Hetalia drabbles

SPAMANO

“Lovino!” Antonio called out as he walked into the Italian’s house hold with a basket of tomatoes and a container of fresh churros. As always, Antonio had a smile on his face and a pep in his step. Meanwhile, he had woken the normally grumpy Italian up from his siesta. Said man was now coming down stairs with a scowl.
“What do you-a want, tomato bastard?” he asked, running a hand through his bed head as Antonio grinned wider.
“I brought you some tomatoes and churros, mi tomate.” He said as he walked into the large kitchen with Lovino following. He had caught his attention at Tomatoes and lost him there.
“Stupid bastard” he mumbled but he honestly didn’t mean it as he picked up a nice, red tomato and bit into it.
“No, no. Not yet, mi tomate!” Antonio said but Lovino kept the tomato close to him. “I want a kiss for the tomatoes” he said, taking Francis’ advice on getting a kiss from the Italian. Lovino glared before throwing a tomato at him with a bright red face.
“Stupid tomato bastard! I’m not-a going to kiss-a you! Get-a out of my house!” he yelled as Antonio ran off laughing, leaving a blushing Lovino behind.






ENGNOR
The two countries sat in a comfortable silence as they sipped their respective drinks. One had a cup of Earl grey tea and the other had a coffee. They had met up to catch up and talk over their problems.

"After all of the annoyances in your life. How have you been?" Arthur asked as he leaned back and sipped his tea. Lukas sighed.

"I've been well. How have you been?"

"Better than I have been." He told him honestly and they shared a small knowing smile. Lukas hummed as he shipped his coffee and Arthur smirked slightly.

"I'll be even better if you join me in bed tonight" he said, not even blushing. Lukas almost spit his coffee out at that and he barely blushed.

"If that's the case, I wouldn't mind" he hummed with a smirk. One could have only guessed what went down that night.

SUFIN

Tino was at the shooting range. He was stressed and angry and only the Nordics knew of his habit of going to the gun range. It made him feel better. The small Finnish man sighed as he put up his gun and took off his ear plugs. He felt... Somewhat better.  He sighed again as he walked out and headed down the sidewalk. His husband would be waiting for him. He shoved his hands into his pockets because the once joy filled man was no more as he stopped in front of Berwald's grave.

"I miss you" he said softly as the wind blew.

"Rakastan sinua" he mumbled before wiping the stray tear away. "näkemiin, Ruotsi" he said after a while and walked away. No, the Finnish man would never be as happy as he was before.

NEDDEN/BROS

"Abel! What are ya doin tonight?"  A loud Danish accent yelled into the phone and the Dutchman sighed.

"I was going to spend the night with Francine but she got sick. Why? What do je want?" He asked, looking over at the sleeping Frenchwoman. He already knew what the Dane was asking. If he wanted to go drinking.

"Do ya wanna go out tonight?" He asked and Abel sighed.

"Mathias...."

"C'mon, man."

And Abel gave in.

"Fine. Je're paying though" he said as he got up and kissed Francine's forehead. She wouldn't mind if he went out for just a little while.

"Sure! Just bring the pot and we'll have a party" the Dane yelled before hanging up and the Dutchman sighed. He would never understand his best friend and that was probably a good thing.

DENSU

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and of course, Hailey was bored. She had read through every magazine she had, built a few things out of Legos and of course drunk beer. But she hadn't bothered her boyfriend. The Dane grinned as she headed downstairs to his work shop and stood at the door with a smirk on her face.

"Hej, Ber" she said, causing the swede to look up and causing his arm muscles to flex.

"Hm?" He grunted as his eyes met those of his girlfriend's.

"You know your face would look much better between my legs" she said as the blood rushed to the Swede's face and he sighed.

"Maybe later" he said as he went back to work and Hailey grinned, walking over and standing behind me.

"How about now?" She whispered, groping his ass and kissing his neck. The man tensed up before turning around.

"Damn Dane" he mumbled as he pinned her to the table and kissed her.

"You love it" she smirked as he shut her up again with his lips. He wouldn't admit it. But he did love it.

HONGICE

Emil Stellison wasn’t happy. He was sad in fact and torn between his family and love. Yes, Emil had been dating Li, a boy from Hong Kong, for over a year and in secret but yesterday his brothers found out. And they weren’t happy. As much as Emil wanted to tell his family off, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He loved them. No, the Nordic men weren’t homophobic, far from it actually but they didn’t accept the relationship and Lukas wasn’t a fan of Li in the first place. The Icelandic male sighed as his heart broke as his mind replayed the conversation between Lukas and himself. Lukas had said that he “wouldn’t be his brother anymore” if he had continued to date Li. That his whole family would disown him. He ran a hand through his hair as Li walked up with a grin.
“Hey, Emil!” he yelled but Emil just held his face stoic, much like his brother. The Asian’s brows furrowed when he got no greeting in return. “Emil?” he asked.
“It’s over. I’m sorry” the blonde said quickly as he got up.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m breaking up with you. I’m sorry” he said as he looked at him one last time then leaving. The Asian man stood there in shock as his heart broke. Maybe some love wasn’t mean to last.



