Bonjour mes amis! Jessie9095 and Lake Blue1 are BACK!
Sincerest apologies, we have basically outgrown the Club Penguin fandom, so I think I speak for both of us when I say that we will not be continuing our previous stories.
However, we have picked up a passion for... Hetalia! With a few weeks of free time in our vacation, we created a Hetalia fic! :D
The sun was shining very brightly at Spain's house like always. Vibrant green leaves fill the tree branches, creating a bright contrast from the light blue sky.
A large mansion sat amongst this color, its brick walls a rustic brown. Rows and rows of dark green and red stretch out behind it. It was a picture perfect painting, until...
BOOM!
"Mierda, ARTHUR YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
The Englishman bolted out of the smoke and dust, his dark green cape billowing behind him. The pages of the large, ancient book in his hand fluttered in the breeze.
A rather enraged Spaniard was chasing him with an axe, swinging it wildly.
Suddenly a wild Romano appears.
"Spain, you bastard. I'm hungry make me some breakfast"
Spain looks at Romano worryingly and suggested, "Romano, why won't you head to the dinner table and I'll get you something"
"Alright I'll go, you bastard," huffed Romano. "I want some tomatoes though"
Romano began walking towards Spain's massive tomato field to see... Nothing?
The Italian stared at the scene before him, trying to process the image in his mind. Tomatoes were splattered left and right, their leaves flattened into the soil by an unknown force. But there was not a single standing tomato plant. He stood up, stared at the sky, and screamed,
"SPAAAIIIIIIIIINNNN YOU BASTARD WHERE ARE ALL THE TOMATOES?!"
He ran, chasing the Spaniard, emotionally traumatised by the image of the tomato farm utterly destroyed.
Meanwhile, England breathed a sigh of relief as he rolled across the border.
"Why can't my spells actually work," he groaned. "All I wanted to do was to take some tomatoes and make a spell so my food would be amazing. Not Like it isn't always amazing"
He takes a seat on the ground from exhaustion. "After all America's been bugging me, saying my food is terrible when it clearly isn't. It's clear he's the one with bad taste"
England looked at the ground sadly and sighed, "And I didn't even make it out with one tomato"
He turned to see the angry Spain trying to comfort a crying Romano, and his heart tightened a little with guilt. Sure, he and Spain were enemies, but he never meant for anyone to start crying.
As he walked back to his home, hoping to avoid a certain froggy git, he began to plan a way to get the tomatoes back...
"I'll need something red, maybe dragon's blood, something green, like mulberry leaves, and..."
While England was thinking off about what to do next, he bumped into a certain American.
"Sup Britain dude. You talking to your imaginary friends again? You really need to get out there and make real friends"
England glared at america for making fun of his friends that clearly aren't imaginary.
"first of all they aren't imaginary. You are just too ignorant enough to see them, you wanker!"
"Anyway, what's up?"
England pondered a little, wondering if America can help with the recipe. "What is something red?"
America raised a brow in question, before saying, "Ketchup"
He narrowed his eyes at the response, before asking, "What about something green?"
"Relish"
"Yellow?"
"Mustard"
"Will you stop naming bloody condiments?!"
"What, dude, you're the one who asked. Why do you need that anyway?!"
"It's none of your business! I'll just look in my book!"
"What, your black magic with your imaginary friends?"
"Shut up! They're not imaginary!
Meanwhile~
"There has to be more tomatoes, bastard!"
"Romano," Spain said calmly. "You see, from whatever happened back there all the tomato plants were destroyed."
"I don't care about those plants. I just want my tomatoes," Romano shouted while kicking and hitting Spain.
"Well, we can always confront England about what he was doing here"
"Can that jerk bastard get us tomatoes?"
Spain looked down at Romano and told him, "Maybe."
"What do you mean maybe you bastard. I want my tomatoes and I want it now!"
"Calm down Lovi. We'll go find England tomorrow and make him pay the damages and get a cart of tomatoes and tomato seeds for us as reparation, si?"
The Italian grumbled a little more before muttering his agreement. He spent ages walking around the farm, desperately trying to find any tomatoes, his stomach growling.
The next day, the two marched to England's home, pounding on the large oak door "INGLATERRA!" Spain hollered.
"YOU GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW TEA BASTARD!" Romano usually would have been terrified of England, but no one, and he means no one, stands in the way of his tomatoes.
England opens the door, clearly irritated by their presence.
"What do u bloody wankers what? I was just in the middle of my tea time."
"You have to pay for all the damages that you have made to our tomato fields."
"Yeah, you tea bastard! And give us your tomatoes," shouted romano who was hiding behind Spain.
England sighed since he knew he had to confront them sooner or later, but he didn't expect them to come so soon.
"You see, I don't have any tomatoes."
"WHAT?!" Romano shrieked, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY?!"
"I never managed to get one. Simple as that."
Romano pointed to a bulge in his pocket. "Then what the hell is THAT?"
The Brit looked down, checking his pockets before pulling out one medium sized tomato, his eyes widening in surprise.
"MINE! GIMME!" Romano screamed, lunging for the red prize, nearly slamming into the door as England sidestepped away from him. "What the hell, you bastard?"
"This might be the only tomato left in the entire world. We need to duplicate it before you eat it. And I know just the way." England explained with a small smile, gesturing for them to follow him inside and downstairs.
"England, where exactly are we going?"
