Chapter 9


"I'm bored Iggy!"

"Oh deal with it!"

"But Iggy~!"

"Bloody hell! Stop whining!"

"Ohonhonhon~, we should play a game!" France laughed, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"What game?" Prussia asked, the same dangerous glint in his eyes as well.

"I don't like this feeling I'm getting..." China grumbled, hiding his face in his hands.

"We should gather around the campfire-" France started but was cut off my England, "We're already around the campfire you frog!"

"Ohonhonhon~ patience my friend, patience~, as I was saying, we should tell each other our deepest secrets~!"

"Hell no!" Everyone yelled, except for Russia, who only looked at France, letting his murderous aura flow out, lowering the surrounding temperature by 3 degrees.

"A-ah... okay then!" France stuttered, moving away from Russia, who was (un)fortunately sitting next to him.

"I have an idea! We should play truth or dare!"

"Who said that?"

"No! Not that game!

"Screw off! Like hell I'm playing that game again!"

"He's right! Screw that game!"

"Shut up!" England yelled, fed up with all the shouting and messing around, "First, who suggested this horrible idea!"

"I-I did..." All eyes turned to the quiet Canadian, who was not so invisible right now.

"Canada, I hope you do remember that incident, right?" France asked, completely serious.

"What incident?" Canada whispered, wishing he could just disappear like he usually did.

"You don't remember!? Dude, that was the third worst moment in national history!" America shouted, hugging himself, remembering that moment.

"I... I don't remember, actually, I don't think I was invited-"

"It's good you weren't invited! It was horrible!" France cried.

"I want to know what happened!" Canada shouted, getting up and looking seriously at France's eyes.

"Ah, I don't think that's a good idea..." Russia said, putting a hand on Canada's shoulder.

"Dude. If the insane Commie says it's not a good idea, it's seriously not a good idea." America warned, ignoring the eyes boring into his soul.

"No. I want to know what happened," Canada said, standing firm, both literally and figuratively.

"Flapjackin'ly no!" America yelled. Suddenly there was a rustling sound from behind Romano.

"The hell!?" Romano yelled, jumping from his 'seat' and backing away from the bush, "I swear I hate these damn bushes now!"

"R-Romano?"

"Huh? That sounds like... that aristocrat bastard!" Romano shouted, pointing at the 'mystery' bush.

"Nice to hear that name again..." Then a special certain aristocrat came out of the bushes, "I kind of got lost when I went looking for Hungary, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein..."

"They're here too?" France asked, his eyebrows arching.

"Ja, they're here, just not here her."

"Can you take us there?" Spain asked.

"You idiot! He said he's lost!" Romano yelled at Spain, scoffing at the idiocy of the Spaniard.

"Anyways, I have my phone on me, it's the only thing I have, do you guys have anything?" Austria said, bringing out his phone.

"Well... we mostly made our weapons and tools and hunted out food," Canada said.

"Hm? Oh, I have this!" America said, holding up a burger.

"... HOW DO YOU HAVE A BURGER?" England yelled, going into rage mode, "WHILE WE WERE WORKING FOR OUR FOOD YOU JUST HAD BURGERS ON YOU? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE?"

"Jeez Iggy, calm down, "America sighed, biting into another burger he took out of his jacket, "You could've asked y'know?"

"Empty your jacket!" England yelled, pointing at America.

"Hey! If I have to empty my jacket, Russia should have to empty his coat too! Who knows what he's hiding..."

"Fine then, Russia! Empty your coat as well!" England shouted, turning to Russia.

"Okay~!" Then the two began emptying their pockets. Everyone could only look in shock as tens upon tens of things began pouring out.

Once they were done, the other nations began looking at the two massive piles.

On America's side there was an uncountable amount of burgers, several packs of mustard and ketchup, a pair of glasses, an ice pack, and some packages of french fries.

Russia, on the other hand had his metal pipe, bottles of vodka, a small sewing kit, and some scrap metal.

"How the hell did you hold onto this many things?" England yelled, dumbfounded, he could only gape at the sheer amount of crap that the two nations had dumped out.

"What do you mean? Isn't this how much normal people hold?"

"Hell no!"

"Oh. I'll pick them up then."

"Answer my question first!" England yelled, "Where do you put all that crap in!?"

"I though you were asking 'how the hell did you hold onto this many things'," America said, finishing picking everything up.

"That-I-this-stuff-... I give up..." England sighed in defeat, retreating to the edge of the camp.

"Um, I'm still here..."

"No one cares you stupid aristocrat!"

"Why you insufferable dead country!"

"You wanna fight!? Fine by me!"

"If Hungary was here you'd be dead in no time!"

"Hah! What a sissy, relying on a girl to save you!?"

"Sexist!"

"Do I care!?"

"STA 'ZITTO! ALL OF YOU BASTARDS!"


"Do we seriously still have 6 days with Iggs as leader?" Americca groaned, stumbling his way into the woods after England had ordered him to collect some firewood.

"Stop whining!" England shouted after him, peeling bark off a nearby tree, only for his hand to get flooded with ants, "GAH! Get them off! Get them off! AH! They're biting me! OW! ACK! Now they're in my shirt!"

"Strip! Strip! Strip!" France cheered as England took off his shirt and then his pants, all while running around the camp swatting at himself, yelling, "Get off! Get off!"

"Pffft! Ahahaha! Iggy, you should become a dancer!"

"I'm not dancing you idiot! Now help me get these bastards off!"

"Nah, I like seeing you dance around like you have ants in your pants!"

"That's because they are in my pants!"

"Ohonhonhon~ that's pervy Angleterre~!"

"Shut up frog! I'll curse you!'


In the end England jumped into a nearby river to remove the ants, which then resulted in America jumping in to 'cool off', which meant that he dragged almost everyone in with him.

"Ow! Did you have to drag me in?" Canada sighed, as quiet as ever.

"Hahaha! Of course, as the hero it is my job to make sure everyone is cooled off on a hot day!"

"It's not even that hot! I'd say it's about 28 degrees Celsius..."

"Cel... sios? What's that?"

"A unit of measurement for temperature of course~!" France said, doing an elegant dance, then tripping over a rock on the stream bed and falling face-flat onto England, who proceeded to punch France into Russia. It all went downhill from there on out.

"You mean Fahrenheit right?"

"No, Celsius."

"Is this going to be another repeat of the yard vs meter incident?"

"Maybe."

"That was the ninth worst incident in national history."

"I thought it was the tenth..."

"No, I'm pretty sure it was the ninth."

"You sure?"

"No, America's right, we all agreed on ninth," Austria said, taking America's side, something that was almost unheard of.

"Don't ignore us-ACK!" England yelled, only to be smacked in the face by a Prussian who was sent flying by a certain Russian, who was laughing creepily.

"Do not fear! The hero is here!" America shouted, then threw a pebble at Russia, causing the temperature to, again, drop by 3 degrees.

"Jeez..." Austria only sighed as he sat down on a dry rock and pulled out his phone, playing on his piano app when suddenly...


A/N: This month I'll probably be uploading every week, whether it's this story or my Pokemon one, then once school starts, it'll probably go down to 1 to 2 chapters a month, just a heads up. Anyways, thanks for reading and you'll see chapter 10 soon!

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