Okay, so... this is not my first fanfic, but it is the first one im publishing. Don't hate me if i messed up at a part, or didn't type right, or just screwed up the plot. I'm actually writing this as I go because it started as a random story that I was writing out of boredom because I had no internet. But then I got interested in what I was writing and I wanted to do more... and this is the result ^^"
I do not own Hetalia - Axis Powers / Hetalia - World Series.
All rights of the characters go to their original creators, I just wrote the fail at a GerIta fanfic xD
~~Characters in the story... or at least so far that I have planned...
Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt
Germany - Ludwig Beilschmidt
Italy - Feliciano Vargas
S Italy - Romano / Lovino Vargas
Japan - Kiku Honda
China - Yao Wang
France - Francis Bonnefoy
Russia - Ivan Braginski
America - Alfred F Jones / HERO
England - Arthur Kirkland
Canada - Mathew Williams / ...who?
Austria - Roderich Edelstein
i will edit this page if I include any other characters. I will not spam the other chapters with character names unless they are /new/ in /that specific/ chapter.
Chapter 1: At the camp~
One day, the axis powers were camping out in the woods. They were just taking a break from all the training that Germany insisted that they do. Well, night was fast approaching and Italy didn't like the dark. So Japan thought he should start prepping the tents. Germany was over at the river, catching some fish. And Italy was just sitting around doing nothing. Italy was thinking how Japan's tent setting was going so he dropped by just to see how much he's done.
"Kikuuuu~ how much have you-" Italy said, cutting himself off at what he saw. Japan had all three tents side by side, a roaring fire, three logs around the fire to sit on, and a bag of marshmallows far enough away from the fire so the bag didn't crinkle up.
"Veee~ you did so much in five minutes! That's amazing!" continued Italy, very surprised.
"I did do a good job… didn't I…?" Japan said feeling proud of himself. Italy walked over to the accomplished Japanese and gave him a hug, right out of the blue.
"Feli-kun! W-w-what are you doing?" Japan stuttered, pushing Italy off of him.
"What? ~ it's just a hug~ you did such a good job I thought you needed one." Italy said, pouting.
"But won't—"Japan said, dropping the sentence. He didn't think that Italy actually knew, let alone he probably forgot about what was going on.
"But won't, what? ~" Italy said, quickly changing the pout to a puppy-dog-face. Italy wasn't a good fighter, but he sure was good at some other stuff. Japan kept walking away towards another direction, trying not to look Italy in the eyes. Japan really didn't want to finish that sentence.
"Feli-kun… Did you know that elephants have big feet?" Japan said, out of nowhere. But it seemed to make Italy think for a bit, and he soon forgot what he was trying to get Japan to say.
"Ve~ I never knew~ that's so cool!" He answered.
"Oi! I got ze fish…" Germany said, walking to the couple of men in the middle of camp, while holding a sack-full of fish behind his back. (It was really a yell, but knowing Germany... He's always like that)
"Where is that stick thing for the fire?" He demanded.
"Oh yeah~ we're not using a stick thingy-ma-jiggy~" Italy said with his face he always makes. (…I couldn't think of what to call it… But you know the face he uses most the time... with his eyes closed, that smile, and stuff like that…)
"… Then what are we going to use…? Because I know I'm not eating raw fish…" said Germany.
'Pft, he would say that because he's never tried it…' Japan thought. He then slightly coughed while looking at a grill that was set up even before they arrived.
"Then I wonder what this is for…" Japan said jokingly.
"Its maaaagiiiiiic~" Italy said, grabbing one of Germany's arms. Germany just stared at the weak country while it just kept saying 'Veee~'
"Are we going to fix these up so I can go to bed?" Germany said, with a bit of annoyance in his voice and shaking the bag just a bit.
"Ehh, I'll get the wood." Italy said, while running around in circles, being frightened, and looking for some wood.
"Feli-kun… There's some wood over here. I already prepped it." Japan said, sitting on top of a stack of wood.
"Well, can I put them in?~" Italy asked, looking at Germany with puppy-dog eyes. Germany was just staring at him again, and he soon turned away nodding his head.
"Veee~"
"Just don't burn yourself." Germany said, putting the sack of fish down. He opened it with his pocket knife and started scaling the fish.
"Feliciano Vargas! Get those out of your mouth NOW!" Germany yelled, as he looked up to see Italy with a mouthful of matches. Japan walked up behind Italy and appeared to be whispering something in his ear. Then the next thing you know, he did a karate-chop to Italy's neck, knocking the poor Italian out.
"…you didn't have to be so rough…"
"He could've choked…"
"Well, who's gonna light the fire for the grill?" Germany asked, pulling the matches out of Italy's mouth.
"I guess I will… Can you go put Feli-kun to bed in his tent?"
"Sure… but what are we going to do about his fish? It's going to get cold." Germany stated bluntly, picking Italy up.
"He probably won't even eat it, because he loves and eats Pasta so much…" Japan said, trailing off as he poured some lighter fluid on the wood for the grill.
"Anyway, Feli-kun won't be asleep for long." Japan chuckled, as Germany didn't hear.
I'm sorry if it wasn't good enough for a first chapter xD
and I'm also surprised that I made Japan sound so much like a bad-ass...
Please review D= I need to know if I failed at it, or if its good, because if someone says its good, I'll go ahead and type in what I have so far on the second chapter
