Hetalia Oneshots

Music Prank | sufin

It was a quiet and peaceful day for Tino. The sun wasn't shining, there was a blizzard raging outside, and he was reading his book, in the lounge room, entirely ignoring everything. Tino waited for his so called 'husband' under the blanket in the heating.

Apart from his 'husband', Berwald, he lived with three others. Mathias who was very loud and childish, mysterious Lukas, who lacks facial expressions and Lukas' younger brother, Emil who has a pet puffin—Mr Puffin.

Tino was dubbed as the 'wife' of Berwald. Out of all five men, he was the most feminine and the daily cleaner and cooker, occasionally receiving help from Berwald. The Finnish man was alone in the house when an icy current blew into the warm rooms, followed by shouting, choking and groaning.

"The King has arrive—ACK!"

"Stupid Dane. Now, call me big brother."

"No. I told you before, you're not my big brother."

Those three were back—Mathias, Lukas and Emil. "If you were smart enough you wouldn't wear a tie, you stupid Dane." There's Lukas, always trying to find an excuse to choke Mathias. Lukas, lacking facial expressions, was always blunt, whether it'd be anger, frustration or just plain boredom. Lukas sighed in annoyance. "Admit it, Emil, you're my little brother, call me big brother. Stop procrastinating."

"No."

"Big brother."

"Don't care."

"Big brother."

"Not listening."

"Big sister."

"You're not making any sense..."

"Just do it, Emil. Just admit that Lukas is your big brother." Emil shot daggers at the puffin perched on his shoulder. "Shut it, Puffin. I didn't ask for your opinion." Yes. Emil's puffin is a talking puffin.

For the five, this was an average day. "Where's Tino?" Mathias questioned, Lukas finally releasing his red tie. "Probably in the kitchen or reading." Came an answer from Lukas. Mathias flashed from the entrance to the living room.

"TINO!"

Tino ignored the bellow, too engrossed in his book, turning a page. "Oh god..." Lukas murmured, facepalming at the Dane. Emil glanced at his big brother, then at his puffin. Back. Forward. Back. Forward.

"TINOOOOO!"

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.

"Hey, Tino. Hey, Tino. Hey, Tino. Hey, Tino."

Poke. Poke.

"TINO!" Tino flipped another page, eyebrow slightly twitching, to which Mathias didn't notice.

Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.

"WHAT?" Tino roared, done with Mathias. His eyebrows were twitching violently and he was breathing heavily. Tino did not like to be poked, especially more than ten times.

"There he goes..." Emil stated, rolling his violet eyes. Lukas nodded in agreement. "Will he ever be quiet..." It wasn't a question it was a statement. Mr Puffin flew into the kitchen. "I'm getting some liquorish." Sneaky bird.

"You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere. Come. Back. Here." Emil snarled, making a beeline straight to his puffin. "You dare touch one piece of my liquorish I will personally use your red bow to tie you onto a roast and cook you for the bears."

As the cocky bird flew into the kitchen, the infuriated Icelandic right behind his feathers, Lukas followed, adjusting his cross-clip.

"Big brother," Lukas said monotonously, "Call me big brother."

This just made Emil more pissed. If you could compare him to an animal, he'd be a Tyrannosaurus Rex trying to scratch the itch on its back. The sight was amusing. A Norwegian chasing after Emil, annoying him, while the Icelandic boy chased a laughing Mr Puffin through the house.

If Tino wasn't lecturing Mathias, he would've recorded everything to use as blackmail. "Tino. We should prank Berwald."

"What?" Tino's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yeah. We should prank Berwald. It'd be funny," Mathias' blue eyes sparkled with mischief, "Please?"

Now, Tino has never seen Berwald surprised ever. It would be quite a sight for a different facial expression other than the 'cold' and 'intimidating' stare.

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"Okay," Mathias cheered and danced around, unaware that Tino didn't finish his sentence, "But you have to do the cleaning for two weeks."

The thrilled Dane didn't care. "YES! THANK YOU, TINO!"

This will be hilarious.

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Everything was set. Tino was knitting, play heavy metal from the headphones. Mathias was pretending to play games on his phone, to record everything and Emil and Lukas were playing Mario Kart, tension hanging around their heads like bees and a nest.

The door creaked swung open and heavy footsteps followed by grumbling came. Mathias gave Tino the signal, and in return, Tino nodded.

"I'm home." Came Berwald's deep voice. No reply. This was odd for the Swede, normally Tino would answer. "Tino?"

From the corner of Tino's violet orbs, he saw the stern-looking Swede enter the living room. Tino ignored him and kept knitting. Berwald strode closer and sat next to him. Tino still disregarded him, trying not to laugh. Berwald was becoming impatient and decided to take off Tino's Finnish flag headphones.

What Berwald heard was not of this world. Heck, it wasn't even from their dimension! His sweet, innocent 'wife' was listening music—noises that Lukas would make if he were a woman. His blue eyes were bulging with shock, his jaw dropped to the ground and he was left speechless.

"Oh, hello Berwald. I didn't see you there."

The Swede adjusted his glassed and grunted, walking up to his bedroom. Tino, Emil, Lukas and a chortling Mathias followed.

From behind a blue painted door, they could hear screams and sobs being muffled by a pillow. Mathias couldn't take it. He erupted into laughter that shook the house. The spikey-blonde hair Dane rolled and rolled, tears streaming down his face, when Lukas kicked him down the stairs.

Doink. Doink. Doink. Thud.

Emil and Mr. Puffin busted into raw laughter like Mathias, who groaned at the bottom of the stairs. "I made you laugh. Now, call me big brother."

"No."

While Emil and Lukas were on about the big brother thing and Berwald was moping, Tino shouted.

"Mathias! You still need to do the cleaning for two weeks!"

"UGH!"