Ah, this brings me back. More ship scenarios. Enjoy...
America: *leaning back. Is wearing cowboy hat. Looks at England* You need hands, rough not soft
To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft
Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms
Can't get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm
England: Um, excuse me. What?
Hey I'm a country man a city boy can't do the things I can
I can grow my own groceries and salt cure a ham
Hey baby I'm a country man
England: *sweat drop* America, are you okay?
I've got a jeep with camouflage seats
That way nobody sees us parked back up in these trees
Your little i-pod loaded down with Hoobastank
Don't be a tape player hater girl were cruising to Hank
England: I'm not a girl! Fuck you!
America: You offering?
(If you don't get it, America's singing Luke Bryan's "Country Man" I do occasionally listen to country. I live in West Virginia, after all.)
Italy: *hanging on to Germany*
Germany: *working at desk*
Italy: GERRRRMAAAAANNNY
Germany: *continues as usual*
Italy: LISSSSSSTEEEEEENNN
Germany: What do you want, Italy?
Italy: LOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE MEEEEEE
Germany: Why are you stretching out the words? It isn't necessary.
Italy: *knocks everything off the desk, and lays on it*
Germany: Why would you do that?! My papers are everywhere...
Italy: Why do your work, when you can do me?
(The next scene has been cut off, because I can't write hardcore yaoi. And that's what happened.)
Romano: I've been hinting it for SO LONG NOW, YOU TOMATO BASTARD!!
Spain: What's wrong, Roma?
Romano: How are you so fucking oblivious?! *kisses Spain*
Spain: So cute! We're best friends! *echoes in Roma's mind* best friends...best friends...friends...
Romano: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE FRIENDZONE ME.
Spain: *cute oblivious face*
Romano: Fuck me. *mutters*
Spain: Okay~
Romano: ...
(Spain did as told.)
I'll continue the rest later.
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FanfictionRandom stuff with Hetalia. I don't own Hetalia (sadly) but I do own...whatever this is. BTW I make these when I'm bored so, they may be stupid. Has the foul language. You've been warned peeps. If you wanna read, there's a sequel to this. Can ya gues...
