It is the start of Ship War II. I, being the only person to be left in my clan, is searching for shelter from the night. The landscape around me was full of traps, so I had to be careful.
'I wonder if the Spamano clan will lend me some tomatoes...' I thought to myself. I shook my head. They were not our allies, but not our foe.
I keep walking through the woods. I felt like I wasn't getting anywhere, anytime soon. I kept pondering on the fact the GerIta clan could easily take me down. But they haven't yet. So what was up their sleve?
'OW!' I rub my forehead, seeing that I had ran into a tree.
I recover quick and keep walking. I had no base, unlike the bigger clans, so I didn't have to worry about getting lost. As I walk north, I spot an old red barn.
Getting a closer look, I could tell that no one has been in there for years. But fresh blood leaked through the cracks of the barn. Shivers are sent down my back as I trace the cracks with my finger. It all leads down to one big crack. Weird.
I make my way to the gate and open it. I feel a gust of wind as I take one foot inside. I then notice a shadow figure in the barn. And it isn't mine.
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The Last Ship Standing
ActionThis is pretty much my draft version of an idea that my friend had. Where all the Hetalia fangirls were split into clans. We both are working on it, but I thought it would be fun to make just my version then use some of this in the one my friend mad...
