Hetalia oneshots

*part 2*usuk

Sorry it took so long to update my wifi has been down so it wouldn't load sorry and hope you enjoy 🐣🐥🐤

Dear Hero Journal,

Hello!~~ It's me again, the one and only America! Something wicked awesome happened today. After England lost that game of Blackjack, he's now forced under contract to do whatever I say. Cool Right?! Ah~ I can imagine it now, I'll wake up in the morning and see his beautiful sleeping face. He'll then open those gorgeous green eyes and blush. He'll be all embarrassed and shy cause I was watching him. "Oh Alfie, don't watch me when I sleep, you hunk you." Then we'll totally make out and get freaky. Well that's how things are going to be eventually. Earlier today I sorta did something that was uncool of a hero like me. Iggy just looked so cute in his new collar and he had the most adorable look on his face. I was weak I couldn't help myself (TT~TT) So while he was caught off guard, I…sorta, kinda held him down on the bed and molested him. God for an amazing hero, I can be so stupid dude. I gotta find a way to make it up to him, but at the same time I can't show him how weak I am. Iggy obviously wants a strong, confident, mature and brave guy. I can totally be all those things! If he gave me the chance…but he always looks at me as though I'm a kid. He has to realize I'm not one of his colonies anymore. I'm my own country and I've been doing great on my own. I went through so much, so I can emerge out of his shadow and stand by his side as equals. I gotta do something. But what? This is so hard. And I don't think I can take another blow to the junk like that. I can still taste blood. Anyway. I'll think of something. A hero like me can't afford to give up, especially when it comes to love. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

Wish me luck ;9

America!

England gently stirred in his sleep as a stream of light managed to penetrate the dark, yet comfortable room in which he slept. The elder nation, snuggled tighter under the warm blankets, enjoying the way the fabric felt on his nude body. England usually didn't get into the habit of doing this, but since America so 'kindly' threw his clothes away. It was either sleep bare or wear the ridiculous nightwear provided to him. The answer was more than obvious. The man managed to keep his eyes open long enough to see the digital clock on the nightstand showing 8:08AM. Being the type to live day by day on a certain schedule, England groaned before throwing the blankets back with a yawn. He retired so early last night and yet he was still so exhausted. "I suppose I should bathe first, before getting started on breakfast." His eyes then wandered to the bedroom door and to his relief and disappointment it was still intact and locked just the way he left it last night. "Hmm, why did I expect something completely different? It isn't normal for the twit to give up that easily. Maybe I hit him harder than I intended. Ah well, can't take back what's already occurred." With a heavy sigh, England walked over to the vanity table and a look of disgust took over his face. There, mocking him in plain view was the sapphire blue French maid skirt and top set. "It is quite beautiful." He commented while running his slim fingers over the delicate silk. "What's the harm in entertaining the prat for a while?"

{Meanwhile in America's dreams, the only place where good things happen to him}

"According to recent Intel, the Axis are planning to rendezvous on a deserted island located off the coast of Northern Europe. We already seen a glimpse of what these jerk wads are capable of so it's in our best interest if we take these scum bags down while we still have the upper hand!" America stated in a clear and dominating tone of voice, catching his comrades full undivided attention. England who was positioned to the man's left and ironically wearing nothing but a fitting tank top that read "I 3 American Beef" and daisy dukes.

"W-What do you recommend we do?" England questioned in a soft and fearful voice. The man trembled slightly as tears pooled at the corners of his beautiful emerald orbs.