just a fic, nothin to see here, nothin to see...
Hi flist if you... even remember who I am, hahaaa...
I promised a friend I'd show her a hetalia fic, so I'm gonna stick it here. I'd love if you enjoyed it as well!
Šaškės the Šeškas
rating: G, it's just genfic
characters: Poland, America, Lithuania
based on my friend's headcanons about Lithuania, ferrets, and cellphones.
“Liet??” Poland poked his head through his neighbor’s door, but couldn’t see him anywhere around.
“Lieeeet? Are you out or something? Lieeee--” Poland was interrupted by a yell from behind him. “LITHUAAAANIAAAA!” America was apparently attempting a visit as well.
Poland wrinkled his nose, scoffing. “That was like way too loud, god.” America looked vaguely apologetic.
“Sorry, uh… Poland…! I’m just worried about Lithuania, y’know? I’ve tried to call his cell maybe five times already, and he hasn’t answered!” Poland’s eyes widened in shock.
“B-but Liet always picks up his cell! It’s like… like a rule of nature or something!” America nodded vigorously.
“I know, right?? So I figured something must be wrong, I mean he’s even picked up his cell from the bathroom!”
“We gotta go in, then! Liet must be in total danger!” The two burst through Lithuania’s door and tore through the first floor of his house. Finding nothing, they reconvened at the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor, nodded quickly to each other, and thundered up the steps. After looking through every single room, they reached the very last door in the house. It was closed. America, too swept up in the moment, kicked it open, and the two frantic nations piled through the now hingeless doorframe to survey the scene before them.
Lithuania, staring terrified at the two of them, was kneeling in front of a low table, holding something furry in his hands. A sewing kit and swatches of sparkly fabrics lay scattered on the table, dominated by a large pet cage. His phone sat abandoned on his bedside table, vainly attempting to attract his attention with its message light.
“Oh gag me with a spoon, Liet.” Poland slumped back against the doorway and buried his face in a hand. America was completely baffled, looking from one to the other.
“What? What is it? What’s he doing? Lithu--” he noticed the furry thing move, “-What is that?!” Lithuania brightened, and proffered the animal for him to see.
“Ah, um, this is my ferret! Her name’s--”
“Shushushuk the shukshushuh,” Poland deadpanned over him. He was clearly unimpressed. Lithuania frowned at him as he stood up to get closer.
“That isn’t her name, Poland, she’s Šaškės the Šeškas!” Poland rolled his eyes in response. America leaned in as Lithuania picked his way around the ruined door, holding up Šaškės.
He giggled as the ferret gave him a little sniff and lick on the nose. “Hee! That’s a funny name, what’s it mean, Lithuania?” Before Lithuania could even draw a breath, Poland again cut in.
“ ‘Checkers the Ferret.’ He thinks it’s clever. Doesn’t even work in anything but Lithuanian, durr.”
“I-I thought it was cute, is all…”
“More like majorly lame. Ugh, if you’re just going to hang around doing… what were you doing anyway, Liet?” Poland asked, glancing at the cloth and thread littering the table. At this, Lithuania flushed bright red.
“I-I… er,” he stammered, “I was making…” He shifted his hold on the animal to reveal…
“I-I made her InCulto shorts.” And sure enough, she had a pair of very small, very sparkly pants over her back end.
Poland could take it no longer. He stomped away, whining about how embarrassing Liet was, oh my god, while America, for whom the reference had sailed clean over his head, looked excited as a kid at Christmas.
“Oh man, that is so cool, Lithuania!”
“R-really? You think so?” Lithuania brightened hesitantly, until America’s next statement extinguished it completely.
“Yeah! It’s just like the chihuahuas the ladies in California all carry around, awesome! Totally! Hey wait, why’re you taking it off?”
“N…no reason.”
I promised a friend I'd show her a hetalia fic, so I'm gonna stick it here. I'd love if you enjoyed it as well!
Šaškės the Šeškas
rating: G, it's just genfic
characters: Poland, America, Lithuania
based on my friend's headcanons about Lithuania, ferrets, and cellphones.
“Liet??” Poland poked his head through his neighbor’s door, but couldn’t see him anywhere around.
“Lieeeet? Are you out or something? Lieeee--” Poland was interrupted by a yell from behind him. “LITHUAAAANIAAAA!” America was apparently attempting a visit as well.
Poland wrinkled his nose, scoffing. “That was like way too loud, god.” America looked vaguely apologetic.
“Sorry, uh… Poland…! I’m just worried about Lithuania, y’know? I’ve tried to call his cell maybe five times already, and he hasn’t answered!” Poland’s eyes widened in shock.
“B-but Liet always picks up his cell! It’s like… like a rule of nature or something!” America nodded vigorously.
“I know, right?? So I figured something must be wrong, I mean he’s even picked up his cell from the bathroom!”
“We gotta go in, then! Liet must be in total danger!” The two burst through Lithuania’s door and tore through the first floor of his house. Finding nothing, they reconvened at the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor, nodded quickly to each other, and thundered up the steps. After looking through every single room, they reached the very last door in the house. It was closed. America, too swept up in the moment, kicked it open, and the two frantic nations piled through the now hingeless doorframe to survey the scene before them.
Lithuania, staring terrified at the two of them, was kneeling in front of a low table, holding something furry in his hands. A sewing kit and swatches of sparkly fabrics lay scattered on the table, dominated by a large pet cage. His phone sat abandoned on his bedside table, vainly attempting to attract his attention with its message light.
“Oh gag me with a spoon, Liet.” Poland slumped back against the doorway and buried his face in a hand. America was completely baffled, looking from one to the other.
“What? What is it? What’s he doing? Lithu--” he noticed the furry thing move, “-What is that?!” Lithuania brightened, and proffered the animal for him to see.
“Ah, um, this is my ferret! Her name’s--”
“Shushushuk the shukshushuh,” Poland deadpanned over him. He was clearly unimpressed. Lithuania frowned at him as he stood up to get closer.
“That isn’t her name, Poland, she’s Šaškės the Šeškas!” Poland rolled his eyes in response. America leaned in as Lithuania picked his way around the ruined door, holding up Šaškės.
He giggled as the ferret gave him a little sniff and lick on the nose. “Hee! That’s a funny name, what’s it mean, Lithuania?” Before Lithuania could even draw a breath, Poland again cut in.
“ ‘Checkers the Ferret.’ He thinks it’s clever. Doesn’t even work in anything but Lithuanian, durr.”
“I-I thought it was cute, is all…”
“More like majorly lame. Ugh, if you’re just going to hang around doing… what were you doing anyway, Liet?” Poland asked, glancing at the cloth and thread littering the table. At this, Lithuania flushed bright red.
“I-I… er,” he stammered, “I was making…” He shifted his hold on the animal to reveal…
“I-I made her InCulto shorts.” And sure enough, she had a pair of very small, very sparkly pants over her back end.
Poland could take it no longer. He stomped away, whining about how embarrassing Liet was, oh my god, while America, for whom the reference had sailed clean over his head, looked excited as a kid at Christmas.
“Oh man, that is so cool, Lithuania!”
“R-really? You think so?” Lithuania brightened hesitantly, until America’s next statement extinguished it completely.
“Yeah! It’s just like the chihuahuas the ladies in California all carry around, awesome! Totally! Hey wait, why’re you taking it off?”
“N…no reason.”