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hetalia2009-08-07 07:22 pm
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Entry tags:
- ch group: all nations,
- ch: america,
- ch: austria,
- ch: china,
- ch: egypt,
- ch: england,
- ch: estonia,
- ch: finland,
- ch: france,
- ch: germany,
- ch: greece,
- ch: hungary,
- ch: italy north (veneziano),
- ch: italy south (romano),
- ch: japan,
- ch: korea south,
- ch: latvia,
- ch: lithuania,
- ch: prussia,
- ch: russia,
- ch: spain,
- ch: sweden,
- ch: switzerland,
- fan: fic
[fanfic] What Title? 4
Am still not dead! Aha aha!
Title: What Title? 4
Author/Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hime1999
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Mainly Finland. Also mentioning Sweden, N.Italy, Germany, Russia, Lithuania, France, US, UK, Japan, Austria, S.Italy, China, Latvia, Estonia, Greece, Egypt, Spain, Hungary, Korea, Switzerland, Prussia... can't remember who else. Augh.
Rating: G.
Warnings: It's AU, no connection with world history. ....What? Also, attempts on trying to infuse several languages into the events. Grammatical errors. Advise would be very much welcomed.
Summary: Teenagers from all over the world dragged into an international university in a small city in Japan. (If you think the premise is implausible, try Googling "an international university in a small city in Japan". Srsly.)
Previous parts can be found HERE
* * *
As many of the students of the university would find out later, managing to anger one Arthur Kirkland was easy, but never a good idea. Managing to anger one Alfred F. Jones could pretty much instantly award them the Internet.
But managing to anger both of them at the same time?
Better write your will right now.
* * *
"France-niichan! What happened to your hair?"
Tino looked up from his porrige and was immediately treated to the sight of a half naked Francis with only a towel covering his lower parts and with a completely new hair color instead of his usual blond.
Pink color, to be precise.
Francis didn't look as amused as he was, unfortunately. He was holding a bottle of shampoo, and asked Feliciano slowly. "Where's US and UK?"
"Vee, they already left for the first period," the Italian said. "What's wrong?"
Tino was really tempted to laugh there and then, but two things stopped him. One, it would be heartless to laugh at Francis plight, since the man obviously priced his bodily assets. Two, Francis was currently giving him murderous looks, as if daring him to comment. So Tino just pretended to be busy with his breakfast instead.
* * *
After the incident with the pink dye that morning, Francis still turned up for their Japanese class in his usual blond hair, surprisingly, making Tino wonder if Francis really was a real blonde. Considering that the dorm was at least half an hour away from the city, the only plausible explanation for that miracle was that either somebody was kindly enough to lend France a blonde dye that happened to look exactly like his usual hair color (Vash? Feliks?), or Francis actually had supplies of them in his room.
...Nothing to do with Tino, though. He should be concentrating on the class instead. But after years of trying to master Swedish and English at the same time, Tino wondered if his brain would have enough space for another language.
"Hey, Tino!"
Tino glanced back toward Francis, who seemed to be somehow... nervous? "Moi?"
"You see that girl?"
"Natalya?"
"Non, non. The girl with the long hair."
But Natalia had long hair.... "Elizabeta?"
"Non. The one peeking at us from the window!"
Tino blinked. Then turned toward the window. And blinked again. "What girl?"
Francis looked even more nervous. "That girl!"
"I don't see any girl."
"...Oh."
Tino could only blink as Francis slowly turned downright pale.
* * *
After a while, it became a routine for the residents of floor L3 to see Francis stomping angrily to their floor every day.
After the pink dye in the shampoo bottle, the next appearance came from the famed Worcestershire sauce in Francis' vinegar bottle, resulting in the French screaming high hell about UK, the devil, and ruining one's cooking.
The next day, Francis showed up with red eyes, because apparently somebody laced his soft lense cleaner ever so slightly with tabasco.
The next day, he got pizza delivery enough to feed the whole dorm but himself, because he happened to hate wasabi (on how the Japanese managed to use wasabi as a topping in pizza, Tino would never understand, but ah well).
The next day, it was sushi.
And so on, and so on.
And everyday, Francis looked more and more paranoid, mumbling to himself about a girl who kept following him around.
* * *
HETALIA!
* * *
Tino had finally finished Carriedo-sensei's paper when Francis' scream could be heard around the dorm. By the time he and Berwald arrived at floor L1, the dorm's security guard was was already pounding at the French's door. It didn't take long for Francis to storm out of his room, screaming and babbling in French. Of course, this only served to confuse everyone present.
