"Iceland...we aren't lost, are we?" Asked Italy.
Iceland turned red.
"What? No! Of course not! What makes you think that?"
"Big brother, I'm scared! Don't let the drop bears eat me!" Cried Liechtenstein.
"It's okay! I won't let them touch you!"
There was a rustle in the bushes.
"I JUST SAW A SMALL FURRY THING!" Italy screamed.
"Maybe it was France in disguise!" Suggested Iceland.
"Save me Emil!"
Italy hugged Iceland and clung to him tightly.
"I already told you, nothing is going to happen to you. Let's keep walking this way and hopefully we won't get...uh...nevermind."
"Get what?!" Shrieked Italy.
"Nothing, there's nothing to worry about."
"Pinky promise?"
Iceland looked at Italy with a frown.
"I'm too old to be making pinky promises!" He grumbled.
"Please Emil! Pretty please with pasta on top?"
"Fine. I pinky promise that there is nothing to worry about."
"Yay!"
Italy's face immediately lit up and he went back to being his usual cheerful self.
They continued walking back down the path towards the beach, until they saw their camp.
"What the hell? We walked right past it!" Exclaimed Iceland.
"My sparkling boots!" Sang Italy.
Iceland sighed. Italy was never going to grow up.
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An Unusual Camping Trip (A Hetalia Story)
FanfictionOne random Hetalia fanfic based on a true experience that occurred when I went camping with my friends! I do not own Hetalia or any of these characters.
