Hetalia !!!

GiriPan story

Ha, I know y'all are probably thinking "why another Giripan? Why can't it be, like Spain×Prussia or America×Taiwan or some sh*t?"

Well, I had an idea for another oneshot so screw it I'm doing Giripan hah

Also, I don't have an idea of another ship to do because there's no requests coming in so yeah.

Bromance between Austria and Hungary(Roderich and Elizabeth) and Japan(Kiku)

Bromance between Norway(Lukas) and England(Arthur)

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The forest was filled with magical mysteries, most of which have never been uncovered. Dryads, elves, and more. One of those things were unicorns.

But not just any unicorn, oh no. Only two of them had special abilities.

One had the power to heal anything, emotionally or physically, and the other had the ability to put calmness to any creature that gets touched by its horn. Only those with good in their hearts can truly see the beauty of them.

These two delightful beasts were named Kiku, the one who could calm any creature, and Heracles, the one who could heal anything except for death. 

Kiku's POV:

 As I meandered around the bluebell woods, trying to crop up some shoots,(A/N I liked England too much hahaha) I stumbled to the edge of a clearing, my hooves clomping silently on the rustling grass.

To my horror, a man that I recognized was planning to eviscerate all the magical beasts in this forest, commanding his minions to pack up a various assortment of magical beings.

Typical. The only humans I ever trusted was Arthur(England) and Lukas(Norway). They sometimes visited us, and protected us from outsiders, but only visited once in a fortnight(once in 2 weeks).

"Oi, Gilbert, pack up this  young man and Fairy ova here. They'll make a lot of money for us."

I recognized that those two were the ElvenFae union, Roderich and Elizabeth, two of my best friends and supporters. My stomach tightened nervously. Gilbert could be very cruel when he wants to. I should know. He killed my parents.I'll never forget that.

"Get your *ss over here and haul that unicorn over to the truck!"

I had no idea what a truck was until I saw it. It was a beastly machine, using oil(gag, I hate the smell) as their main fuel source. I panicked even more when I saw a familiar face: Greece.

He was my only friend who stuck with me through tough times, and comforted me when I was distraught.And now he was almost gone, being pulled into the truck by minions. But..

                                 *I Wasn't Going To Let Him Die.*

And with that thought, with that comfort, I galloped forward and tried to impale Gilbert with my horn, intent on killing the man who'd ruined my childhood.

You know, sometimes a string  just snaps, and you can't hold yourself back from avenging lost sorrows that haunt your life. In your fury, your panic, you think you will win, that life is fair, that justice will be served.

But justice always comes with a price.

I succeeded in impaling him, earning a killing shot, but then someone stabbed me in my mane. I didn't manage to find out who it was. The price was slowly being paid. In blood.

My sight dimmed as red tinted my vision. Out of my obscured vision, I could see 2 men sprint towards me, concern evident on their stricken faces.

_____Timeskip shot to you via Switzerland🙄

I woke up to see the massacre still continuing and wanted to pass out all over again, but a certain Mint Bunny circled around my horn, distracted. I stood up, surprised that mostly everything  in my equine body did not feel like jelly.

"How exactly-" England shushed me.

"Norway's potion healed you. Not completely, but enough."

"Thank you, Arthur. Where is Lukas?"I showed my gratitude to him by touching his chest with my horn.

He pointed with his thumb backwards,and smiled, suddenly calm."Feel up to it..?"

Norway was battling frustratedly, a snow tornado consuming his lithe form and whirling in his wake. As I looked on, struggling to get my energy back, I could see the true extent of Lukas' powers.

     A  purple spell whizzed towards the ElvenFae duo and  broke the chains off with a loud *crack!*

    Another spell caused his troll to materialize as it ruffled Norway's blond hair in a fatherly manner and scared the h*ll out of a couple of jailers. He gave no mercy and swept them into the sky, screaming.

    He stumbled on another spell, and I saw Gilbert go in for the chance and knock Norway's staff out of his pale hands. Norway backed up, defeated.

"Yes," I hurriedly confirmed, "I'm up for it...let's go."

A/N Hi again, I love this story too much to end it so I made it into a story. You can expect the next chapter to be fluffy and heroic and all that.😂😂🤗🤗😍😘💙bye make sure to vote and comment ily😁!!!!!