Fortunately, Vash Zwingly happened to be in the lobby during the commotion, and was curious enough to come to L1 to see what was going one. He listened to Francis trying to explain his situation, and with more exlanations, the Swiss grew more and more irritated. And the end, he turned to security and said in perfect Japanese, "O-bake wo mita sou de aru."
Tino processed the words in his brain and came up with the translation: Francis had seen a ghost.
Tino glanced at Berwald, who was looking at the scene with his usual expression, which was near to none. Then sighed. "Shall we go back?" he asked.
Berwald glanced back at Tino and nodded.
They took the stairs to go back to the third floor, and just so happened to be walking behind Arthur and Alfred, who interestingly seemed to be in a good mood (as a testament to that, for once, they actually didn't try to rip each other's throat).
"I conceed," Tino heard the American said to his English friend. "She must be very good at scaring the bejeezus out of people, to reduce France into that. What was her name again?"
Arthur just smirked at Alfred. "Okiku, but she goes by Sadako, too. Count yourself lucky I never sic her at you."
Laughing nervously, Alfred held his hands up in surrender. "Alright. But how did you meet her again?"
Arthur just smirked.
Tino blinked. Then glanced at Berwald, who glanced back at him.
And Berwald actually snorted.
* * *
It was the day after the midnight incident, in front of the whole uni, right in the middle of the cafeteria.
"I'm sorry!"
Arthur leaned forward. "Pardon? I don't think I heard you quite right."
"I'm sorry! Désolé! Je suis désolé! Je vous demande pardon!"
Alfred gave out a dramatic sigh. "Aww, man. Give him a break. After all, he just made us look like gays." For once, sarcasm was practically dripping from the American's words. "He won't do that again, won't he?"
Francis shook his head eagerly.
"After all, heroes are forgiving! As long as the culprits won't try anything funny in the near future, right?"
Francis nodded his head eagerly.
"Better make it forever," Arthur deadpanned.
Francis nodded his head even more eagerly. But Tino could swear that he saw the French crossing his fingers behind his back.
* * *
"Just wondering, if you don't mind." Tino asked out of curiosity. "What did happen then?"
Alfred shrugged offhandedly. "UK puked on his shirt. I didn't want my room to smell like the sewage, so I thought I could get rid of the shirt and let him be naked. His own fucking fault to get drunk at the first place."
"I see."
Tino didn't think he should ask why Alfred's shirt had been open as well then. Some things were better left unsaid.
* * *
Title: What Title? 4
Author/Artist:
hime1999Character(s) or Pairing(s): Mainly Finland. Also mentioning Sweden, N.Italy, Germany, Russia, Lithuania, France, US, UK, Japan, Austria, S.Italy, China, Latvia, Estonia, Greece, Egypt, Spain, Hungary, Korea, Switzerland, Prussia... can't remember who else. Augh.
Rating: G.
Warnings: It's AU, no connection with world history. ....What? Also, attempts on trying to infuse several languages into the events. Grammatical errors. Advise would be very much welcomed.
Summary: Teenagers from all over the world dragged into an international university in a small city in Japan. (If you think the premise is implausible, try Googling "an international university in a small city in Japan". Srsly.)
Previous parts can be found HERE
* * *
As many of the students of the university would find out later, managing to anger one Arthur Kirkland was easy, but never a good idea. Managing to anger one Alfred F. Jones could pretty much instantly award them the Internet.
But managing to anger both of them at the same time?
Better write your will right now.
* * *
"France-niichan! What happened to your hair?"
Tino looked up from his porrige and was immediately treated to the sight of a half naked Francis with only a towel covering his lower parts and with a completely new hair color instead of his usual blond.
Pink color, to be precise.
Francis didn't look as amused as he was, unfortunately. He was holding a bottle of shampoo, and asked Feliciano slowly. "Where's US and UK?"
"Vee, they already left for the first period," the Italian said. "What's wrong?"
Tino was really tempted to laugh there and then, but two things stopped him. One, it would be heartless to laugh at Francis plight, since the man obviously priced his bodily assets. Two, Francis was currently giving him murderous looks, as if daring him to comment. So Tino just pretended to be busy with his breakfast instead.
* * *
After the incident with the pink dye that morning, Francis still turned up for their Japanese class in his usual blond hair, surprisingly, making Tino wonder if Francis really was a real blonde. Considering that the dorm was at least half an hour away from the city, the only plausible explanation for that miracle was that either somebody was kindly enough to lend France a blonde dye that happened to look exactly like his usual hair color (Vash? Feliks?), or Francis actually had supplies of them in his room.
...Nothing to do with Tino, though. He should be concentrating on the class instead. But after years of trying to master Swedish and English at the same time, Tino wondered if his brain would have enough space for another language.
