"HELL YEAH! WE'RE GOING CAMPING!" America shouted, shoving tons of clothing into his navy blue backpack.
"A-America... Calm down...!" Canada said in his normal, soft boy voice as he continued packing his maroon bag in a neat order.
"YAY! SPIDERS, WOLVES, DANGER AND ALL!!!! I LOVE CAMPING!" Australia cheered, packing tons of clothes in his bag.
"I can't wait! But maybe I should be scared because of...of....MONSTERS!!!" New Zealand continued packing before latching onto their stuffed animal in the form of a Kiwi (not the fruit)
W i t h R u s s i a
"UgHhHhhHHHHhHHHHh.... Do I HAAAAAAVE to go?" Russia groaned with a hint of anger and alcohol in his voice, cause he keeps drinking too much. "Don't you think that this would be a good experience for you? Russia, you need to get more into friends and-" Soviet was cut off by his son replying with an angry response. "BUT ПАПА! I DON'T WANT TO SOCIALIZE!"
Ukraine just continues packing her bag, while trying to ignore her brother's usual morning complaining. Belarus does the same, getting all their necessary needs into their bag. Kazakhstan continues brushing their teeth without a care in the world.
2,000 years later (2 hours later)
Finally, after quite a while Russia and Ukraine are in their father's car. Belarus and Kazakhstan are sitting behind them, being adorable bugs.
Britain's sons have finally finished packing as well and are driving to the designated spot where both parents were to meet and let the children go with the tea loving country for a while.
Both cars approached the small area on the side of a mountain, where both parents agreed to meet and head their ways. Russia, Ukraine, Belarus and Kazakhstan got out of their father's car, before being kissed on the head, o n e b y o n e.
"Папа! Y-you're embarrassing me in front of my friend!!!!!" Ukraine giggled before looking back and seeing Canada blush at them. All four Russian countries entered Britain's car and drove off towards the forest.
Hippity Hoppity, this story is my property!
You've reached the end of the story, poor me...my hands and brain are dead!
My aunt's dog likes to shed in the summer, or autumn to get ready for the winter...
Every drawing competition I have with my friends, I'm always the winner!
I tried to rhyme-
Anyways, Story word count: 345
I'll try and do more later ;-;
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