Hetalia Fluffy Stories

Canada Club~ Hetalia Dork Trio

The Hetalia Dork Trio is made up by Japan, Canada, and Austria, from the account Hetalia_Fanpeeps cause life :3
I felt like doing a thing, so DERP~

"Welcome to the Canada Club!" Matthew greeted as Kiku walked into the cabin. He was sitting on the couch while Roderich took up the rocking chair. "Let me guess: Alfred made you go to his 'Cowboy Boot Camp' again."

Kiku sighed. "Yeah. Why doesn't he force you? You're his brother after all."

Matthew chuckled. "I am in charge of my own club."

"And it's way more better than Alfred's club!" Roderich said. "Why do you keep on going?"

Kiku shrugged. "It's not important. Are we doing anything different today?"

Matthew shrugged. "I have nothing planned."

Roderich laughed. "I thought you were in charge of this club."

Matthew rolled his eyes. "It's more of a group than a club now." He pointed out.

"HEY MATTHEW!" Everyone jumped as the door got slammed open.

Matthew glared at his brother. "Alfred F. Jones, what is wrong with you?"

Alfred chuckled and made himself at home. "Well, I had nothing better to do, and I knew that Keeks always comes here, so-"

"Alfred, please. No one likes you." Roderich interrupted. "Well, except for Kiku, but that's on a different level-" He stopped with a slap to the face from the blushing Kiku.

"Alfred, go home and — I dunno — bake some stupid blue cake or talk to Arthur or go grab a burger, whatever you typical Americans do!" Matthew said as he shooed his brother out the door.

"B-But Mattie! I don't have anything to do!" Alfred complained as he stumbled out the doors.

     "Unless you want to join the Canada Club, deal with it." Matthew said. "Do you want to join the club?"

     "Er..well, no-" Matthew slammed the door on his face before he could make up any stupid excuses.

Matthew walked back into the room and sighed. "Anyways, do you guys want some pancakes?" He asked.

About fifteen minutes went by, and the trio mostly talked about random topics, not even about life. If anything, they talked about the fact that they have no life. Then there was another knock at the door which opened without consent. "HEY ROD, YOU HERE?"

Matthew sighed and Roderich stood up. "What do you want, Gil?" He asked annoyed.

Gilbert walked into the kitchen where the dorks were gathered and sat on the counter. "Why did you bail on the music club? You showed up for - what - ten minutes? Then you left saying that you had 'important buiseness' to attend to."

Roderich shrugged. "I had a rough morning and felt too stressed to play piano, so I came here."

     "BUT YOU'RE THE SECOND MOST AWESOMEST PERSON THERE!" Gilbert whined.

     Roderich rolled his eyes. "I wonder who's the most 'awesomest person' in the music club."

     Gilbert laughed. "Ain't it obvious?"

     "Yes. The piano is."

     "Ouch. Rod, that hurts..."

     "Gilbert," Matthew interrupted, "either join the Canada Club or get out."

     "What? Why can't the awesome me-" Gilbert didn't get to finish when he was shoved out the door by a peeved off Canadian.

     Canada walked back to the table and sighed. "So, do you wanna go to the park and watch me parkour?"

     "That sounds amusing." Roderich said, and the trio headed outside.