won without cheating, damn it," Sadiq hissed.
Ivan's eyes darkened and kept smirking. "Don't be a poor loser, da. I can't control the votes, you know it." Ivan chuckled darkly, sending shivers down Sadiq's spine.
By now, the other nations became aware of the quickly rising tensions.
"Like, $5 on Sadiq," Feliks grinned and nudged Francis.
"Mon Dieu! I've already lost a hundred because of these bets today," Francis sighed exaggeratedly. "But if you insist, $10 on dear Ivan."
Arthur swatted them both in the back on the head. "Are you both mad," he hissed. "If they fight, we'll all get in trouble."
Feliks grumbled something about Arthur being, like, completely totally uncool and went back to looking for his car.
Francis sighed. "Mon ami, do you honestly think we can do anything to stop Ivan? I just say Sadiq is a dead man if he continues this."
Sadiq and Ivan were still standing close, both glaring daggers and completely ignoring those trying to push them apart or talk them back to their senses. Well, they were mostly trying to talk to and move Sadiq... Unfortunately, the stronger nations in the group chose to keep their distance, standing by for when the fight got out of hand, so the nations trying to pull back Sadiq couldn't hold down the arm that lifted up nor stop the hand that jabbed Ivan square in the chest. The nations trying to hold back Sadiq immediately pulled back while the ones standing on the side got their betting money ready or tensed and prepared to stop the inevitable, bloody brawl.
"There-"
jab
"is no way-"
jab
"that amateur-"
jab
"could've-"
jab
"wo-"
Before Sadiq could jab the other in the chest again, a sturdy fist slammed him on the side of the head. Sadiq managed to keep standing, though he slightly staggered with blurred vision for a few seconds, and snapped back to his senses in time to barely dodge another punch.
Sadiq snarled and lunged forward to punch him back, but missed when Ivan simply took a step back,
chuckling. Sadiq ducked lower after his lunge to avoid getting slammed in the head with Ivan's pipe.
"Oh my God! Someone call security!"
"W-wait! There's no need! I swear, we can get this under control!"
"Where'd he get that pipe from?"
"KICK HIS ASS, SADIQ."
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO FIGHT, DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
The other nations were either trying to calm down panicking passerbys, screaming at the two fighters with anger or were cheering on the fight.
Heracles had lagged behind the group when exiting the stadium due to his slow, relaxed gait and because he had struck up small chats with other supporters of Greece. When he heard the screaming and shouting from the fight, he quickened his pace and growled with frustration when he saw that it was Sadiq and Ivan causing the ruckus.
He thought of just leaving Sadiq, since he probably had it coming due to acting like a poor sport towards the wrong person. However, when he saw Ivan get hit, with his pipe, on Sadiq's arm, he felt a slight twinge of worry. Well, they were rivals, but they usually just competed, fought over things and had simple brawls that could only result in a few scrapes, bruises and maybe a sprained wrist or ankle, but Heracles didn't want to see Sadiq smashed to a bloody pulp by Russia of all people.
He pushed through the surrounding onlookers and to everyone's surprise, and even to his own, he gripped Sadiq's good arm and quickly dragged him away from the fight, despite many complaints and whines.
Sadiq had managed to get kicked on one leg and pipe'd on his left arm, so he was busy trying to limp fast enough to keep up with Heracles and he couldn't release his arm from Heracles' grip with just one arm. So instead, he just swore at him.
He was dragged to the far back of the parking lot, away from everybody else, and then the grip on his wrist was finally loosened.
Sadiq kneeled slightly, with difficulty due to his hurt leg, trying to catch his breath. Heracles just stood there, hand still on the other man's wrist, looking around to see if there were people around.
After Sadiq caught his breath, he tore his arm from the other's grip.
"What the hell, Heracles? I don't need your help, damn it!"
He cursed and held his injured arm.
'Fucking Russian probably fractured something,' he thought bitterly as he gingerly held his left arm.
Heracles sighed. "There's no need to break bones over a contest."
"You idiot," Sadiq snapped back. "I was fighting him because he was a cheating bastard! He started the fight anyway-"
"Are you sure you're older than me? You're acting like a bratty kid."
Heracles deftly avoided a swift kick to the butt from Sadiq.
"Shut it! Anyway, Mor ve Ötesi did just as good, and maybe even better, than Kalomira," Sadiq huffed as limped over to a nearby car curb stop and sat, swearing when his leg painfully opposed the action.
"No idea how we got 7th friggen place..."
