Here in lies fanfiction

[belltrigger]

Oh hey look. I'm writing yet more fanfiction.

Watch as I stumble over characterization! 8D Watch as I try to create characters that are in-character! 8D YAY

All this is Hetalia-based, by the by. And some were requests! [∂]ω[∂]/) sorry if they aren't what you wanted or expected!

01- Germany/Japan (request)
Kiku glanced across the fire as it crackled and snapped. Ludwig tended it dutifully, as if even this small fire was immensely important. He seemed to treat almost everything that way, as far as Kiku could tell.

Feliciano snored softly from where he had fallen asleep. Again.

Not that Kiku would blame Feliciano; it must be tiring to try as hard as he did. At least, Kiku thought Feliciano tried hard. He was always trying to do what Ludwig said… in his own strange way.

“You can rest, if you want. I’ll keep watch” Ludwig’s deeper voice startled Kiku out of his thoughts and he returned his gaze to the blonde German.

“A-Ah, that’s alright. I’m not tired.” He pulled his knees up, resting his chin on them.

“If you’re sure,” Ludwig responded, looking as though he wanted to press Kiku to go to sleep, but decided against it. He returned to poking at the fire, passing glances to Feliciano every once in a while.

Kiku watched him in silence for another few minutes. He was pretty much in culture shock most of the time he dealt with his allies… but, at the same time, it was refreshing to be around such new things. Even if some of the things they did or ate were weird, he liked his new friends.

He liked Ludwig. With his blonde hair and blue eyes, and how tall he was, and how even though he was so stern, he was really kind. And handsome.

That thought brought a gasp out of him, and suddenly clear blue eyes were back on him. He tried to hide his embarrassment, as if the German could read his mind just by looking at him, ducking his head below his knees some so only his eyes were visible.

“Are you alright?” Ludwig’s voice was even, showing nothing but concern for his companion who was blushing like mad and gasping in weird ways.

“Hai. Er, yes. Yes, I’m fine!” Kiku cursed his stumbling tongue, knowing he was just making himself look more and more foolish. But the new-found realization was weird and settled in his stomach strangely.

A brow furrowed at the Japanese man’s answer, clearly not satisfied. And it seemed the German was not backing down on this one.

“Honestly. I’m okay. The salt air is… just strong tonight” A blatant lie. His home was an island - the air from the sea meant nothing to him. It was perfectly natural.

His eyes widened when Ludwig stood up, and he followed the man with his eyes as he moved to sit next to Kiku. “If something is bothering you, I’d like you to tell me about it. It’s better to address concerns when they arise than wait for them to cause a problem.”

Oh. Oh, this would only cause more of a problem if he … addressed it, as it were.

“No, I’m quite alright,” he said, even as his eyes glued to the short distance between them now. Oh, maybe Feliciano would wake up, and Ludwig would bring his attention and his eyes -those blue blue eyes that he never saw back at his collection of islands- back over to the Italian man, and Kiku could finally breathe again.

“Veeee~” His pleas were answered…

“Hm?” Ludwig’s attention was pulled back to Feliciano, just as Kiku thought it would, and the German stood up stiffly, moving back to his previous spot. The Italian stretched and sat up, looking around a bit dazedly.

“Doitsu~~”

Even though the German had moved, and his attention was now on the Italian and his sleepy voice, Kiku’s eyes widened as he noticed a blush in the glowing light of the fire.
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02 - Sealand/Latvia (request)
Raivis just stared.

Well, he craned his neck back AND stared.

Peter was… so tall. When did he get so tall??

“Raivis! I’m glad you could come!” Peter grabbed him in a hug, practically lifting him of the floor. Raivis was so disoriented that tears sprung to his eyes. What happened! Peter used to be shorter than him, had always been, despite his larger than life attitude.

He trembled, unintentionally thinking of Ivan and how tall he was.

“A-ACK! Don’t cry Raivis!” Peter was quick to let him go, but he looked just as intensely worried over Raivis as he always got when Raivis started to cry out of the blue.

