So my friends, my sister, and I had a study hall in one of our classes today, and none of us had anything to study. So what do we do? Start a story by writing a sentence and passing it to the next person! This somehow turned into a Hetalia crackfic….
Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to any of my friends, my sister, or myself.
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Story written by me will be shown like this.
Story written by Makira will be shown like this.
Story written by Kaitlyn will be shown like this.
Story written by Emily will be shown like this.
Story written by my sister will be shown like this.
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Once upon a time… screw this; it was last Thursday.
A little girl named Putna walked down the street.
Her name was pronouned, "Poo-nuh". She walked into a dark alleyway.
Suddenly, a wild OLDLADY appeared!
The old lady's name was Mechira.
She was a fat old lady who enjoyed eating Putnas.
Because Mechira liked eating small children, she carried around candy in her little old lady purse.
… Pizza.
"Why don't you come into my Party Van?" Mechira hissed, revealing her true form as a Spanish man with chocolate brown hair and green eyes.
Two other guys popped out of the trash can that was conveintly nearby; a sexy Frenchman and a badass German albino.
The german albino screamed "Schnietzel!" and the French guy screamed, "Le pastry!"
Altogether, the…hmmm… what shall their names be? Let's call them… The "Bad Touch Trio." Anyway, The Bad Touch Trio grabbed Putna and threw her into the "Party Van".
The Party Van already had two little boys tied up in the back; one of them had thick eyebrows and wore a sailor suit while the other had curly blond hair and couldn't stop shaking.
…Pasta.
Tied to the ceiling was a thick eyebrowed English gentleman whom was naked save for one little leaf… on his head. Putna stared in sheer horror at the Sexy Trio tied her to a seat.
The boy in the sailor suit looked at Putna and screamed, "WAHALO FRIEND, DESU-YO!"
Then Putna died…
The Bad Touch Trio brushed it off like it was nothing and threw the body into the trash; getting back into the Party Van, which was driven by a very pissed off looking Italian.
The pissed off Italian did not have the hots for the Spainard, but that's ok. Pulling a trigger, the Italian looked even angrier as the Party Van flew into space.
Then the van went on fire and the Spainard blew up.
With their golden tears, the German and Frenchman brought him to life. The three hugged and danced around. They brought the van to a beautiful land full of flowers and waterfalls. That was where the Frenchman and the Brit got married.
The wedding was crashed when a Finnish man riding a Swedish man piggyback-style stormed into the beautiful land carrying a rifle, screaming, "WHERE'S OUR SON?"
The Frenchman screamed like a girl and said, "No! Please don't hurt us!" He pulled a gun out of his tuxedo and pointed it at the Finnish man. With his weapon of destruction her attempted to shoot the Finnish man but…
The Finnish man screamed, "BITCH PLEASE, I WILL GO WINTER WAR ON YO ASS!" as the British man climbed into the Frenchman's shoulders, preparing for a chicken war.
"Oh no you didn't! Oh snaap!" The Frenchman said. The British person took out a few chickens from his bra and threw them at the Finnish man.
The Finnish man dodged the bra-chickens and grabbed a fish from the buffet and tried to slap the British man with it.
"Not my wife, you bastard!" The Frenchman screeched, marching up to the Finnish man.
"Stop…stop this war!" Everyone looked to where the voice came from. It was the Spainard! He held the Swedish and Finnish guys' child. The parents hugged their kid happily.
While this joyous reunion took place, the shaking kid stood by awkwardly while an Estonian popped out of nowhere and screamed, "LATVIAAAAAAAAA!"
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Aaaaaand… the bell rang after that. TO BE CONTINUED…. Maybe.