Log in

No account? Create an account
04 March 2009 @ 11:32 pm
fanfic: cacophony  
I sort of came home today, read some fanfics, and decided, "I'MMA GONNA WRITE SOMETHING TODAY."
Here it is. XD;;
Next time I post, I'll be flinging Axel/Roxas. KHR, too, if I can somehow write both simultaneously.

Title: Cacophony
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: America/England, but you gotta squint.
Summary: Buon compleanno!

“Now, now,” says France, smoothly, smiling languidly, “you’re not going to sit here and throw a petty little tantrum when your firstborn is celebrating his birthday.”

“As a matter of fact,” England says, munching on a scone, but barely tasting the jam and butter, “I am going to sit here for the rest of today. And I’d appreciate if you’d take a stroll out of my house, thank you.”

“Suit yourself,” France snorts. “You will regret this, Arthur,” he adds, a twinge of warning.

“I won’t,” England says, chanting to himself in his mind, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t – and, he doesn’t feel any better.

“Didn’t you prepare a present for him?” France asks, slipping files, and loose sheets into his bag (he’d been doing some paperwork). “I’ll bring it to him for you.”

“I don’t have anything,” England says, snappishly.

“Right,” France rolls his eyes, and he’s at the door now, umbrella in one hand (it’s rainy at America’s place at this time of the year), bag in the other, “Feel free to drop by once you’ve come to your senses.”

When France is out, his steps fading away down the cobbled path leading to the front gate, England drops his scone, and presses his shaking hands to his face, a frail attempt to stopper the tears.

France stands by the gate, about to leave. He knows the mansion incredibly well (he stops by the place ever so often) for someone who doesn’t get along with England three-quarters of the time, but tonight, it feels especially haunted.

Only the dining room lights are on. France sighs when he sees the silhouette of a willowy body bending over, quite abruptly, in its chair.

“Idiot,” France mumbles, slapping a hat onto his head.

“Idiot,” he repeats, foolishly hoping England is listening.

Buon compleanno, buon compleanno, buon compleanno,” Italy sings, blissful expression on his face as he slurps his spaghetti noisily. Germany thwacks him on the head, looking exasperated, but America knows his mood is lighter than usual.

America glances at the clock – it’s almost ten.

A-hh. He’s not coming after all, how idiotic to think that he would, after everything –

“America,” Japan calls. “You’re spacing out, America. Something the matter?”

“No, no,” America says, waving a hand. “It’s nothing.”

Japan shakes his head, and there’s the knowing, sympathetic look in his eyes. “It’s probably difficult for him, too. He’ll come next year, you’ll see. Or if not – the year after that.”

“I said it’s nothing,” America frowns, and picks up a burger. He doesn’t feel hungry, but he bites into it anyway – the fluffy bread tastes like dust, and the patty is chunky, miserably tasteless. He sets it back down.

“Have a drink,” Japan suggests, holding up a paper cup filled with coke. “It’s your birthday; you’re supposed to be happy.”

“I know,” America says, blandly.

Eleven-thirty, and the house is quiet again; everyone has left.

America lounges on his couch, coke left forgotten on the coffee table. The television is on – some late-night romance he’s not paying attention to.

“What?” England barks into the receiver, voice hoarse, disdainful.

“Isn’t someone particularly snarky tonight,” France says, dryly. “The party was fun, but not as fun as I’d hoped, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, my deepest sympathies,” England says, blatant insincerity in his tone. “Goodnight.”

“I didn’t have anyone to antagonise,” France continues, absently. “And America – oh, Lord, poor America.”

“Goodnight!” England shouts, angry, and despairing, and tired all at the same time. With brutal force, he hurls the receiver (the rest of the phone followed suit) across the room.

America turns the television off, swipes his bomber jacket, slung over the armchair, and gets ready for bed.

Then –

The doorbell rings. Who, at this hour? Grumbling, he reluctantly makes for the door, looking around his living room – a horrific mess; he’ll take care of it tomorrow, but it doesn’t look like anyone left anything behind –


“England,” he murmurs, rubbing his eyes, blinking repetitively to convince himself he's awake, it's not a dream. “England.”

He looks like he’s run a marathon, his cheeks flushed, gasping, breathing harshly.

