America Gets Canadian-Fied (Hetalia Fanfic)
Hello hello! Welcome welcome! I started to write for the first time!! This is about 1k words so far and nowhere NEAR the end, but I've been having second thoughts, and not sure if I should continue writing. I would appreciate some feedback so far!! Please be gentle with the criticism however because I've never written before (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) There will most likely be grammatical errors and whatnot, please point them out! And please don't take or repost my work :3
Summary: After a world meeting in Ottawa, Canada successfully invites America, England and France to stay at his house rather than stay at a hotel. When America gets to Canada’s serial coded creepy cabin in the woods (that he’s totally not afraid of) he faces how extremely Canadian his brother truly is.
A fanfic filled with scary creatures (Cobra chickens!), maple syrup addictions, timmies, and more! It won’t be long till America gets Canadian-Fied!
(Author Note: We haven't even reached the end of the meeting ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡)
Tags: FACE family, Fluff, Crack, America and Canada are siblings (I'm not sure what else to tag)
America Gets Canadian-Fied
America- known by many names, “Stars and Stripes”, “Land of the Free”, the “GREATU.S.A.”, “U.S”, “United States of America”, “Murica”, or even Alfred F. Jones, -is a couple things.
For one, he’s the hero, so he helps the world fight against Russian commies and bad guys! He comes up with ingenious ideas like, a huge genetically modified Superhero Global Man to protect the world, a giant 24k gold dome to cover the world from any bad guys from outer space or even creating the world’s biggest ice cube to defeat global warming! (He thought freezing the entire ocean would solve it. He was immediately shut down by everyone.)
B, he’s freaking strong, his Cowboyz Boot Camp is unbeatable cause he’s got the strength of the best superheroes, Superman! (Sorry Superman, Captain America’s still numba one!)
Tres, he’s not Canada (Thank goodness no one ever mistakes him for Canada.)
And lastly, he is SO bored.
Being the world’s greatest hero comes with a hefty price, “with great power comes great responsibility” as Spidey says. The hefty price? Meetings and paperwork.
Meetings and paperwork filled with nothing but BOREDOM. Painful, excruciating, boredom.
America sighs as he slouches into his chair even further bored out of his mind. Not even a global emergency. This is one of those mandatory bleak meetings that happen semi-annually to talk about the current global issues.
With the mundane voice of England droning on in background about who knows what, because let’s be real, who wants to listen when the meeting is so close to being done. With even Germany tapping his foot on the ground quietly in a rhythmic beat that just screams “I can’t wait to go home” that’s how he knows this meeting is so over.
America looks around the meeting room, the room itself isn’t bad, but after these couple hours of being cooped up in here, he’s starting to get sick of it. Since it’s a G8 meeting the room is small, and with every passing hour it feels like it’s shrinking. With the meeting taking place in Ottawa, Canada, it could be warmer outside but there’s no snow yet, so he’ll take the win. How his brother likes the cold? He’ll never understand.
Italy’s probably doodling (again), never taking notes- (that Germany still gives him later after Germany gives a lecture on productivity, yeesh. America can’t tell if those two argue like a married couple or if Germany acts like his mom.) -all while letting out the occasional “Vee~”
Japan’s listening patiently, back straight with neatly written notes in front of him, but Japan isn’t fooling him. America smirks in amusement. He knows that Japan’s has been counting down the hours until the release of some game, Pikmin 5 or something. (He normally remembers the names of games, but this game isn’t for him.) But it was released today, you can’t fool me with your quiet demeanor Kiku! He just knows Kiku can’t wait for the end of the meeting.
America’s smirk immediately disappears when he looks in Russia’s direction. Why is that Russian bastard smiling and staring at him? America’s eyebrows furrow as his frown gets deeper. If he wants to fight, we can take it outside and I’ll fuck him! -
Wait. Was it “fuck him” or “fuck him up”-? America stills. Man, this meeting is messing with his head way worse than he thought.
America shakes his head and looks away to get that icky feeling off his skin when he sees China’s making… blueprints?? Blueprints??? Why is China drawing what looks like… a design for a factory maker to create Chinatowns?? Oh, HECK no, China’s products can be scary. Last time I ever offer up my help to test anything.
(It was a realistic Iron Man suit that China said he’d send for free if America agreed to be the tester to see if it’d work. Oh, it worked. Worked so well that America was stuck inside the metal tin can for 7 HOURS. Forcing England and France to argue about the best way on how to get him out, all while Canada filmed him. And he had chugged an XXXL Super Size Coke before he went in.)
America scoffs quietly at the memory.
China’s probably making more factories to increase his power and wealth or whatev- Oh Shit- he better look away before China asks for him to pay back all his debt he owes.
America looks over to France. France is straight up napping; normally France is awake and taking notes of what he finds “stupid” out of England’s speech to bring up in their banter later, but yanno what. He might take a page out of France’s book for once and take a super quick power nap. England is still blabbering something about economics and boring stuff, a quick nap wouldn’t hurt…
America can feel his eyes slowly shutting and then suddenly, he’s being shaken by someone...? Who is that? He feels hands on his shoulders shaking him awake but he doesn’t see anything… or anyone-
“Dude!” America hisses as he looks and feels the air around him trying to find where his brother is “Where even are you, you know I can’t see you when you do your invisible ghost power thingy! Why’d you wake me up so frantically man?”
A quiet voice mutters “I just didn’t want him to throw a pen at you… again.” goes unheard.
America’s body instinctively dodges out of the way, barely missing the fountain pen that just flew by him, embedding itself into the wall like a warning shot from the Queen herself. “America! Were you even listening to me once during my turn?” England huffs out grumpily, he sorts his papers into a neat pile as he prepares his briefcase all while staring daggers at him, if looks could kill, he’d be dead and colder than Canada’s winters.
“Uh, duh. Dude, when I am ever not listening” American lets out a hearty laugh then grins a signature “Hollywood Celebrity Award Winning Smile”.
Shit, what had England been talking about? Rainy weather? Lack of seasoning?? Tea Tariffs???
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Thank you thank you! Farewell farewell! Come back again! Again!
