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[Fic] The Fisherman & His Wife
And here's the next installment to The Fairy Tales of Hetalia! If you want to read any of the other stories before this one, just go to my journal and they're posted up there. Also, I will take requests so if you would like to see any fairy tale be made, just ask! Until then, enjoy.
Title: The Fairy Tales of Hetalia: The Fisherman & His Wife
Author/Artist: nic98ole
Character(s) or Pairings(s): Lithuania, Poland, Belarus, Russia; Lithuania/Belarus
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Possibly OOC Poland, crazy wishes, and a revised ending
Summary: The fifth of many stories being screwed, twisted and possibly turned around by our favorite nations. In which this story, a Lithuanian fisher tries to satisfy his wife by asking for stuff from a Polish fish every 5 minutes.
Once upon a time in a small cottage that was near the sea, there was a poor couple, a Lithuanian fisherman and his Belarusian wife. Every day, Lithuania would go out to the open water and fish for something to sell in the market and would always come home empty-handed, making Belarus very furious and usually crushing his fingers. Lithuania, of course, thinks this is just an act out of love....Riight~
So, on the third day of fishing in the grey waters, in his old boat, Lithuania found that his line went down, way down. He quickly drew it up and brought out a large flounder, which was flopping aimlessly and gasping for air…water…whatever.
“Hey! Gag me with a pitchfork! You can’t eat me! I’m, like, not really a fish. I’m totally a magic prince!” the flounder shouted about and Lithuania sighed. Who would want to eat something that talks? That’s just plain creepy. No point in even trying to sell this at the market. But then his eyes lit up. Maybe people will pay more for a talking fish… “Hey! Are you, like, listening to me?!”
“Relax. I’ll let go of a talking fish anyways” Lithuania said and the Polish fish grinned happily before Lithuania placed the flounder back into the water. “I hope he doesn’t get eaten by a shark while he’s down there” he muttered to himself and went back to his home to his wife in the hovel.
“Darling! I’m home!” Lithuania shouted as he stepped inside his house. Oh how much he loved this role! Belarus turned from sharpening her steak knives.
“Hello…husband” Belarus forced out, her words dripping with venom. Oh how much she hated this role! “You didn’t catch anything today?”
“No,” Lithuania said, rubbing the back of his head shyly, “I did catch this flounder, but he said he was an enchanted prince, so I let him go again”
“An enchanted prince? Are you serious?!” Belarus shouted, “didn’t you at least ask for something first?”
“…Was I supposed to?” Lithuania asked and Belarus scowled before placing on her sad eyes.
“It’s so difficult to live in this dirty shack, you should have wished for us to live in a small cottage. In fact, yeah. Go back to him and tell him we want a small cottage, he’ll at least give us that”
“Why should I go back to him?”
“You could have caught him and sold him at the market and we could have got some money, but you let him go. He owes us”
Lithuania didn’t really want to go, but he didn’t want to upset his sweet wife (sweet?) either. Besides, he was just now regaining the feeling in his hands. He sighed and went back to the sea.
Once he got there, the sea was all green and yellow (remember kids, DON’T POLLUTE OUR WATERS) and no longer smooth, he stood and shouted out:
“Flounder, flounder in the sea, come, I pray thee, here to me. For my dear wife, good Belarus-”
“Good? Are you kidding me? The woman wouldn’t hesitate to drop an anvil on you, like, wow, how good is that?!” Poland shouted and Lithuania sighed. Silly Polish fish, Belarus is just saying that she loves Lithuania in her own special way…Riight~
“You see, I did catch you, but my wife said I really should have asked for something. She doesn’t like to live in such a wretched hut; she would like to live in a small cottage”
“Does she” Poland scowled and waited a few seconds, “Go then, she already has it. I’m outtie”
Lithuania thanked the flounder and hurried home and sure enough, there was a nice stone cottage with Belarus sitting at the doorstep. She smiled a very OOC smile and led Lithuania into their new home. Inside was a very nicely sized kitchen and pantry filled to the brim with food, a small little parlor with the finest of furniture and a bedroom with a very big bed. And behind the cottage was a small yard with ducks and hens and a small garden with flowers and fruits.
“It’s so nice” Belarus admitted and Lithuania tried to hold her hand, only to just put his hand back to his side once he got a death glare from his wife.
“Yeah, we’ll live quite contented”
“We’ll see about that” Belarus muttered and they both went to bed…well, Belarus went to sleep in the bed, Lithuania made his bed on the couch. Well, she had to draw the line somewhere, folks.
Everything went well for a week until Belarus stated, “Husband, this cottage is far too small for us and the garden and yard is little, that flounder should have given us a bigger house”
“Well, you did say you wanted a small cottage” Lithuania said quietly and Belarus ignored the comment that came out of the nation’s mouth (but then again, she ignored almost everything Lithuania says).
