Random Hetalia Story
Okay, this is what happened. A friend of mine and myself were talking about Canada and America are brothers, and that England was the father. Then I asked "How would be the mother then?" Then it hit me: FRANCE. And this story is was I said about this whole conversation. No beta, mistakes. The story takes place before England and France met cute baby America.
England was siting in his leather chair sewing. He was happy, France didn't bother him again. That damned frog! The blonde English man closed his green eyes and let out a relaxed sigh.
Then the door slammed open. "Oh, England! I have something to tell you!" A French voice rang through the door. France let him self in and went over to the sewing English man. "What is it, you bloody frog! I'm busy!" England yelled to the French man. "Ohohohoh~! I'm pregnant! And your are the father! Ohohohoh~." France lifted his arms up, England looked at the frog. "Oh bloody hell." England fell his head forward in his hand. "How did this happen?" England looked at France. France looked at the blonde haired country, a slight confused. "Do you not know where babies come from? Okay this is what happens-"
"Shut up." England lifted his hand up and cut France off. 'I need a drink.'
It's short but funny.
I want your opinion, should I write a book and publish it. My grandmother said I should because I like to write stories.
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