((Ketan! Pwease? I don't mind either human or deer.))

HAHA uhh I'm stealing Canada and mmm...America? I'll throw in England and ...someone else AFNANG. whoever you want Hetalia-wise whenever you're ready and GOD THESE VIRUS THINGS. SHUDDUPPPPP.

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

((FFFFF. D8))

-- Dannii <3

((Alright, I might as well use Keye, so you wanna start?))

Don't worry I can wait, just don't forget about me Like DANNII did. ^^

Okay! I'll start with Moon and Her and add Avani and Dannii when theyre ready <3

Moon:
It was raining today, again, after a few days of rain already. And though he was all for rain normally, the young stag was starting to tire of it. Ketan turned his hollow eyes to the pond, the water rippling and shimmering under the curtain of droplets. He was thirsty. He decided to leave his shelter of the Oak and go to the water to relieve his thirst.
His chocolate and golden striped pelt was soaked the minute he stepped out of the dryness, little drips dropping off his small, ebony butterfly antlers. Ketan blinked the water out of his hollow sockets, making it look like he was crying when really, he was just irritated. A lot of deer had eyes like his, though his didn't bleed. He was born with them. And somehow, he could see just fine. He never understood, but he never took it for granted. Finally, the young one made it to the Pond, dipping his pale face into the water to lap up the cold cold liquid.

---

Her:
Beautiful day, beautiful day for a cookout. And what better way to have a cookout than with your family? A blond man was busy cleaning his grill, scraping off the burnt residue from an earlier meal. The sun shown high over his head, beaming off his glasses, giving a sure sign that it was noon.
"Brother, the burgers are ready!" Another blond came to the door, almost the same glasses ascew from some sort of disorganization. Their similar blue eyes met for a second, one giving an answer, and one receiving it. The younger one held a plate of raw patties, ready to be put on the grill.
"Nice job, Canada! Give 'em here." America held out his hands, putting whatever he was using to clean the grill down.
Canada was all ready to hand over the plate, but his shoelace caught, causing him to spill forward. But by the miraculous power of sibling bonds, Canada tossed the plate upward before falling face first, and America caught it perfectly. "Nice pass." He mused.
Canada refigured himself, smoothing his longer bangs out and readjusting his glasses.
"Now I just need to give England a call..." He picked up a cell phone and pressed a button, speeddialing his older brother. An answer. "Yo Iggy! We're having a cookout, wanna come? Just us bros? Come onnnnnn, it'll be fun, Canada's here too."

KONDGO these are so UNEVEN aogknalol

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

"Japan? The hell you doing over ther-... Nevermind, that's fine. Just don't let the door hit you in the eyebrows on the way out." He hung up.
"You guys always sound like you hate each other. I'm a bit jealous you can talk that way and know you don't mean it." Canada noted, standing there awkwardly in his red hoodie, his hands shoved into the front pocket located right underneath a white maple leaf.
America smiled and patted Canada on the back, "Matty Matty Matty, you should be glad your brotherly relationship isn't like me and England's. You have a lot less bruises that way."
Canada looked down awkwardly as America dawned his apron. #1 cook... That was Alfred alright... The grill was fired up and America waited for it to be ready for the burgers. Meanwhile, the sun seemed to bother Canada enough to roll up his sleeves. He was so used to the cooler tempuratures at home that he forgot it would be warmer at his brother's.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

England pulled the phone away from his ear and to his mouth after America hung up to mutely give a vulgar reply in return to America's. He hung up himself, then, slipping his phone in his green jacket's pocket before romping back over to Japan and offering a hand to help him out of his seat. "Alfred called. He wants to kill us with his shit he calls food."
"I heard Canada's name, too," Japan blinked, taking England's hand and smoothing out his white jacket once he was upright and standing on his own. England sighed notably as he shoved each hand into each of his front pant pockets in search of his keys.
"Canada's there too and he's the only reason I'm going at all. I need to make sure he's stayed away from Francis like I told him to." In truth, he simply missed his little brother, but he didn't have the soft heart to admit that.

In time they were both pulling into America's driveway. Once the engine was cut off in the swift move of a key, England pulled it out and replaced it into his jacket, kicking his door open and hopping out to moan about how hot it was. His black car was going to soak up all of this heat but Japan said little and did his best to stay positive, simply being glad that he wasn't tested on. So far he was healthy and safe, anyway.


