Author's note: This was written during Creative Writing at IFTA. I was... er, I was listening to the Marshmallow Song and, well, this happened
The lyrics are in English because 1) I was submitting this to my teacher, who does not speak Japanese, and 2) Would England really speak Japanese? I personally don't believe he would.
Anyway, this is what happens when you let me do what I want in a writing class...
EDIT: I just realized... this is Aleydis Kahler; I've changed my pen name. Obviously. (can't believe I forgot to mention...)
England sighed. "Come on, frog, we'll be late. Again." He tapped his foot impatiently. "We're supposed to meet the others. Technically, we should have brought something back as well, but it's too late for that now." France reluctantly stood and turned. "You always rush these things," he pouted. "What things?" Arthur asked incredulously. "You were just sitting there, standing at the ground." France raised an eyebrow. "I was observing." "There's nothing to observe!" Arthur shrieked. France waved a hand dismissively. "Always so critical," he sighed.
"All right, then, where is this campsite of yours?" England scowled. "If they've already arrived there, they should have lit a fire. They at least have China; he's somewhat sensible." "Hey! Over here!" It was America. He waved the two of them over. "What is it now?" "Look! We found the Axis! They're down there!" "What?" England and France rushed to the overhang with the other three Allies. Sure enough, Japan, Germany and North Italy sat around a campfire, toasting marshmallows. Italy passed Japan a graham cracker, who broke it in half and sandwiched the marshmallow between the two halves. "No- no chocolate?" America whispered, horrified. "You can't have s'mores without chocolate!" He leapt up, outraged. "Come on, guys, we have to show them how it's done!" "But where are we going to get food?" China questioned. "There are no marshmallows in any Chinatown; I would know!"
Not twenty minutes later, England found himself kneeling on the ground next to China, trying in vain to start a fire. Russia snatched the pieces of flint from his hands without a word. He slammed the rocks together, creating a spark. The others backed off. "Well, this is Russia we're talking about," China offered, more to reassure himself than the others. England sighed again.
England grinned maniacally and began to sing. "Flare up and burn it down/from corner to corner with that hellfire/don't leave a single trace/burn down even their souls-" "Dude, it sounds like you're summoning the devil," America squeaked. England ignored him and continued. "Flare up and burn it down/answer my calling right now/burn down those fools with/a crimson flame-" "This is creepy, even to me," Russia commented. England froze. If Russia was scared… "Oh, shut up, you." China sighed. This was going to be a long night…
Author's note: ...again, I have no way to justify this.
I don't own Hetalia.
