Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
They strung up a man,
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree
Freddie stared back at the Wendigo, not daring to move until it got closer to him. When it did, he dove out of the way and hopped up onto the table. It screeched again. How the hell did it manage to get on the plane, get past Matthew and the protection spell? The cannibal spirit then charged to the table, CSA dove out of the way at the last possible second and it crashed into the table. Freddie then took out some matches and lit one. He always came prepared for these kinds of things.
He didn't notice it charging at him again and when he did he saw claws rushing toward his face. The Wendigo scratched his cheek and CSA jabbed the match into it's chest. It screeched once more and hissed at him while backing up. He lit another match and threw it at him. It hit it's target. The spirit screamed and panicked, racing to the window. Freddie followed him with a third match. It hissed. Freddie then stabbed the match into the Wendigo's chest. It tried and successfully scratch his chest. Freddie stumbled back and gripped his chest. He then charged at it, jabbed his shoulder into it and pushed it through the closed window. Glass rained down on a few of the nations who had went closer to see what was happening. The Wendigo fell in front of many nations and one screamed like a little girl (Italy). It wasn't moving when it hit the ground. Matthew poked it with his foot and sighed, "Dead."
Are you, are you,
Coming to the tree?
Where dead man called out
For his love to flee
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree
"Knew it." CSA jumped down from the window and landed perfectly on his feet. He was hurt, badly, but tried to show that he was fine. Matthew then ran up to him.
"Lets get you cleaned up, okay Freddie?" He said. CSA rolled his eyes. Whispers from the nations. Freddie then turned to face the crowd, "I am America." He says while bowing.
One nation with raven black hair and chocolate brown eyes piped up, "You don't rook rike America-san." Then flinched when Freddie gave him a glare that could kill.
"I am America, in a way. You could call me The Confederate states of America, Confederate or The Southern states." He threw another glare toward France. "And Union is not fat!" He charged toward the nation of love but Canada tripped him. "Don't you dare!" He said in a tone that a mother would use while scolding a child. Freddie rolled his eyes and stood up. "If you want to be safe, come with us. There's no time to waste."
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run
So we'd both be free
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
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The Youngest ((Hetalia story))
General FictionThe youngest, the last brother. That's what they called him. His name was Frederick Jones, The American South or, if you prefer, the Confederate states of America. He was dissolved but, like Prussia, he didn't fully die. When America falls ill, he g...