“Tell him that we want to live in a stone castle” Belarus ordered and Lithuania gotten up to his feet.
“But this place is so nice, why do we need to live in a castle? I don’t want to go back to the flounder so soon, he might get angry” he said and Belarus once again placed on those ‘you-will-obey-me’ sad eyes.
"We could have sold him for money but we let him go and then he repays us by sticking us in a cottage that was even smaller than our hovel. He owes us”
Lithuania sighed and then made his way to the sea, repeating over in his mind, “This isn’t right. This isn’t right”.
Once he came to the now swirling purple and dark-blue ocean, he called out:
“Flounder, flounder in the sea, come, I pray thee, here to me. For my dear wife, good Belarus-”
“That fox isn’t good. Do I have to spell it out for you?” Poland grumbled back and Lithuania, a little freaked out, said:
“You see, my wife finds the cottage too small and would want to live in a great, stone castle”
“Well she said she wanted a small cottage” Poland replied and Lithuania nodded. “Go, she already has it”
Lithuania hurried his way back to the home only to find a large castle and Belarus standing on the steps. She led Lithuania inside once more to marvel at the bright and beautiful hangings on the wall, the tables and chairs that looked like they were made out of gold, the glass chandeliers that hung from the ceilings and the servants that threw doors open wide for them. And in the back was a courtyard with horses and a magnificent garden.
“This is way better than that old cramped cottage” Belarus said and Lithuania smiled weakly.
“Yeah, now we’ll live in this beautiful castle and be content” he said and Belarus frowned.
“We’ll see about that” she muttered and they both went to bed…Belarus sleeping in the bed and Lithuania sleeping on a more comfortable couch, of course.
The next morning, Belarus woke Lithuania up from his couch and dragged him over to the window to see the valleys and the farmlands of the land they resided in.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have rule over all that land? Go to that flounder; tell him that we want to become king” Belarus ordered and Lithuania stiffened.
“Why do we need to become king? I don’t want to become king” Lithuania said and Belarus scoffed.
“Fine then, if you don’t want to become king, then I will. Tell the flounder that I want to become king”
“Why do you want to become king? I don’t want to go now” Lithuania pleaded and Belarus placed on her ‘OBEY-ME~’ sad eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I want to become king? Just go!” she ordered and Lithuania sighed before walking out the door to the ocean. Lithuania kept muttering to himself, “It’s not right, it’s not right”, until he reached the ocean that was tossing and turning and smelled absolutely putrid.
“Poland…”Lithuania said and the flounder came out. He twiddled his fingers. “You see, my wife isn’t so happy with the castle anymore and wants to become king-”
“King? Seriously? Like, greedy much” Poland stated and Lithuania looked down at his feet. “Fine, she has it. You, like, seriously need to grow a backbone, Liet” the flounder said and went back underwater and Lithuania made his way back to his home.
Once he got to his home, he found the castle to be even bigger than before and that Belarus was no longer standing outside waiting for him. There were guards and a number of soldiers with trumpets and kettle-drums. And when he went inside, everything was made of marble and gold. And there sat Belarus, perched on top a tall throne of gold and wore a crown adorned with diamonds.
“Ah wife, so you are now king” Lithuania said as Belarus twirled her scepter like a baton.
“Yes”
One awkward silence later…
“So does this mean that you’ll stop wishing for things?”
“Heck no!” Belarus shouted and Lithuania hung his head. “These past 10 minutes made me think and I can bear it no longer; go to the flounder, I am king, but I want to become emperor”
“WHAT?!” Lithuania shouted, taken aback. “Why do you want to become emperor?! He can’t make you emperor; I’m pretty sure of that. There’s already an emperor here and the flounder can’t make you one!” Lithuania said and Belarus placed on her ‘bitch-you-better-obey-me’ eyes.
“I am the king! You are nothing but a nation that must play my husband in this stupid story. If the flounder could make me a king, he can make me an emperor. Now go!”
Lithuania dragged his feet back to the ocean, screaming in his head how this will not end well and the flounder must at last get tired out. With that, he reached the now black and bubbling sea and said:
“Flounder, flounder-”
“Like, what does she want now?” Poland asked, annoyed.
“Alas, my wife wants to become emperor”
“Emperor?! But I, like, just made her a king 10 minutes ago! So not cool! I better be getting something good out of doing this role!” Poland shouted before muttering, “Go to her. She’s an emperor”
Lithuania had his speech all planned out in his head, just in case Belarus wanted to wish for something else as soon as he set foot in the place. Once he got there, he found that the castle was now a palace that was made all of marble and soldiers were marching, smashing cymbals and blowing trumpets. He pushed past all of the barons and counts and dukes until finally finding Belarus sitting in an even taller throne with an even bigger crown.
