Yeah, Iknow, I should be doing the other story, but I had this plot bunnie nibling me which wouldn't go away so...
So anyway, I had this idea first when reading Private Peaceful (which is an awesome book btw) of designating each of the characters a Hetalia character, which, in my opinion, made it sadder (I should maybe do a fanfic for it... ) anyway, so I'm doing that now but with Lor of the Rings and would like to thank my sister for helping me with which character should be which (this will probably have a lot of crack and stuff)
I would like to appologise beforehand about the quality as I can't actually remember the last time I watched LOTR. I do however know for certain that it wasn't thi year or last year... so if it's wrong or extremely nondetailed you now know why -.-"
Hetalia is not mine, Lord of the Rings is not mine either! ^.^
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
The armies of men and elves marched on those of the orcs. The battle that ensued was long and bloody but they were winning. That was until Russia came, the One Ring around his finger glowed with fiery letters. He swung his black pipe and knocked away handfuls of brave soldiers at a time. The King, Cuba, took up his sword and attacked Russia. Russia smiled eerily and swung his black pipe. Cuba went flying, finally landing against a rock some way away. America, the King's son ran to his father's side, but the King was dead.
Russia loomed over the two, standing on Cuba's sword and breaking it. America looked up with renewed fire in his teary eyes. He grabbed the hilt of the broken sword and swung it upwards towards Russia. The finger on which he wore the Ring was sliced off and Russia stumbled backwards, a shocked expression on his usually smiling face as he disintergrated. The battle had been won.
"Come America," Austria said, "You must cast the Ring back into Mount Doom."
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"America, cast it into the flames!" Austria shouted, turning back to look at America who was looking at the Ring transfixed.
"No," he replied, "Why should I?" and with that, he turned and left, not looking back. All Austria could do was stare after his retreating figure as a feeling of dread crept into his stomach.
America became possessed by the Ring, but after many years, it finally betrayed him. The Ring sank to the riverbed as America's body was swept downstream, many arrows protruding from his back.
The Ring lay there for many years, lost and forgotten until it became but a myth. That was, until it was picked up by Natalia. The Ring poisoned her until she became known as the creature Belarus. For many years she kept the Ring, deep within the mountains. Then, one day, something happened which the Ring did not intend, it was picked up by the most unlikely creature, a Hobbit from the Shire by the name of Finland.
I hope that you will enjoy this fanfic because I'm going to enjoy writing it!
Reviews give me the motivation which I lack at the moment so please review, it always makes me happy when I see them even if they're full of crticism! ^o^
