It wasn't often that a heatwave struck. However when it did Arthur Kirkland, otherwise known as England, liked to make the most of it. He had reluctantly invited America as well as the bloody frog, after all he was the only one who knew of England being... aquatically challenged.

The three made their way to the nearest beach and set down their belongings. France had complained the sea water would damage his beautiful hair so he retreated to his rose patterned beach towel and America ...was nowhere to be seen...great.

England turned towards the sea and smiled, he knew he shouldn't but how could he resist? Who cared if he couldnt swim? It wasn't like anyone cared if he did. He just wanted to have fun and be himself for once!

He grabbed a thin green lilo and raced towards the sea. He quickly jumped on the inflatable object and began propelling himself forward with his arms and legs. Once England had ceased to paddle he layed there for a moment and smiled. However, the loud noises of the tourists had faded and England looked up in confusion, it seemed he had floated too far away from shore.

He began to paddle closer towards land at a leisurely pace and with a rare one of his truly happy smiles on his face. England began to float forward, however, he could feel a large force building up behind him. He turned his head just as a large wave came and propelled him even closer to the shore, he laughed and slid his legs into the water and began erraticly kicking in a hope to get closer to the beach.

Something felt wrong. He could once again feel something of tremedous size building up behind me. However, he brushed it off as being another wave, this was where things took a turn. England screamed as he felt a sharp pain in his leg as razor-like teeth ripped into the skin, he was suddenly pulled further away from the shore and further away from his friends.

He opened his mouth to scream again as he felt the flesh being torn from his legs, however, the salty sea water began to choke him as it filled his mouth. England turned to look at his attacker and froze as his grassy green eyes wide with terror met cold beady eyes clouded in hunger.

The water around him had turned red and he wasn't sure if he could hold his breath much longer. His vision began to blur and he began to feel lightheaded, however, as his eyes began to flutter shut he could see America shooting at the creature and tearing it off him. England could feel his body being lifted towards the surface, the bright sun could be seen through the murky water and he gasped as oxygen filled his lungs. He clung onto the large nation as he began racing towards the shore.

He could see France's horrified face as he saw his legs. He looked down to see blood trickling down what remained of the legs. The flesh was ripped to shreds, several pieces missing and a large amount of bone could be seen. He couldn't stand to look at them so he turned his gaze to his rescuer, America was shaking slightly and his eyes shone with guilt.

(before the attack)

France was laying peacefully when he felt a cold shiver go up his spine, something bad was going to happen. He quickly got up and raced over to America, who was currently collecting random stones off the beach, and grabbed his shoulders.

"Where is Angleterre?!" He said hysterically.

America shrugged. "Where do you think he is?"

France felt his body go cold and he stood there frozen, this hadn't happened to him before, what should he do?! He was brought back to his senses by a harsh yet quick slap to the cheek, he looked at America and met concerned eyes.

"Dude, whats wrong? Spit it out already!"

"Angleterre! He can't swim!"

America quickly turned his eyes towards the sea, his eyes suddenly filled with terror and he began to race towards to water. France couldn't move, he couldn't tear his eyes off the horrific scene that was shown before him, tears ran down his cheeks as he watched his oldest friend being roughly torn apart by the ferocius creature, blood was now tainting the water surrounding him and America was swimming at a record speed toward England. What if he got hurt to? France opened his mouth to call his name but nothing came out, he watched in awe as America rushed towards shore with a weak looking England in his arms.

He ran as fast as he could to meet the two but when he arrived a gruesome sight met him, he couldn't even describe it but it is something he will never forget.

~Present time~

England smiled a true smile at the two nations and took their hands. He knew France hadn't saved him but he was the one who told America of his non-existant ability to swim and that was worth a true smile.

"You two are some of my bestest friends and I would like to thank you so much. I-I was so scared and you both helped me. For that I am grateful".

France took out his phone to call an ambulance but was stopped when England punched his leg from his position on the floor. France winced, he may have just been partially eaten by a shark he could but he could still pack a punch.

"We can't go to a human doctor, they'll get suspicious. Call Norway, his healing magic will be more than enough to repair my legs".

America sighed, England was probably dizzy from blood loss because he began to spout nonsense about magic. After removing evidence they had even visited that place, they gently placed the now bandaged nation in the backseat of the car.

Today really wasn't going as planned.

Author: and it was all because of the eyebrows XD

This is my first fic so be gentle, shh it's ok be as rough as you want, HEY I DONT WANT THAT, shhh yes we do. This was originally based on some class work we had where we had to write another half of a murder scene from the book Jaws. So this monstrosity happenend. Happy Mayuge Day~