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A disappointed sigh left you as you walked out of the local animal shelter empty-handed for the third time in a month. A little over a month ago you’d decided to get a pet and settled on getting a dog. But pet stores were so expensive and it would be more rewarding to take home an animal that needed a second chance. So ever since you’d made the decision, you’d been stopping in the shelters in your area in the hopes of finding a companion. But as cute as many of the dogs were, you couldn’t connect with any of them. None of them had managed to take your heart hostage, and that’s kinda what you were hoping for, as silly as it may sound.

But you weren’t one to give up! You would keep looking until you found the dog that was perfect for you!

Now feeling a little better, you entered your apartment and went into your bedroom to start up your laptop. Maybe you could find some more shelters to look at or see if any of the ones you’d visited had gotten any new rescues in.

You were so wrapped up in your internet search that you failed to notice the large form creeping up behind you from the hallway. A low growl made its way to your ears and you froze. What the hell was that? Did you leave the front door open and a wild animal got in?

Trying not to shake, you slowly started turning to see whatever was behind you. Your movement was halted by the thing rushing at you and tackling you to the floor. You screamed and started trying to push it off but stopped when you realized it was nuzzling its head into your neck.

“You’re so soft~,” a voice cooed into your ear as you lay there in complete shock.

“What the hell?!” you shouted, lurching up and sending the thing onto its butt. And it whimpered.

“Dudette! Not cool!” was the whiney response to your outburst. But you ignored that in favor of examining your unexpected guest. And surprised didn’t even begin to cover the feelings you were experiencing.

“HOLY SHIT YOU’RE AMERICA BUT YOU HAVE LIKE DOG EARS AND A TAIL AND WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON ANYMORE AM I EVEN ALIVE HOW DID THIS HAPPEN OH MY GOD YOU’RE NOT WEARING A SHIRT EITHER THAT IS WAY TOO MUCH TO HANDLE RIGHT NOW I AM JUST SO FULL OF NOPE I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF!!”

Ameri-dog just titled his head to the side cutely and laughed.

“Haha, you’re pretty funny, dudette. I like you.”

“……….” You almost fainted.


--Baby Timeskip—


Alfred, as he insisted you call him, had just explained how he had come from a parallel Hetalia world where the countries are still human for the most part but also have some physical features of animals. At the very least, your mind was completely blown right now. That Hetalia even existed in the first place, let alone had parallel worlds, was something you were still trying to wrap your mind around.

“Ok, ok. So you’re still exactly the same as the original America, only you have ears.”

“And a tail.”

“…Right.”

“BUT I’M STILL THE HERO!!” he shouted, lunging forward to wrap his arms around your waist, an act he would not stop doing not matter what you said. You just sighed and shifted until you were comfortable, weirded out by the fact that you had gotten used to this so quickly.

“So how are you going to get back?” you asked, resisting the urge to scratch his ears.

“Man, I don’t know. I don’t even know how I got here in the first place.”

“I see.”

“But I can totally live with you!”

“What?! You can’t just decide things like that without my permission!”

“But I’d be an awesome guard dog!”

“You’re still a person!”

“PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE!” And that was the moment you witnessed the most perfect puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. So of course you agreed.


--Timeskip—


“(NAME), (NAME), (NAME)! THERE ARE SQUIRRELS IN YOUR BACKYARD!! LET ME GO GET THEM FOR YOU!!”

“ALFRED, IF YOU DO NOT STOP SMASHING YOUR FACE INTO MY WINDOW, YOU AREN’T GETTING HAMBURGERS FOR A MONTH!!”

“NOOOOOO, I’LL BE GOOD, I SWEAR!”

Just another day with your housemate.

As it turned out, Alfred was more like a dog than he’d let on. He loved chasing small animals and even ran after a car that drove by your house during the first week he’d been here. You quickly taught him that that wasn’t okay and that he couldn’t go running around letting his ears and tail show. Ever since then, he’d mastered the art of tucking his tail into his pants and always wore a hat when he went out.

You loved having Alfred live with you; it really was just like having a dog. He always wanted to cuddle and freaked out about how much he missed you whenever you left. The only downside? You went through food and window cleaner like nobody’s business now.