"Hey, Tino!"
Tino glanced back toward Francis, who seemed to be somehow... nervous? "Moi?"
"You see that girl?"
"Natalya?"
"Non, non. The girl with the long hair."
But Natalia had long hair.... "Elizabeta?"
"Non. The one peeking at us from the window!"
Tino blinked. Then turned toward the window. And blinked again. "What girl?"
Francis looked even more nervous. "That girl!"
"I don't see any girl."
"...Oh."
Tino could only blink as Francis slowly turned downright pale.
* * *
After a while, it became a routine for the residents of floor L3 to see Francis stomping angrily to their floor every day.
After the pink dye in the shampoo bottle, the next appearance came from the famed Worcestershire sauce in Francis' vinegar bottle, resulting in the French screaming high hell about UK, the devil, and ruining one's cooking.
The next day, Francis showed up with red eyes, because apparently somebody laced his soft lense cleaner ever so slightly with tabasco.
The next day, he got pizza delivery enough to feed the whole dorm but himself, because he happened to hate wasabi (on how the Japanese managed to use wasabi as a topping in pizza, Tino would never understand, but ah well).
The next day, it was sushi.
And so on, and so on.
And everyday, Francis looked more and more paranoid, mumbling to himself about a girl who kept following him around.
* * *
HETALIA!
* * *
Tino had finally finished Carriedo-sensei's paper when Francis' scream could be heard around the dorm. By the time he and Berwald arrived at floor L1, the dorm's security guard was was already pounding at the French's door. It didn't take long for Francis to storm out of his room, screaming and babbling in French. Of course, this only served to confuse everyone present.
Fortunately, Vash Zwingly happened to be in the lobby during the commotion, and was curious enough to come to L1 to see what was going one. He listened to Francis trying to explain his situation, and with more exlanations, the Swiss grew more and more irritated. And the end, he turned to security and said in perfect Japanese, "O-bake wo mita sou de aru."
Tino processed the words in his brain and came up with the translation: Francis had seen a ghost.
Tino glanced at Berwald, who was looking at the scene with his usual expression, which was near to none. Then sighed. "Shall we go back?" he asked.
Berwald glanced back at Tino and nodded.
They took the stairs to go back to the third floor, and just so happened to be walking behind Arthur and Alfred, who interestingly seemed to be in a good mood (as a testament to that, for once, they actually didn't try to rip each other's throat).
"I conceed," Tino heard the American said to his English friend. "She must be very good at scaring the bejeezus out of people, to reduce France into that. What was her name again?"
Arthur just smirked at Alfred. "Okiku, but she goes by Sadako, too. Count yourself lucky I never sic her at you."
Laughing nervously, Alfred held his hands up in surrender. "Alright. But how did you meet her again?"
Arthur just smirked.
Tino blinked. Then glanced at Berwald, who glanced back at him.
And Berwald actually snorted.
* * *
It was the day after the midnight incident, in front of the whole uni, right in the middle of the cafeteria.
"I'm sorry!"
Arthur leaned forward. "Pardon? I don't think I heard you quite right."
"I'm sorry! Désolé! Je suis désolé! Je vous demande pardon!"
Alfred gave out a dramatic sigh. "Aww, man. Give him a break. After all, he just made us look like gays." For once, sarcasm was practically dripping from the American's words. "He won't do that again, won't he?"
Francis shook his head eagerly.
"After all, heroes are forgiving! As long as the culprits won't try anything funny in the near future, right?"
Francis nodded his head eagerly.
"Better make it forever," Arthur deadpanned.
Francis nodded his head even more eagerly. But Tino could swear that he saw the French crossing his fingers behind his back.
* * *
"Just wondering, if you don't mind." Tino asked out of curiosity. "What did happen then?"
Alfred shrugged offhandedly. "UK puked on his shirt. I didn't want my room to smell like the sewage, so I thought I could get rid of the shirt and let him be naked. His own fucking fault to get drunk at the first place."
"I see."
Tino didn't think he should ask why Alfred's shirt had been open as well then. Some things were better left unsaid.
* * *
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(Yay~ Glad to see that someone agrees on the awesomeness of this <3)
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Oh Alfred, I see what you did thar.
And Iggy siccing the ghost at France was just priceless.
♥
(I'm so so glad you updated)
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xDD Why was Alfred's shirt open, hmm?
This is enjoyable so far! I love the pictures~
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Anyways, this was super cute~! I hope you write more!
Also, I loved the effects you added to picture Francis sent everyone. I laughed so hard! XD
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Francis is very sneaky and it is better if Tino didn't ask about Alfred's shirt being open.
I love Alfred and Arthur teaming up.