Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himayura and not me. Hetalia is an amazing anime and if I owned it, it would not be as awesome it is now. I also do not own Uta no Prince Sama, which was mentioned in this chapter.
(Hannah's P.O.V)
I let out a sigh as I stretched out my arms and legs. "That was an amazing day!" I mumbled to myself as I got out of bed. Spending time with the Canada and America... this must be a dream come true! I smiled as I looked out the window, seeing birds fly across the sky.
Doing one final stretch, I changed into a pair of denim shorts and a white shirt with sleeves that reaches to my elbows. The shirt exposed my stomach when I reached up, but I didn't mind that. I started making my way downstairs for breakfast and saw Canada making pancakes in the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?" I asked Canada. He looked up at me and smiled his usual gentle smile. So cute...
"Ah, no. It's ok, I can manage this by myself. Although..." Canada stared at his pancakes for a bit, then turned back to me. "Maybe you can set the table?"
Smiling, I nodded to him and walked over to the table to start setting the plates. As I set down the third plate, a large thump erupted from the floor above me and made me jump. "What was that?!?" I exclaimed, holding a hand over my chest.
"I slept in!!!" a voice from the hallway called, footsteps slowly getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a guy with wheat-coloured hair, ocean blue eyes and a cowlick burst through the door panting. I smiled and glomped him, receiving a rough pat on the head.
"Good morning America!" I looked up and giggled, seeing his bedhead.
"Good morning, cupcake!" America said, giving me a closed eye smile. He then turned to Canada and asked him "So, what are we having for breakfast Mattie?"
"The usual. Pancakes and maple syrup" he replied, not diverting his eyes from the pancakes, making sure they were cooked perfectly. America nodded with the usual hero smile on his face and he sat down at the table, ready to eat.
Smiling, I set down the final plate and sat down right next to America. The smell of the pancakes wafted towards my nose and my mouth started to water. I bet that Canada makes the best pancakes! After all, he is Canada.
A few moments later, a plate of freshly made pancakes were placed in front of me and America, complete with maple syrup and butter on the side. America had already grabbed half of the pancakes, slathering butter on them and soaking them with maple syrup. I mentally rolled my eyes at him, I swear, he's such a kid. And yet, he's my big brother.
I grabbed my own serving of pancakes, leaving the rest for Canada. Pouring a decent amount of maple syrup onto them and put a small chunk of butter at the top, I started to chow down on my delicious breakfast.
"Wow Canada, this is really good!" I exclaimed, eyes wide as I consumed my first bit of pancake.
Canada flashed me a small smile, explaining that the pancakes were made just like any other pancake except with more care. "By the way, you can call me Matthew. Matthew Williams. We are technically sibling now, after all," he told me, giving me a closed-eye smile.
Before I could respond, America told me to call him by his human name too. "Hey cupcake, you call me Alfred too! Alfred F. Jones is my name!"
Turning to the both of them, I said "Sure Ame- Alfred, Matthew." I flashed them a closed-eye smile and continued to eat my pancakes.
===10 MINUTES LATER===
"Ah, that was delicious!"
"Yeah, you said it cupcake!"
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FanfictionA Hetalia Fanfiction! What would you do if one day, you were sucked into your favourite fandom? Well, that's exactly what happened to best friends Maria and Hannah! Join them as they adapt to the new world that they were absorbed into, a world where...
