Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

"BY THE POWER OF CHRIST, WE SUE YOU!"

...Don't watch South Park if you get offended by religion...

"Dirty France hasn't given up... He actually did Spain in the ass no less than four times~!"

Watch the World Series bloopers. XD "You fell! I laugh. Haha." "Hehe...Hehehee oh fuck."

"My name is Madeline and this is the worst word I know... CUPCAKE!"

APHAPHAPH

Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

"I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO SHUT ME UP AND MAKE ME, HIP LIKE BAD ASS!"

Seriously. Go watch that video... NOW! And then come back to read this, please. XP

APHAPHAPH

Iceland woke up from his light sleep when the door to go outside was closed. He was expecting Koray, but instead saw Turkey standing there. "Hey there, Iceland. I'm jus' checkin' up on ya'. I feel bad, fer bein' the reason to how ya' got the plague an' all."

"Actually..." Iceland muttered, before sitting up. "I think I was already showing symptoms, even before I was forced onto the ship. I, and my people... We didn't fight much at all, because of this plague that I was developing into my system."

"Uh... Okay. Do ya' need anything? Food? Warmth? Though it looks like ya'll actually need ta' cool down instead."

Iceland shook his head. "No, actually... I am a little cold..."

"A li'l?" Do ya' think ya' can wait fer a hot meal, then? I don' want ya' ta' be dehydrated from heat." Iceland nodded. "Okay. I'll be back with some food fer ya'. Oh, an' don' expect to see doctor Koray anymore. Ya'll be here fer a very long time, I'm sure, so I don' need people askin' me why ya' won' age. I'll jus' buy medicine off of him wheneva' I run out fer ya'."

"Thank you..." Iceland covered himself up with the blankets again.

"Yer welcome. Not'ta problem, actually. I wan' ya' ta' get betta'."

"So do I..."

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A few years later, Iceland claimed to have felt completely better, so they tested it out by having a prisoner who was sentence to death stay locked in a small room with him for, at the most, thirty minutes.

"Remember, Emil, that I'll be watchin' ya' two through a window, so ya' don' haff'ta' worry 'bout things gettin' too rough. If he tries anythin', I'll be there to see it an' stop it. Besides, he's tied down ta' a chair, so I highly doubt that anythin'll happen."

Iceland nodded and went into the room with the prisoner. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. The other man said something to him, but he couldn't understand what he said. He looked at Turkey, hoping that he heard it.

"Can you hear us?" He asked.

"A li'l, when ya' scream like 'dat. Hey, what did you just say to the boy, sir?" Iceland heard the other man repeat what he said, but to Turkey this time. "He's jus' thankin' ya' fer extendin' his time on earth by at least six months, when he'll die anyway."

"Oh..." Iceland leaned back against the wall and waited.

"Ya' can come out now, Emil." Turkey told him once the time was up. Iceland put his makeshift mask back on and went into the other room with Turkey.

"Um... What did he do to deserve a death sentence?" He asked, almost hesistantly.

"He delib'rately killed some people with fire. He burned down an entire house with a couple livin' in it."

"O-Oh..."

"Are ya' 'kay?" Iceland nodded. He grabbed Turkey's gloved hand and let himself be led out of the place.

He was officially released after six month, when the prisoner showed no symtoms of the plague. A huge ship was thoroughly cleaned out before he was sent home with only him and the healthy crew. He was treated like an honored guest.

"Following the Napoleonic Wars and the Congress of Vienna in 1814-5 European powers agreed upon the need to suppress the Barbary corsairs entirely and the threat was largely subdued, although occasional incidents continued until finally terminated by the French conquest of Algiers in 1830."

APHAPHAPH

I am so sorry for the lack of action! It's just that, when I did this, it was the day before MSI, and... I WANNA GO BACK! TwT

I've been watching the World Series, dubbed. Fucking. Funny.

"Perhap we should use the powerful "tickling" instead!" Or something like that... France threatend Italy, saying that he will tickle him until... It was over the paintings.

"BONJOURNO FRENCH BAGUETTE~!"

"Russia is the best in all of the world~!" God Russia, why are you so CUTE?

Also, on Y!Gallery, I had a poll, asking if people wants me to do a Walter/Henry fic as well, in celebration of Silent Hill Downpour~!

Which, I already won, but who cares! Anyone, "yes" won, so I'm going to make a Walter/Henry fic along with... This.

Unless "this" is . If that's the case, then "this" would be the last chapter anyway, so... Nevermind... But if you're interesting in the such, because, trust me... You do NOT want to imagine Napier, ever again... Then I'll be posting the Wal/Hen fic on here, as well! It won't be very long, I don't think... Three chapters, I'm guessing?

Okay, I have one more- "We had to apologize to Greece for playing with his pussy without permission." XD