Hetalia Axis-Powers: America's Independence Day!

Reads: 259  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's another meeting for all of the nations and countries! But today in the boardroom they're going to get a surprise! IT'S AMERICA'S BIRTHDAY!

Submitted: July 05, 2011

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 05, 2011



Today in za Boardroom, we were taking roll as usual, and finally we got to the last person on roll.

“I’m here Germany!” Came the little squeally voice of Italy.

“Yes, I know Italy, you rode with me here! There’s still someone missing though! Who’s not here!?”

“I’m here.” Came an unknown voice.

“Come on! Speak up! I don’t have all day!” Yelled Germany in his usual angery tone.

“But I am here...Why doesn’t anyone notice me?”

“WHO ARE YOU!?” asked a little bear, to the unknown man.

“I’M CANADA! We’ve been over this...”

“Still don’t know who that is...” said the bear.

“Come on now! We need to start! Who’s not here!?” Yelled Germany.

“Well Germany, if we’re on break can I make a some Pasta.” German interrupted Italy.


“Can I still make Pasta?” Italy asked, eyes big and shiney. Germany rubbed his forehead.

“No, Italy...NO PASTA!” He yelled again.

“Ok, Ok...no Pasta.” Italy said crying. Loud obnoxious footsteps could be heard running towards the boardroom, which could only mean one thing.

The door swung open and fireworks went off behind the man standing there.

"It's my independence day! The day I became a country!!! It's my birthday!!!!" America screamed.

“Ohhhhhhh well happy birthday America I should make you some of my special pasta, but only if you promise not to hurt me, I will probably just retreat after I give you the pasta." Italy rambled on.

“NO ITALY! DON’T KISS UP TO AMERICA!!! I SAID NO PASTA!” Germany yelled over Italy.

“I don’t want pasta anyway! In my country, we grill!” A scene started to unfold.

“We Grill lots of hamburgers and hotdogs!” A yellow backdrop with hotdogs and hamburgers raining down came into play.

“Ohhh Zat sounds amazing, Oh America let me be a part of your country!!! hunh hunh hunh hunh.” Came the flamboyant response of France.

“What no way dude!” More fireworks dispensed.

“Goodness America, put out za fireworks, you’re going to burn za whole place down!”

“Calm down Germany, seriously dude. Fireworks are just all apart of the celebration!”

“In my country, we light candles and put them under lanterns and set them flying above our heads.” Came the quiet voice of Japan.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!!!!” Yelled Germany.

“Do you want some pasta?” Germany flung his head toward Italy.

“NO!!!!!!!!!! NO PASTA!! Now, I still feel like someone’s missing...”

“I really am right here.” An unknown voice said.

“Yeah, we still don’t know who you are.” The bear on the man’s lap said.

“I told you, I’m Canada.”

“C’mon Germany, it’s my birthday! Let’s do something fun! Let’s throw a party!” More fireworks shot out from behind him and hovered over America’s head.

“If you think I’m going to throw you a party, YOU’RE CRAZY!!!!!! THIS MEETING IS OVER!!!!! C’mon Italy!”

“You guys are just jealous that you don’t have your own independence days!!!!!”

“HUNH HUNH HUNH!!! You are right, We are very jealous, take me with you!”


“You idiot! We do have our own independence days!”

“Well you’re just jealous cause it’s not as cool as mine!” America left slamming the door.”

“Germany, how rude, it’s his birthday!” France yelled.

“UGH, c’mon Italy, we’re leaving.” Germany said heading for the door.

“Ok, coming right away Germany!” Germany left the room.

“Hasta la pasta everyone!” Italy left.

“What did I miss?” Greece asked waking up finally.




© Copyright 2020 Harmony Grace. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

More Fan Fiction Short Stories