JOAN OF ARC AND FRANCE

 “ ‘ow are you today, Joan?” Francis asked as he walked in the field. He nodded, humming softly as if responding to an answer. “That is good. I ‘ave been well myself. Francine is doing well. She is in Brazil right now, cheering on the Netherlands” he said as the wind blew his golden hair. He sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets, unware of the ghostly figure of the woman walking beside him.
“It’s been awhile since I ‘ave visited, non?” he frowned after a few minutes of silence. The woman nodded, walking beside her ex-lover. Francis stopped in front of a lone tree and in the middle of a field of flowers. “I miss you, mon amour and no, I ‘aven’t forgiven Angleterre for what ‘e did.” He clenched his fists. “Oui, oui. I know you would want me to. But I can’t, mon amour. ‘e took you from me. ‘ow can I forgive ‘im for taking mon amour from me?” he asked and the ghost frowned, wanting to hold him but she knew she couldn’t. He wouldn’t believe it was her. A shiver went down his spine as he looked in her direction. He swore he saw her. “Je t’aime, Joan. I will always love you” he said before walking away as a lone tear slipped down his cheek. He would never get over her.

NEDFRA

It was just a normal day for the couple as they walked down the street. Abel had his arm around the french woman's waist and pulled her close to him as she giggled. He let himself smile a bit but not full on. She was too adorable for her own good and sexy. He had glared at everyone man and woman who had checked his girlfriend out. Of course she just had to wear a short skirt with his team's soccer jersey that had his last name on it for your information.

"What do you think?" She asked as they walked the streets of Brazil. He raised a brow at her.

"About my chances of winning?" He asked and she nodded but before he could answer his eyes narrowed at the man that had just grabbed her ass. His fist clenched as he let go of Francine's waist. But before he could do something, Francine had already spun around and decked the guy with her fist. He blinked at his girlfriend but smirked.

"The only one allowed to touch me is 'im" she said, pointing to Abel. She huffed and began to walk away and Abel caught up with her, hooking his arm around her waist and smirking proudly.

"I never knew je could punch like that" he said and she smirked.

    "There is a lot of things you don't know, mon amour~" she winked as he laughed. Yes, he had himself one hell of a French woman.



NICHU

Yao smiled at Kiku. He was drawing something and Yao found his face cute when he was concentrating. The Chinese man walked over and looked over the Japanese man’s shoulder.
“What are you drawing, aru?” he asked, causing the quiet man to jump and almost ruin the line but he didn’t.
“Ah, Yao-san (is that right? I have no clue I’m sorry). I was just drawing a field” he said as Yao hummed in approval.
“It’s cute, aru. Just like you” he grinned as the Japanese man blushed.
“Oh, ah… thank you, Yao” he said as the man kissed him.
“Blushing is adorable. Do it more often, aru”






FRUK

When they fought, things were thrown, things were said that shouldn’t have been said, and tempers were lost. Normally, they always made up the day after but not this time. This time they both had gone too far. He had called her a whore that only slept with the other countries to get them to help her country and she had called him a waste of space. This time they finally realized that they didn’t love each other anymore. They were at each other’s throats, screaming until their voices were hoarse and then they quieted as they stared at each other. Violet eyes stared at green eyes and vice versa. This was the end of the line for their relationship and they knew it.
“Get out of my ‘ouse, Arthur” she spat, fury clear in her eyes. She wasn’t going to cry over the pompous ass Brit this time. He clenched his fists.
“Let’s talk about-“
“Get out of my ‘ouse! You are not welcomed ‘ere anymore? Why would I want to talk to you after all you ‘ave said and done to me! Get out of my ‘ome, Angleterre! Now.” She all but growled and the Brit opened his mouth to say something but closed it and back up a little.
“I’m sorry” he said and she shook her head. “But, dear. I haven’t a clue as to why I loved a bitch like you” he hissed and she lost it.
“I ‘ave no clue either. Now get out of my ‘ome.” She clenched her fists and he narrowed his eyes.
“Fran-“ he was cut off by his head snapping to the side and a loud snap was heard.
“Get out of my ‘ome or I will do worse than break your nose, Angleterre” she hissed as he walked out, holding his nose.
“You’ll pay for that!” he yelled and she laughed.
“Oui, and you will pay for all of the years of ‘urt you caused me” she called back, slamming the door as Francis came down with fury and worry in his eyes. “I will kill ‘im, Francine. ‘e ‘as gone too far” he said as he hugged his sister. She sighed.
“Non, ‘e will get what is coming to ‘im.” She said, hugging him back. England would pay.