Disclaimer: Only the plot belongs to me, Hetalia isn't mine ... but I can dream can't I?
Black Water
He had enjoyed doing it. The thrill of the chase, fuelled by the confusion of what was happening to his people and these new pale ones that had come to his shores, made him fast. But he was always careful to make sure that he wasn't too fast. If he lost them ,the effort he had put in to making him chase him would have been for nought. The River had always been so easy to get too, and his friends never said no to something else to eat.
He could hear them now, crashing through the undergrowth, making it so obvious where they where. The fools where oblivious to the danger they where in. The River was so close now, he could smell it on the breeze. A few more steps and he burst out on to the bank. Scanning the murky waters, he dived into the depths, coming up to breath, just close enough to the shore to entice those following him into the water, to catch him. He felt a nudge at his side and reached down below the surface to pet his friend. He and the others where waiting for their meals. After they had fed, he would climb onto one of their backs and ride up river to his home on the bank, until the next time he felt like tormenting the strangers.
But for now, he waited. The ones who had so diligently followed him, came through the brush, cursing in that weird tongue that he could understand sometimes, but other times just sounded like gibberish. He stifled a grin as the three white males came forwards to the waters edge, staring at him. He was only up to his chin, which would have been to their mid-chest area. One of them, the leader he guessed shouted at him, to come out. He just shook his head and stepped backwards so that he was now on his toes. The leader seemed to curse and started into the water. Now all he had to do, was get the other two in as well , then his friends could feed. He waited just until the leader grabbed him, then let his legs buckle, pulling both of them under. When they resurfaced he saw the other two had fallen for his trick and where heading towards them to help the leader capture him. It was quick, at it usually was. One minute there where three of them in the water then there was horrific screams and thrashing about as his friends moved in.
He shook himself free from the now loose hold and swam towards the other bank. His friends liked to hide their food after they killed it, they told him it tasted better after a while. He didn't really understand why, but accepted it as one of their quirks. He yawned and looked at the sun. It was getting late now, and he wanted to be back at his cave before dark. He looked back at the other side and saw nothing but slightly red tinted water. Sitting on the bank, he watched as a large dark shape came towards him under the surface. Surfacing, one of his larger friends floated in front of him, waiting for him to climb on to it's back. Yawning again and rubbing his eyes, he clambered onto of his scaled friends ridged back and settled down for the swim home.
AN. This is basically Aussie luring some British guards or soldiers into a croc ambush. Points if you know what inspired me to write this ^^
… I enjoyed writing this, so I hoped you enjoyed reading it.
Happy Halloween.
Plz R'n'R.