Hetalia oneshots

*Usuk* chapter 3

From the very second Arthur Kirkland emerged into this vast and mysterious world naked, cold, alone, and frightened, he quickly learned what it meant and what it took to be a survivalist. Odds were against him; always seemed to be. He was small, weak and vulnerable compared to his neighboring nations. People hunted him like an animal. They fought over him, treated him as though he were a trophy meant to be won. He was used not only by outsiders, but his 'loyal subjects'. Pain and fear were a part of his everyday life. 'Run. Fight. Run. Overcome. Run. Survive. ' No matter how much agony you must withstand, the obstacles in your path, you must live. These words circled within his mind like a never ending carousel. They haunted Arthur as he slept, as he ate, until one day while sitting on the moist grass of his rainy island home...he snapped. Power equals respect. Power equals safety. Power is freedom. As the centuries rolled by Arthur grew stronger and stronger. Soon, nations crumbled at his feet. Fear struck the hearts of those who gazed upon his flag. It was all under his control; the sea, trade, the world was his playground. No one could touch him and those who dared were exterminated. Arthur himself found it quite humorous, an island nation such as himself being feared. But what he failed to realize was how the life he worked so hard to build, his reputation, his Empire would come crashing down in a mere instant all because of a pair of blue eyes. No these weren't just any pair of blue eyes. They were the most captivating color Arthur had ever seen. If he could describe them, they would be the sky on a sunny day. No clouds would be present like at his island home. Nothing but pure blue. Untainted and beautiful. When those eyes looked his way, he was lost. What was this emotion called? Fascination? Love? Obsession? 'Whatever it is…may it stay with me forever'.

"…tain…Bri…heyyy…"

England snapped back to reality just in time to see a pair of wire framed spectacles and awkwardly puckered lips mere inches from his face. Face hot with embarrassment beyond control, the elder nation did what came natural and socked the threat right in the eye with a surprising yelp. "WHAT THE BLOODY—W-WERE YOU TRYING TO AND IN THE-FILTHY BRAT!" England screeched in a flustered manner as he cornered himself against the passenger door of America's 2012 Ford F-150.

America held his eye as his hissed through his teeth in pain. "Ah. What the fuck's your problem bro?! You almost broke Texas." With his currently one good eye, America surveyed the damage to his glasses and to his relief they were unscathed. Ha. As expected, Texas Tough!

England rolled his eyes, the blush on his face refusing to subside. "Oh, we wouldn't want that now would we? If the great United States were to lose Texas, it would surely suffer a heavy loss." The man feigned dramatically. "Half of your nations' brilliant scholars, philanthropists, all wiped out in a matter of seconds. What would you do?"

America frowned at England's brutal sarcasm and tried to ignore it and focus on the road. "ALRIGHT I GET THA POINT!" The elder man merely snickered as America grumbled to himself. "Ya know, you can be a real asshole sometimes. You should be honored that a hero like me wants to grace you with a lil' tongue action."

"I think I just vomited in my mouth a bit."

"Yea. Yea." America grinned mischievously. "So, do you normally shriek like a Catholic schoolgirl when someone's trying to kiss you or~~~"

"OH SOD OFF!" England screamed in embarrassment. "Who wouldn't scream in that situation? I was seconds from being molested and possibly contracting herpes."

"WHAT?! I AM CLEAN AS A WHISTLE! BESIDES WHO ARE YOU TO TALK? FRANCE TOLD ME ALL ABOUT YOUR 'GOLDEN YEARS'. WHEN YOU USED TO SHAKE YOUR ASS DRUNK AS HELL ON STAGE AT THE ROLLING STONE'S CONCERTS!"

England's eyes widened in shock, face beet red. "W-Well. BELT UP! IT WAS THE 60'S! EVERYONE WAS DOING IT! YOU CAN'T SINGLE ME OUT!"

America let a mocking chuckle slip from his lips before stopping at a red light. "Pfft. More like everyone was doing you." He mumbled, but the comment didn't slip past the elder nation beside him. Without warning, England lunged at America in blind fury, wrapping his slim delicate fingers tightly around the male's neck. America struggled for air as his former mentor shouted vulgarities at him. The truck shook violently and the horn blared loudly, attracting cars and pedestrians nearby. A couple bruises and mishaps later, the two finally managed to pull into the parking lot of WAL*MART. Once America turned off the engine, England immediately hopped from the vehicle. "YO! Stay together." The younger shouted, ignoring the scratchiness in his now sore throat.