natcat5

Title: Smile
Summary: What choice is better, which sin is worse, and why is there a Spanish man sitting outside his window? "Come here into my arms, 'the darkness over there is bitter'. You'll smile a little, 'the darkness over here is sweet'." Spain/Romano Vampire oneshot
Characters: Spain, Romano
Pairing: Spamano 
Rating: M 

Part 2:

Hey, I've got this great idea for a Stargate/Hetalia crossover oneshot, but I haven't watched Stargate SG-1 in forever and I can't remember the finer points of everything. I was hoping someone would be willing to do a collab fanfic with me. Anybody interested?

My most popular Hetalia oneshot on FF.net thus far. Also my last one.
Anyhoo, Canada/Netherlands(Holland) for the FIFA WORLD CUP! Woohoo!

Haha, I haven't watched a single game, and I haven't played soccer in over a year sooooo, hehe, the sports aspect of this may not be so good…..

The Netherlands, or Holland as he was sometimes called, narrowed his eyes, blinking sweat out of them as he focused on the net ahead. He drew back his leg and kicked with all his strength, sending the soccer ball flying into the net. Holland ran down the midfield line, kicking all the soccer balls that he had lined up there with complete accuracy. He ran to the last one and kicked hard, but he rose his foot awkwardly and the ball hit the top corner of the net and bounced off.

"Damn it!" he swore kicking the turf angrily.

In less than two days, his team had its game against Spain. Spain was a great team, possibly the best team, definitely with the best players. They were the fan favourite to win. The game against Uruguay was still fresh in Holland's mind, and he was working hard to iron out any and all mistakes in his game, even simple ones like missing some shots. It all had to be perfect. He had to win.

And he would win. Spain might be a 'better' team, but the Netherlands were hailed as excellent strategists, and after pouring over clips of the other games that Spain had played, Holland was confident that he had picked apart their gameplay and could crush all their plans.

But that didn't stop him from being seriously stressed out.

The Netherlands sighed and he sat down on the grass. He was really stressed. It sucked that he had given up smoking marijuana for the World Cup. He could really use a joint right now.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Holland jumped slightly and turned his head angrily, ready to confront whoever had interrupted his angsting.

His brown eyes softened and a slight smile danced around his lips as he saw who had snuck up behind him.

"Hey Canada," he said softly, with a smile.

The northern nation smiled back, wavy blonde hair tucked behind his ears and bright blue eyes sparkling warmly. He was wearing red shorts and an orange Go Netherlands! T-shirt, one arm hidden behind his back.

"I didn't know you were coming," said Holland, getting to his feet and dusting dirt and faux grass off of his legs.

Canada smiled nervously and scratched the side of his face with one hand, still keeping the other behind his back. "Weeeell, I didn't think I'd be able to. I'm not in the World Cup and I've still got to fix all the craziness with the G20…."

Holland winced. He'd heard about Canada's troubles in Toronto with the riots and the protestors. It had gotten pretty crazy in the country that was known to all as one of the most peaceful countries in the world. Well, known to those that remembered him.

"Sorry I couldn't come see you…" muttered Netherlands. "It must have been hard, your own citizens tearing one of your main cities apart-,"

"It's fine," said Canada smoothly, cutting the Dutch man off. "It was a little….frightening. And a bit embarrassing to have that happen with all the main leaders here, but it's over now, and the aftermath is being dealt with. I'm sorrier about missing the World Cup. I know how important it is to….the rest of the world."

Holland laughed at that. It really did seem like Canada was the only country not completely obsessed with the world cup, being pretty much the only major world power to not have a team in it.

"It's alright. I'm just…really glad you're here now," said the Dutch nation with a sigh, running a hand through his spiky light brown hair. Canada tilted his head slightly, looking concerned. "You're worried about your match against Spain, eh?" he said, walking forward so that he was closer to Holland. The taller man grimaced and then chuckled dryly. "Just a bit," he said sarcastically.

Canada looked at him for a few moments, before turning his head to the side, hiding a poorly concealed smile. "Well, I know you'll do great, and you'll play your hardest," said the northern nation, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear with a stray and. "Plus," Canada walked forward again "I think you'd really like the…benefits, if you won."

