Negative Aspects Boxing

[Axis Powers Hetalia] Cinderella 1 / 5

Title: Nobody loves Cinderella
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Various
Pairing: America / England
Rating (chapter): PG
Party: 1 / 5
Warning: shounen-ai
Spoiler: none
Count Words: 3246 ( Contaparole )
Summary: Prussia shrugged and went back to look at the French, in response, she smiled. The old man smiled as the good old days gone by. " Courage, mes amis ," he said. "If you do not want to do to achieve the purpose for the laughter assured us that our little plan will do. Infuse, that thing , we are still to get it done to England ... "
Notes: Written for the F3.U.CK.S fest organized by fanfic_italia : permanent challenge sponsored by fiumidiparole
Discaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers and his characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of them to do what I want * evil laugh *.


Spain spat all the wine in his mouth and leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee and began to cough uncontrollably. France looked at him with eyes wide open and eyebrows raised while Prussia, evidently unable to control himself, he fell back on the couch, his back and began to laugh with his hands clutching his abdomen. "What reactions moderate and full of elegance, no doubt about it, "said France, angrily. "I wonder then what need is there to laugh at that ..."
"What need is there?" Prussia clawed hand on the edge of the back and sat up, his eyes filled with tears from laughing too. "But you heard a single word of what you said? No wonder then that we react in this way, you know? "France turned her head and looked at Spain, right in my face, who returned with an expression that had haunted the air to signify Strongly ' agree with every single word he just said .
The Frenchman took a deep breath and ran a hand through blond hair. " Vas bien, " said the other two continued to stare as if they were asked whether, in fact, he was just kidding. "It may not be the plan most of the Orthodox world, but I am absolutely certain that it could work, if we committed."
The other two nations exchanged a doubtful look, then Prussia began to laugh again, sinking the back in the big dark pillows. "It is not as the problem," he said, without even trying to calm the laughter that shook him from head to toe, "is that we could not get the effect you hope that even in a million years . It is simply absurd. "
" In fact, "broke in Spain, who had regained a bit 'of calm and color," I know that you are convinced you are right, but here we are talking about England ... that would not be able to admit such a thing even under torture, "he turned to look Prussia in search of support that got away.
France deformed lips in a grimace annoyed and took her hands a glass of wine filled to half. "Once you would not have had all these hesitations," he said, pretending to be interested only in the red liquid that rocked lazily behind the glass. "Once you would have thrown the company without even the you need to make sure that we'd been able to do without any problems, just for the sake of some fun ',' tilted her head to the side and after a few seconds of silence he returned to watch his old comrades of raids. Spain was looking into space, in front of him while Prussia had taken his eyes. France was right, no doubt, and it was useless to try to replicate because the memories of all three were still full of moments spent together, behind everyone else, yet there was something that prevented them from immediately say yes. Prussia shrugged and went back to look at the French, in response, she smiled. The old man smiled as the good old days gone by. " Courage, mes amis , "he said. "If you do not want to do to achieve the purpose for the laughter assured us that our little plan will do. Infuse, that thing , we are still to get it done to England ... "winked at the other two, after reflecting on the many satisfactions that France's plan would give them, did not take even a second to give their full support.



