Attack on Hetalia

Chapter 7: Germany's Walk & China's Hard Day

A.N:  Yello people!! Welcome back to Attack on Hetalia. (Wow you're still reading this?? Well you kinda have to cause, I read yours!!!)

Wow, 2 in one day. I am amazing!! Just as Prussia would say. (Not really, I just have a shit load of time on my hands)

Anyway, so to recap from last time, they had they're first fight which went horribly. But then they were saved by three of GOD's reinforcements. China, Russia & Ireland!!!

They also saved a cat. A talking one. And a after short deliberation we have decided that his name shall be Kent. 

Just to say this will probably be filler cause I have no fucking clue where this is going & I'm suffering severe writer's block. So let's get back into this:

It was the next day. Everybody was hungover after Ireland suggested they get a pint. Everyone except Ireland that is. It was just a normal night for him. Even the fucking cat was hungover.

"Ugghhhh my head" America groaned. "How much did we drink last night??"

"Sure youz drank nutin'" Ireland explained.

"If we drank nothing then why is my head throbbing??" Britain asked.

"Cause you Brits can't handle nutin'"

"Well you Irish weren't that cocky during the Famine now were you"

"Huuuhh!" Everyone gasped. 

"That was a little below the belt there bro"  "Yeah, you went too far"

Ireland couldn't believe it. He staring at his sort-of big brother with tears in eyes. He was like a sad puppy. He was sssooo cute.

America put a reassuring hand on Ireland's shoulder. "Britain-dude, anything you say to Ireland-bro is directed at me cause we're practically related. Right bro??"

Ireland shot him a confused look. The fuck is this lad on about?? He thought.

"What the??-- Ughh I'm going back to bed." Britain surrendered 

"Hold on a second there Britain..." GOD said "We need to have a team discussion before anyone does anything."

"Why do you keep calling us a team??"

"CAUSE WE ARE A TEAM DAMMIT!!!"

So they all gathered around in a large circle. A huge fucking circle. There's 11 of them dammit.

Basically all that happened was:

GOD explained how he sent China, Russia and Ireland to help them. He gave them their watches cause their part of this now. He gave them a lecture on how they should respect each other and work together because their performance yesterday was awful.....yadda, yadda, yadda.....No one was listening at this point. Not even me.

Once they were done Britain headed to bed. GOD went off somewhere & the rest of them just stayed in the lounge. But Germany was starting to feel a bit bad. His head was pounding and he needed some fresh air so he decided to take a walk.

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Germany's POV:      WARNING: CRINGE ALERT

I vas out on a valk. Ze breeze was blowing through my beautiful golden locks, causing zem to look messy and be in my face. I've been valking for a vhile now. I'm getting tired. I don't usually get tired this easily, but with all the beer zat stupid Ipland-thing or something made me drink last, I can't not be tired.

I turned a corner and found my saviour, a bench. I sat down on it a rested for a vhile.

I turned to my left and noticed that someone was sitting on the other side of the bench. A woman. How did I not notice her before?? I must have been extremely tired.