Holland's eyes narrowed and he looked at Canada closely. The blonde smiled, a smile that wasn't his normal 'sweet-as-syrup' Canada smile, but an 'I'm-a-thinkin'-something-horny' France smile. Holland blinked twice, before grinning back. "What kind of benefits?" he asked in a low, silky voice, grin widening as he completely closed the distance between him and the northern nation, pressing his chest against the smaller man's. Canada giggled. "It's a secret, you'll have to win to find out!" he said cheekily, winking and sticking out his tongue cutely. "But trust me when I say it's not you're everyday congratulations gift. Aaaand, I know you'll love it. It's a special gift that is something that you specifically would like."

Holland leaned his forehead down so that it touched Canada's, leering down into the blonde's face and causing him to giggle. "Can you tell me what it is now?" he asked as huskily as possible. Canada laughed and leaned upwards, kissing the Dutch man on the lips, his free hand reaching up to tangle itself in Holland's hair.

The Netherlands eyes closed and he leaned down, deepening the kiss.

And just as soon as it started, the kiss was over, as Canada drew back and skipped away with a laugh. "Noooo~! Still can't tell you!" he teased.

Holland blinked and then blushed, feeling a nosebleed coming on at the sight of his lover skipping through the grass, his cheeks flushed and blonde hair bouncing about angelically. When Canada was like that, it really got Holland's Lolita complex going.

Holland smiled, running a hand through his hair. It wasn't often that the Northern nation was so open and happy, what with him being forgotten so often. Canada was only really flirty and cute like this when he and the Netherlands were alone. Or when he'd had one of those maple cocktail things. Thenhe got really interesting.

"Alright, alright I get it. I have to win to get the surprise," said Holland gruffly, sighing with a smile. Canada stopped skipping and turned back to his lover, smiling softly. "Yep," he confirmed, walking towards the brown-haired man. "So win, okay?"

Canada brought forth the hand he had been hiding, revealing a bouquet of fresh tulips, with maple leaves wound into the center of them. Holland's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped slightly. "What…."

"You always send me tulips, and they bring colour and fortune to my nation, so I'm returning the favour, and giving you some fortune in return-, with some Canadian spirit wound in the middle," said Canada, handing the bouquet to Holland. "Good luck in the game, eh? Play as hard as you can, and win!"

The Netherlands looked at the bouquet in his hands, before taking a deep sniff of the flowers and smiling. The smell of fresh tulips, wound with the sweet smell of maple, was more calming than any marijuana.

"Thank you Canada," he said softly, leaning forward to kiss his lover, wrapping his arms around him and bringing him closer. Canada reached up to wrap his arms around Holland's neck, pressing his body against the Dutch man's.

"…Hey Canada?"

"Mhm?"

"I'm going to kick Spain's ass, so this surprise of yours better be awesome."

"….Teehee…"

I discovered that *gasp* there were only THREE fanfics with Canada and Netherland as the main couples and NONE of them were in English (on fanfiction.net. I haven't checked livejournal yet.....actually, I'm not quite sure how to browse on livejournal.....). This couple is historically and socially correct! And….the tulips! It's so cute! So now it is my mission in life to get over my Yaoi squeamishness and fill up fanfiction with Canada/Netherlands stories. TULIPSHIPPING FTW!

WHO WILL JOIN ME IN MY QUEST?

Yeah....I was going to write the sequel even though The Netherlands lost because I got such a good response but....I've neglected my other stories so much, and I've got another Hetalia oneshot running around my head, and a really awesome multichaptered story dancing around up there too....Plus I'm working.......ugh, so busy.....

Comments, anyone?

My second Hetalia fanfic, and my first starring Canada! Lol, I wrote this as a late Canada Day fic, it's so horrible, but I wanted to get something out for my country's b-day so badly......
Again, it can be found on Fanfiction.net

Canada's Secret Weapon

Canada grimaced as he was jostled by two drunk guys happily belting out the Pledge of Allegiance to the tune of 'Poker Face'. A topless girl was dancing around the top of the bar, the only thing covering her upper torso long strips of red, white and blue paint. All around the establishments people were happily singing 'God Bless America!' and genrally being exceptionally happy about the Fourth of July being tomorrow.

That's right, the Fourth of July hadn't even come yet.

Damn Americans.

Canada was here early because America had asked him to help him set up the giant house party he was throwing for himself at his mansion in Arizona, all nations invited. Canada had agreed, as he usually did when it came to America asking him things.

