A/N: Okay~ It's Alchemist here~! I have this story on dA too (my username is also AlchemistOfSushi), so it may be familiar. Anywho~ I hope you like this one!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia! It belongs to Hidekaz Himuraya~
Horror Legend belongs to whoever made it up/found it...

Please read and review~

Feliks loved ponies. He loved them with a passion, and he owned many of them. Some he liked to race and some he dressed up and entered them in fashion shows for pets. One of his ponies was quite old, but Feliks felt like taking out to the racing track and giving it a run one last time before he went to Toris' house. Poland led the pony into the mini-trailer at the back of his 4WD. The pony was quite resistant and it refused to go in. Eventually, Feliks got it to comply and he boarded it into the mini-trailer.

Poland was driving to the race-track that was a few kilometres from his house. The old pony was making quite a fuss, but Feliks was too busy listening to his music full blast to hear it. Motorists drove past, beeping their horns loudly, but Poland was singing along.

"I'm like, so pretty… Oh so totally pretty… and totally witty and—" Feliks sang.

The old pony would not keep quiet. Poland rolled his eyes. It was ruining his beautiful singing, and he wanted to practise for Lithuania's. He knew the race-track was not too far away, so he would be able to get the pony out of the mini-trailer it hated so.

When Feliks arrived at the race-track, he happily skipped to the back of the mini-trailer and saw a trail of blood on the ground.

"Like, what's totally happened?" he inquired, though he was questioning himself. "Eek! Blood is like, so totally gross!"

The doors of the mini-trailer opened, and Feliks felt faint as he saw his old pony, dead. While driving along the road, the pony's legs had fallen through the floor, which was horribly rotted. Because Feliks was too pre-occupied, listening and singing, the pony's legs had been reduced to nothing but bloody stumps.

Poland promptly fainted.

Sorry, this was extremely short! The legend was very short too... =_=; I promise the next one will be longer!

Reviewers get a cookie and a shirtless nation of their choice~ :D

Poland: -folds arms, turns away and pouts- I like, totally hate you, Alchemist.
Lithuania: -sympathetic smile-
Alchemist: I already apologised in advance, Feliks! Think of how Alfred must feel!
Poland: -mutters something under breath-
Alchemist: -sighs and looks at list- o_O The next person might just kill me...

Also, if there are any horror legend requests, I will be happy to take your ideas. Nations like America, who have already suffered their fate, can't be chosen, but the nations who survive, or are mentioned in the fanfiction (such as Iggy, France, Russia, etc.) will be allowed in~

Next up: Lili and Vash Zwingli (Liechtenstein and Switzerland)