JE NE OWN PAS POKÉMON.
Or Hetalia.
What else should I say.
I got nothing.
OHONHONHON.
ಠ_ಠ
I found myself in a meadow, the sky a vibrant blue colour, and fluffy white clouds floating by. There was a slight breeze, making the luscious green trees and tall grass sway. Golden, amethyst, and rose-coloured flowers dotted the soft green grass.
"A WILD ENGLAND APPEARED!" a voice boomed from out of nowhere. Was God speaking to me? I looked up at the sky, squinting at the bright sun, then looking in the direction of a rustling sound in the grass.
Arthur scurried through the tall grass on all fours, making snorting noises, a white foamy substance dripping from his mouth. The Brit made a move to pounce on me, but then the boy from before—with the red hat, came out of nowhere, throwing that red and white ball out.
Out came Alfred, who let out a powerful roar. He intercepted Arthur's attack, sending the rabid British man tumbling into the grass.
"HEROCAKES! Use flamethrower!" The child demanded, pointing needlessly in the general direction of the fight. America leapt into the sky, doing a mid-air kick, before a blast of flames erupted from his mouth, scorching the British man on the ground, giving him an appearance much like his scones. Arthur twitched, and another red and white ball was sent his way. He too was captured, much like Alfred.
"Are you okay?" The boy asked me, recalling Alfred into his ball and pocketing the two balls. He held a gloved hand out, and I took it gingerly and shook, nodding slightly.
"My name's Ash! And I'm gonna be the ruler of the wor- I mean, a Pokémon master!" I shrugged. What could a little kid do?
"I-I'm Matthew," I said, simply. Ash nodded, adjusting his hat slightly. I looked off at the distance. Truly, I was lost. What had just happened? England was rabid, and America had just spit flames. And now this little boy had control of them both?
A flash of light illuminated the meadow, and Austria, Poland, Sealand, Iceland, Switzerland and China appeared in a circle around us, each wearing a different coloured sparkly party dress. They chanted the same thing again; "WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!"
TO BE CONTINUED, MAPLE.