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kiramaru7Title: Kite Flying
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: G
Summary: America and Japan spend an afternoon together…
Warnings: none
For Vexed…
America laughed as Japan’s fish-shaped kite rose high into the air. Japan smiled and handed him the roll of string. He bent and got the other kite, which looked like a bird, and tossing it up in the air, it caught a current of wind to rise alongside the other kite. They stood there, side by side, flying their kites.
“So you do this every Boys’ Day?” America asked.
Japan nodded. “My Asian brothers also celebrate. China said he’ll be here later to fly his kite with Korea.”
“Sounds like fun! All you need are some fireworks, you know?”
Japan nodded again. “Maybe later, it’s too bright outside for them.”
America laughed. “Yeah! Maybe we should make a barbeque when we’re done! We can throw on some burgers and maybe some of those brats Germany’s always eating!” He grinned.
“Ummm… yeah…” Japan said more to be polite than anything else. He found America’s burgers and those things he called “hot dogs” gave him indigestion. Sighing softly, he focused on flying his kite.
America was thoroughly enjoying himself, but he always did as every time he visited Japan, he found something new and exciting to see or do. Who knew flying a kite could be so much fun? Plus he was very excited to finally be able to share something with Japan. He had had his fellow country’s idea of barbeque before, but as far as he was concerned there was nothing like a good old fashioned barbeque, with burgers and dogs!
When the wind died down, the two new friends gathered the kites and went back inside Japan’s house. They played a few games, while deciding what do for the barbeque and whether or not it would be easier to go to America’s for it, when it began to rain…
Title: The Great Pasta Debate
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: G
Summary: A debate about pasta gets out of hand between the Italy brothers and China. What’s Germany to do?
Warnings: none
For Vexed…
Germany stood there at a loss for what to do as tempers began to rise over the “Great Pasta Debate.” Italy stood there on one side, saying how pasta was his national dish, while China loudly countered that he invented it and that was just worlds’ better than that crap they made drowned in tomato sauce. Even Romano got into the debate, and Germany face-palmed when the inevitable “egg-roll bastard” can out of his mouth. Just once he wished Italy’s older brother could address someone without the insults. Why Spain tolerated it was beyond him, then again his fellow country was not that bright in his humble opinion.
The debate, which really was an argument, raged on. Neither side wanted to concede the other had merit and it was only for the same reason that people cannot look away from a train wreck as it was happening, that Germany had let it get this far out of hand. And out of hand it was, if China was also calling him a “potato bastard.” Germany cleared his throat. He had had enough and he decided it was time to end it before there was any bloodshed. Not that he was worried his beloved Italy would get hurt, as his little buddy would simply surrender, but he did not trust that Romano or China not to do something stupid.
“That’s enough!” he roared, the others falling silent. “Everyone’s pasta is good!”
“Stupid potato bastard! Everyone knows our pasta’s the best!” Romano muttered softly, earning a smack upside his head from Germany.
Germany glared at them.
China and Romano left, leaving Italy behind.
“Now what?” Germany asked.
“My shoelaces are untied…”
Germany face-palmed, but he bent to tie them none-the-less. “You want some pasta?”
“Yeah…”
“Then let’s go get some.” Germany smiled.
“Okay!”
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: G
Summary: America and Japan spend an afternoon together…
Warnings: none
For Vexed…
America laughed as Japan’s fish-shaped kite rose high into the air. Japan smiled and handed him the roll of string. He bent and got the other kite, which looked like a bird, and tossing it up in the air, it caught a current of wind to rise alongside the other kite. They stood there, side by side, flying their kites.
“So you do this every Boys’ Day?” America asked.
Japan nodded. “My Asian brothers also celebrate. China said he’ll be here later to fly his kite with Korea.”
“Sounds like fun! All you need are some fireworks, you know?”
Japan nodded again. “Maybe later, it’s too bright outside for them.”
America laughed. “Yeah! Maybe we should make a barbeque when we’re done! We can throw on some burgers and maybe some of those brats Germany’s always eating!” He grinned.
“Ummm… yeah…” Japan said more to be polite than anything else. He found America’s burgers and those things he called “hot dogs” gave him indigestion. Sighing softly, he focused on flying his kite.
America was thoroughly enjoying himself, but he always did as every time he visited Japan, he found something new and exciting to see or do. Who knew flying a kite could be so much fun? Plus he was very excited to finally be able to share something with Japan. He had had his fellow country’s idea of barbeque before, but as far as he was concerned there was nothing like a good old fashioned barbeque, with burgers and dogs!
When the wind died down, the two new friends gathered the kites and went back inside Japan’s house. They played a few games, while deciding what do for the barbeque and whether or not it would be easier to go to America’s for it, when it began to rain…
Title: The Great Pasta Debate
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Words: 300
Rating: G
Summary: A debate about pasta gets out of hand between the Italy brothers and China. What’s Germany to do?
Warnings: none
For Vexed…
Germany stood there at a loss for what to do as tempers began to rise over the “Great Pasta Debate.” Italy stood there on one side, saying how pasta was his national dish, while China loudly countered that he invented it and that was just worlds’ better than that crap they made drowned in tomato sauce. Even Romano got into the debate, and Germany face-palmed when the inevitable “egg-roll bastard” can out of his mouth. Just once he wished Italy’s older brother could address someone without the insults. Why Spain tolerated it was beyond him, then again his fellow country was not that bright in his humble opinion.
The debate, which really was an argument, raged on. Neither side wanted to concede the other had merit and it was only for the same reason that people cannot look away from a train wreck as it was happening, that Germany had let it get this far out of hand. And out of hand it was, if China was also calling him a “potato bastard.” Germany cleared his throat. He had had enough and he decided it was time to end it before there was any bloodshed. Not that he was worried his beloved Italy would get hurt, as his little buddy would simply surrender, but he did not trust that Romano or China not to do something stupid.
“That’s enough!” he roared, the others falling silent. “Everyone’s pasta is good!”
“Stupid potato bastard! Everyone knows our pasta’s the best!” Romano muttered softly, earning a smack upside his head from Germany.
Germany glared at them.
China and Romano left, leaving Italy behind.
“Now what?” Germany asked.
“My shoelaces are untied…”
Germany face-palmed, but he bent to tie them none-the-less. “You want some pasta?”
“Yeah…”
“Then let’s go get some.” Germany smiled.
“Okay!”
