My Little Hetalia: FACE Family

by nobody_in_particular

Finding Canada (who?)

“When I look into all of your stupid faces, I think of how fun it will be to pound them into dust.” -Russia
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England stood up, shaking the dirt off of his coat. “All right then.” he said decisively. “We’ll go look for Matthew. He couldn’t have gotten far. We just have to blend in with the crowd. And if anyone asks, we’re just two men going out for a walk with our son. Follow me, chaps.” He started towards town, leaving France and America.

France groaned and rolled his eyes. “You know, Amerique, sometimes Angleterre moves much too fast for me.”

“Maybe because you’re an old man, frog.”

They looked up and saw that England hadn’t gone more and a few feet. France narrowed his eyes and ran after him. “I am not an old man!’

America sighed and rose to his legs, feeling very unaccustomed to walking on four legs. He started slowly after his parents, because if he went any faster he would have tripped and ran the risk of accidentally breaking Texas, his beloved glasses.
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As the three stallions walked though town, America stared at the ground and France at the surrounding buildings, while England happily smiled at the other ponies that were out and about.

“I told you this would work,” England whispered to France through his fake smile.

They passed by a little restaurant with mushroom tables outside so ponies could eat in the sun. Sitting at one was a purple pony with wings and a horn. She was reading a large book and had her face so close to it that her nose was almost touching the parchment. Across from her was a small purple dragon who was inspecting a red crystal before popping it in his mouth. He had a large bowl in front of him filled with all different colors of gems.

As they passed the purple pony looked up from her book and watched them with interest. Just before they were out of sight the pony galloped up next to them.

“Hi there!” she greeted with a cheerful smile. “I haven’t seen you in Ponyville before. Are you new?”

“Nice job blending in, mon cher.” France said, accidentally on purpose forgetting to whisper. England glared at him angrily.

“If you don’t mind, Francey-Pants, I’ll do the talking.” He turned his head back to the pony. “Hello there, Miss. We actually are not from here, but we are in the neighborhood today to…um,” he stuttered nervously.

America rolled his eyes at Britain. “We’re trying to find my twin brother Matthew.” he blurted out. He flinched as France smacked him upside his head.

“Alfred, this will only lead to more questions.” France scolded. “And I don’t know how many more excuses Angleterre can come up with today.”

England snapped his head around, a deep scowl etched in his face. “For your information, frog, they are not excuses. I am simply giving this nice woman a very watered-down version of what we are doing.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem saying lies about Germany, even to Feli’s face.”

“You were the one who convinced me to do it!”

America groaned in annoyance, knowing of something didn’t change he’d be stuck there all day listening to his parents argue.

The mare wasn’t even paying attention to them anymore. She stood there with a hoof under her chin and her nose scrunched up slightly, thinking deeply.

“You know,” she said suddenly, quieting the two men. “I did see a stallion who looked exactly like your boy here walking through town with my close friend Fluttershy. Same coat and mane, same glasses…Different eyes, though. He also had a big white bear with him.”

“Yes! That’s him! Do you have any idea where he might be?” England asked frantically.

The mare thought for a moment before answering. “It looked like they were on their way to Fluttershy’s cottage. It’s straight ahead, not very far. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you, Mademoiselle,” France said appreciatively.

The mare blushed lightly before nodding. “You’re welcome. No need to be formal, though. You can call me Twilight.”
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Spike looked up from his bowl of crystals and saw Twilight talking to a trio of stallions he had never seen or met before. He ran over just as the three were leaving.

“Who were they?” he asked curiously. “I’ve never seen them in Ponyville before.”

Twilight looked over at him. “They’re from another town, trying to find their son. Gosh, I hope they can find him. That would be horrible if they never found him.” she said with a worried expression.

She sighed softly before turning around. “Well, if the missing stallion is with Fluttershy then I think he’s alright. It’s not often that ponies go missing, unless there’s some kind of national emergency.”

Spike looked up at her with interest. “Where did they say they were from?” he asked.

Twilight paused for a moment. “I don’t think they did. That’s strange.” She looked back at their taken exit. “I could’ve sworn they said… something.” Her pause was caused by her eyes momentarily turning red.

After they had faded back to their natural hue of deep violet, Twilight blinked a few times before looking down at her dragon friend.

“Oh, hey Spike! When did you get here?” she asked with a smile.

“Twilight...” Spike started before trailing off and deciding it would be best not to say anything that would surely end up in an argument.

“Anyhow, we have to get back to the castle-it’s reshelving day!”

