Hi! Okay, so, I have to say, this wasn't COMPLETELY my idea. Basically what happened was me and one of my friends (I'll call her T-Tar) were fooling around on Instagram and started making puns. With the countries and capitals. So, being the general Hetalia fan I am, I decided to make it into a story.
So, the format would he kind of like the actual Hetalia anime: has some sort of storyline but is mainly a whole bunch of one-shots and snippets here and there. There will be a plot, but it won't be the main focus all of the time.
Also, feel free to give me advice! I'm a new writer who isn't spectacular, so any tips and criticism are appreciated! Especially languages. I only know English, French, Chinese, a tad of Norwegian and that's all. If there is something that's not one of those languages it's most likely Google Translate, and exactly how reliable is that? Flames will be given for England to cook with... And none of us want that to happen...
Updates: Eh... Depends on the puns. If you guys have any, send em' over! I don't like pausing my stories for a long time. That's what usually happens, though...
Disclaimer: I'll put it once. I DON'T HETALIA. Only some of the puns. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Some puns are from T-Tar. And some are from me. And maybe some are not.
Have a PUN time reading this! XD
Hetalia: The PUNishment of the Vial
Chapter 1: Why You Don't Let America Share His Medical Success
"Hey, dudes! Check this out!"
America hopped into the room, holding a small vial. As he was here a bit early and everyone else was chatting, no one heard him. Pouting, he sat in his seat next England.
"Yo, Iggy! Look at-"
"My name is England!"
America rolled his eyes. "Yeah, anyways, lookie here!"
This time England rolled his eyes. "It's a vial, you git. I've seen millions of them in my life, why are you showing one to me now?"
"Dude, it isn't just any ol' vial, it's-"
The other Nation waved him off. "You can explain during your presentation, if you don't take all of the time yelling about heroes and hamburgers. Also, don't butcher the Queen's language."
America pouted but complied, at the same time Germany told everyone to shut up. "Now, who would like to present first?"
"Hey, Germany, over here!" America shouted, bounding to the front. He slid over to Germany and gave him a thumbs-up. "I'll take the first presentation!"
"Er- If you say so," he muttered, and walked back to his spot. "Just, less details about hamburgers, okay?"
"Yep! No worries, dude. I totally got this!" America said proudly. "Alright, so! I found out that the more puns you make, the less carbon dioxide is in the air!"
"Huh?" Some people blinked.
"And that means," he continued. "No more global warming! So, we should all make puns or we'll all be punished! Hahaha!"
"Bloody wanker, that's not how things work!" England shouted from his seat.
"I'd hate to agree with a delinquent, but I'm afraid it's true," France scoffed.
"Frog! Want to fight another Hundred Year War?!"
"But don't worry! I know some of you guys are in denial, so I made this!" America lifted the vial in the air. "This liquid-serum thingamajigy makes people very punny! I used my super-awesome science tricks to make this!"
"Wait a tick," England argued. "If you can somehow spout this nonsense about a serum that can make us fluent in wordplay, and of it's true, then how the hell can't you find a cure for all of those diseases?!"
"I have a Ph.D. in Puntology, not Medicine, duh!"
"Ve~ I want to try it out!" Italy cheered at reached for it. He slipped right after touching it.
The vial fell from America and Italy's hands and crashed onto the table, creating a puff of pink mist. Some Nations scooched away from it.
"Sweet! Now we can test this out!"
"Sì!"
England jumped up in annoyance and anger. "We are not your lab rats, you git!"
"I won't rat you out!" America said. "And I'd rather not do that!"
"YAAAH! Everyone's fainting, help me!"
America and England turned around just in time to see Italy faint in a cloud of pink before they fainted themselves.
Later...
France groggily lifted his face up from the floor, hearing whispers.
"..why are we here..."
"...elections..."
"...up.."
"Hey, he's waking up... Wake up!" A bright voice pierced through the other murmurs. "Lève-toi! France!"
France opened his eyes. He wasn't sure if he wanted to or not.
In front of him was a very familiar, brown-haired girl.
"PARIS?!"