* The big clock ticking on the wall lazily, very loudly chanting the seconds passed, and England, sitting on one of his favorite chair - next to the window so that the rays of summer sun - that at that time began to emerge from behind the great clouds of the storm just over blacks - the lighting and the cool wind would give him relief, and before a table covered by his best tea and delicacies of every kind - took a deep breath through your nose, savoring the scent of its strong and very pleasant Earl Grey. There was nothing better, at least according to him, to remain quiet in the house - preferably alone - and take some 'time to relax with a cup of tea and pastries in the last purchases made under the house. She put the cup to his lips and the liquid is still hot dipped his tongue, causing a pleasurable sensation, pleasant, when he heard that heat completely cover his body. "Oh yes," he said, aloud, while the cup and saucer in his hand he closed his eyes and stretched his back, stretching like a cat, "there is really nothing better. Do not you agree? "He turned his head and his green eyes filled with joy and pride when, at the door, so the nose appeared a little white unicorn and the subtle body and surrounded by a shimmering aura of a shy blue fairy.
England laid her china cup on the white tablecloth and then reached for the fairy creatures. "Do not statevene hidden there," he said, smiling, "It is true that I do not like being disturbed when I take my tea but you are not certain disorder, in fact." The unicorn and the fairy exchanged glances and then echoed in the air and enjoyed a tinkling little blue light entered the room, fluttering a bit 'left and right before landing gently next to the plate on which were laid some scones still warm. The fairy looked at them with curiosity by walking around, and then stood out again the flight and landed on the armrest of the chair, right next to the hand of England, while the unicorn is approaching, treading the carpet with silver hooves. England strokes his mane, when the pony put his nose on his knee and began to look at him with her big eyes and adorable blacks. "I'm really glad you came to me," he said, dropping his hand to caress the neck of the unicorn, 'these days I get a lot of unpleasant visits that sometimes it's nice to see some friendly face. "L' happy unicorn snorted, raising the nose in the air by flapping its mane from side to side, and the fairy began to rattle - a sound very similar to a silvery laugh - going close to the nation and kissing her cheek. "Oh, yes, I too am glad to see you, really, 'he stretched his arm toward the table and took holding a dish full of butter cookies, a gripping between two fingers and bringing it closer to the muzzle of the Unicorn, which began pawing, happy, before eating everything in a single bite.
began to talk about this and that - or, at least, England told them what happened and magical creatures responded with nitrites and tinkling - and gradually, without even realizing it, were wrapped in a warm and pleasant sensation, less peaceful than it had felt when he joined England and had begun to ease in the empty room, but certainly comfortable. He liked being with them, its unique and real friends, those with whom he could confide in without fear that His words, one day, would eventually backfire on him, who would always remain by his side without being bound by agreements or treaties, those who would never betray him, even if they found someone who was better than him.
still stroked the mane of the unicorn and when his ears were filled by his nitrites England felt a thump to the heart, realizing that none of its allies would never have been happy to have him next as he was. He dropped his shoulders in a gesture of despair - a feeling that only showed when he was certain that nobody could see it - and the two creatures came near him, one stroking his hand with the muzzle and the other brushing his cheek. England looked at them, blinking. "Excuse me," she said, blushing slightly, "is not your fault if you are down in the dumps is just that," he lowered his head and swallowed hard before you start speaking again, "I was reminded of unpleasant thoughts, that's all . The fairy flew in front of his face, touching his nose, and when the eyes of the nation met her she came up a little ', producing a sound sad and trying to make them understand that whatever it was, he should not have be afraid to talk with them, even the unicorn was of the same opinion and this starts to hit the knee, gently, to attract his attention. England sighed. "Over to you," he began, softly, as if ashamed, "I never had any other friends, someone who cares how I feel or felt like me company ... 'was silent for a moment, but after taking a deep breath, raised his head again, trying to look his friends in the face and lips stretch in a shy smile. "Sometimes - even if it is always the idea that loneliness is much better than the company of certain people - I'd like some other country tried to get along with me like ..." he paused again, this time suddenly, and while the two fairy creatures were wondering how they could help her thoughts flew away, away, at a time now passed, and his eyes began to fill with tears without him even noticing it. "We were happy," she said, sniffling, "I was on him like we were a family, I gave him everything he needed, I I did to become what he is now, it's so wrong to expect a bit 'of gratitude after everything I've done for him? "He put his hands before his face, covering her eyes and puffy cheeks furrowed by tears. "We can not trust other nations," he said, between sobs, her voice charged of despair, "I'm always ready to betray you when you no longer need you, I am ... 'Ran the backs of his hands over his eyes, asciugandoseli and began again to pull up his nose and trying to take a less pathetic.
was not sure he fall victim to sentimentality - or rather it was but he would never have allowed - and lose control issues have become outdated as the betrayal of America. Stretched her lips into a smile and then, after taking a deep breath, stood up and made a couple of steps into the room, kneeling in front of the little unicorn who had never stopped looking at him with shining eyes and looked worried . "I'm sorry both myself meant that way, "he said, embracing her white neck of the fairy creature that tilted the nose so that England did not hurt with his horn. "It's just that when he arrives in July in my mind always sad thoughts," he smiled, tilting her head slightly to one side. "I promise that I will not worry about this, I swear." The fairy flew past his face and approached him, leaving him a light kiss on the cheek before throwing the fairy dust on his eyes, fresh, relieving the heaviness and the headache that was already beginning to breed in his temples. England turned to her, smiling and then raised a hand with the index and patted her head and face, careful not to hurt her. "Thanks so much to you both," he smiled with pleasure listening to the merry tinkle raised and nitrites which soon filled the empty room. "If I had friends like you I do not really know how ..."
