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Title: Not Here
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/Germany
Rating: NC17
Summary: Germany and America, because I hardly ever see them paired together


( There was some kinship there—America had many, many Germans and Prussians living in his country. Prussia had trained both of them in war—they talked a lot about Prussia to fill the silence. )

Title: Untitled: Part One
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Retired military veteran Major Arthur Kirkland and nurse Anna Jones (female!America) in Victorian England
Rating: PG, language, nothing serious
Summary: After returning from South East Asia with the Royal Army, Arthur Kirkland has served his time and will retire. Kindly, the military hospital is providing him with a live-in nurse to assist him while his wound heals. Anna Jones, who dreams of dancing, pops up and mistakes him for the butler.



( Though he was certain he didn’t want to see South Eastern Asia ever again, except perhaps by train, passing through. A bag of tea to pick up and a port of that wine they made, terrible in its potency, good for a lark. If one didn’t mind losing one’s clothes. To which Major Kirkland was mightily opposed. )

Title: Work Hard
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America and Japan
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just discussion about past World War Two events and perceptions of the now


( He'd be the best. I'd do all the genetic and biological work, you could make him shoot lasers from his eyes and Germany would install a state-of-the-art engineered super-efficient motor into his brain. So that way he could still be grouchy, romantic and be able to cook--all at once. )

Title: Wasting Away Again III
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, Australia and New Zealand
Rating: PG
Warnings: Parrot-headed-ness, lyrics are from Jimmy Buffet's Boat Drinks. Have a listen, here
Summary: The third time England comes in to singing it's at a hockey game.

( Don’t know if all of you know me. I’m Matt Williams. But I’ll skip explaining it for the few Americans on our hockey teams today. )

Title: Everyone Hail to the Pumpkin Song
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Spain, France, Australia and New Zealand, Mexico, Ireland, Denmark
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual implications and drugs
Summary: Two Halloween parties, so little time.


( Tonight, it's a Carnival half-mask--black and gold, with bells and wild feathers. He's got a wig made of gray raffia, rabbit feet and more bells. He wears no shirt and he has on a skirt made of leather throngs. There's body glitter on him--France smeared it on his face. )

America says one day, almost thoughtfully, "No one really likes me very much, do they...?"

England snorts and says, "Of course not."

Somehow, it takes America by surprise. He'd known it, of course, hard not to. Everyone always banging on about how horrible he was for existing. But the way England says it, as if it has just always been...

It makes his breath catch silently.

It kills him a little.

He smiles a little and nods. Turns and walks away.

Title: Wasting Away Again II
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, France, Australia and New Zealand
Rating: PG
Warnings: Parrot-headed-ness, lyrics are from Jimmy Buffet's How a Pirate Looks at 40. Have a listen, here
Summary: The second time England hears singing, it's at the Vietnam Memorial...


God knows why I decided to try posting this here

( He’s got a cigarette in his left fingers because his right is all bandaged up again from whatever episode Australia has had recently. )

Title: My Friend, the Invader
Author/Artist: historyblitz, kept track of at historize
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Invader Zim, Gir
Rating: PG
Warnings: language
Summary: There is no Tony. There is only Zim.


Oh! The human was so stupid and filthy! Stupid, filthy human! He was so dense! So malleable! He had this human so easily fooled! Zim had to pat himself on the back. Honestly, he truly was amazing. To think, he had panicked when he and Gir had looked up and found a huge Earthaoid staring down at them--but no! No! Not Zim! Zim the Invader sent to take over this stupid, tiny, disgusting spinning ball of vomit! He had played it so smooth! So suave! He had fooled him for certain!

The human had even taken them home to his big house in the country--just outside a dirty, puss-encrusted cityscape of horror. He wore his disguise well--and why wouldn't he, it was wonderful--but the human didn't seem to care what he wore. In fact, he seemed downright delighted.

Actually, a lot of things Zim did seemed to delight the human. Once the human had walked in while Zim was making his next master plan for Earthian annihilation and the human had laughed and cheerfully suggested radio-active quilts to take away tea from all the English.

Despite the fact that this came from the human--and Zim was starting to believe the human might, in fact, be insane--it was quite a good idea and was met with an interesting level of success.


Gir, without saying, loved the human. He and the filthy football-human liked cooking together and the human would always sit around and watch those stupid, moronic, tiny-brained television shows with him. And then they would watch the sports together. And Gir would make mashed potatoes and waffles that were tingly when you put them in your mouth--but the putrid football-human didn't seem to care.

And then, after the human introduced Gir to cheeseburgers, he whined for them constantly.

Constantly!

Hamburger human.

But oh! As much as Zim could complain about the idiocy of the doom-fated hamburger-human, he could not but laugh.

Laugh! as he worked in the lab he had dug by making a door in the human's basement wall. Soon! This silly human and his hamburgers and his football would be his! Zim's! It would all belong to Zim. To Zim!



Upstairs, Al said, "No, no, Arthur, you gotta come and meet them. I think Gir--oh hey, wait--gimme--" he raised a strange bar to his nose, "--ah, Gir made bacon soap. It smells really good. I'm thinking I could make some money selling it, y'know?"

Arthur hung up on him.

"Reagan was a mad-man," said England. He was perched on America's couch, tea at his left hand.

"I know. But c'mon--okay, yes. He had some shitty policies but as a regular guy, he was hilarious."

"He...well."

"C'mooon."

"Well, yes, he was amusing, I suppose."

"Although," America conceded. "I was sitting here the other day watching a special about the guy and Thatcher--"

"Oh fuck off--"

"No, no, she comes on and she's all, Oh, Reagan, I liked him so much! and then I was like, wow....it's probably a good thing they never got together."

England just looked at him. "What?"

"Like, y'know. Oh-tee-pee--one true pairing. Terrifying, the both of them. Your people would like to give Thatcher to Satan personally. Reagan was good at acting."

"Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Well, I can't help it! It made me laugh!"




[[The other day i was in my American History class and we watched a special about Ron Reagan and Thatcher was in it and Hetalia goggles hit me in the face and I started laughing about Reagan/Thatcher and OH GOD. XDD]]

Cutest prompt ever:

Arthur and his puppy.

So adorable.


Also femAmerica and England, first time together, really kind of awesome