Sadiq pulled down his hood further over his face and began to swear under his breath.
Heracles hesitantly took a seat next to the Turkish man, letting down his guard a bit when he saw that he wasn't in the mood to shove him away, though he could easily beat Sadiq right now.
"Well... 7th isn't too bad. I got 7th place last year, but it wasn't that bad..."
"Yeah, well, that's just you. Should've been the same way that year," Sadiq said with a laugh while Heracles sighed. "At least Russia didn't cheat that year. Their song wasn't as bad as this year's."
"You're so stubborn... He won this year and that's that."
"Tch, he probably used that devil of a sister to scare the announcers in givin' him a few extra points..."
"It wouldn't work."
"And how do you know? Did ya try? Wouldn't be surprised since you got 3rd this year-"
"People don't beat you just because they cheat."
Heracles let out another frustrated sigh. He could be so stubborn, but at least he calmed down a bit.
Sadiq snickered and gave the Grecian a light punch on the arm.
"So, how many people did ya have to sleep with this year to get within the top 10?"
~End~
A/N: HUZZAH! MY FIRST FILL! Fuck homework! 8D; Sorry for the cut off ending. e.e; I wasn't able to fulfill the second bonus, because I listened to Russia's song and some of the others and I personally think that Russia shouldn't have gotten 1st place. :c *dodges bricks and rocks*
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WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
The meeting room could get pretty rowdy and chaotic when all the nations were present, but luckily before the noise and mayhem could reach its peak, someone nervously suggested that they have a lunch break to calm down.
It was a good thing that the meeting had went into lunch time so that that most of the noisier nations were starving and were shut up as they happily dug at the lunch they had brought.
Korea was bored since China had quickly moved at the start of the lunch break, so he didn't have any time to pester him. Korea also forgot to bring something to eat, but instead of going out to the hall and grabbing a snack from the vending machine, he stared at the pasta the Italy brothers brought.
The two were happily eating and it would probably be a bad idea to disrupt them, but Korea was hungry and bored.
Ignoring the warning glares from China, who was now seated across from him next to Japan, Korea put on his brightest grin and lightly poked the side of Romano's head.
Romano turned to glare murderously at Korea, mouth still full with with bolognese pasta.
"Hi there," Korea said as he lightly poked Romano's head again.
Romano quickly swallowed his mouthful and scowled as he swatted Korea's hand away.
"What the hell do you want, you bastard? Can't you see I'm eating, damn it!?"
"I'm hungry."
"Good for you. Now mind your own damn business."
Feliciano snapped out of his heavenly pasta trance and turned to look at Korea around Romano.
"Ve... is something wrong, brother," Feliciano asked while nervously poking his own pasta with his fork.
"It's nothing. Just ignore him and keep eating, damn it," Romano snapped back and turned so that his back faced Korea.
Korea pouted and poked Romano's back several times.
"Why are you being so mean? I just want a bite or two," he whined.
Romano whipped around with a look in his eyes that pretty much said, 'if you touch me one more time, I'll rip your fucking fingers off'.
Romano snarled. "Fuck. Off."
He turned again so that his back faced Korea.
Korea was unfazed by Romano's threatening gaze and aggressive tone. He crossed his arms, leaned back in his seat and pouted, trying to think of a way to get some pasta. An idea quickly popped into his head and he grinned.
"I don't know why you won't let me have any. I created pasta anyway."
The almost all of the nations instantly fell silent while the rest instantly took note of the suddenly silence and began to mutter in confusion.
Romano slowly turned to face Korea again. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Korea slightly cringed. 'If looks could kill...'
"Uh, I said-"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKING SAID, DAMN IT," Romano screeched.
"Then why'd you ask," Prussia muttered under his breath, earning himself a rough nudge from Germany.
Romano stood up with his fork still in his hand, which was shaking because of how hard he was holding onto it.
Korea laughed nervously and scooted his chair away from Romano, who was slowly advancing.
"C-Come on now," Korea stuttered, now beginning to panic a bit. He took a quick glance around him to see the other nations just staring at the scene unfolding. By the look of some of their expressions, it didn't look like he was going to get any help anytime soon.
'All I wanted was a bite and now I'm going to get stabbed to death with a fork!?'
To Korea's horror, Romano reached out and firmly gripped the arm of his seat and pulled him forward with surprising strength.
But before Romano could deliver a stabby, forky death to Korea, Feliciano lightly held back his arm that was holding the fork.
