All characters belong to Hetalia & the story is mine. Warning: boyxboy slash.
Enjoy, kiddos!
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It's tough work being a hero, I know what you must be thinking. Yes, it is, kids. Yes, it is.
First off, I have to make sure there's not a limit of fast food joints in my country, America, the best country in the whole world. That way I can make the holiday season all the more joyful.
"This is why you're people are so obese," Eyebrows, I mean....England says, sipping his tea.
Whoops, guess I was talking out loud again.
"Not my fault your country doesn't have any soul!" I sing.
"Of course we have a soul," Iggy says all properlike in his English accent.
Americans don't need any of that proper stuff! We got's soul, man!
France enters the room with a bottle of wine in his hand. "Kesesese, like your country has a soul, Iggy! All it does is sit around and sip tea all day! Kesesese..." He chuckled as he left the room.
So this is the Hetalia new year's party! Everyone gets really drunk and acts really stupid! Except me, of course. Why? Because I'm the hero!
Veneziano comes into the room with his arms wrapped around Germany's waist.
"Somebody's had far too much to drink," England says.
"I lovvvvveee you, Germanyyyy!" Italy sighs.
Germany blushes but remains stiff. "Veneziano, zis es not smart. Get off before your brothr sees."
"I don't wannnaaaaa," Veneziano whines.
Germany slaps his forehead.
"Be careful not to start a war with Roamno-aru!" China says.
Now, where the hell did that crazy asian come from? Oh well, who cares? This is my story!
"War?!" Veneziano has a pettrified look on his face. He jumps off Germany.
"Not again," Germany groans.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Veneziano starts stripping and running around the house, screaming, "I surrender!" over and over.
"Where is my brother?!" Romano storms into the room. "Did that ****ing **** **** my little brother? Feliciano, get your *** over here! If that beast did anything..." he growls.
Spain pops out from behind Romano.
"Mi amor, forget your brother," he says charmingly. "Let us be merry, celebrate the New Year and make love."
Romano's fist fits perfectly into his face. "Get away from me, you ****ing pedo!" He runs out of the room with Spain on his heels.
Next, Russia comes into the room.
"England, China, America, you three become one with mother Russia, da?"
Man, that guy sure is crazy. Of course, he's also the only country that really freaks me out. Ha, he's a psycho!
"NOOOOO!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs and grab Iggy who drops his tea all over himself. Teehee.
I pull him after me, leaving China all alone with Russia. He'll be fine...Okay, probably not. I drag Iggy up the stairs and lock ourselves into a room.
Unfortuantly, I didn't check the room...
"Look at my five meters! Aren't I awesome? Hell yeah, I'm awesome!" Iggy shudders as we slowly turn in horror to see a naked and drunk Prussia dancing around the room.
"Where's Austria?" He shouts. "He needs to party with my awesome self! AUSTRIA! Get over here, you slut!"
"Wrong room," I say loudly and pull Iggy into one across the hall.
I laugh. "Ha, this party sure is crazy. Of course, I can handle it! I can handle anything!"
Iggy rolls his eyes. "Sure, Arthur." I ignore him completely.
"Hey, look! Beer!" Seeing as there is no fast food in this place, beer will have to do. I crack it open.
"Want some?" I ask Iggy.
"No, I do not, you fool-" I cut him off by planting him in my lap and forcing the beer down his throat.
"Drink up, Iggy, m'boy!"
Several hours later, we sit in the same room. Iggy is stone-cold drunk. It's great!
"I'm a better kisser!" I yell.
"No, I am," he hisses.
"Iggy, how the hell could an Englishman be a better kisser? You guys are emotionless!"
"We are not!"
"Mmmhmmmm......" I say, not convinced at all. He's just lucky I didn't mention how bad his country's teeth are.
"No, I really am, Arthur, you twit!" He looks mad which is kind of hot right now. His GIGANTIC eyebrows are furrowed and his forest green eyes are blazing.
Ha...this could turn out to be a really fun New Year's.
I stand up and walk towards Iggy. He blushes furiously.
"W-what are you d-doing?" He asks, nervously.
I smirk as I press his small body against the floor. Of course, who isn't small compared to me?! I straddle his waist.
"Prove it," I command.
His blush deepens. You know, he could be cute if he were this shy more often. Could be.
He reaches for my neck and presses his lips shyly against mine. His lips are cold and it only lasts for a second.
"That was a peck," I growl.
He does it again but this time stays a ittle longer. His tonge peeks into my mouth. We fight for dominance. I easily win. Our tongues dance. Saliva gets switched around. It's kind of gross, knowing I'm doing this with Eyebrowman but at the same time...I wouldn't stop for anything.
Our tongues touch each others' for ages before...
Well, I would talk about what happens next but Iggy would kill me.
Ha, like he could.
I'm the hero! No one can kill me!
So happy New Year's from the hero!