“But the last reshelving day was three days ago,” Spike grumbled, reluctantly following his caretaker.

“What was that, Spike?” Twilight asked, still talking in an oblivious voice.

“Nothing.” he groaned and let his feet drag against the dirt as he walked. His shoulders were hunched over and his eyes were cat downwards. It was the perfect picture of defeat.

“Enjoy this sunshine, Spike. It’ll be a few days before you get it again,” Twilight said with a short giggle.

Spike bit his lip as he thought of ways to slip out of the castle without Twilight noticing.

*Time skip brought to you by Italy-Cat. Ve~!!*

“Dad, we’ve been walking for, like, forever!” Alfred groaned. “I mean, how far out is this girl’s house, anyway? Maybe we should ask for directions.”

Arthur sighed in annoyance at his youngest son. “Al, it’s been five minutes. I think you can stand five more. Besides if you got exercise more often and laid off on the burgers you’d be fine.”

“Lay off on the burgers?” Alfred asked in a tone that suggested Arthur had told him to go jump off of a cliff. “Dude, I could never!”

“And that’s only one of your problems,” England mumbled. “And trust me, there are many.” He ignored the soft tap on the shoulder from France.

“Angleterre,” he said quietly, not wishing to anger to country further.

England and America ignored him, continuing to bicker.

“Hey, whaddaya mean one of my problems? I have no problems!”

“Other problems? What about your bloody healthcare?” England snapped.

“Angleterre,” France said again, this time louder.

“Bro, that’s harsh, even for you. I mean, busting on another bro’s healthcare? That’s just cold,” America said, shaking his head sadly.

“Honestly, America, can’t you speak the Queen’s English like I taught you?” England sighed, starting to feel a headache forming over his left eye.

“ARTHUR!” France screamed in his ear, making England slap him-hard.

“What in God’s name was that for!” he cried angrily.

“I found the place,” France said in a normal tone, motioning to a small cottage with a stream in front. There were squirrels and bunnies and hummingbirds lounging on the lawn, climbing up trees and just doing whatever. Small clusters of pink and blue butterflies fluttered around in the air.

“Oh,” Arthur said before starting towards it.

While France and England were walking at a reasonable pace, America ran right up to the door shouting, “I’ll save you Mattie!”

He reared up on his front legs and kicked the door down, making Fluttershy jump under the table she and Canada were sitting at.

America spotted his brother and ran over to him, flinging his hooves around his twin’s neck. “Mattie, you’re okay.” he said, sounding like he was about to burst into happy tears.

“Alfred Jones, what the hell do you think you’re doing, knocking down an innocent pony’s door!?” England stood in the doorway, fuming at his son.

By the time Arthur had reached the door, Francis and Alfred were already with Matthew, hugging him tight.

Canada smiled happily, amazed that they had actually remembered him. As much as he was loving the attention, he shook them of and lifted up the tablecloth.

Fluttershy sat curled up in a quivering ball, eyes wide with fear.

“It’s okay, Flutters.” Canada reassured her. “They’re just my family. They don’t bite.”

France gave a sultry smile. “I will, but only if you want me to.” he said, followed by his obnoxious laugh. That earned a punch in the shoulder from England.

“Arthur, that hurt.” France pouted, holding his hoof to the injured area.

“Oh, shut it frog. We have no time for your perverted side-comments.”

“They’re French endearments, non?”

“No.” England said, eyeing France suspiciously.

“Hey, who are you guys?” a voice asked.

The five ponies turned their heads to see Kumajiro sitting on the ground, eating a pancake that he had pulled out of seemingly nowhere.

Canada rolled his eyes. “We’re your family, Kuma.”

The polar bear cocked his head to the side. “Really?”

Author's Note:

Sorry for the super long delay. I was doing really important stuff *coughcoughFrUK shippingcough* I promise the next chapter will be up faster. Get the translations below!

Amerique: America
Angleterre: England
Mademoiselle: miss
mon cher: my dear
non: no

Comments

[nobody_in_particular]

7467630 oh it's going somewhere ;) don't you worry

[goombanatti]

“When I look into all of your stupid faces, I think of how fun it will be to pound them into dust.” -Russia ----------------------------- England stood up, shaking the dirt off of his coat. “All right then.” he said decisively. “We’ll go look for Matthew. He couldn’t have gotten far. We just have to blend in with the crowd. And if anyone asks, we’re just two men going out for a walk with our son. Follow me, chaps.” He started towards town, leaving France and America.

russia is best country