Hetalia Short Stories!

America's Fortnite Phase

It was a peaceful day at Mr. England's house. The clear skies with thin clouds that made it seem like an oil painting. The birds chirping happily with one another discussing whatever birds talk about.

England was elegantly sipping his Earl Gray tea whilst reading the newspaper. His brows furrowed at the problems being faced currently in the world. "What has humanity come too...giving me more bloody work..." he growled spitefully. As a nation of the world, he is prone to be exclusively angry at its inhabitants since they affect him after all. And being the personification of one of the more successful bunch, he has to work more and have to deal with the big boy papers. What a fun job to have am I right?

While carefully flipping through the pages, a soft ring breaks the silence of England's quiet office. He then begins to set the newspaper down, and he starts to reach over to grab his mobile device. As he begins to look upon the surface of the screen, he face contorts to an annoyed expression.

The phone continues to light up as the name "America😒" is being displayed on the screen. England continued to think of whether or not he should answer the phone. Most of the time, America would call him for stupid reasons, but it may be different this time.

"What do you want, America?" England replied stoically.

"Yo Britain!!!" The American screamed loudly through the phone. "You want to come to my place to play some epic video games with me!!!" England sighed.

"Why in bollocks would I hang out with you?"

"Why do you gots to be rude, my dude?" the American cried.

"Just get to the point, America. Why should I even consider hanging around you?" England sneered.

"So broski, I invited Japan and Canada too, so you don't have to be hanging only with me! And I promise you, dude, you'll have fun, okay?!" America shrieked excitedly.

Hmm, England thought. I guess I won't be the only one suffering in this situation.

"Fine."

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England hopped off his yellow taxi as he bid the driver a farewell. He is met with the sight of two familiar faces on the steps of his obnoxious brother's apartment. A short man with a black-bowl haircut and a tall man with almost shoulder-length hair and holding a polar bear. The two nations turned to see Britain curiously staring at them.

"Herro, Britain-san" Japan said as he bowed towards the Brit. Canada nodded in acknowledgment.

"Where is that idiot?" Britain said.

"I have no clue" Canada whispered quietly "I hope he's alright"

"We have been standing here for about ereven minutes, so we shourdn't  bother him." Japan proposed.

"Fine, if that wanker wastes any more of my time, I will leave," England said bitterly. The other nations nodded in agreement.

Another minute passes before loud footsteps were being heard behind the door. The door slams open to reveal...America? "America" had dark circles under his eyes which seemed to look like half-moons. He was wearing a gray hoodie with different colors stained onto them with black sweatpants that had the same stains too. He appeared to be wearing slippers as well. The stench coming from him was a mix between Axe deodorant and G Fuel Energy drinks. He looked like a hobo who robbed a GoodWill and rammed into a dumpster.

"Oh, dear..." Canada whispered in shock.

"Yo dudes, who's excited to play some Fortnite?" America exclaimed. "I gather the three of y'all here because I need more points to level up and there was a quest for teams. So, I said, why don't I invite people that don't really hate me but also live close to me? And it was you guys. So, I called all of you to play this super awesome new game that-"

"For Queen's sake, shut the bloody hell up!" England exploded. "You forced us to come here from hundreds of miles away just to achieve a stupid goal of yours! Did you expect us to cooperate with you!?"

"I mean, you are standing on my doorstep" America smirked smugly.

Silence.....

"Just hand the joystick..." Britain sighed dejectedly.

"Awesome sauce! Japan dude you can have the white one, Canadia dude has the red one, and Britain can have the camo one. Dudes I got y'all skins and skins to choose from and blah blah blah blah blah blah..." America ranted as he went back inside his pigsty of a home.

The nations looked at each other in sadness as they slowly follow the American.

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Author here! I do hope the story is to everyone's liking! I do apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. Rip to the Polite Squad who has to play Fortnite with America. This story is based on the game Fortnite becoming really popular during 2017 and 2018. If you can spot the references I  have placed on this story I might continue it. But in the meantime, I'll post a new story next week! Goodbye gamers and non-gamers!

~Mango