Take The Pieces One By One

by Luinramwen

A series of shortfic with a variety of characters, keeping lyrics in mind as a spark. Ranges from inappropriate France, day-jobs, flowers and freeze-rays, to all that cannot be replaced.

6. Chomp, Chomp, Chomp

Chomp, Chomp, Chomp

Genre: humour, slight AU

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Australia

Warnings: none really, unless you are offended by implications of songs about wild animals devouring children to pass the time.

Disclaimer: don't own Rippy the Gator or Hetalia

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He finishes the song with a flourish, and then the show goes to commercial, and Australia leaves the set flushed with energy to the cheers of the child studio audience. The Crocodilian Special, third episode of this season's twenty-one of Wildapalooza, seems to be going swimmingly. Maybe he might even get a full-time position on the cast if the ratings are high enough! He'd like that. Sometimes it's boring doing paperwork and political mucking about all day long.

The children are still cheering and going, "Chomp, chomp, chomp!" at intervals when he runs into the director backstage.

"I - what in the - you - that was... horrible - inappropriate - morbidly, morally objectionable - you're fired!" splutters the director, slowly going purple.

Australia laughs, and doubts it.

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