A heavy weight latched onto your left leg as you entered the kitchen and you looked down to see Alfred’s arms wrapped around your calf like it was a lifesaver.

“Yes, Al?”

“C-can we have hamburgers?” he sniffled, threatening to break out the puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but you’re helping me make them.”

“Alright!” he cheered, shooting up and lifting you up to twirl you in a circle.

“Al!” you laughingly protested. “They’re just burgers!”

“No! They’re your burgers!” he said, rubbing his cheek on yours. “And that makes them a hundred million times more awesome!” You laughed again and squirmed out of his arms, going to the freezer to get the meat out. Alfred practically drooled as he followed you.

“I’m glad you hold my cooking in such high regards, but it’s frozen burger meat. I just stick it on the grill or in the broiler.”

“But you make them with love and that makes them special!”

“You’re just being silly now.” Alfred pouted as he trailed close behind you, waiting for you to tell him what to do. You smiled back at him and patted his cheek.

“Thank you for the compliment, Al. Now get the condiments you want and put them on the counter.” He immediately perked up and bounded over to the fridge, pulling out anything he thought would taste good. You tried not to gag as you watched him pull out almost everything. There was the usual stuff like ketchup, mustard, mayo, and relish. But then he started taking out chocolate sauce, marshmallow fluff, anchovies, and even…

“Oh gross,” you grimaced, eyeing the bottle of Triple Atomic wing sauce.

“What?” Al asked.

“You must have a steel stomach to be able to eat that and not die,” you said, keeping an eye on the stuff like it was a wild animal.

“What are you talking about? This stuff isn’t that hot.”

“No, Al, that’s just…That is not okay.”

“So…you don’t like hot things?”

“Not really, no.”

“……So do you not like me?”

“W-what??”

“You told me one time that I’d have girls all over me if I wasn’t careful because I’m hot. And you don’t like hot things. So…you must not like me.” His ears and tail drooped as he finished stating his thoughts, clearly upset by this idea. You felt guilty but surprised that he was being so dense.

“Al, I don’t like hot food. I never said I didn’t like you.”

“…Really?”

“I like you a lot, Al.”

“Great!” he cried, running over and hugging you again. “Cause I love you, (Name)!”

“Y-you do?” you stuttered, blushing bright red.

“Uh-huh! Even more than hamburgers!” You gaped up at him. He must be really serious if he thought you were better than his beloved burgers.

“I love you too, Al,” you said quietly, feeling shy all of a sudden. Alfred just grinned and leaned down to press a light kiss to your lips.

This was way better than having a dog.
So I do believe this is my first story where the country isn't just a person. Whee! Sorry for the lame outburst I added. I've been on Tumblr all day.

If you haven't read the Intro, here is the link. [link]

If you go to the Intro, the links to the other countries' stories will be there. You can also check to see which countries have already been requested and add a comment with a country you'd like to see, if they haven't already been asked for. Please go to the Intro to make your requests.

Also, I have now decided to make an "offshoot series" for the sequels to these CIRL chapters. [link] There is the Intro chapter. Please make requests for sequels there.

I don't own Hetalia or America.
You belong to :iconamericashhhplz: this crazy kid right here.
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:iconmace062801:
Mace062801 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014
Well I get America and a dog for a price of one
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xXFABUXx Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014
*for free
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Mace062801 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014
Yep
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WholeWheatHoneyOat Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2014
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *^_^* *^_^* *^_^* *^_^* *^_^* *^_^* *^_^*

This story is sooooo Cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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lilymath Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2013
I LOVE IT :D
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Konakona321 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
:iconzukofaintplz: Oh...my...glob..
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Taco1up Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2013
I had a meltdown in the beginning xD that is a true reaction when a guy with dog ears attacks you!
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DreamingHetalia101 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Marshmellow fluff.......and Nutella (even though you didn't mention it)........the best combination ever~ :iconyummyplz:
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Hinatathebloom1 Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2013
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww so cute ^w^
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KillingKarma402 Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Because Ameri-can. He always can. Hes the hero
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