Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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part 15

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Thank you for your comments, kind anons, and I'm glad OP likes it. *bows* =3

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Right now

Japan sighed. Somehow, somehow, everyone in their little tour group had managed to get separated. He wasn’t even sure how it happened. One moment they were all following him down the street and then...not.

He was nearly positive he had seen America-san, with England-san hurrying after him, go running down a side street in pursuit of a black motorcycle. Japan didn’t even attempt to explain this, simply noting it “as expected of America-san”.

And he had a fairly good idea where France-san might have gotten to, but he didn’t particularly want to think about it. France-san could find his own way back.

China, if Japan knew him at all, was probably wandering about somewhere, unconcerned, and would turn up eventually.

Russia-san, however, seemed to have just vanished, despite his monstrous size. He didn’t know how the man had managed it. Japan had a vague sense of impending doom at the thought of Russia-san, grinning and kolkolkolkol-ing, loose among his people.

Japan supposed he couldn’t just leave them there and go back home. And, resignedly, he knew he wouldn’t be able to find the rest of them on his own. He had already spent ten minutes searching, without a trace.

Japan sighed. He did know someone whom he could go to, but he got the funny feeling he was going to regret it...

He headed off toward Shinjuku at a brisk pace, not noticing the crashing noises coming from a couple streets over.

5 minutes ago

There were three people who stood out like beacons on the crowded street.

Two of them because America and England were quite obviously foreigners, and they were arguing quite loudly, along the lines of “This is all your fault, you prat!” “Is not!” “Is too!”

Also, America was holding a can of some soft drink and talking through a mouth full of hamburger.

One because, to those who didn’t know of him, he was wearing a bartender’s suit and sunglasses that sharply contrasted with the suits, casual clothes, and school uniforms of other people in the street.

For those who did know of him, it was because he was Heiwajima Shizuo, the strongest man in Ikebukuro.

He was carrying a briefcase and lounging against a building, looking bored.

“Ah, so annoying. So annoying...why do they have to argue where other people can overhear, huh? Hah? What’s up with those two, shouting so the whole street can hear? Annoying, annoying, so annoying...”

He began a muttered chorus of “Annoying annoying annoying annoying” under his breath, despite the fact that his constant rampages caused much more disruption than a pair of obnoxious foreigners.

Shizuo’s boss came out from a building nearby, and Shizuo straightened, his face falling back into an indifferent expression.

“Ah, Mr. Tom. Any luck?”

“Nope, no one there, let’s go to the next location.”

“Yup.”

They continued to walk down the street at a leisurely pace, when they passed the two foreigners.

And that was when America’s hand gesturing wildly and clutching the can of soft drink, came in direct contact with Shizuo’s face, upending the can all over his clothes.

America turned. “Woah, dude, I’m sorry! You okay? Man, I’m really sorry about that!”

Shizuo didn’t address the young man in front of him. He simply murmured “My clothes...my clothes that my brother gave me...”

Tom, noticing a tell-tale vein pop in Shizuo’s forehead, swiftly retreated to a safe distance.

There was a ominous creakkk as Shizuo’s hand closed around a stop sign.

“YOU SCUM HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY CLOTHES!!!”

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It begins. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to writing the later parts...especially the ones with Russia...and Canada...