Hetalia oneshots

*Part one* usuk

Dear Diary,

Today is the day I officially leave the comfort of my home and enter the depths of Hell to serve the very Devil himself. At times like this I like to look back on my idiotic mistakes and wonder how in the bloody hell I got myself into these messes. Why can't I ever learn? Why must I be so prideful and stubborn? For once in my life, why can't I just accept things for how they are? ….Impossible. If there's one thing I dislike more than backing down, it's getting my arse handed to me. I've always been this way. Since the beginning of time. But enough about that. I refuse to list and continue to discuss the flaws I possess. No matter how short the list may be. Carrying on. Where was I? Ah yes. Serving the Devil. It all started when frog face invited me to a good ole' game of cards. Upon my arrival, I've noticed the idiot Mario Brothers, the Spaniard, that egotistical fool Prussia, Germany, Japan and HIM were also present. And yes by HIM, I mean the Devil. I mean once you think about it. What was he even doing there? He was too young to even gamble. He can barely dress himself, let alone count. We started with a 'friendly' game of Poker and it's not good mannerisms for a gentleman to lie, so I will admit I lost quite a bit. It angered me a bit—no…I'll say it. IT DOWN RIGHT PISSED ME OFF! I looked at the Devil as he wore that cocky, smug, idiotic grin on his IDIOTIC FACE! He thought he was superior just because he coincidently won a couple rounds. Then if that wasn't bad enough, the wanker had the audacity to say. "That was a good game Britain. I had fun." With that dumb grin on his face. What the fuck was that supposed to mean?! Was he insulting me? Me; The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. I had to do it. I wouldn't be able to rest for days if I let the night end with his victory. So I challenged him to a game of Blackjack. I had nothing more to wager, so we decided on a bet. If I win, he has to give up those ghastly greasy sandwiches he calls 'food' for a month. And if he was the victor (which wasn't going to happen), I'd be forced to do whatever he wished. *Sigh* I have been many things as I developed over the centuries. Knight, Angel, the Victorian Era was nice, Pirate, Sorcerer, a Gentleman, I even went through that punk faze, but for the first time I, The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland will be a 'Maid'.

May strength be with me thru these wretched times,

Sincerely, England

England stood paralyzed in front of the large yet cozy looking 2 story home before him. His grip tightened on the handle of his suit case to the point where his knuckles turned a pale white. The nation bit into his lower slightly chapped lip as his mind began to race in a way where he couldn't keep up. England has visited this house countless times. He knew it inside and out like the back of his hand. He remembered the parties he attended here and childish bickering between himself and other nations that always seemed to occur, but today it all seemed different. The Brit took a deep breath. There was no point in just standing on the doorstep like a fool. Nevertheless, you could call England a lot of things, but one thing he certainly was, was a man of his word. With the little strength he managed to muster up and his heart in his throat, the man ran the doorbell. His eyes widened at the sound. 'Calm yourself England', he repeated in his head. 'What is there to be afraid of?' England became alert as the door slowly began to creak open and he was met with those sinfully dazzling baby blue eyes. But that wasn't all…the stubborn man's eyes traveled lower and he noticed a chiseled toned chest, hard abs, biceps that could choke out an elephant maybe. All glistening in a sheen of sweat. 'Oh my…' he whispered, his tone so low it slipped past his host. England gulped nervously, his mouth became slightly ajar.

"Yo. Dude. Are you going to come inside or what?" America questioned in his usually cheeky tone of voice.

A light blush painted England's cheeks after he managed to snap out of his daze. The elder nation rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside. "Would it kill you to dress properly before answering the door? I feel as though, I've lost part of my eye sight."