...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

Keye watched as the young stag seemed to fly out of the water and back in again a few steps away. Se held be from smerking or giggling at the movment but insted bendt her nose down to the water. "Why come out here? Surely you could have stayed where ever you where and drink form the rain?" She bendt her nose back down after lifting it and drank slowly fromt eh icy water around her hooves.

Moon:
Ketan watched as the doe drank from the water as well, looking around awkwardly. "I, uh.. I th-though it would be easier.." He mumbled out, jumbling over his words as usual. He looked out to the pond, studying the scenery. "I.. I don't mind the rain m-much." Ketan realized that he hadn't blinked in a while, and that his eye sockets were filled to the brim with water. He tipped his head forward, letting the water drip out in a mysterious sensation that made his spine shiver. Once the water was all gone, he returned his head to the other, "W-why are you out here?" He wondered.

---

Her:
Canada couldn't answer England in time before he ran over to America, but that was alright. He was glad he was able to hug Japan as well, knowing he was a bit more formal, but now he was sure they were on good terms with each other. He started walking back to the deck, letting Japan follow, "We're having burgers, of course. It is Alfred..." He giggled at his own comment, finally climbing back onto the deck where the other two were. And now the sun had finally gotten so irritating that he took off his hoodie, revealing a white Dunkin' Donuts T-shirt. America caught sight of this and laughed for a moment to himself.
America finally started putting the patties onto the grill, eying his older brother. "What, you think I'm gonna put rat poison in yours or something?" He smirked, finally putting the last patty onto the grill and setting his spatula down on the side.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

aoknaokdg Dannii i love your dreams XD it can be Tybalt and Merc if you want, or Clock and Danielle, or.. lolidunno I DUNNO i cant decide either D8

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

"Rat poison? That seems pretty wimpy, considering you. I was thinking more along the lines of youuu, putting a new sort of mini-bomb into my sandwhich that wouldn't set off until it was safely settled in my stomach. Somethin' like that, right?" He drove his elbow into America's ribs and laughed at himself but the second he did so was quite a foreign moment. Was he actually joking with America? A throat was cleared before he pressed his lips shut, sitting on a nearby chair and watching Canada peel off his sweater. He didn't understand what was funny about his shirt so he only cocked a brow and proceeded to cross his legs while examining his chewed nails.

Japan grinned and followed slowly after Canada, looking away as he peeled off his heavier layers of clothing before joining England on another chair. He was getting moved to remove his own jacket, but it still seemed a rash move. He decided to comment on the patties. "Those smell fabulous," he blinked.

FABULOUS. YESIKNOW I HAD TO LOL
EDIT: ALSO baw. No TybaltxMercxBen? WAHAHA. -pats Ben-

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

(*snortlolorgy* durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr GAH I DUNNO this is a decision! *calls the president* waitthatwonthelp)

America laughed along with England, rubbing his sides, "Paha, I'll have to remember that next time!" Even he found it strange that they weren't at each other's throats yet. Maybe the heat was getting to him. He turned around, spinning the newly grabbed spatula in his hand like a gunslinger, "Thanks! I whipped out my old recipe from way back when and wouldn't ya know it, I had all the right stuff just sittin' there! So why not? I mean, it's better than fast food burgers, by a long shot!" He continued to babble about his old burger recipes, how they compared to his newer ones, then where the old one originated, which somehow led to his love for cowboys, and by then nobody was listening anyway.
Canada sat in his chair happily, looking around at everyone else. He let out a small, oh!, and stood up. He walked inside for a few minutes, then came back out with a large heavy pot. He seemed to be struggling with it. America noticed, "Oh, hey, Matt, lemme help you there." It was enough to break his rambling streak at least. The two brothers set it on a burner beside the grill and turned it on.
"We're having corn on the cob too." He clapped his hands together happilybefore sitting down again.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

(AHAHAHAAAA THE POWER IS YOURS LOL)

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

((DFGKJHDTK RAKU DO YOU AGREE 8DDD))

-- Dannii <3

This was quite complicated just to free the corn from it's hide; but then again, so was farming rice. That was probably a messier job anyhow. He could do this!
He managed to get the leaves off and peel the stringy hairs free from the top as Canada did, but he was much slower, and he had quite a lot of trouble breaking off the top nob. England felt him grow frustrated enough so that he dropped his own clean cob back into the pot and helped him tear. "You need some muscle, Hon," he grinned.
Japan flushed, muttering, "It's not brawns, it's brains." The Western culture was always weird to him, but he'd never expected it to be laboring as well. He folded up the leaves and sat them on his other thigh before rolling the hairs into a ball, wondering where he was supposed to put the excess plants. England was content with just throwing them on the deck's floor but that didn't seem polite.
So he kept his garbage neatly on his lap before trying for another. This was like a rubix cube for him...

