Nya everyone! My internet totally conked out again (Stupid comcast!!!!!!) So I thought I would start my new fanfic tonight instead of the next day...or the day after that....XDD Although I wont have this chappy up untill Tuesday afternoon....OH WELLS! (And you people totally dont care about this ramble! Time doesnt matter!)
Moving on!
This will be my FIRST Axis Powers Hetalia fanfic, so PLEASE dont kill me if the characters seem to OOC! . Since I was upset to find there was only 3 pages for the RussiaXAmerica pairing (My 2nd fave) I decided to help add to the list! WOOT! I hope you enjoy!
The Summary- Its Christmas time and Alfreds brother decides to drag him to Russia for the holidays. As if spending time in that evil country wasnt enough, Matthew signs Alfred up for skiing lessons! The problem? His instructor is a physcho who tries to kill him every chance he gets!
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Chapter One- Why the Hero?
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"Mattie....?"
"Yes Al?"
"Why the hell does it look like a tornado went through my room?"
Alfred F. Jones stared in numb horror just outside his room at the thrown-about cloths, ransacked drawers, and the two huge red suitcases open on his bed. He heard his brother, Matthew, shuffle over slowly.
"Uhhh....Thats because we are going to Russia for the Christmas!" Matthew replied with a cheerfull, but wary, smile.
"Mattie!" Alfred sputtered, "They dont even celebrate Christmas!"
Matthews fac fell.
"And!" Alfred continued, "And they are commies!"
"But brother..." Matthew gave his brother his famous kicked-puppy look.
"Awww Mattie!" Alfred whined out.
Matthew smiled innocently.
"Fine! But I'm going to take my gun!"
"And how do you expect to take that through security at the airport?"
"Uhh" Alfred stopped walking towards one of his drawers and pouted.
"They have to let the hero have a gun!"
Matthew rolled his eyes at his brother.
"Rigggghhtttt Al! Just because you self-proclaim you are America itself, doesnt mean they will let you bypass security."
Alfred huffed out in agitation then turned back towards his brother.
"So Mattie, when do we leave to my own personal hell?"
Matthew scowled at his brother.
"Tommorow morning, at ten o'clock."
"What the hell!?"
Matthew grimced slightly. He knew his brother always slept in. He never saw him in the kitchen till at least eleven-thirty.
"Sorry brother! There was another flight-" Matthew began timidly.
"And why the fries did you not choose THAT one!?"
"It was at six am."
Alfred glared at his brother before muttering, "Whatever."
"I will let you pack now. Remember to pack winter wear...-" Matthew began, then looked over at Alfred, "And NO guns!"
"Fuck." Alfred unveiled two guns he was trying to stash in one of his jackets.
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Alfred was running for his life. Behind him was hundreds upon hundreds of zombies. Each one ran fast as he did though. When the fuck did zombies speed up? Oh yea! Resistance.1 Wait a minute...they were actually aliens! Alfred whimpered and pushed on foward. He was weaving his way through the back alleys of New York city. Suddenly a figure leaped in front of him and Alfred skidded to a halt.
"Al.....You have to go to Russia!" His brother Matthew stood blocking his path, hands outstretched and mouth gaping open. Blood poured from his eyes.
"AUGHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Alfred shot up from his bed, sweat poured from his body and his hands were shaking uncontrolably. Loud footsteps were heard racing down the hallway and suddenly his brother burst through the door. His face flushed and still in his bear-print pajamas.
"Whats wrong Al!?"
Alfred looked at his brother who was panting heavily and burst out laughing. Matthew curled his fists and glared at Alfred.
"Whats so funny Al!?"
"Ha ha! I'm sorry Mattie! Just your face, its so funny!" Alfred lost his smile, however, when Matthew came stomping over and started punching him in the arm.
"Ouch! Stop that Mattie! You dont hit the hero!"
"I am and always will if you dont stop making fun of me!"
"Okay, okay! Jeesh...." Alfred rubbed his arm and pouted at Matthew.
Suddenly Alfred sat up a bit more and sniffed the air. It smelled like delicious pancakes! And was that syrup? Matthew noticed this and broke into a small smile.
"Hurry and get dressed. I had just finished breakfast when you started screaming like a girl."
Alfred snapped out of his dream gaze.
"I WAS NOT!"
Alfred tried to sock his brother in the stomache but Matthew just twirled around and ran out of his room and down the hallway.
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Alfred stared out of airplane window at the tall buildings of New York. His brother next to him was quietly reading a book- The Dummys Guide to Russian, oblivious of Alfreds constant scowl. They had finished breakfast and last minute packing and left fine. The complications started when Alfred and his brother arrived at the airport-
"Get out of the car Al!"
"No! You cant make me! I'm not going to that un-american god-forsaken place!"
"Get OUT! " Matthew then ripped at the car door so hard that the door handle broke.
If that wasnt bad enough, next came the security check-point. Lets just say Alfred was held in lockdown for a hour and a half before he was allowed to pull out his CIA badge to prove that he was allowed to own guns.
Luckily Matthew insisted they get to the airport four hours ahead of the flight.
"Five minutes till take off! Please make sure all luggage is secure and that your trays are in the upright posistion!" A young flight attendant pepped out from the front.
If he was gonna make a break for it, now would be the time. Alfred glanced at his brother, still obsorved into his book, then gave a sigh. He couldnt do it. He wouldnt let Mattie down again.
"Godammit" Matthew looked up at Alfreds remark and grinned.
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Finally after a long nine and a half hours and a distance of 4676 miles, Alfred and Matthew arrived in Moscow, Russia. Sadly they had to take a connecting flight to Mineralyne Vody. From there they took a four-hour car ride to a small village called Terskol. 2
"THANK THE BURGERS YES!" Alfred ran from the hotel bedroom door and threw himself on the bed.
Matthew dropped their stuff by the door, and made his way to the other bed and sat down on the edge. He looked at Alfred and giggled. His brother was white as a sheet.
"Hmpgfff hmmpfg hmm!" Alfred muffled from his pillow.
"What was that Al?" Matthew asked with a tired smile. The trip took a toll on him. They were gonna be so jet-lagged.
"I said-" Alfred rasped out as he picked himself up into a sitting posistion, "dont make fun of my plane-sickness."
"And who wanted to be a fighter pilot when we were young...?" Matthew asked.
"Shut up, maple boy."
Then Alfred lay down again and conked out. Matthew decided he should get some sleep as well....after all, the start of their lessons were tommorow.
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Whew! IM DONE WITH THE FIRST CHAPPY! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X33
So...what did you guys think? . Did it catch your interest!?
1- Resistance is a PS3 game if you didnt know. Its a first person shooter and is set in England! Woot! I highly reccomend it! (Yes...girls can like shooter games! XD)
2- I hope you people are happy! I did research to find this stuff out! And I will have to do more in the future....sigh. (First fanfic I have had to do research)
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