DERP. I WROTE THIS FOR ARKANSAS HISTORY. WE WERE SUPPOSED TO WRITE A NARRATIVE ABOUT A GUY GETTING HIS PANTS TORN OFF WHILE HUNTING BEARS.

I WROTE A SPAIN AND ROMANO ONE, MY FRIEND WROTE A FRUK ONE, AND MY OTHER FRIEND WROTE A BIG BLOB OF HETALIA AND THEY ALL WENT HUNTING.

SO HERE. I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

"Me gusta tortugas~!" Antonio cried as he held up some poor turtle and stuck it on his head.

"Get your head on straight! We're here to hunt bears! Not to find turtles! Mein Gott!" the burly German yelled, storming off on his own.

Antionio skipped off deeper in the woods spinning his turtle around ocasionally.

He suddenly tripped on another turtle.

"Ah! Lo siento, la tortuga extraña y deforme!" Antonio cried, rushing to see if the strange turtle was okay.

In return, the creepy turtle stared at Antonio.

And stared.

And stared.

"Quit staring at me, you creepy dink!" Antonio screamed.

He chucked the turtle, fondly called Spoon, in a random direction.

Only, of course, to be landed on a sleeping Italian bear. (How could he tell you ask? It has a hair curl -see figure one-, why wouldn't it be Italian?)

The bear roared loudly, it's roar sounding like "Chigi!"

"Oh. Hello, Italian bear." Antonio stupidly reached out his hand to pet the bear, but the bear decided to maybe eat the Spaniard's hand. "No, Romano (the bear). No biting!" The Spaniard smacked the bear on the snout.

The bear growled softley at this, but did nothing else. Romano sat on his bottom, eyeing the healthy turtle on Antonio's head. Antonio fidgeted, but wouldn't anyone fidget if there was a two hundered pound brown bear was staring at you like it was going to eat you?

Romano stood on his hind legs, and put one of his front paws on Antonio's chest, before slipping down to Antonio's hip. Romano tried to reach the turtle with it's paw, and almost succeeding too! But, alas, the paw on Antonio's hip slid fast and Romano's paw pulled the Spainiard's pants, save his underwear.

Antonio screamed for his Mamá, before bursting into tears.

Romano, who didn't know any better, grabbed the turtle (along with Antonio's pants) and ran off.

So. Here you have a handsome Spaniard, in the middle of the woods, crying for his Mamá, and pantless.

Now to complete this picture in your head, imagine that a sexy German walking back home with a dead bear, which isn't Romano, seeing a handsome, crying Spaniard.

The German, being uptight, yelled a bit at the Spaniard (What would his Mamá say? Antonio lost his pants!) before dragging the handsome Spaniard back to the random Arkansan village they were living at.

THE END.

TRANSLATIONS:

SPANISH

Me gusta tortugas! - I like turtles!

Lo siento, la tortuga extraña y deforme! - Sorry, strange and deformed turtle!

Mamá - Mom

GERMAN

Mein Gott! - My God!

MY TRANSLATION'S AREN'T VERY ACCURATE. EXCUSE ME FOR THAT.

FIGURE ONE CAN BE SEEN HERE: (Take out spaces)(On deviantART BTW)

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