'mon Dieux Oh, Angleterre , do not tell me you're still talking to your invisible friends, "England felt a shiver of discomfort long run along the back and when looked up and met the eyes surprised and amused smile on the face of France also felt a grip in my stomach and cheeks andargli in flames.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He stood up abruptly, clutching fists, while the unicorn and the fairy, half way between the fearful and angry, went into hiding to run over his shoulder and his knees and began to look at the intruder with bitterness. "And above all how the hell did you get?"
"The door was open," France shrugged, moving as if nothing had happened a few steps into the room and going without even being invited to sit at the table carefully prepared by a master home. "What is it," continued the Frenchman, looking slyly, "you're not happy to see me?"
"Who is that?!" Where possible, the cheeks of England became even more red - to the anger that is to the embarrassment of being discovered own other nation in a moment of weakness - and while the fairy creatures and looked at him with their eyes begged him to send him away he felt the innate desire to lay hands on him and guilty about the times in those years, he could not do, wish that was resolved just in other cries. "Go away, you are not welcome here!" France raised an eyebrow and without even bothering to answer, or satisfy him, reached out and grabbed a biscuit, he ate half. England opened his lips. "What the hell ...? Who the hell told you you could ...?!»
"Not bad" France said, putting the other half in the mouth and chewed with gusto, "perhaps you should only use a little 'less butter but otherwise I would say that we have," went to the chair that was opposite to the favorite in England and I sat on it, leaning back against the soft pillows for a few seconds, just enough time to relax, then take a clean cup and still be paid a good amount of steaming tea. "What do you do if you take two cups of tea, always alone, I'm sorry?"
"These are not your business, then who the hell told you you could sit?" France and shrugged as if England had not even existed, it took the edge of the cup to his lips, tasting the drink warm and fragrant. The three occupants of the house looked at him with his mouth open and eyes bulging - I could not believe that France was really so ignorant of good manners - and then the unicorn and the fairy, still hidden behind England , exchanged a worried look and without warning ran as fast as they could towards the door, disappearing into the corridor and went away as far as possible from there. The nation watched them go with their arm, as if to try to retain them, and then, more disheartened than angry he turned to the other nation. "Have you made go away," said, in a tone revealing. "I want to say what the hell you want from me?"
France turned a second look at him and then, after drinking another sip of tea and having tasted a cake is not particularly exceptional - at least not to his standards - but laid the gently cup on the saucer, still leaning against the chair back, exceptionally comfortable. Affairs, shall we say, 'bent his lips in a half smile and England, after rolls his eyes upward, at the limit of endurance, he sat in front of him, pouring more tea into his cup and starting to mix with an elegant gesture of the wrist sugar. "What kind of business?" he said, calmly, but when France opened his mouth to answer him he raised his face looking at him with his bushy eyebrows and a light left aching in the eyes. "Search for your own good to be particularly convincing," he warned, crossing his legs and then drinking a sip of tea. "You know perfectly well that hate when someone interrupts my afternoon tea."
The Frenchman smiled, not at all intimidated. "Nothing is particularly challenging," he shrugged and took another cookie. "Only a dance."
England both raised his eyebrows and nearly spit the drink in his mouth. "A dance?" He said, supporting the cup on the table to avoid making disasters. "What the hell does that mean?"
France looked amused. "I know that your social life is almost as little of your culinary skills Angleterre , but rely on something popular and widely recognized as a dance it had not so completely foreign, at least in the sense, 'he shook shoulders, bringing the cup to his lips again. "Apparently I was wrong."
"I know what a ball," snapped England, blushing, and then the two remained in silence for a few seconds and the English had to drink another sip of tea and take a deep breath before continuing to speak. "I I was just wondering why you will be introduced into my house without a minimum notice and without even being ... Are you listening?! "
France looked up abruptly, as if he had just realized at that moment was not the only one in the room, and then, with a smile that would make me want to hit it straight on to anyone teeth, shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry," he said, the tone of one who has no interest in receiving a pardon of any kind, "but I was watching these sandwiches," went to one of them a finger and touched the tip with a toothpick skewering it, moving back and forth with a certain reserve, "and I wondered if they were really edible ... what's the matter? "England had cheeks burning and shaking, from the toes and fingers tight in both fists, like a volcano near eruption. The French raised an eyebrow, but when the other nation raised his head and looked him straight in the face with burning eyes and the clear intention to harm him he wasted no time and got to his feet, put her hands next to face to protect themselves from any kind of direct attack on his person. "You need not get angry so much," he said, stepping back and looking at the door of the corner of the eye, "is it true that if you like them who I am I have no right to criticize them but I did not get angry so so much for review sincere and dispassionate ... '
"Go away," cried England - his face contorted by a' unjustified anger - and France, with fear and surprise, slammed his head against the door jamb, escaped from his lips a groan of pain and put her hand on her neck, caressing the sore point. He was not entitled to a violent reaction by his - not one damn comment to sandwiches, heaven's sake - and his head began to formulate a set of thoughts that have never seen the light would have wanted to say calm down, take it that so much just because it's birthday America was at the gates was excessive even for a hysterical like him, but he knew that this would not have done anything but make things worse, perhaps, after all, had decided it would be better if he went him to talk about the dance to England was the best idea. The English shouted at him to leave and he still, without have it repeated two times - and very concerned for her personal safety - came out of the small room, almost running and thinking at that point, it would be better to start thinking about a plan B .


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