“W-When did you get so tall??” It hadn’t meant to be accusatory, but somehow that edge was there, and Raivis cursed internally at it, hoping Peter wouldn’t get upset.

“Oh, this! Well, I always said I’d get big and be even greater! My territory expanded!” He grinned down to Raivis, who continued to tremble. “See, there was this big wave and…” he trailed off as Raivis just continued to stare.

“……” Raivis’ look just got sharper, more intent on… whatever he’d just decided.

“Raivis… you okay?” His eyebrows raised to his hairline when Raivis latched onto his arm, resting his temple halfway up to his shoulder.

“… Yeah. I’m okay.” No way Ivan would try anything now. Not now that Peter was so tall. … And just as cute as he’d always been. His cuter younger brother. His.

(A/N: this... this turned out way weirder than I expected. Possessive, python Latvia 8|;; )
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03 Lithuania, Russia (AU brought from too much fanart of countries suddenly becoming kids again)
Toris didn’t know what to do -or to think- when he came face to face with Ivan. A very very young Ivan.

A young Ivan that beamed up at him and raised his arms as if requesting to be picked up.

Toris could never say no to Ivan. Ever.

Especially when he looked so cute, so much like he had before he had lost his mind. Toris sighed to himself as he raised a hand to pet the small Russian’s hair. How had Ivan changed into this? There wasn’t any sort of technology for this kind of thing.

…But there was rumors of magic. Magic that Ivan probably, somehow, had access to… He’d been doing some rather creepy things lately, things that Toris hadn’t known about… and hadn’t wanted to know about.

But he couldn’t go to Eduard. Or Feliks. Or Raivis. They’d all think he was crazy for wanting to watch over Ivan in this state… or maybe want to try out all kinds of mean things in retaliation for all the things Ivan had done when he was bigger and stronger than they were.

He looked down as Ivan giggled, playing with the Lithuanian’s hair and resting his head against his shoulder.

W-Well, maybe he could just wait it out. Maybe Ivan would return to normal … well, at least what would be considered normal for the Ivan that this cute little boy had grown into.

Somewhere, in his heart, Toris knew that this was probably the last time he would ever see Ivan *normal* again. And he just clutched the boy tighter to his chest, determined to burn the moments into his memory.
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04) Prussia/England (request, slightly mature here, kiddies!)
“Oi. Nice legs.”

Arthur whirled on his heel, making his skirt spin splendidly out. Of. Sheer. Spite.

“Watch your tongue you--” his voice was cut off as he noticed just who talked. “Ugh. It’s just you.”

Gilbert looked taken aback, but still kept that damnable smirk on his face as he did so. Tucking his hands into the pockets of the slacks in his uniform, he tsked, smirk widening into a grin. “I give you a compliment, and that’s the greeting I get? So so harsh, Igiko~”

A twitch under Arthur’s eye. “What did you just call me.” It wasn’t a question. More like a statement of how dare you, but with more words. Less angered maiden-style words.

“Nevermind, let’s go back to the fact that you have *really* nice legs there.” Gilbert moved forward, oh so easily putting his hands on Arthur’s hips and tugging him closer. Arthur’s hand itched to make a fist, fingers twitching dangerously close to fulfilling the thought.

“Unhand me!”

“Make me~” The German (Prussian, he insisted) leaned in close, lips ghosting over the line of Arthur’s jaw towards his ear. A blush burned across the Englishman’s face, and he really considered taking Gilbert up on his offer. But one of the younger man’s hands moved down, touching just below the hem of the skirt that he’d been forced into (by that bastard Francis, of course), causing him to gulp at the intimacy of the action. The fingers played on the skin there, ever so slowly teasing the hem up, bit by bit.

“NOT IN THE HALLWAY YOU BASTARD!”

His fist was very politely introduced to Gil’s face before he stormed off, face red and, secretly hoping that Gilbert would seek him out in a more private place next time!

…not that there would be a next time of him wearing a skirt, mind you!
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