“Wife, are you emperor?” Lithuania asked. No Lithuania, she was just dressing up as an emperor and had all of these actors and the place painted over for the hell of it.
“Yes” Belarus replied lazily and Lithuania took a step forward.
“Wife, now that you are emperor, be satisfied with what you have. You can’t become anything greater now” Lithuania pleaded and Belarus crossed her arms.
“I’ll think about it” she stated and she went to her bed while Lithuania went to his couch. But greediness kept her awake, for she was thinking about what else she could possibly become. As she tossed and turned in her bed and the redness of dawn began to peek its way through the window, she sat up and looked at it, a smile forming at her lips.
Lithuania was pushed off the couch by his wife and onto the floor and she pointed at the sun rising in the east.
“Can’t I too order when the sun and the moon should rise? Husband! Go to the flounder; tell him I want to be even as God is” she said and Lithuania rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I think I misunderstood what you just said” Lithuania stated with an ‘oh-please-don’t-say-what-I-think-you’re-going-to-say’ smile.
“If I can’t control the rise of the sun and the moon, I won’t be able to know how to feel another happy hour again” Belarus said oh-so-dramatically and Lithuania gulped, jumping up onto his feet.
“I can’t do that! And neither can the Flounder! He made you a king and an emperor. I plead you, don’t ask for anymore; continue going on as emperor” Lithuania groaned and Belarus fell to the floor, kicking and screaming furiously and very OOC-ly.
“I want to be like God! OBEY ME!” she shouted and Lithuania quickly threw on his pants (some visual, huh folks?) and dashed out the door. How he hated his wife’s dark-yet-somehow-sexy-and-irresistible attitude. Hmm…maybe Lithuania is really a masochist, it would explain things.
Outside of their not-so-happy-dappy palace was a raging storm with winds that almost knocked the Lithuanian off his feet as he tried to make his way to the now black and wild sea.
“Flounder, flounder in the sea-” Lithuania started out and Poland popped up.
“It’s like, 6am in the morning! I so totally need my beauty sleep! What does she want now?!” Poland shouted and Lithuania paused.
“She wants to be like god, but I just want her to be happy” Lithuania stated and Poland pondered a bit.
“Like, you can go now. She’s living back in that dirty shack again” Poland said and Lithuania’s jaw dropped. “But hey, at least she’ll be, like, happy”
Lithuania sighed and dragged his feet back to where their home now stood and waited a few seconds before he entered the hovel.
Everything was back to normal like Poland had said, except Belarus was holding onto a chained Russia, who was looking very scared and disturbed at the moment. Russia’s eyes lit up once Lithuania had stopped to stare at the sight.
“Ah, Lithuania!” Russia shouted and Belarus gave a glare at the Baltic nation.
“Are you happy, Belarus?” Lithuania asked.
“I’d be even happier if you would leave me and nii-san alone” Belarus replied.
“No Lithuania, stay with us! Three’s company, right?” Russia pleaded.
“No, three’s a crowd. Beat it, Lithuania” Belarus ordered.
And so, Belarus was happy that Russia was now her boy-toy for life but not happy because he was trying to escape to be with Lithuania. Lithuania was happy because Belarus was happy but not happy that her boy-toy was determined to make him his boy-toy. And Russia was happy that his boy-toy was with him again but not happy that Belarus had decided that she & him will be getting married next week.
So…hm…yeah, they’ll get their actual happily ever after next time.
Coming up next: The Little Red Hen
Title: The Fairy Tales of Hetalia: The Fisherman & His Wife
Author/Artist: nic98ole
Character(s) or Pairings(s): Lithuania, Poland, Belarus, Russia; Lithuania/Belarus
Ratings: PG
Warnings: Possibly OOC Poland, crazy wishes, and a revised ending
Summary: The fifth of many stories being screwed, twisted and possibly turned around by our favorite nations. In which this story, a Lithuanian fisher tries to satisfy his wife by asking for stuff from a Polish fish every 5 minutes.
Once upon a time in a small cottage that was near the sea, there was a poor couple, a Lithuanian fisherman and his Belarusian wife. Every day, Lithuania would go out to the open water and fish for something to sell in the market and would always come home empty-handed, making Belarus very furious and usually crushing his fingers. Lithuania, of course, thinks this is just an act out of love....Riight~
So, on the third day of fishing in the grey waters, in his old boat, Lithuania found that his line went down, way down. He quickly drew it up and brought out a large flounder, which was flopping aimlessly and gasping for air…water…whatever.
“Hey! Gag me with a pitchfork! You can’t eat me! I’m, like, not really a fish. I’m totally a magic prince!” the flounder shouted about and Lithuania sighed. Who would want to eat something that talks? That’s just plain creepy. No point in even trying to sell this at the market. But then his eyes lit up. Maybe people will pay more for a talking fish… “Hey! Are you, like, listening to me?!”
