Hetalia One-Shots

UsUk : Sunshine and Sunflowers

  America and England were sitting on the hood of the American's car. Their arms were wrapped around each other, admiring the view. In front of them were acres of beautiful flower fields stretching out to the horizon. England sighed, nuzzling his head in the crook of America's neck. "This is one of my favorite places of your country," he said smiling.

"I know right! I'm gorgeous aren't I?" the American chuckled, resting his head on the smaller male's. England smiled and pinched his boyfriend's ribs lightly in response of his self compliment. "You know what, let's go down there. We could pick flowers and then make a huge bouquet and we could also just have fun in the sweet scented fields," America proposed.

England looked up slightly surprised then smiled saying, "Since when have you been so romantic?"

The American pouted, "Aw come on Iggy, stop being so mean, I'm a nice guy you know!" The green-eyed nation laughed, hugging his pouting boyfriend.

"Yes I know, I know. You're the best," England stated, looking up to America. America stared into the beautiful green eyes of the older nation before bending down to steal a kiss on his rosy lips.

England closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. Their lips parted and America hopped off the hood pulling England off gently. "Come on, let's go," he said smiling. England nodded, smiling as well. They got into the car and drove down the hill to the flower fields.

They parked the car on the side of a little dirt road and got out. The scent of the flowers filled the air to a brim. England inhaled the odor, stretching his arms towards the sky, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun shining down on him. America looked around admiring the flowers and his beautiful boyfriend. He then headed to a little shack where the owner of the fields sat. He took a basket and scissors and payed the old man. He had said no one had come yet so there would be a lot of flowers for them to choose from. America thanked him and headed back to England.

He gave him the basket and scissors and walked through the fields, stopping to cut flowers that pleased them. After a while, they looked back to where they had started and realized they had gone pretty far. A couple yards away was another field.

Tall sunflowers where hovering over the little man. England looked at them mesmerized as he stepped forward, disappearing into the golden sea. America noticed nothing still looking back at their car.

He turned around to talk to England but didn't see him. He frowned in confusion and turned a full 360 degrees still not seeing him. America called out for England but didn't get an answer. His eyes landed on the basket full of flowers set on the border line between both fields. He looked up to the sunflowers and walked through the stems, unsure.

He zig-zagged the long stalks shouting England's name from time to time. Each time he had no response. Rustling was coming from his left. "Artie?" he said, his eyes searching for a familiar silhouette. A flock of crows suddenly flew up into the air scaring America who let out a loud shriek.

A weird and foreign sound emitted from not too far away from the country. He hesitantly advanced towards the noise clutching his fists.

"There you are!" England said hugging America from behind. The younger nation let out a high-pitched scream at the sudden contact.

"Don't do that!" he yelled turning back to face England. The Brit looked at him surprised then burst out laughing.

"It's not funny! And why did you disappear like that? I was worried!" America complained, crossing his arms and facing the other way, his cheeks covered with a light blush. England calmed himself, his laughter dying down.

"Now how are we going to get back?" America sighed, crossing his arms, still vexed. His boyfriend pondered, finger on his chin. His face lit up.

"You just have to carry me on your shoulders and I'll guide us," he proposed smiling proudly. America sighed in defeat not having a better idea.

"Sure," he voiced, bending down on one knee. England positioned himself and America got up earning a tight grip around his neck. "H-Hey, Iggy, loosen up will you? I'm suffocating here..."

"Oh sorry!" England said, placing his hands on the younger country's head instead. America held England's legs and started walking in the direction the nation on his shoulders indicated. "Hey England, how were you able to make that weird machine-like sound before?"

"Huh? I didn't make a sound, I was looking for you but didn't hear anything the whole time," England responded frowning.

"Oh... Okay..." America muttered confused, swearing he had heard something.

After less than a minute, both nations were out of the sunflower field and headed back to the shack, picking the basket and flowers up on their way. England hummed happily on America's shoulders. The nation decided to ignore what he had possibly heard and joined England's humming, adding a couple lyrics. They sang happily entwining their fingers.

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But what they didn't know was that if they had turned around before heading out of the sunflowers, they would have discovered something pretty amazing. In the center of the sunflower field was a crashed vehicle. The smoke had died down so it wasn't visible. On the top of the silver ship was a small creature with almond shaped eyes and a light gray body, muttering to himself.

"Fucking... Fucking... Fucking..."