Romano scowled and turned towards his brother to shout at him, but paused at seeing Feliciano's blank stare instead of the usual scared, nervous or happy expressions. Korea, Romano and the surrounding nations felt chills go down their spine when Feliciano put on a small smile and giggled, eyes still unsettlingly emotionless.
"It's okay Romano. He is saying some really stupid things, but I'm sure he doesn't mean it."
Feliciano giggled again and tilted his head, slightly, to stare at Korea. "Riiiiight?"
Korea silently and slowly nodded, slightly shaking from shock and fear.
Feliciano's expression instantly brightened. "Ve, that's good to hear! See, he's sorry, brother!"
Romano muttered insults, reluctantly stepped back from Korea and returned to his seat.
"You wanted to have some pasta? Why didn't you just say so! Do you want a bit of mine?"
"N-N-No thank you. N-Not that hungry anymore," Korea stuttered.
Feliciano frowned. "Aw, okay then..."
Feliciano and Romano went back to happily eating his pasta as if nothing had happened while Korea remained in his seat, shaking, and vowed never to ask anybody, except for China and France, for food ever again.
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WHY?
A/N: Definitely not as well written as the first fill, but I just started typing this when I looked back at old request, so I wanted to finish it. Chose to do France/Canada. This anon is not the best writer and hasn't written Matthew or Arthur before... m(_ _)m I hope it'll still be okay though... God, I felt so damn cheesy and lame near the end. *blush*
Another meeting, another argument between France and England.
When the meeting ended, France gave England a last, swift chop to the back of his head and ran out laughing before England could grab him.
"That damn frog bastard," he swore as he gathered up his files.
During the fight, his papers had scattered around, so it took a little longer until he was ready to leave the room. Most of the nations were long gone by now since it's not like there was anything to do in that stuffy building anyway.
... Unless if you were planning to eat vending machine snacks for dinner.
England sighed as he walked out of the room, but paused when he heard voices around the corner. It was coming from the direction opposite of the way to the front entrance of the building.
He instantly recognized one of the voices to be France's, but couldn't put his finger on the identity of the second voice.
Curious, he snuck closer to the corner and then slowly peered around the corner to get a glimpse of the person France was talking to.
... He wasn't prepared to see him in the middle of kissing Canada ardently.
England recoiled back, dropped his folder of papers and fell on his arse, but luckily wasn't noticed by the two.
'C-Canada is with that perverted, stupid frog bastard!? Th-That's not possible! He must be in this against his will, or, or, or-'
"Now, now, England. It's not elegant at all to be sprawled out on the floor like that."
His distressed thoughts were interrupted when he looked up to see France chuckling at him.
He quickly stood up, fuming. "You bastard! I-I... was trying my shoelaces! And I wasn't 'sprawled out on the floor', you damn frog!"
France chuckled again. "And I suppose you need to carelessly throw down your folder and sit around with a stupid expression every time you need to tie your shoes?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU BASTARD," England screeched. He quickly knelt down to pick up his folder and threw it at France's face.
"There's no need to act immature!"
"Strutting around like a moron doesn't make you mature!"
"I don't strut. I'm simple more graceful and elegant than-"
"S-Stop fighting please!"
The two arguing nations felt someone tugging on their sleeves and they turned their head to see Canada, who quickly let go and nervously fidgeted.
France sighed and gently ruffled Canada's hair. England slightly twitched at seeing him do that.
France smiled. "Alright, I'll stop."
Canada smiled back "Good..."
He looked worriedly at England, silently begging that he would also stop fighting.
England sighed. "Okay, I'll stop too."
The memory of Canada and France kissing popped up in his head.
"Er, can I speak with you for a bit, Canada?"
"Um, er... All right..."
France laughed and flicked the side of England's head. "Don't eat the poor boy alive!"
England scowled and grabbed Canada's hand and led him away from France and back into the empty meeting room so they could talk privately.
England sighed for the uptenth time today and grabbed one of the chairs and spun it around so he could sit and face Canada.
"Canada?"
The other cringed and continued to fidget nervously. "Y-Y-Yes? Am I in trouble?"
"No, it's just that..."
"Yes?"
What could he say to him? He couldn't just say 'I saw you kissing that bastard' since it'd be too forward so it'd be embarrassing if he had imagined the entire thing and it might freak out Canada.
"A-About France..."
He couldn't do this! England looked the the side and mumbled something incoherently.
"Excuse me?"
England sighed deeply and turned back to look at Canada
"...Why him?"