“Take it!” he says, his tone harsh, but his voice is weak and ragged. He drops a lunchbox – lunchbox? – into America’s hands. “I know you don’t like my cooking. Whatever. Whatever. Just – just take it. Eat it. Throw it away. I don’t care. Bye, and – and – and…” for a moment, he looks like he’s on the brink of crying, but he manages to choke out, with much effort, “Happy – happy birthday.”

And he is sprinting away, faster and more desperate than America’s ever seen him run.

“H-Hey!” America calls out, recollecting himself.

England doesn’t even turn around.

Sighing, exasperated and bewildered, America stares down at the container in his hands.

Cautiously, he slips the lid off, and stares.



America can see blobs of jam and butter leaking from some of them. There are two small packets of extra jam and butter tucked neatly into the side, with a knife. With trembling fingers, he reaches for a scone – it’s warm and firm in his hands – and nibbles, tentatively.

The flavour is homely, familiar, so very England.

“Idiot,” America chuckles to himself, and his hands are still shaking, and his vision is getting bleary all of a sudden, wetness on his cheeks, “why aren’t you improving at this?”

It’s all right, he tells himself, it’s going to be all right between them soon enough, everyone’ll see. It’s not going to happen right now, it may not happen tomorrow, but at least – at least, they’re mending things, and that’s great – that’s good enough.

“It’s gonna to be all right,” America whispers to himself, squeezing the scone in his hand. Jam dribbles down his fingers. “It’s gonna be all right.”

-America's birthday in this case is Independence Day. In Hetalia canon, England is not too fond of this day. ;w;
-'Buon compleanno' is 'happy birthday' in Italian.
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: 美しい名前 - THE BACK HORN
twistedsheets10: revo_UK_UStwistedsheets10 on March 4th, 2009 04:12 pm (UTC)

If I'm squinting, it's because I'm crying. This is just, so...awww.

(just curious, what is wrong between England and America?)
+HiRO+: 涼宮ハルヒhiroya_chan on March 4th, 2009 04:40 pm (UTC)
;w; Thanks for reading!

(Ahh ahhh, it's 'cause it's America's birthday, see - Independence Day and all. America fought its way out of England's colonial rule. :3
I-I'm sorry, the fic's so vague. Augh aughhh I've added footnotes.)
(no subject) - twistedsheets10 on March 4th, 2009 04:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - hiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 01:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - twistedsheets10 on March 5th, 2009 01:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - hiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Naoko_andre: ArthutxAlfrednaoko_andre on March 4th, 2009 05:28 pm (UTC)
So cute!! It made want to cry a little ;w; Poor Arthur... Poor Alfred... But France rocks!! XD He made Arthur feel guilty (i think)!!! And the end was so... awwwwww... *w* Arthur should improve in his cooking skills XD XD lol
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 01:30 pm (UTC)
France gave England a little push! :3

Thank you for reading! <33
Kai: Arthur. ;_;helreginn on March 4th, 2009 05:35 pm (UTC)
So, basically. All I have to sums up to ---> ;_______________________;

This. It pushes all of my buttons. So I can't say anything more than incoherent fangirly gushing. XD Therefore, ;_________________; works.

Yeah. ;_____________; for a good measure.

B'aaaaaaaaaaaaaw, England!
Kai: U.S.A.helreginn on March 4th, 2009 05:38 pm (UTC)
All I have to say* I meant. I was too busy ;__________________;-ing to type properly.

*goes back to ;______________________;*
(no subject) - hiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 01:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Xerxes Tire-Iron Dadacoded on March 4th, 2009 05:57 pm (UTC)
Awww, how sad D:
It was so well-written and I felt bad for both of them T_____T

I was just thinking yesterday that I hadn't seen an update from you in a while and then..BAM! XD
+HiRO+: お昼寝中hiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:30 pm (UTC)
I-It was a happy ending...! XD;
Thank you for reading <333333!!!