"You'll see, but first," he said turning around to face them. "Would you like to have some of my delicious scones?"
"I don't want any of your crappy food, you bastard. I want my tomatoes now!"
"Alright, i was just trying to be a gentleman. We'll get you some more tomatoes once i find the perfect spell to do just that," he said while opening the doors to his magic library place.
"So, let me find the exact spell and you will get your tomatoes."
"Spain, you bastard. I still hungry."
Spain was about to say something, before they heard a loud crash. They turn to see England face down on the ground with a red stain on his clothes and on the ground.
"AAH! Did you squish the tomato, you tea bastard!"
"I'm sorry! I might be able to make more though- HEY DON'T HIT ME!" England yelled indignantly.
"You are so going to get it! Wait did you just say you can make more?" Romano stopped, shaking the Spaniard off him with a scowl.
"Yes. I've been experimenting, and I think I've figured out a way to make tomatoes."
"You can't make tomatoes, that's not natural!" Spain cried, waving his arms.
"Shut up bastard! At least there are tomatoes! Show us the tomatoes tea bastard!" Romano huffed.
"Okay, calm down. It's over in the apothecary."
They followed him to a locked room, and were greeted with the scent of dried mushrooms, herbs, and other unidentifiable items.
"These look nothing like tomatoes," said Spain, looking around the apothecary.
"Where the tomatoes you bastard?"
"Hold on, i just need the ingredients and hopefully it would work," said England, while he searched for the necessary items.
"What do you mean by hopefully," questioned Spain.
"You see," said England while he pulled out some glass bottles out of the shelves. "My magic doesn't always work."
"Wait, are you saying that we might not get any tomatoes bastard?!"
"Alright, I got the ingredients that I think that we need and lets go make some tomatoes!"
He placed a wooden bowl containing the materials on the pentagram chalked onto floor. "Stand back." England demanded, draping the thick cloak over himself and positioning himself in front of the bowl.
Taking a deep breath, he began to chant,
"Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer..."
A bright light emerged from within the floor, and Spain and Romano covered their eyes. England's brows furrowed as he concentrated.
As the light faded, all three looked at the bowl. And much to their amazement and excitement, there were many round, plump, red, tomatoes inside.
"YAY! Tomatoes," cheered Romano as he raced over to the bowl.
"Romano, be careful," said Spain.
As Romano ran towards the bowl, he accidentally slipped on a random banana lying on the floor and knocked over the bowl.
"You git, what did you just do," shouted England.
"Tomatoes," whimpered Romano.
Spain walked over to the tomatoes and examined the bruised tomatoes. He grabbed one and tasted it.
"It's a little bruised, but it tastes just like a tomato!" He declared with a grin.
"Really? I want bastardo!" Romano knocked Spain over, grabbing one of the tomatoes and biting down, feeling much better already.
"Let's celebrate by having a tomato party! England, of course you're invited, since you made it, and we'll invite everyone who gets their tomatoes from our farm!" Spain declares, dragging the small cart of tomatoes out of the house.
"Eh?! But I don't want to share the tomatoes!" Romano protested as he followed Spain home.
"It's only polite. We'll use the seeds to plant more, okay?"
"Fine, bastard." He grumbled eventually.
The next day, many countries gathered at Spain's mansion, eager to try the new tomatoes.
"Tomatoes," cheered Romano.
"Germany," shouted Italy, who just arrived. "Now we have more tomatoes to make some more delicious pasta ve~"
"I'm glad that the spell worked," sighed England. "If it didn't, I wouldn't know what would come next."
"You talking to your imaginary friends again," asked America who walked right in front of them.
"America, what are you doing here? You have your own supply of tomatoes at your house!"
"I know. But seeing that your spell worked for once i wanted to see what was going on. Plus, burgers are nothing without tomatoes :D"
Soon, all the tomatoes were either gone or planted, and everyone sighed contently, glad to see that the tomatoes were back.
"Jou know vhat zhis means..." Prussia interrupted the silence and holding up a six-pack of beer, "BEER PARTYYYYY!"
France joined with a few bottles of wine. "AND WINE PARTY!"
Everyone cheered as they drank, or chugged in the case of Prussia.
By night, they were all drunk, thanks to the endless supply of wine and beer in Spain's cellar.
"Hey lady, if I were to rearrange the alphabet, I would put u and i together." England slurred to Japan, who promptly hit him for calling him a girl.
Turkey and Greece ended up brawling with each other, almost breaking a lamp, and Russia threatened everyone with his pipe before they started to settle.
Spain called for everyone to sleep at his place, as it was late. So by midnight, all the countries were sprawled over the couches, floor, table, anywhere.
In the morning, most of the countries have woken up with a huge hangover, especially england. When Spain arrived downstairs to see how everyone was doing, he saw England in the corner, sulking.
"England are you alright?"
"I'm never drinking again ever!"
"Ah, okay... I'll just make some breakfast," he said slowly walking away from his figure.
"Jou know Spain," said Prussia as he randomly appeared behind Spain. "Zhat vas an awesome party! Zhe fact it helt par to zhe awesome me makes it especially so awesome!"
"Spain, you bastard," Romano said as he came downstairs. "My head hurts. Do something about it!"
They sat in the kitchen, eating some tomatoes in silence. All of a sudden, a pale green light flashed and they found themselves on the floor, half-bitten tomatoes beside them. Romano groaned, sitting up and glancing at Spain...who had become a cat?!