England sneered up at America. "What 'flavor'?" To make his point that America failed at cooking (although truthfully he liked it), he tossed a single leaf onto the grill and watched it burn and shrivle before it was small enough to fall through the iron bars into the coals. Not exactly smart, but it was entertaining. It made Japan wince and reconsider his jacket, however, what with the hotflash it caused.

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

Her:
Canada continued to shuck corn, studying Japan with a smile while he slowly prepared his own. At England's comment on Japan's strength, he decided to see if he could break off an end himself. Just his luck, it wasn't that hard, but then again he had been eating corn since he started hanging around America. That was a while ago. As soon as he finished another ear, he decided to go inside once more and grab a paper shopping bag. He undid the folding and stood it on the ground for Japan and England and he to throw the leaves and hairs in. That would probably make Japan AND America a bit happier.
Meanwhile, America snickered at England playfully, waving his hot steamy spatula at him after England had thrown the leaf onto the grill. "More flavor than you'll ever accomplish." He stuck his tongue out at England. Canada watched again from the background, still shucking corn with Japan, enjoying the company.

---

Dannii:
If he had known it was going to rain, Mercutio would have thought twice about going into the woods. This always seemed to happen, he was always caught in the woods late at night and it was always raining. Luckily, he remembered that day so long ago and hoped that the remnants of that day would still be standing.
And they were. The shelter that he and Tybalt had built was still there, dry as ever. He didn't expect Tybalt to be there as well at all. It caught him by complete surprise. But the rain was annoying, so he quickly took cover in it and sat across from the other, wondering if he was even awake.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

"Ah, I see you're awake." He smirked at Tybalt's failed attempt to sit up, but thought nothing of it. "Dreadful weather, eh? Seems to have caught you as well." He looked to the side where the rain spattered only inches away. He didn't bring his rapier this time, which was odd since his paranoia always told him to keep one close. Well, maybe like the other times, he wouldn't have to worry. It was just a quiant little forest outside Verona, and the rain happened to be falling. Most animals would take shelter, just like them. Mercutio took in a breath, returning his head to the front to have his gaze fall on Tybalt, but he said nothing.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Mercutio crossed his arms, as if it were cold when really he was just bored. "Well, I had no idea it was going to rain tonight, did you? Had we seen this coming, I'm sure we wouldn't have found each other here." He let out a breath, "But.. here we are." He lazily sat against his tree, resting his head against it and closing his eyes. Leave it to fate to bring them together. Mercutio found himself too tightened to really talk to the other. He couldn't seem to relax. He swallowed something invisible before dropping his head back down again, finding it uncomfortable to have it lean all the way back like that. The silence was irritating.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

((YAY DOUBLE POST))

Dannii:
The silence. It kept dragging along for what seemed like hours when it was only minutes. The rain became heavier, more deafening. Mercutio scratched at his head, trying to avoid eye contact with the other. No, this wasn't happening.. was it? That horrid yet blissful feeling in his chest. This wasn't right, or was it? Nothing made sense anymore. Maybe it never did. The only thing Mercutio knew was that he couldn't look at Tybalt, for a very strange reason. And what would his friend say? Even Romeo was caught in this bind, but at least his was just in the eyes of others. This was a bit more of a bind than Romeo's...

---

Her:
"I was thinking about it-" Before he could finish his remark, he was interrupted by Japan. Well now he felt weird, it wasn't normal for his guests to want to work. Except Latvia, but that was normal. At least England came up with an excuse for Japan's strange behavior, and he was glad to see his friend taking the proper actions for it.
Canada sat in his chair, his skinnier arms dangling listlessly over the armrests, his lazy fingers pointing to the ground. Taking off his hoodie was a good idea, he was relaxed now, and he even let his eyes droop closed for a few minutes while the others bantered about. But after a while, he took the energy and gathered up his courage to look at England, "Big brother, are you and Papa Francis still fighting?" He probably just ruined the whole day, but he wanted to know.
America turned around for a moment, pausing in his duty of flipping the patties so the other side could cook. He excluded himself from the other conversation, turning to Japan who seemed to be getting ignored now. "You've had my burgers, right Honda?" He kept a smile on his face, trying to ignore what England would possibly say.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

