Co-written by THE-ONE-TRUE-BATMAN. Because she loves Wal-Mart. :D We forgot to add China. Sorry, China fans. : Maybe next time!
"Welcome to Wal-Mart!" America proclaimed, showing the large blue-and-tan store with the white letters hanging from the outer wall. Wal-Mart. With a star in the middle.
"I'm afraid of this," England protested. "I've heard about this store."
America made a face. "Aw, come on! It'll be fun! Trust me on this!"
"Veh, I don't see any problem with it~." Italy seemingly floated to the automatic doors, with Germany following and shaking his head. Japan followed the duo, taking in his surroundings. "Oh, so this is one of those American department stores I've heard so much about."
France was busy admiring his reflection in the door. Of course.
When they walked in, they were greeted by a rather small blonde Wal-Mart greeter. "Welcome to Wal-Mart!" he said in a cheerfully familiar voice. He shot England a dirty look as they walked by. England put a hand to his chin. 'I've seen him before…'
Russia was busy looking for the alcohol and Italy was busy looking for, well, the Italian food. America was pointing out where all the departments were, and everyone was looking around.
America was walking down an aisle when he tripped over something. "Aagh!" he cried as he hit the floor. Sitting up, he rubbed his head and looked over at… "Canada? What are you doing here?"
"I've been here the entire time!" Canada cried out in expaseration.
Russia saw a bottle of his favorite vodka and mulling over the prices. "Mmm, cheap, da~?" he murmured to himself. Then he saw the alcohol shelf, and a creepy look passed over his face.
Italy, meanwhile, was looking at all the pasta. "I've never heard of these brands before!"
"It's because we're in America, dummkopf." Germany muttered. Italy didn't hear him, however, because he was transfixed on something: frozen pizza. "I must try it!" he declared. He was trying to open the box when Germany tackled him.
Japan was walking around, quietly doing his little economic thing inside his head while looking at the prices.
France was in…the makeup department. "Oh, this foundation seems wonderful!" "Ohh, this mascara!"
…anyway.
England had to go to the bathroom. After he located it from the signs, he went to push open the door—
"Welcome to Narnia!" America boomed, promptly scaring the living crap out of England as he fell to the floor and starting cursing (too much to be inserted here).
Long story short, the cops were called. No one found Japan. And no one remembered that small Wal-Mart greeter who looked a lot like England…
Small, short oneshot. First Hetalia fanfic, spur of the moment deal. Hope you enjoyed it!~