He decided to keep it vague. If it was true, Canada would understand. If it wasn't he wouldn't make a fool out of himself.
Canada looked lost for a few seconds, but then blushed.
"You saw... Us...?"
Not the response he wanted. "... Yeah."
Canada groaned. "I told him it'd be a bad idea to do it in the hallways," he mumbled under his breath.
"A-Anyway, why him!? He's a perverted, idiotic bastard and I swear to God if he's just screwing around I'll-"
"It's because he recognizes me."
England was startled when Canada interrupted him with a firm voice.
The other continued. "He doesn't confuse me with America. Sure, at first he didn't notice me like everybody else, but recently he started talking to me everyday and he paid attention to me. He... He even remembered my birthday even though most people forget about it because it's so close to July 4th."
He smiled when he remembered how he had been a bit depressed on July 1st, thinking that no one would notice anything special about that date, but France had invited him over and even put aside his own work so he could spend the afternoon with him. He had thought it was just France inviting him to get away from work for a bit, but he found out later that his reason was to spend time with him on his birthday. When he asked why, France had simply replied 'It's because July 1st is a special day, right?'.
He continued to speak, now with full confidence and a happy smile. "He makes me feel special. He can be nosy at times when I'm down, but only because he's worried about me. He can also be a bit pushy when he tries to help me be more confident at times, but it's because he thinks I'm worth it."
England could only stare at Canada, completely speechless. For the years he had known France, he had never seen nor heard of the side Canada was talking about. He still hated that bastard, but... Canada looked happy... Truly happy. If he could talk confidently about France...
"I know you dislike each other, but please," Canada said in his normal tone rather than with pride and confidence like before. "He can be a bit... forward at times, but he hasn't done anything I really didn't want."
He huffed a bit. "I already had to scold him about doing some things in public though."
But he blushed slightly and smiled after. "But I've managed to calm him down a little bit, I think."
England sighed, got up, walked over to Canada and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, okay. I get it... I won't get on his case anymore..."
Canada sighed with relief.
"... But if I catch him acting like a perverted, horny bastard around you public, I'll shave him bald, damn it."
Canada laughed nervously, but was glad that he seemed to understand.
England glanced at his watch. "We should get going."
"Um, what about your files?"
"My files? Oh, right!" England rushed to the door but before he left the room, he turned back towards Canada. "If he did anything to my files, punch him for me."
Canada sighed as he saw England dash out while muttering various insults. Even if he understood, they wouldn't get along with each other all the time.
He peeked outside of the room, but France was no where around.
'Well, that did take a while. He might have had work to do because of his boss, so I should've expect him to stand around waiting for me all the time. Besides, I've walked back home by myself a lot of times...'
When he arrived at the exit and stepped outside, he paused and looked through the thin crowd of passing by cars and people on the road and sidewalk in front of him, looking for him.
He didn't expect an arm to snake its way around his waist though. Canada yelped in surprise and turned his head to glare at France who was grinning.
He struggled out of the other's grasp. "C-Come on! France, F-Francis, there are people around!"
France put on a fake, hurt expression. "Ah, but I missed you so much! How cruel!"
When Canada escaped from the his hold, he lightly grabbed his wrist and quickly kissed the back of his hand.
Canada blushed furiously when he heard a couple of girls passing by giggle at the sight and hastily smacked France on the head with his own folder of meeting papers.
France chuckled a bit, despite the fact that Canada smacked him quite hard on the same place England had thrown the folder earlier. "But I do that in public because I care for you, mon chéri."
Canada simply blushed.
"Ah, but it looks like you fulfilled England's violent request."
"H-Huh?"
"It might take a while until he finds all of his papers," he chuckled.
Canada huffed. "You're supposed to try be nicer to him!"
"I couldn't resist."
Canada suddenly realized something. "W-Wait, you were eavesdropping?"
France smiled and raised a hand to caress the other's cheek lightly. "How could I just leave when your hysteric 'mother' forces you to talk to him?"
He leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. "And I am quite flattered about the things you said. I'll be sure to keep it up."
Canada blush darkened and he gently swatted away France. "Not in p-public..."
"Ah, so we should go home and then I may do those things and more~?"
France received another smack to the head. England would've been proud if he wasn't busy swearing loudly as he stormed through the halls, picking up his papers that were strewn all over.
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HETALIA IN OZ
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=32878661#t32878661
A/N: I only watched the movie. I'll be taking the parody/stupid dream way. e.e; Hmm, I'm not sure if I can work Rus/Am in or even GerIta, but I think I'll make the characters as in your request...
