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hetalia2009-08-06 01:31 pm
[Fanfic] Drabbles
These ideas have been sloshing around in my head for awhile now. Today, I share them with you.
Title: It's a...!
Authoress: Miss_Chella
Characters/Pairings: America, Austria
Rating: G
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: America shows something to Austria, thinking that he would appreciate it. Austria does not.
“Austria!! YO, AUSTRIA!!!!” Austria sighed and lowered his teacup. He had a feeling that whatever America wanted, it would be stupid and pointless. And as America finished his sprint to where Austria was sitting, that feeling intensified. Alfred had something concealed behind his back, and was smiling so wide that it must’ve hurt his face. “Yes?” Austria kept his face at the Appropriate level of disdain since America hadn’t done anything to offend him. Yet. “I’ve got something great to show you! I know you’ll love it!” America had spoken quick and rushed, like always. Almost to defy the nation’s way of speaking and acting, Austria drew out his answering “Really?” a little bit too long. America seemed to have not noticed, and pulled what he was hiding out with a flourish. It was a keyboard with a strap. It looked similar to those ghastly guitars that the rest of the world seemed determined to ruin Music with, Austria thought. He gazed at America over his glasses with a look that said “Are you serious?” Once again, America seemed to not notice, and cheerfully explained that the monstrosity in front of him was called a Keytar, and it was “Just like playing the piano, only Awesome!” Austria died a little inside.
Title:Acentos(accents)
Authoress: Miss_Chella
Characters/Pairings: Cuba, America, Spain
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Cuba and America rag on Spain's accent.
Note: I hope I did this right. I've wanted to do something with Spain's accent for the longest time. Unfortunately, I'm not from Spain, and I only have a limited grasp of the Spanish language. Please correct me if I did something wrong!
Cuba dug his spoon into the vat of ice cream that was sitting on America’s coffee table. Normally, the two were at each other’s throats, but Spain had convinced them to settle down and hang with him. Spain didn’t have many friends who spoke Spanish, seeing how most of the Nations he conquered way back then hadn’t completely gotten over it. Cuba had, however, and America had picked up the language from all of the immigrants over the years. So, every once in a while the three got together and did whatever (More often than not, Novellas were involved) But, lately, Cuba and America had started noticing something about Spain. And when I say “noticing”, I mean “Making fun of him because of it”
“Pues, amigos, ya me voy.” Spain stood up and dusted off his pants. He reached down to put on his shoes (Spain had a habit of taking off his shoes whenever he entered someone’s home) but they were not there. This was odd, since Spain distinctly remembered taking them off here. He crouched slightly, and scanned America’s floor. Finding nothing, he turned to his two friends. America’s face was tinted pink, but other than that, he looked normal. Cuba also looked normal. But since they were currently just staring at him instead of actually helping, Spain was suspicious. “Alright, what’d you guys do?” Spain straightened and crossed his arms, regarding his friends with narrowed green eyes. Cuba replied with an innocent “¿De qué hablas?” Spain pinched the bridge of his nose and asked “ ¿Dónde están mis zapatos?” But, being Spain, all of his Z’s were said as Th’s. So, it sounded like he was looking for his Thapatos. Cuba managed to bite his finger and snicker silently, but America giggled like a schoolgirl. “¿Tus….tus qué?” America managed to ask. Spain rolled his eyes, and he knew that he wasn’t going to leave until these two idiots got it out of their systems. He heaved a sigh, and answered “Mis thapatos, por favor.” America snorted in mirth, and laughed his full laugh, and that in turn set Cuba guffawing. Spain had to wait, tapping his bare foot against the carpet. Once they had settled down a bit, Spain snapped “Terminado?”, and Cuba, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded and withdrew Spain’s shoes from behind a couch cushion. Spain snatched them from his hands, bent down and laced them as angrily as he could, and he walked away in a huff. He had the worst friends ever.
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Translations!
“Pues, amigos, ya me voy”--Well, guys, I’m gonna go.
“De que hablas?”--What are you talking about?
“Donde estan mis zapatos?”--where are my shoes?
“”Tus…tus que?”--Your…your what?”
“Mis thapatos, por favor”--My shoes, please
“Terminado?”--Finished?.
Title:There It's not!
Authoress: Miss_Chella
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Italy
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Germany is looking for something, and Italy is not helping
Germany woke up to an empty bed. While he had wished for this for quite some time, now that he actually had it, he sort of, kind of, maybe, perhaps…..missed the Italian sleeping next to him. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. Especially said Italian. A spark of worry made it’s way into Germany’s head, and he wondered where Italy was, if he wasn’t in bed with him. However, a crash from the other side of the room chased all thought from Germany’s head as he bolted out of bed. But it was all for naught, since it was just Italy. Why is it that all of my problems seem to be “just Italy”..? Germany thought drearily as the adrenaline rush wore off. “Italy! What are you doing?” Italy, who had knocked over a small cabinet and didn’t seem all that concerned about it, just now noticed that Germany was up and about. “Germany! Oh, Germany, It’s terrible! Just terrible! What am I going to do, Germany??” Italy had started crying. Germany sighed. This was going to be a long day. “What happened?” Germany was only 18% worried, since it was Italy, and his breakdowns are happen fairly often. “I lost it!!” Italy pressed himself into Germany’s bare chest and sobbed some more, while Germany tried his hardest to be helpful and ask what is it that Italy had lost. But he didn’t need to, as Italy continued his tale of woe, albeit a bit garbled. “I was walking yesterday, and I found this really, really pretty garden and I thought ‘hey, this garden is really pretty!’ So I went in, and I found a bunny friend! And then I took a nap. When I woke up, I saw that there was this really, really nice tomato plant And I picked one so I could give it to Big Brother Romano but it’s NOT HERE and I looked EVERYWHERE and It’s terrible and I can’t believe I lost it!!” Germany petted Italy’s head awkwardly, rolling his eyes. What wasn’t a catastrophe to the Italian man? Suddenly, Italy pulled away, apparently done with his sobbing, and asked with wide eyes, “Will you help me look Germany, please, please please??” Not really having a choice, Germany nodded. Italy let out a cheer, and promptly sat on the bed. Germany stared at him, waiting for him to resume looking again, and Italy stared back. “Aren’t you going to look Germany?” He should have known. Germany was going to search his room, for Italy’s missing tomato, while Italy sat and watched. That is, until he decided to “help”
“Hey, listen! Hey, Germany, Listen!! Hey, Listen, Germany, Germany, look, look over there! See, you haven’t looked in that spot yet! Oh, look, Germany, That corner looks suspicious!!” Germany’s blood pressure was steadily rising with each passing unhelpful comment. “Oooh, Look, there it’s not!” Germany, not quite catching that, swiveled his head. Italy laughed and said “Ha ha, Germany, got you~!” Italy never did find his tomato.
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Note: I actually say “There it’s not!” all the time. Try it next time someone is looking for something. It will piss them off in a hot second.
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Novellas XDDD
I can SO Imagine them watching those XD
And BTW, "Finished?" and "Terminado?" it's technichally correct, but it's better if you write is as "Ya terminaron?" Since it would make more sence.I speak Mexican spanish, and Spain spanish (castellano) is kinda different, but I'm sure I'm correct.
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I could help you anytime you need help with Spanish, BTW.Just send me a message.
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