Hetalia One Shots

UsUk

Yay! UsUk! OTP!!

America rang England's doorbell. He was excited. He was going to a party and the brit was coming weather he wanted to or not! *ding dong* "Who is it?" England said as he opened the door. He was in a casual T-shirt that showed his slightly toaned chest and black jeans with white converse. America blushed a little bit. "America? What are you doing here?" England asked. "Dude, we are going to a party!" America said. "No." England said. America grabbed England's wrist and dragged him to the car. America opened the door and pushed England into the passengers seat. America went around and got into the drivers seat. "America! Stop the bloody car! I'm not going!" England said, frustrated. "Come on dude! It'll be fun!" America said, pulling up to Poland's house where the party was being held. England groaned. He knew it would be ten times louder than a normal party because it was at Poland's house. They got out of the car and rang the bell. Poland opened the door. England gaped at Poland's outfit. He was wearing a blue shirt with Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony on it, with baby pink shorts and black shoes. He looked like an overgrown five-year-old. "America! You, like came! Whoa! How did you, like, get England to come?" Poland asked. "Oh, I have my methods dude." America said. "Well, like, come in!" Poland said, stepping aside to let them through. England almost vomited at the site of Poland's house. The walls were zebra striped except the white was replaced with a hot pink. The rug was a rich, cobalt blue. There were pictures of My Little Pony and My Little Pony figures everywhere. England groaned. The music was really loud and everyone seemed to be drunk. "England dude!" America said, breaking England out of his thoughts. "What is it bloke?" He asked, rubbing his temples. "I got us drinks!" America said, holding a beer bottle out to England. England took it. He needed it. After a couple beers, both England and America were tipsy. "England dude, let's go upstairs." America slurred. "Why~?" England asked drunkinly. "We're gonna have sex." America bluntly stated. America picked up England bridel-style. He walked over to Poland. "Hey Poland dude." "What, like, is it America?" "Where are your guest rooms?" America said, slurring slightly. Poland smiled. He knew why America was asking. "Like, upstairs, two doors down on, like, the left." Poland said and slipped a condom in the pocket of America's bomber jacket.

Done. Finally. I have a lot of other fanfics in progress, and I'm preparing audition pieces for my theater camp in a few days, and my summer homework load is INSAINE, and I need a book that will be at the bookstore in about 3 days, and yeah. My life is HECTIC. So I'm sorry about not updating a lot.
~Cali