Well I just thought I might do something for thanksgiving... So i came up with this story... don't know if I will be able to finish it by the end of the day but hey, I just love time limits! haha. and sorry it's so short!
Title: Alfred's thanksgiving Hunt
Rating: K+
Warning: bad language, Hunting turkey... or rather Alfred getting hunted by a turkey... Oh and Character names are used instead of countries
Summery: Alfred decides to "hunt" for his turkey, but it isn't as easy as it sounds...
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, nor the holiday... or turkey's! lol
It's that time of year, a time of year that you give thanks for all who have shaped who one is in this very day in age…. And hell, eat some turkey!
At the thought of turkey, Alfred decides to get ready and hunt for some turkey the way his people did before him. He dashes to his closet, picks out a long sleeved red and white checkered collared shirt, some faded blue overalls, and his Timberland boots. He puts on his hunter clothing, it practically made him look like a lumberjack then anything else but he didn't care, because he's the hottest lumberjack around.
'Time to get me some turkey!' Alfred thinks as he heads down stairs and to his backyard, he grabs his 12 gauge shotgun from his shed near his garden and sees Tony picking out lettuce.
"Morning Tony! I'll be back in a bit, imma go turkey hunting!" Alfred holds up his shotgun and smiles, Tony just stares for a bit and resumes his work, "okay then see ya!" and with that Alfred heads to the woods.
He checks his watch '8:27a.m', he has a long day ahead of him, but damn he's gonna make the best of it and catch himself a prize for effort.
He climbs over muddy hills, trying to step carefully as to not get his boots too dirty, and stomps on every twig in his way, pushing every low tree branch that threatened his hair until he heard what he wanted to hear...
"gobble, gobble…"
Alfred stops, only now realizing how much he's been sweating, panting. He wipes off the sweat rolling down his forehead off with his sleeves. it didn't bother to him much, what mattered was the noise coming from straight ahead…
"gobble, gobble…"
There is was again… but there's a difference… It was closer!
Alfred, who hid behind a tree, slowly turns to see his soon to be diner.
'OMG! It's soooo BIG!'
A beautiful black brown turkey, with his back wings spread like peacock feathers stood proudly in the middle of the clearing, it begins to carefully eye his surroundings. It didn't seem to notice Alfred, as it was now looking the other direction.
'Haha, I didn't realize catching a bird would be so easy…' Alfred looks at his watch, it reads 11:43a.m 'not bad…. now' he carefully lifts and positions his shotgun, aiming it straight towards his target.
"Now be a good…. Huh?"
The bird's looking his direction, at him like it was challenging him.
"Okay, so that's how you want it… okay, a hero always likes a good challenge before claiming his prize." Alfred Smirks at the bird, accepting his challenge knowing full well that he was the dominant one
he lifts his rifle once more and aims at the stomach, his eyes focusing. The turkey seemed unfazed and just stares waiting for the next action
'bang'
Alfred refocuses his eyes and looks at the smoky clearing as he walks straight ahead, grin on his face but quickly frowns then followed by a
"What the hell? I thought I had him!" Alfred was pissed, the turkey had dodged his bullet, he walks to where the turkey was suppose to be kneels down and picks up a single brown feather
"gobble gobble"
Alfred turns and sees the turkey unharmed, and it was mocking him. The brown turkey turns, gobbles once more and takes off.
"Oh, it's on" Alfred says as he watches the turkey leave, a wide grin plastered on his face as he follows
sure enough it was the beginning of a long day.
haha, well it only gets better i say... =)
