Hetalia Short Stories

Shticky (Herr Shtick)

“I can’t believe I forgot to feed my shticky friend.” Germany cooed to the stick which he held in his hand almost like a baby. I suppressed a laugh as I crawled through the bushes. Spying on Germany was fun. Honest, you should try it sometimes. I had seen him do things which I knew he would never do around people. For example what he was doing right now, talking to a stick.

As I scaled the forest floor a large spider came out of nowhere and landed right on my hand. I let out the most ear piercing scream I had ever emitted in my life. It was a huge fucking spider! Rolling around crying trying to get it off I noticed that Germany had stopped talking to his stick, Herr Shtick (Yes he even named the thing).

Suddenly a large dark figure loomed over me and a gun was at my head.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing following me?” He demanded pushing the point harder against my forehead.

“I-Uh-No-I-What.” I stammered my heart pounding against my chest. I had started to hyperventilate and shake when suddenly the gun was removed. I slowly looked up at the German nation with scared eyes.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He commented putting his gun back into its holster.

“Yeah, just me.” I grumbled calming down slightly.

He huffed and offered me a hand, “Why were you following me?”

“Carry me.” I said crossing my arms over my chest ignoring his question. His eyes widened.

“Wh-What?” He asked dumbfounded.

I raised an eyebrow. “You put a gun to my head and practically gave me a heart attack. I think I deserve to be carried.”

“N-Nein! You we’re following me and it’s-“

“Carry me.” I said again cutting him off.

He let out a defeated sigh before getting down on his knees and turning so his back faced me. I let out a yelp of delight and jumped on his back. He let out a grunt before standing up. I heard him mumble something and I saw his face blush. I smiled to myself.

 “What was that?” I asked bending my head down so that our cheeks touched. His face only got redder.

“No-Nothing.” He stuttered out quickly.

I giggle as he carried me away.

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