Yeah… Asa won last round. Mine was too depressing I guess. Anyways…

Both my cousin and I got bored again rather quickly, so here is the next installment of our friendly challenges, created by yours truly.

250 Words Google Can't Translate

As you can probably guess, the goal of this challenge was to write a short, 250 word, oneshot that Google can't seem translate back and forth between languages.

The requirements of this challenge were:

- 250 original words, no more no less

- When translated by Google to another language (German for me), then back to English, either the meaning had to be changed or it just no longer makes any sense in general.

(i.e. "I don't have a team." translates (in Latin) to "Non enim erat." and then back to English as "She was not.")

- Asa said it has to be a fluff.

The way this one is set up:

First is the original story, before we let Google butcher it.

Second is the supposed translation.

Third is what happens when you take the translation and put it back into English.

WARNING: Germany/Italy 'cuz I could.

Order. Perfect order.

That was all Germany wanted. If things were in order, he could function. If they were out of order, he would go nearly mad until he had it fixed. You could say he was a little OCD…

That's why it had confused people so much when he had ended up being the Italian's best friend.

Italy was a little less than perfect order. To put it bluntly, the nation was a mess waiting to happen.

Like the other day when he was trying to make pasta, or the one incident with the grenade… Never mind. That's off topic.

Anyways, Germany and Italy were best buddies and no one understood why.

The truth was Germany was lonely. He'll never say it, but you could tell. The Italian made him feel less lonely. His bright personality could light up the room, burning your skin with its radiance. Germany's friend Italy made him feel happy; something normally only felt when he felt he had everything perfect, everything in order. The Italian caused messes, but somehow, some force had granted him the ability to ignore the chaos that Italy made. In Germany's mind, the Italian's messes were order. That sounded crazy, but it was how Germany's head worked.

You might say that Germany was feeling something similar to a crush.

Now you'll probably laugh at this point, writing me off as insane. It's the truth though.

Germany loved his little Italy, and though he'd never tell, Italy loved Germany as well.

In German:

Bestellen. Perfekte Ordnung.

Das war alles, Deutschland wollte. Wenn die Dinge in Ordnung waren, konnte er funktionieren. Wenn sie draußen waren der Ordnung, würde er gehen fast verrückt, bis er hatte es fest. Man könnte sagen, er war ein wenig OCD ...

Deshalb ist es verwechselt hatten die Menschen so viel, wenn er als der italienischen bester Freund geendet hatte.

Italien war ein wenig kleiner als bester Ordnung. Um es klar zu sagen, die Nation war ein Chaos auf uns zukommen.

Wie die anderen Tage, als er versuchte, Pasta, oder einen Vorfall mit der Granate ... Never Verstand zu machen. Das ist off topic.

Sowieso, Deutschland und Italien waren die besten Freunde, und niemand verstand, warum.

Die Wahrheit war Deutschland war einsam. Er wird nie sagen, aber man könnte sagen. Die italienische machte ihn fühlen sich weniger einsam. Seine helle Persönlichkeit könnte erhellen den Raum, brennen Sie Ihre Haut mit ihrer Ausstrahlung. Deutschland Freund Italien machte ihn glücklich, etwas normalerweise nur empfunden, wenn er, er habe alles perfekt, alles in Ordnung war. Die italienische verursacht Kasinos, aber irgendwie etwas Kraft hatte ihm die Fähigkeit, das Chaos, dass Italien zu ignorieren. In Deutschland Verstand, waren die Italiener Kasinos Ordnung. Das klang verrückt, aber es war, wie Deutschland den Kopf gearbeitet.

Man könnte sagen, dass Deutschland fühlte so etwas wie ein Schwarm.

Jetzt werden Sie wahrscheinlich an dieser Stelle lachen, schreibt mich wie verrückt. Es ist die Wahrheit though.

Deutschland liebte seine kleine Italien, und obwohl er nie sagen würde, liebte Italien Deutschland als gut.

Returned To English:

Order. Perfect order.
That was all that Germany wanted. If things were in order, he could work. When they were out of order, he would almost go crazy, until he had it fixed. You could say he was a little OCD ...
Therefore, it is confused, people had so much when he finished as the Italian's best friend.
Italy was a little less than perfect order. To put it bluntly, the nation was a mess waiting to happen.
Like the other day when he tried to pasta, or an incident with the grenade ... Never mind making. This is off topic.
Anyway, Germany and Italy were the best of friends, and no one understood why.
The truth was, Germany was lonely. He will never say, but you could say. The Italian made him feel less lonely. His bright personality could light up the room, burn your skin with its broadcast. Germany Italy friend made him happy, something usually only perceived when he had everything perfect, everything was fine. Had caused the Italian casinos, but somehow a little force of ability, chaos, ignore that Italy. Germany in mind, the Italians casinos were ok. It sounded crazy, but it was, like Germany worked his head.
You could say that Germany felt something like a swarm.
Now you'll probably laugh at this point, I write like mad. It's the truth though.
Germany loved his little Italy, and although he would never say, Italy, Germany loved as well.

This one isn't part of the challenge, but it's what happened when I was allowed to mess with Google's goof.

Purchase. Perfect order over.
That was all that Germany did. If things were in order, he could work. When they were out of order, he would walk almost crazy, until he had it determined. You could say He was slightly Shoulders ...
Therefore, it is confounded, people had so much if he finished as a the Italian's best friend.
Italian was somewhat lower than perfect order. In order to put it bluntly, the nation been a mess waiting to happen.
As with the other days when he tried to pasta, and any occurrence the Grenade ... Never understanding to make. Which is off topic.
Anyway, Germany and Italy the best of friends, and anyone could understand why.
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You could say that Germany feeling a kind of swarm.
Buy now you are likely laughter to take this opportunity, I write like mad. The time the truth of though.
Germany loved his little Italian, and even though he will never say, Italian Germany loved as a fine.

Okay, funny story time! I had goofed around while translating it into another language. I tried Latvian for fun, and when I changed it back to English, Germany had turned into Sweden. I then ranted to my cousin for thirty minutes on how they weren't the same countries at all. It was quite silly.

In the interest of fairness, my cousin's version of these challenges can be found under the pen name invisible0one with the same title of 'The Boredom Challenges of Asa and Fish'.

I suggest you read both of our entries for this challenge and leave a review for your favorite, me!