Never mind, that he, Canada hadn't had a party for his birthday, three days ago. Oh no, he'd just had a small get together with himself and the few nations that remembered his existence. South Korea had been the first to arrive, bringing with him pickled vegetables and plenty of enthusiasm. The little Asian nation was quite fond of Canada, and Canada enjoyed having such a happy nation to be his friend. South Korea really was a welcoming sight on those days when being constantly forgotten really got to him. Cuba had come next, a tub of ice cream in his arms, apologizing for being late. He'd then proceeded to ask what the hell America was doing at Canada's party, but both Canada and South Korea had managed to set him straight before the blonde had sustained any permanent damage. Next came Prussia, giving Canada a 'manly' hug and asking where the maple syrup was at. Canada had the sneaking suspicion that the red-eyed man had a crush on him, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions, and besides, he was sort of taken. And his girlfriend had been the next to arrive. Holland, her arms full of tulips, had flown into Canada's arms, causing them both to giggle as they gave butterfly kisses and snuggled. Canada didn't get to see Holland often, and just her being there was the best birthday gift ever. It was even worth hearing France's lewd comments, as the romantic nation had arrived with Holland and was standing in the doorway watching the proceedings with a perverted grin.

Canada's birthday had been nice, even if England forgot about it (the island nation had left a voicemail the next day saying he had been swamped with work, but Canada knew that he'd forgotten), and America stopped by after the party to wish Canada a quick happy birthday and then quickly ask if the nation could come over and help organize for the fourth of July…

Ah…America….

Canada kinda wished that his brother could have come for the party, but he knew that starting from the middle of June to July the 4th, all America had on his mind was Independence Day. Canada generally got a make-up party thrown by his brother the week following. He was used to it, and he didn't really mind.

What he did mind was being sandwiched in between raucous Americans after being dragged to a bar because his brother wanted to 'poll the people and see what they wanted at the celebrations.'

Why he was doing this the day before when there was no hope of planning, Canada didn't know. Why he was going to poll a bunch of drunk teens and college students, Canada didn't know. Why did Canada have to come? Well, that was the million dollar question wasn't it?

"Oh say can you seeeee! By the dawn's hic! By the dawn's hic! H-hey man, what comes next?"

Canada grimaced as he caught the full blast of the drunk American next to him's beer breath.

"I don't know," he muttered, wishing he could have brought Kumajirou with him to scare away these imbeciles.

"You don't know!" exclaimed the man in horror. "How can you not know America's national anthem!"

Canada sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm Canadian, that's how."

The drunk man gaped. "Y-you're Canadian? L-like lumberjacks and shit?"

Canada resisted the urge to groan. Oh god, not the stereotypes. Anything but the stereotypes! "So man, you like, must be a Mountie or something!" said the man excitedly. "No way! I'm sitting next to a Mountie!"

Take me now…

"Mr. Canadian! Mr. Canuck!"

America…where did you go? Rescue me from your stoned citizen dammit!

By this time, the drunk man had gotten a bit of a gathering of laughing, drunk men, all excited to join in and make fun of the Canadian.

"H-hey man," said the man poking Canada teasingly, "Where's your pet beaver?"

And that was when Canada snapped.

"Right here!" he spat, pulling a beaver from under the bar and placing it on the counter squarely in front of the drunk man.

Silence.

Canada grinned, the grin that he generally reserved for hockey matches. Then he whispered one word.

"Attack."

And the man's screams echoed throughout the bar.

Where did Canada get the beaver from?

The same place all Canadians keep their attack beavers when they're not in use!

Yeah, the entire fanfic was just a build up to the beaver attack.

I hope I didn't offend anyone with the Americans. The popular opinion here in Canada is that Americans around the fourth of the July are the same as Canadians during an important hockey game (we don't get like that during Canada day. Just on hockey days. And on hockey days...h'oh shit. We go wild.)

Also, I love Canada/Holland as a couple. Tulipshipping FTW! ;3

This rhetarded piece was inspired by a Molson Canadian commercial. Oh, how I love those commercials. I think they are the only things that actually make me truly proud of being a Canadian. You guys should all go youtube the 'I am Canadian' rant.

http:/ www . youtube . com/ watch? v= bpj1zgyfScM

The 'beaver attack' commercial. Just take out the spaces.