Ok, since this will be a series, I'm putting the disclaimer here. I don't own Hetalia.
A camping we will go,
A camping we will go,
Sometimes there are two months in a row that have a Friday the thirteenth. It is said that on the night of the second Friday, two hikers will appear to anyone camping on the Hideaway Campgrounds.
High ho a-dairy-o,
A camping we will go.
The two hikers were locals from the nearby city of Danner's Ville. No one knew who they were or what happened to them.
Make a fire with sister,
It was a second Friday the thirteenth when they entered Hideaway. That night, a dense, thick fog that no one had ever experienced rolled in.
Make s'mores with mother,
When the hikers were supposed to return on the following Monday, they didn't show. The park ranger looked for them but found nothing to show that they had ever been there. Not even a foot print was found.
Make a tent with brother,
The legend was forgotten as time went on, but a select few still remembered it and passed the tale on. Anyone who goes camping on the second Friday the thirteenth in a row gets taken by the fog to never be found.
Make sleeping bags with father.
There are no remains left of anyone. No footprints, no camping gear, no tents. Nothing.
A camping we will go,
A camping we will go,
Too bad a group of students from a nearby college didn't believe in the legend. They should have taken the warning from the old park ranger.
High ho a-dairy-o,
A camping we will go.
This too was inspired by something. It was inpired by a creepy as heck fog. A very dense fog that you can't see anything in.