Disclaimer- I don't own anything to Hetalia, except for my own OC, Strawberry
Germany's Strawberry Festival, and a Pervert France
Strawberry was wrapping up pies, and she brought strawberry wine, and her strawberry jam was in a basket, with a different basket filled with her ripest strawberries in it, and she put them into the back of her car. She was ready to go to her festival, but it was technically Germany's, but she didn't care. Her phone rang and she answered it, for it was Germany.
'Maybe I can get an alliance after this call, I know Romano will hate that, but it will mean more strength in this war,'Strawberry thought, answering the phone.
"Strawberry, you're coming to the festival, right?" Germany asked, in a frantic, surprising the small she-country.
"Of course, you dope!" She answered, for her name clearly stated she loved strawberries. "Why are you asking?"
"I wanted to know if you were coming, because Italy can't come, because Romano forbids it," Germany explained, and that angered the small she-country.
"I'm going to talk to Romano, and I'm going to drag them both with me, another thing to add to my to-do list, by the way, Germany, will you set up a stand for me, and a big one too, I love to bring all of my stuff with me, but I might be late, dragging the Italian dopes with me."
"That would be fine, but don't be too late," Germany warned, and then hung up on the Strawberrien country, so he could set up the tent for the small she-country.
Strawberry pressed the red button on her phone, and called Italy, but got no answer. So she dialed Romano's phone, and again no answer.
'This is a problem, I should call Germany about this, but yet again, he's doing something for me, and if I'm late for no reason, there might be no alliance, so I need to solve this jigsaw puzzle myself!'
Strawberry dialed Japan's phone number(She switched phones with Germany, in case of an emergency, Germany wanted her to be safe) there was static, but then there was a quiet 'Hello, Germany, how are you?'
"Um... Germany switch phones with me, for emergencies, and I'm Strawberry. Do you happen to know where Italy and Romano are?" Strawberry asked, scared of Japan's reaction.
"Well, um no, I don't know where Italy is, nor Romano, but are you going to Germany's strawberry festival?" Japan asked her, and Strawberry confirmed that she was, then another call came, and Strawberry hung up politely with Japan, and she answered the new call, it was Germany once again.
"I got the tent up, and I found Italy, with Romano tagging along, why not come over now?" Germany offered.
"I'm coming now, thanks for setting that up for me, Germany!" Stawberry exclaimed, hanging up, and rushing over to Germany's before he could get another sentence out of his mouth.
France's House
"I have three boxes of Strawberry wine in my coolers, and soon the ladies will come over to me like I'm the fridge, and they're the magnets!" France stated, putting the coolers into his car, and he went over to Germany's place for the strawberry festival.
Germany's Country
"Ve~ Germany, where's Strawberry?" the innocent Italian country asked, and Germany just stared at him.
"She's coming Italy, she's coming. Don't worry, I know she's fine," Germany assured the Northern Italian country, not even paying attention to the southern one.
"She's never fine, she doesn't know how to protect herself!" Romano yelled at the 'Potato Bastard', who tied him up.
"What do you mean I can't protect myself?" Strawberry asked, holding all the stuff she brought for the festival.
Romano, Germany, and Italy looked at the she-country, who looked as innocent as ever. Germany untied Romano, and then helped Strawberry with the stuff that was in her hands.
"You're just in time, I hope you brought more stuff with you," Germany assumed.
"Of course, it's in my car, Romano, will you get that for me?" Strawberry asked, handing the Southern Italian her car keys.
"Will do, just don't ever force me to come again!" Romano yelled, walking to the car, passing France, who was being surrounded by woman who came to the Strawberry festival too.
Back at the stand, Germany looked at Strawberry. "So, Strawberry, I'm going to go back to my stand, and I was going to take Italy with me, if you don't mind, Romano will be helping you, if you're fine with that," Germany asked, quietly, and politely.
Strawberry nodded, putting what she brought out in different groups. One group was the wine, another group was the jam, the next one was jelly, and the second to last was the pies, then the last ones were what she was famous for, big, plump, ripe strawberries. While she was organizing, France noticed her, and walked over to her station, leaving the rest of the girls to their own business.
"I spy a pretty girl, with my handsome eyes. I'm France, who're you?" France asked in a flirty, gentle tone, but getting ignored by the she-country. "Um... let me just say, you look pretty."
Strawberry looked up, and then kept setting up, with two words to say to the flirty country, "go, away, I'm setting up my booth, unless you want to try a strawberry, and buy something. Otherwise, get out of here!" Strawberry hissed at France, then got out toothpicks, and stabbed the strawberries, sorting them on neat little paper plates.
"Well, I have a booth over there, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go check it out?" France asked, wanting to get to know the she-country more.
"I said go away, I have Romano getting more stuff for me to set up, so I can't, buy something, or try a strawberry, or go away!" Strawberry yelled at the French country, and spied Germany walking over to her station.
"Strawberry, I can hear you, what's go-" Germany stopped in mid sentence after eyeing France. "She told you to go away, if you don't I can kick you out!"
"I'm not getting good vibes from her, I want to know her na... Wait, her name is Strawberry?" France asked in confusion, then smiled at the Strawberrien country, scaring her a bit.
"Pl-please g-go aw-away, I-I have a b-booth to wo-work,"Strawberry stuttered in fear.
"No, and I'm not leaving, Germany, I think she's cute!" France proclaimed.
"Well, I like this German blonde than you Frenches, hell, you're not even cute!" Strawberry hissed at the Frenchman. France's face went pale, and he clenched his fist, and started crying. Strawberry, a quick thinker, grabbed two bottles of wine, and handed them to France, and shoved him away.
"I think you had this handled, didn't you?" Germany asked, smiling at the she-country.
"I did, and look here comes Romano with my stuff, right on cue," Strawberry agreed with Germany, eating a strawberry of hers. 'I think this is perfect to make an alliance with Germany today, but only without Romano around.'
Me- Hey, I hope you guys enjoyed it, sorry for not updating sooner, but as you can tell on my profile, I have a lot of other stories to write, so yeah, hopefully, with a dare in it, I can add Strawberry to my most famous story, "Torture, Truth, or Dare" it really is awesome to write, and with your guys' imagination, it was only made possible.
Germany- If you didn't put maniacs into it, I don't think Strawberry would survive.
Strawberry- He's just overprotective of me, I will, please if she won't add me, then dare her to, I want in on the fun!
Me- I think she could, for she can hit people with in a hundred meters away, twice as tall as the wall in "Attack on Titan", well hope you enjoy, please review, favorite, follow, and tell me what to do to make it funnier and better than it already is!
Italy- I'm here!
Me- Too late, Italy!