My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 18

Seraphee69 112O11 SerenitySVA Pinkgirl2222 Krazykat179

All of these users above, as well as myself, read a headcanon we all loved. It was in "The America Protection Squad (APS)" by Pinkgirl2222. Hc 3 was about how America's bright and magnetic nature makes wild animals attracted to him, thus dangerous animals also apply. I won't write about the example situation in the chapter, but I suggest you all go give it a read!

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It was a warm and sunny afternoon for the G8 and company. They had just hiked 16 kilometers, or ten miles. America had offered all of them to join him for his annual camping adventure. America had said he saw it as a perfect opportunity to bond with each other in a fun and creative way or something. If one could be truly honest, the start was rougher than any World Summit.

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"Are we zere yet, Amerique?" Francis asked as he closed his fashion magazine. The packed car had been on the road for four hours. The day started at 5:15 AM when America awoke them from their warm beds and gave them each a bright orange 'survival pack'. In each backpack was the same basic necessities: a tent, flashlight, bug spray, sunscreen, matches, sleeping bag, fishing reel, a water canteen, a small shovel, a blanket, a few granola bars, a Swiss Army knife, and bright yellow yarn. Each nation had their flags stitched to their pack, so no one would argue. They had all gotten dressed into hiking attire and left America's luxurious house. 

"Nope! But we should be at the trail in about ten minutes! Why don't you all look through your packs and make sure you have everything. My pack has the same shit, plus some," America turned down a dirt road.

"Lad, what else do you have?" England questioned with a cocked brow.

"Some extra granola bars in case someone needs more, a few extra sets of matches, a map of the area, my trusty compass, a taser, and a hatchet. The hatchet is to chop firewood and the taser is if we encounter some not so happy campers. Believe me, one time a few years back some guy in a gorilla mask chased me with a bowie knife for five hours. The size was, I would say, from the tip of Japan's head to his heart. That was just the blade. Every year since that incident I carry a taser with me," America parked the car and looked at everyone's horrified faces.

"Ve~ That must have been so scary!" Italy squirmed. America chuckled ad unlocked the doors so the nations could exit the vehicle. They all did so and grabbed their respected bags. The hike was beautiful, no doubts about that. America had asked Germany to carry the map, just in case he needed it. America only used his compass to get to the checkpoints, where America would let the nations take a five-minute break to recharge. During these breaks, he would cut a long piece of yarn and tie it to a tree.

"If you guys ever get lost, try to find this yellow yarn. I am tying the bow towards the direction of our final destination, so they will lead you back to camp," America smiled as he did so.

"Clever vork," Germany complimented as he sipped his water.

"Vhere did jou learn zat trick, America?" Prussia asked as he bit into his granola bar.

"I've been camping with some of the best pioneers in history. People like Lewis and Clark and Charles Darwin gave me great survival tips. But most of these small tricks were things I just figured out or read articles about," America finished the bow and the group continued forward. America also was collecting garbage while on the trail and putting it in a bag to properly dispose of the items.