LITTLE AND RANDOM DO NOT OWN HETALIA IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. IF THEY DID, IT WOULD BE TERRIFYING.
Long ago, in a magical far away land known as "Hetalia", where ponies pranced, pasta danced, and rainbows filled the sky, it is said that a mystical occurrence unfolded. Yes, to this very day, no one is quite sure exactly how or why it happened, but then again, anything can happen when Japanish people created you.
It was first decided that the G8 discovered something was out-of-wack when thousands of tiny beetle-sized flying mint bunnies with Bunnicula fangs began crawling from the vents, in search of vegetables (obviously France and Italy were the first to retreat, but Italy mostly ran because he now had to go find more tomatoes for his pasta sauce).
America, ( being the big egotistical hero he was), stood up, drawing an elegant sword (from who knows where) and confronted the hoard of green, hissing beasts. The sun glinted off his glasses as the creatures drew nearer, a fire in his eyes and-
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No. He ran screaming much like a little girl (much like I imagine Austria would). Good ol 'Merica, following the F. E. A. R. rule= FORGET EVERYTHING AND RUN.
After that, everything was like, totally chaotic (POLAND APPROVES OF THIS SENTENCE).
England, ( that scone eater…) was pretty cool with 'em, even going as far as naming one of them Mini Queen Lizzie. Meanwhile, China was trying to turn them into dumplings. Unfortunately the dumplings turned into large, fire-breathing, tyranno-bunny, death bringing monsters of doom that could shred you until there's nothing left for slendy to drag down to purgatory.
Oh, and where was Russia? He was preoccupied running from Belarus. And Germany and Japan? One word- POKERFACED. Well, not entirely, since no more than five seconds later an awesome giant blue turtle busted through the wall, with none other than awesome little Gilbird leading the charge. But nobody spoke The Language of Awesome Birds, so they missed the warning that the turtles were allergic to polkadots. So when the came near England ( who unbeknownst to everyone else was wearing bright, yellow smiley-faced boxers, the poor turtles imploded ( and were promptly turned into turtles soup by a certain panda-loving commie).
Oh, and did I mention it was raining more bunnies outside? The big dragon bunnies suddenly turned all kawaii and bounded outside, destroying several cars and totaling parking meters along the way. If you were there, you would've seen England on the back of the largest, proudly wearing a pair of underpants as a helmet (...whose?).
Back inside an entirely different story was unfolding. If you were to walk through the large, gaping hole left by the dragon bunnies, you would've come to a hallway. You would've noticed a few odd things about this hallway, no, not the paintings of pasta on the walls or the incredible amount of questionable stains ( left by a certain faucet). You would've noticed the author, clinging to the ceiling crying, because this was not the way she'd intended this story to go at all. And then everything exploded.
On a savage, distant planet know fearfully and commonly as the dreaded "North Korea"...
"BAKA! WHEN I SAID, 'NUKE THE CHINESE', I MEANT PUT THE TAKE-OUT IN THE MICROWAVE!"
THE END.
Or is it…?
This is our first story, so PWEASE BE NICE! *makes puppy eyes*