Title: Surviving Halloween
Summary: Where ghouls and monsters learn the rules for how to survive Halloween against the nations.
Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia or any of its characters.
Rating: K+ (each chapter may have a different rating)
Chapter Title: Iron Fist
Chapter Summary: A young boy alone in the woods is easy prey. Right?
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: This one was inspired by the Hetalia Bloodbath 2010.
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To have a child wandering aimlessly in the woods felt like a bonus. After all, it wasn't everyday that dessert would wander right into the druid's clutches.
He was more occupied with playing with a stick in the ground, idly tracing silly and clumsy figures in the dirt than the cloaked figure approaching him from behind. The scent of young fresh meat was nearly overwhelming and the druid's spidery fingers twitched at the thought of strangling the boy before consuming his terror-stricken soul.
The boy paused, sensing something behind him. He turned around with a gasp, just as the druid's hand shot out, about to grab the boy's face.
" No!"
He screamed, wildly swinging his fist at his would-be attacker. The druid inwardly scoffed. It had seen grown men and women try to hurt him or make him back off with their weak technique when they were frightened. All their attempts ended the same way with its belly full.
The boy's fist connected and just when the druid was rollings its eyes in boredom, its jaw was promptly shattered.
With an unholy shriek, the druid stumbled back, clutching its jaw, entirely taken back. For his part, the boy was already running away as fast as he could, crying for his parents. The druid remained on the dirty ground, dumbfounded. How in the world did that boy manage to hurt him when no other mortal managed to, even when they were much larger and stronger than that boy?
A thundering of steps exploded from the distance and gathering its wits, the druid swiftly slithered back into the darkness of the trees to wait for another unsuspecting prey.
But it had spoke too soon as a large hand then grabbed its head and roughly pinned it down to the ground.
Terrified in the first time in centuries at the thought of the monster that was able to catch him, the druid slowly turned its head to look upon the face of a man whose face was much more horrifying than it.
Beside the grim-faced man was another man with softer features. However, the rifle in his hands and it being aimed at the druid's forehead said otherwise.
Rule number 2: Don't go after children made of iron. Especially if they have two equally powerful parents.
