Hetalia Drabbles - Crossover One Shots

An Awkward Thanksgiving - USUK

Arthur: Yeah, My family's having our thanksgiving on Saturday... It's gonna be hell I don't wanna go does that make me a bad person?
Alfred: I dunno how bad is your family?
Arthur: There's over 25 Kirklands packed in one small area
Alfred: Oh my god
Arthur: Yeah.
Alfred: Maybe I should come
Arthur: You?
Arthur: Come to a Kirkland thanksgiving???
Alfred: I think it'd be nice to meet all of your family
Alfred: We've been dating for nearly half a year
Alfred: You have come out to your relatives, right?
Arthur: Well...
Arthur: Maybe not entirely
Alfred: I'm coming with you.
Arthur: Al no
Alfred: Al yes
Arthur: I have some very narrow minded relatives
Arthur: Last time I saw them, they tried setting me up with a British girl.
Arthur: That's all they want
Arthur: Our bloodline to be "pure"
Arthur: If I want to marry a muggle I fucking will
Alfred: Why do you hurt me like this
Arthur: You're an American boy I don't think it would be a good idea
Arthur: I think it would be better for us to just run off to your place and I'll live in your basement for the rest of your life

Alfred won the argument.

The next day, Arthur picked up Alfred at his apartment early and drove to the thanksgiving. You could hear the chaos from the driveway, the screaming children, the arguing adults.
"It's not too late to turn back. They won't even notice I'm missing." Arthur tugged on his boyfriend's sleeve.
Alfred smiled. "If we can get through this, we can get through anything. Trust me, I can handle people."
"Alfred, you know how my siblings are? Chaotic and constant fighting? That's what the entire family is like. You can hear the screams of the damned from here."
Alfred smiled at Arthur, a smile that said 'I might not get out of here alive, but I'll be happy for your sake'.

As soon as they opened the door, Arthur already felt lightheaded. The sound was unbearable. He looked at Alfred.
"You do realize what I said about the basement was a serious suggestion, right? Alfred, you haven't gone deaf yet, have you?"
"Not yet." Alfred hugged Arthur by the shoulders. The stupid confidence shone in his blue eyes. "We can do this."

"Arthur. Thought you weren't even coming for a while there." Alistor, Arthur's red headed, Scottish brother said with a smirk. "Hey Al. You come here willingly or forced?"
"Willingly." Alfred said with a grin, a grin that could very likely get him plastered over the wall if he directed it at the wrong Kirkland.
"Don't know why you'd do that, but it looks like it's too late now." Alistor smirked. "Come join the rest of the Kirklands."

Alfred knew Arthur had a lot of relatives, but he didn't expect as many as there were. From young kids, maybe four or five at the youngest, to grandmothers and grandfathers. As he looked over the crowd he quickly realized he was one of the tallest there, even though the Kirklands weren't short people. He was just extremely tall, and from what he could tell, the only person in the room with blue eyes. It seemed every Kirkland had either green or hazel. He could pick out a select few people who were obviously not Kirklands by birth, women and men who had married into the family.

An elderly woman came over to Arthur and hugged him, obviously his grandmother. She looked over Alfred with suspicious green eyes.
"It's lovely to see you, Artie! Who's your friend?"
"Um... This is my boyfriend, Alfred Jones."

The tension was thick. Heads turned, and it was apparent that Arthur hadn't come out to any of his family members other than this parents and brothers.
Arthur made a sort of grimace, like he was waiting to be slapped.
"Well, this is a way to start off the night." She mused.

Not the response we wanted.

"Um... I hope you're okay with that? We can leave-" Arthur began stammering nervously. Alfred felt just as uncomfortable, but didn't want to say anything.
"Of course we're okay with it. Come, sit down." Arthur's grandmother said, and Alfred felt a weight lift off his chest, although Arthur still seemed incredibly nervous.