The Asian was quite taken aback at having a question aimed towards him for once. He was happy to turn his torso towards America and rub at his knees to ignore Canada's throat-tightening question aimed at his friend and current neighbor chair-wise. "No. I've had your hotdogs, though," he smiled sweetly, rubbing his palms across his stomach in circles as if it would keep it from whining about hunger. "I don't think you've ever had my food in return. I'm sorry, I never thought to..." Brown eyes flickered remorsefully towards his hands and he took more interest in the visible veins than keeping eye contact with America. France's name being thrown around didn't help at all, either; they'd swapped recipes and he had been kind for once. That wasn't a very sunny goodbye, either. He still dwelled on that.

Canada's voice caused England to stir so that he turned his gaze towards his brother, eyes wide with wonder as to how he could catch on to things so quickly. For just a second he felt sorry for the kid, having to watch his older brother take it out on France and ready with an excuse for everything he did. His gaze flickered to multiple other things about the deck before he finally turned back to Canada. "When aren't we?" And then he remembered the last time he'd been with France. His brows creased in a parental manner as he sat up and stared Canada down hard. "Please tell me you haven't seen him since I saw you last," he whispered. Despite his sharp expression his green eyes showed worry and sympathy.

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

He tried to stop staring at the other man, tried to form a sentence that wouldn't come across as foolish or insensitive or strange. Failing the first and not daring to try the second, Tybalt quietly moved so that he was sitting beside Mercutio, their shoulders pressed against eachother. It all seemed to be going terribly, terribly wrong.
And it hurt.
"Tell me." He said quietly, one knee bent while the other leg was straight. His hands were clasped across his stomach. "...Please."

-- Dannii <3

Dannii:
Mercutio stared at the other man as he fumbled his way over to him, sitting next to him. This was very different, but for some reason he felt slightly comforted. He looked around a bit, then took in a breath, "It seems... the gods have tricked me. I'd never thought a heart such as mine would fall for someone. Much less..." He stopped himself there. "I.. can't seem to keep my thoughts straight..." And he couldn't, he couldn't bear look at the one sitting right next to him, so close that they were touching. Tybalt was the last person he wanted to share this with, but it would possibly turn out for the better.

---

Her:
America looked at Japan blankly, wondering why he came over here. Then he remembered the hand waving, "Oh, oh, no, I wasn't... I didn't mean to call you up here, it was just a gesture." America blushed slightly, that was a bit awkward. He didn't understand his eastern friend sometimes, but that was to be expected. He took the spatula again, turning up the patties slightly to see if the side was cooked yet. He flipped a few and left a few, still enjoying what he was doing.

Canada cringed at England's sudden use of foul language, though he wasn't surprised. He kept staring down at his hands, "I know you can't.. be friends, but.. that doesn't mean you have to fight, eh?..." Canada wasn't used to all this rivalry. He wondered how some people could bear through it. "Look.. I know I probably shouldn't like him anymore. But.. after all he's done to take care of me, a scint like that isn't gonna change my mind much..." He shrugged, pushing his glasses back to his face after letting them slip from staring downward so much. This had been the first time he really talked to England in a while, and he wished it would have been on a better note. But things needed to be cleared away, and he knew that more than anyone probably. He didn't know the next time he would see England again outside the World Conference. And that was no place to talk about personal relations or lack thereof.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

England wasn't used to Canada sounding so sure of himself, so grown up. Quite frankly, the sweat and that tone combined didn't mix right.
He stood abrubtly with clenched fists. "Goddammit--it's all an act, Matt! He's acting nice! He was acting innocent and then he's shirtless over the top of you! You can't think he's really as good as you view him, can you? No one see's my own point of view; he's a whore and everyone thinks I'm wrong!
"...I don't."
The fuming male stood erect and straight out of shock, blinking blankly at Japan. At this look, Japan knew he was to explain himself, to say why he agreed, but he couldn't. His views about France were mixed and adding that with the utter embarassment of having read America's gestures wrongly, he stole back to his chair and returned to staring off and letting the whole thing drop on his part. At least the interuption gave England time to actually breath.
It was too late to take back what he'd said, but he did regret it. Canada never took lightly to being yelled at. Japan even rested his cheek against his knuckles while trying to hide the fact that he was progressively blinking faster while refusing to sniff.

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.