Today, America had been late to the meeting, got screamed at again for the economy again, got kicked in... various areas by other nations, missed the bus and had to walk home, got caught in the rain and to make matters worse, he had run out of burgers. Of all things. Of all things. So, after chucking his fridge out the window in rage, he should probably pick that up later, he stomped to bed and immediately fell asleep.
... Or, he thought he did.
America continued to stare dumbfoundedly at the colorful, little houses in front of him and the bright red road that cut through the small town.
It all looked somewhat familiar though... And something was weird about the road.
It reminded him of a movie he was forced to see with Canada and Feliciano a few days ago...
Those small houses, the large rainbow in the sky, that bright road that pretty much screamed 'WALK ON ME', and why was his bed hurled onto the side of the road-
Oh hell no.
"Of all the dreams I had to have, I have to dream about the Wizard of freaking Oz?" America scowled and kicked the side of a nearby house several times as he continued to complain. "At least I'm not in a dress but, I mean, there are no explosions or guns or awesome heros or hot babes or-"
"SHUT UP, DAMN IT!"
"What the-"
The voice came from inside the small house he was kicking. America kneeled down in front of the door and knocked loudly.
"Heeeeeeeey! Hellooooo?"
The door slammed open and somebody squeezed out, swearing all the while. It was-
"I-Italy's crazy brother?!"
Romano (?) paused in his struggling with his waist still stuck in the small doorway. "What the hell are you talking about, you crazy bastard!? My name is Lovino, damn it. Now help me get out of here and get the fuck off my property!"
"Ehhh? But you sound like him, look like him and you're loud and annoying like him!"
Not-Romano-But-Lovino flailed his arms as he tried to hit America, who just took a few steps back out of the other's range. "Shut the hell up and help me, you fat bastard!"
America scowled. "How can you call me fat!? You're the one who's too fat for his own house! Hell, how the hell do you live in there? Looks like there's only enough room for one person to kneel in it!"
"YOU SON OF A-"
About half an hour of arguing, flailing, screaming and swearing later, America finally got Lovino to stop moving so he could pull him out.
After a few firm tugs, Lovino finally became unstuck.
"It's about time, damn it," he swore as he dusted himself off. "Took you long enough and my arms fucking hurt now."
"Yeah, you're welcome." America sighed. "Anyway, mind telling me where the hell I am?"
"Why the hell should I?"
"Because I've had enough of this shit and I'll destroy all this damn munchkin crap if you don't."
Lovino's scowl quickly disappeared. "Y-You'reinTomatoland, don't hurt me! Damn it!"
"If you're going to hide, don't go back into that damn house!"
America sighed as Lovino struggled to squeeze back into his house. This wasn't getting anywhere, so he decided to look around the rest of the small town.
'Tomatoland, huh? Yeah, like I didn't see that coming. Well, at least there wasn't any singing. Would've torn my ears off...'
America suddenly realized something. If he was in some messed up Wizard of Oz thing, wasn't that pink fairy chick supposed to come by? He went back to check his bed, but it disappeared and only a small crater remained, with someone standing in it with a sparkling, blinding blue dress on.
"... Poland? Why the hell are you here?"
The other simply yawned and stared off into space, completely ignoring America.
"Hey, are you-"
Poland (?) interrupted and started to speak in a bored voice while picking at his nails. "So, like, I'm totally that Witch of the wherever and you really, like, gotta go and ask that dude in the green place to, like, help you. So, good luck man."
America tried really hard to hold himself back from choking Poland with his own frilly dress.
"Oh, what the hell, man!? Look, I fell asleep in the middle of this damn movie, so you're going to have to explain things better than that!"
Poland sighed and stared at America like he asked him how to add. "Just follow the tomato brick road."
"Don't you mean tomato red brick road or something?"
"No, they're tomato bricks. Bricks made from tomato."
"... Dude, that's really gross."
"Hey, I didn't, like, come up with the idea. Now get moving."
And with that, the 'Witch of the wherever' transformed into a rainbow with a flash and gracefully arced over the sky from the crater to somewhere far along the tomato brick road loading out of the town. The rainbow sparkled and shone brightly from every angle, as if it was a trail for America to follow.
... America pretended he didn't see that and would probably never look at rainbows the same way ever again. Hell, looking at that rainbow burned his eyes.
He looked down the tomato road. It looked like it would cut through a corn stalk field.
