"My name is negative York," New York said quietly to himself as he walked around town, "I am 19 years old and I am negative." He turned a sidewalk and continued walking. "I am in the negative trio, along with Alaska and Manitoba." He crossed the road. "No one likes me because I'm negative." He kept walking. "It is -5 Fahrenheit outside. I am cold." He looked at a shop window. "Everywhere is closed because it is Christmas."
He sighed. It was
So
So
Cold.
Just then, his knees buckled, and he fell, freezing. Without a jacket. Or gloves. Or a hat.
He was outside the city. This part had been abandoned 16 years ago.
Then there was a person dragging him somewhere. He didn't do anything except curse. The other guy didn't care as he unlocked the door to his house and dragged Negative York inside. They turned on the fireplace.
"Why the F'ck am I sitting in front of a freaking fireplace with someone I don't even know?!" New York exclaimed, obviously mad.
"First, I'm New Jersey, Alaska's stepbrother," The person began, and they wrapped a large blanket around Cold York. "And second of all, no one should spend Christmas alone."
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Hetalia Headcanons (Mostly OC's)
FanfictionHetalia head canons are SO unoriginal—but what if we twisted it up a bit so the OC's are also involved? You can post any Headcanon you want and I will put it up. Bonus points if you think of something for an OC. Also, you can post your OC's and I wi...
