Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

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The smell of french toast lingered through the old house and the laughter of an annoying American who just asked the Frenchman if the reason he could cook french toast so good is because the sweet treat inherited in his country.

"Non America, i am just an excellent cook!" France sighed for the billionth time. America just laughed, taking a bite of his food.

"Right, right. Hey, where is England?"

France stopped eating, questionably looking at America. "Oui, i haven't seen him all morning.....or last night."

"I think hes been in his room dude. Probly embarrassed." America shrugged his shoulders, not to worried about England, he would be embarrassed to if he was turned into a girl.

"Well, why don't we go get him. He can stay cooped up there forever." France truly did feel bad for him, but then again was excited to finally show England how he truly loved him!

"Dude, i know that look on your face......" America stood up wearily, keeping his gaze on France. "You will NOT rape Iggy!"

"What!? I wouldn't do such a thing!" France barked defensively. "Love is something that shouldn't be forced upon others." America rolled his eyes at him.

"Right, just don't make the 'rape' face again.....it was creepy."

"I didn't make any face." France lied innocently, walking past America and shoulder checking him. 'Lets go get mon amour!"

"No, no, no! Bro no! Iggy isn't your love, he doesn't swing that way either!" France laughed as America rambled on about England not being gay and how he would never love France. But what America didn't know is that France and England did have a thing once. But that was years and years ago.

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"Gah!" England chucked the hair brush across the room blindly, his long blonde hair getting tangled even more in the process.

"Ow! Dude not cool!" England quickly turned to face the door to see America with a red spot on his forehead. "Why did you throw the brush at me bro!?"

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't aiming specifically...." England didn't want to yell, he was tired from the lack of sleep he got. He found out that sleeping with large breast was very uncomfortable.

"Mon amour what happened to your hair?" France strolled in the room after picking up the hair brush, America following after rubbing the bump on his forehead.

"This, this mop on my head!" England groaned, tugging at the knotted strands. "Its infuriating!"

"Let me help then." England didn't fight back or argue, he simply sighed and sat on the bed. France stood behind him, easily brushing the tangles out.

"So, whats up dude....dudett...." America asked, sitting beside England.

"Well for starters, the only clothes that fit me are sweat pants and this t-shirt."

"We need to take you shopping Bro!" America smiled cheerfully, only to frown after a second. "Uh, am i supposed to refer to you as a girl or guy?"

"You twat! I'm a guy!" France and America both gave England a look that said 'are you blind?' "But, i guess I'm a 'girl' now......"

"Okay England, do you want you hair up or down?"

"For heaves sake's yes put it up!" England hated his long hair, it got messy and in the way. "How about i cut it back to my own hair style?" America looked at England in horror while France chocked on air.

"Non, you don't want to do that!"

"Yeah, dude. You wouldn't look good with super short hair and boobs." England though for a second before crossing his arms and covering his chest.

"don't look! I feel violated!" Americas face instantly turned red as he shook his head rapidly.

"No, its not what you think! I was just saying...i-i wasn't looking i swear man!"

"Honhonhon, its okay America. I won't judge."

"You perv!" America and England both yelled, France continued to laugh, finishing England's hair.

"Okay your hair is up." England sighed with relief as he stood up and walked up to his body mirror. Why did he have one? No one will ever know.

His hair was in a neat messy bun, while his bangs gently rested on his forehead.

"Not bad, i actually like it." England admired his hair in the mirror, looking at it from different angles. "Now, i need new clothes."

France perked up, his smile growing bigger. Him and England both shrieked and jumped up and down while screeching- "Shopping!"

"Uh....." America stood awkwardly at the two, England stopped also, now realizing what he just did.

His eyes widened as he spoke. "Did i just squeal about shopping?!"

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Hey guys! sorry about the lastness again. I have been busy this week, its my mom vacation week so yup. :P Anyway, i hope you liked it! Vote comment and enjoy :)