"Oh hell no. I'm not doing that! Doesn't that Poland Fairy now about those movies where a dude goes through a field of corn and they get jumped on by some evil alien that'll rip off my face or by a crazy murder or-"
A voice came from the crater where the rainbow started. "If you don't, like, stop wasting my time, I'll make my rainbow totally shine, like, brighter."
America shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. You're still not going to make me do it."
"You know, I have this, like, totally fabulous theme music I could play-"
"Fine! I'm going, I'm going! God!"
And so, America started stomping down the tomato brick road.
He reluctantly continued walking down the road when he reached the corn stalk fields.
"Man, couldn't they have given me a stick or some awesome weapons? I'm a hero! I should be able to defend myself- whatthehellwasthat!?"
He had heard suspicious rustling from the corn behind him. His eyes darted around, looking for a weapon. His choices were a pebble on the road, corn, a small stick, corn, maybe his shoe, corn, corn- GOD DAMN IT.
Since he had no other choice, he picked up a ear of corn and held it as threateningly as one could become while holding a vegetable as a weapon.
... Which wasn't very threatening at all.
"Bring it on, corn field monster! Don't make me use this corn! I'll... I'LL THROW IT. AT YOUR HEAD. And as a hero, I'll make sure it'll hurt!"
A tall figure rose up from the rustling patch of corn stalks. It was... Russia? He wearing plain, lame looking pants and a shirt with his scarf stuffed and covered with straw.
The straw-covered Russia stretched and yawned. He noticed America and smiled. "Hello-"
"Die you communist bastard," America screamed as he chucked the corn at Russia. It bounced harmlessly off his chest and only made him confused.
He frowned at America. "That wasn't very nice. I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Ivan, not 'communist bastard'. I'm just a scarecrow for this field."
"Wait, wait, wait. There's no way you're the scarecrow dude that Dorothy girl goes along with to that gem city! No way. Nu uh. You-"
Ivan simply smiled and went up to America. "Ah, you're going to the Ruby City? I'll go with you, Dorothy!"
America growled and poked Ivan on the chest. "Hey, I said 'NO'! And my name isn't Dorothy!"
"So it's settled then!" Ivan firmly pat America on the back and already started making his way down the tomato brick road. "I heard there's a nice warm field of flowers outside the city. I've always wanted to go visit with somebody!"
America tried to stop Ivan by pulling back on his arm, but to no avail. "No no no no no! There's no 'us'!"
He yelped when Ivan tightly grabbed his left hand into his right hand and forced him to walk beside him while rocking their arms back and forth as they continued down the road.
"Now now Dorothy, if you keep fooling around, we'll never make it!"
"My name isn't Dorothy!" America sighed and stopped struggling. "Fine. you can come along. But there's no way in hell I'm skipping down this damn road hand in hand while singing."
"Singing? That sounds like fun! You can choose the song, Dorothy!"
"How about you let go of my hand?"
His grip tightened and his smile grew. "I'm just making sure you're safe, Dorothy! Eheh~!"
"I think I'll take my chances with the evil corn children and face-eating aliens," America grumbled.
At that, Ivan stopped walking and his grip tightened further causing America to wince.. Damn it, he was definitely going to get freakin' bruises later on. America was about to complain, but stopped when he saw the other's face.
Ivan looked like he was about to cry.
Shit, he just wanted him to buzz off! He didn't want to make him cry and possibly end up breaking all his fingers! It looks like he has to apologize...
"Er... Uh... Y-Yo, you know I didn't mean it," America stuttered. It was a bit awkward to be apologizing to the scarecrow, movie parody version of his enemy. "You gotta understand that I'm suddenly in some weird-ass place, so I'm kinda highstrung. B-but... I... Look,I'msorryforsnappingatyou, okay?" America pouted and looked away.
Ivan sniffled and wiped his eyes a bit part of his scarf. "Really?"
"Yeh, r'lly," America mumbled, still looking away.
"I'm... glad. I've never had a friend before!" Ivan grinned and his grip on the other's hand loosened considerably to the point where America could take his hand back if he wanted to.
America let out a sigh of relief and slipped his hand out of the other's grasp so he could flex his fingers and make sure he hadn't broken any. But when he saw Ivan's grin falter, he sighed, grabbed his hand and started to pull him forward. "C'mon, let's get out of this field and keep going down this stupid tomato crap road."
Ivan giggle and just kept grinning.
... America was glad no one else was here to see him, a great hero, walk down a freakin' tomato brick road hand in hand with his enemy