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"My Idiotic Confession for You"
This is safe to say my first (and I believe pretty good) attempt at writing a Hetalia fan fiction =)
Title: "My Idiotic Confession for You"
Author: Me =)
Character(s) or Pairing (s): America and England
Rating: T because of some cursing and stuff
Warnings: Um, just some random mature elements that you may see happen
Summary: Having these feelings bottled up for so long, being unable to take it any longer, America lets them burst in a series of crazy yet touching events as a means to tell England.
"Remember how we always fight, yell, and just duke it out with each other? With or without words? The thing is, when I look back at the times where we promised that no matter what we'd be with each other, wanna know what else came to mind every time I did think about it? I love you, just like before, always."
As soon as he woke up, America immediately ran straight to the bathroom, cleaning up his bed-ridden self. "This is it!" he said to him self with a mouth full of paste," The day I tell him how I've been feeling for so long!!" He ran around the room, bursting with energy, changing his clothes, grabbing everything he needed in a rush. He ran straight for the door and placed his hand right on the door knob, ready to turn it and thrust it open. However, something over came him as he left his hand still. He whispered to himself, so quiet that no person could possibly be able to hear. "I'm telling the most cynical person I know, no, the most cynical person IN THE WORLD, that I love him." America kept whispering it over and over again until it became firmly rooted into his mind. "Wow..... I'm being a complete idiot right now." Surprisingly he finally realized after his various episodes of "I'm a hero!!" outbursts and near death experiences due to his efforts of messing with England. His eyes fell to the floor as his hand drifted from the knob. This time he spoke out loud. "But that's not really the issue... I've known him for so long, so long that he's been like a blood brother to me..." "As if his cynic self isn't enough to deal with already." America planted himself on is sofa, looking up into the ceiling as if searching for an answer to his ordeal. He smoothed out his blond hair and closed his eyes. He started thinking to himself , "God, this time isn't like the others now is it? I have to really make sure there's no mistakes, no screw ups what so ever." However, as he thought back to past and current stupidity, it was going to be much harder than he thought. Getting on to his feet, America paced back and forth, twisting nearly every angle of his mind for that "perfect confession." Nearly an hour of continuous pacing and there were thoughts of boxed chocolates, romantic rendezvous', hell, even a man in a teddy bear outfit popped up! The stress was overwhelming as he screamed at the top of his lungs " Shit, why is this so freaking hard!?!?" He immediately fell to a crouch on the ground, hands on his head and heart beating crazily. "Ok....." he said as he took one deep breath " Think calmly.... you're good looking, you're funny, you're smart!... who am I kidding?" his head dipped quickly and hopelessly to the ground as he continued speaking to himself. "Ok, get yourself together," slapping himself in the face," You're a country.... meaning you have a lot of power and junk in your hands right?.... Wait!! that means I can do whatever with so much!!!" With that being said, hope ignited him as he jumped nimbly onto his toes, running towards the door. As he sloppily slipped on his shoes, he reached for his phone, checking to make sure that momentarily significant number was there. He snapped his phone shut, turning the knob and ran right through the door, out searching to complete this "desire."
Title: "My Idiotic Confession for You"
Author: Me =)
Character(s) or Pairing (s): America and England
Rating: T because of some cursing and stuff
Warnings: Um, just some random mature elements that you may see happen
Summary: Having these feelings bottled up for so long, being unable to take it any longer, America lets them burst in a series of crazy yet touching events as a means to tell England.
"Remember how we always fight, yell, and just duke it out with each other? With or without words? The thing is, when I look back at the times where we promised that no matter what we'd be with each other, wanna know what else came to mind every time I did think about it? I love you, just like before, always."
As soon as he woke up, America immediately ran straight to the bathroom, cleaning up his bed-ridden self. "This is it!" he said to him self with a mouth full of paste," The day I tell him how I've been feeling for so long!!" He ran around the room, bursting with energy, changing his clothes, grabbing everything he needed in a rush. He ran straight for the door and placed his hand right on the door knob, ready to turn it and thrust it open. However, something over came him as he left his hand still. He whispered to himself, so quiet that no person could possibly be able to hear. "I'm telling the most cynical person I know, no, the most cynical person IN THE WORLD, that I love him." America kept whispering it over and over again until it became firmly rooted into his mind. "Wow..... I'm being a complete idiot right now." Surprisingly he finally realized after his various episodes of "I'm a hero!!" outbursts and near death experiences due to his efforts of messing with England. His eyes fell to the floor as his hand drifted from the knob. This time he spoke out loud. "But that's not really the issue... I've known him for so long, so long that he's been like a blood brother to me..." "As if his cynic self isn't enough to deal with already." America planted himself on is sofa, looking up into the ceiling as if searching for an answer to his ordeal. He smoothed out his blond hair and closed his eyes. He started thinking to himself , "God, this time isn't like the others now is it? I have to really make sure there's no mistakes, no screw ups what so ever." However, as he thought back to past and current stupidity, it was going to be much harder than he thought. Getting on to his feet, America paced back and forth, twisting nearly every angle of his mind for that "perfect confession." Nearly an hour of continuous pacing and there were thoughts of boxed chocolates, romantic rendezvous', hell, even a man in a teddy bear outfit popped up! The stress was overwhelming as he screamed at the top of his lungs " Shit, why is this so freaking hard!?!?" He immediately fell to a crouch on the ground, hands on his head and heart beating crazily. "Ok....." he said as he took one deep breath " Think calmly.... you're good looking, you're funny, you're smart!... who am I kidding?" his head dipped quickly and hopelessly to the ground as he continued speaking to himself. "Ok, get yourself together," slapping himself in the face," You're a country.... meaning you have a lot of power and junk in your hands right?.... Wait!! that means I can do whatever with so much!!!" With that being said, hope ignited him as he jumped nimbly onto his toes, running towards the door. As he sloppily slipped on his shoes, he reached for his phone, checking to make sure that momentarily significant number was there. He snapped his phone shut, turning the knob and ran right through the door, out searching to complete this "desire."