50 States of Mind ~ Hetalia Fanfic

Thanksgiving Special~ YESH!

Thanksgiving Special

England watched as Massachusetts ran all around the house, collecting goods and depositing them in the kitchen. He didn’t move to stop her. She looked more industrial than ever, focused on the task at hand. England felt his curiosity rise. Why was she ignoring him? She’d usually fit at least one rude remark in whenever she passed him. He was even beginning to think it was becoming a habit for her…so why did she suddenly stop?

In his daze, England absentmindedly walked into the kitchen after Massachusetts, who was not happy when she bumped into him and dropped the bowl she was holding. Her eyes blazed when they were torn away from the shattered object and switched their gaze to England. He scowled.

“Please, you have plenty of bowls! What difference does one make?” he said snippily. Massachusetts eye twitched. “Do you know what today is?” she questioned, voice low. England blinked in surprise. What day? It couldn’t be anything special. As much as he hated to admit it, he always remembered when her birthday was.

Massachusetts shook her head, a frown touching her lips. “You don’t even know. Then again, why would you!? It’s not you have anything special to remember about it! Why do I even try?” she muttered. England noticed how her voice seemed to sadden near the end of the sentence and tensed. What it really that important?

Massachusetts was about to walk away when England grabbed her hand. “Hey now! Don’t just bloody walk away! Tell me, what’s so special about today!?” he snapped, eyebrows furrowing. Massachusetts gave him a dead look. “First of all, I’m busy! Second of all, what’s wrong old man? Can’t even afford a calendar anymore?” (A/N: Hell yeah! Taking England’s comment to France >:3)

England froze as Massachusetts snapped her hand away, going into the kitchen. She came back with a dust pan and a small broom, sweeping the broken material away. She glared at England, who seemed to be stuck to the floor. Massachusetts frowned. “Just go sit o the couch or something! Please?” she pleaded, voice full of hurt. Strangely, she blushed as well, quickly retreating back into the kitchen.

England walked over the couch and plopped down, unsure of what was going on. He sighed, closed his eyes, and let his head rest on the back of the couch. He frowned. What was that stupid girl screaming about!? How could what was bloody wrong possibly be his fault!? Suddenly, his eyes shot open. Now he sincerely felt bad…and embarrassed. This was a holiday…they created together…

The memory was fresh in his mind…

~Flashback~

“England, England! You promised you’d eat with me, England!” A young, chibi Massachusetts screamed, hitting England’s leg with her fist. England looked down at the flustered girl and smiled. “Did I?” he said pretending to be unsure. He laughed as the little girl kicked his leg.

“England, you bully! You did, you did! Come on! Eat with me, eat with me! You promised!” she huffed. England knelt down to the girl’s eye level and smiled sadly. “There, there. I will eat with you! What exactly will we be having?” he said softly. In his heart, he was truly happy. It was the first time he and this young girl had truly gotten along. For some reason it made him feel…happy inside.

Massachusetts smiled sweetly. “I…made…goose!” she said with excitement. England paled. “G-goose?”  He choked, not believing it. She couldn’t possibly mean those winged creatures scampering around? She wasn’t referring to an actual “goose”, was she!?

Massachusetts frowned. “You don’t look very excited, Iggy.” She said sullenly. England shook his head. “No, no!” he said, not trying to discourage the girl. “I just wasn’t expecting that! Ha-ha! Why don’t we try my delicious food first?”