A fic that randomly got born when I went rampaging drunk through the neighborhood throwing up all over my friends …. Okay I lied about that, that never happened but I can assure you that I felt really random when I made this

WARNING: Possible grammatical and/or spelling error, shounen-ai or yaoi or boys love (a very wrong one too), swearing, and mocking everyone's favorite characters. Don't like don't read.

Hetalia and it's beautiful and twisted characters are not mine

WARRIOR ICELAND BOOK 1: THE HOBO AND THE WARRIOR

Once upon a time there WAS a great warrior named Iceland, and he WAS delicious. He battled unicorns and flying mint bunnies, he killed innocent dwarf civilians and princesses. But one day he found a hobo called Ireland. Ireland is a very, VERY gay boy. He has no clothes because he sells himself to France for money. Then Iceland married Ireland and they lived gayly ever after.

THE END

Why I chose Ireland is because a *coughdumbcough* friend of mine RP's Ireland