Hahahahh, I've been a little busy! But things have settled down! :3 I'll go catch up with your journal now. >D
Coleviccolevic on March 4th, 2009 08:51 pm (UTC)
Awwwww, so bittersweet. I love these two. Good job. ^^
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:34 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading! ;w; I LOVE THEM, TOO ( *W*)
Kathryn: ushitora_icons(flags)butterflieyes on March 4th, 2009 09:09 pm (UTC)
This is cute and sad. :( Poor Alfred, and Arthur, so hard for both of them.
+HiRO+: お仲良し二人さんhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:37 pm (UTC)
Y-your icon is many shades of awesome ( *W*)
Thanks for reading! :3 :3
(no subject) - butterflieyes on March 5th, 2009 02:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Always a Scribble, Never a Master Piece: usxuk you werent wondering?stillfindinggod on March 4th, 2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
"...and his vision is getting bleary all of a sudden, wetness on his cheeks, “why aren’t you improving at this?”" I lol'd.

Also, you have a knack for making scones sound inedible. :c!

Cute fic! <3
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:39 pm (UTC)
Only Arthur's scones, I assure you. XP

Thanks for reading! <3333333
Zean: ;w;cleartempest on March 4th, 2009 09:23 pm (UTC)
“Idiot,” France mumbles, slapping a hat onto his head.

“Idiot,” he repeats, foolishly hoping England is listening.

I found this part very France and England for some reason XD

This was so cute and funny and bittersweet! ;3; Oh my God. “Take it!” Oh my God, England alkshf;ahl
And “why aren’t you improving at this?”
XD I LOLED, Oh America.
+HiRO+: お仲良し二人さんhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:49 pm (UTC)
France is sort of like England's friend. Ally. I think. XD;; They don't get along, buuuut. France ain't gonna let England go down. ( *W*)

Ackks. England is so tsundere ashdgjkalsdf; <33333
THANKS FOR READING ALWAYS <33333333333333333333333333333333333
kuromitsukuromitsu on March 4th, 2009 09:25 pm (UTC)
*joins the "Awww" chorus* This was very nice. Oh, America. And England... why so tsundere? (All that was missing was the classic "Don't misunderstand! I didn't make these for you! I just happened to have some scones lying around at home!" :D;; )
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:54 pm (UTC)
England is tsundere when it comes to America. ;w;
(Ahahahh, I wondered for some time if it'd be a little too cliché, but in the end I just left it out... ;O:)

Thank you for reading! <333333
xiaa on March 4th, 2009 09:34 pm (UTC)
aww that was adorable!! I loved Arther's reluctance so much. so moe.
+HiRO+: お仲良し二人さんhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading~ ♥ ♥
Snowy: US/UKtsumetaitsubasa on March 4th, 2009 10:25 pm (UTC)
Aw... T-That is too sweet. <3
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 02:58 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for reading! ;W;
Kei: sad facekonishii on March 4th, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
So many good lines, some of which say so much about their characters. looove how you write their characters. You make me wibble. ;o;
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 03:05 pm (UTC)
I-I'm glad you liked it. ;w; You make me wibble, too.
subakai: Urisubakai on March 4th, 2009 11:46 pm (UTC)
Engand, England...why so moe? This just made me squee with glee, and go 'awwww' at the end.
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 03:12 pm (UTC)
Heehee, I'm glad you liked it, thanks for reading!! <33333333
Seto's Darkness: Alfred/Arthur | Tsundere!UK = ♥ | Hetalishinigami39 on March 5th, 2009 01:42 am (UTC)

I love how France-niichan is trying to push England to America;;;;;; And that Independence Day strip will always be one of my favorite Hetalia strips ♥

I hope you write more Hetalia (and US/UK/US) fics! :]

*goes off to cry in a corner*
+HiRO+: お仲良し二人さんhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 03:15 pm (UTC)

Hahahahhh, I made France's actions albeit too OOC, methinks. Eeeek;;
ASJGKHLSDF; ME TOO ME TOO I've read it so many times, but I still feel like crying every time. ;__________;

I-I try..

COME BACK!!!11!!
Thanks for reading <3333!!
haineko123: animalshaineko123 on March 5th, 2009 04:19 am (UTC)
Awwww!!!! i just finished watching Cape no.7 which made me feel sad yet warm, and your fic just made me feel so nice and fluffy and happy on the inside thank you sooo much! i feel happy!
+HiRO+: ニコニコhiroya_chan on March 5th, 2009 03:19 pm (UTC)
Hahahahh, thank you!! <333333333333