“Relax. I’ll let go of a talking fish anyways” Lithuania said and the Polish fish grinned happily before Lithuania placed the flounder back into the water. “I hope he doesn’t get eaten by a shark while he’s down there” he muttered to himself and went back to his home to his wife in the hovel.
“Darling! I’m home!” Lithuania shouted as he stepped inside his house. Oh how much he loved this role! Belarus turned from sharpening her steak knives.
“Hello…husband” Belarus forced out, her words dripping with venom. Oh how much she hated this role! “You didn’t catch anything today?”
“No,” Lithuania said, rubbing the back of his head shyly, “I did catch this flounder, but he said he was an enchanted prince, so I let him go again”
“An enchanted prince? Are you serious?!” Belarus shouted, “didn’t you at least ask for something first?”
“…Was I supposed to?” Lithuania asked and Belarus scowled before placing on her sad eyes.
“It’s so difficult to live in this dirty shack, you should have wished for us to live in a small cottage. In fact, yeah. Go back to him and tell him we want a small cottage, he’ll at least give us that”
“Why should I go back to him?”
“You could have caught him and sold him at the market and we could have got some money, but you let him go. He owes us”
Lithuania didn’t really want to go, but he didn’t want to upset his sweet wife (sweet?) either. Besides, he was just now regaining the feeling in his hands. He sighed and went back to the sea.
Once he got there, the sea was all green and yellow (remember kids, DON’T POLLUTE OUR WATERS) and no longer smooth, he stood and shouted out:
“Flounder, flounder in the sea, come, I pray thee, here to me. For my dear wife, good Belarus-”
“Good? Are you kidding me? The woman wouldn’t hesitate to drop an anvil on you, like, wow, how good is that?!” Poland shouted and Lithuania sighed. Silly Polish fish, Belarus is just saying that she loves Lithuania in her own special way…Riight~
“You see, I did catch you, but my wife said I really should have asked for something. She doesn’t like to live in such a wretched hut; she would like to live in a small cottage”
“Does she” Poland scowled and waited a few seconds, “Go then, she already has it. I’m outtie”
Lithuania thanked the flounder and hurried home and sure enough, there was a nice stone cottage with Belarus sitting at the doorstep. She smiled a very OOC smile and led Lithuania into their new home. Inside was a very nicely sized kitchen and pantry filled to the brim with food, a small little parlor with the finest of furniture and a bedroom with a very big bed. And behind the cottage was a small yard with ducks and hens and a small garden with flowers and fruits.
“It’s so nice” Belarus admitted and Lithuania tried to hold her hand, only to just put his hand back to his side once he got a death glare from his wife.
“Yeah, we’ll live quite contented”
“We’ll see about that” Belarus muttered and they both went to bed…well, Belarus went to sleep in the bed, Lithuania made his bed on the couch. Well, she had to draw the line somewhere, folks.
Everything went well for a week until Belarus stated, “Husband, this cottage is far too small for us and the garden and yard is little, that flounder should have given us a bigger house”
“Well, you did say you wanted a small cottage” Lithuania said quietly and Belarus ignored the comment that came out of the nation’s mouth (but then again, she ignored almost everything Lithuania says).
“Tell him that we want to live in a stone castle” Belarus ordered and Lithuania gotten up to his feet.
“But this place is so nice, why do we need to live in a castle? I don’t want to go back to the flounder so soon, he might get angry” he said and Belarus once again placed on those ‘you-will-obey-me’ sad eyes.
"We could have sold him for money but we let him go and then he repays us by sticking us in a cottage that was even smaller than our hovel. He owes us”
Lithuania sighed and then made his way to the sea, repeating over in his mind, “This isn’t right. This isn’t right”.
Once he came to the now swirling purple and dark-blue ocean, he called out:
“Flounder, flounder in the sea, come, I pray thee, here to me. For my dear wife, good Belarus-”
“That fox isn’t good. Do I have to spell it out for you?” Poland grumbled back and Lithuania, a little freaked out, said:
“You see, my wife finds the cottage too small and would want to live in a great, stone castle”
“Well she said she wanted a small cottage” Poland replied and Lithuania nodded. “Go, she already has it”
Lithuania hurried his way back to the home only to find a large castle and Belarus standing on the steps. She led Lithuania inside once more to marvel at the bright and beautiful hangings on the wall, the tables and chairs that looked like they were made out of gold, the glass chandeliers that hung from the ceilings and the servants that threw doors open wide for them. And in the back was a courtyard with horses and a magnificent garden.
“This is way better than that old cramped cottage” Belarus said and Lithuania smiled weakly.
“Yeah, now we’ll live in this beautiful castle and be content” he said and Belarus frowned.
“We’ll see about that” she muttered and they both went to bed…Belarus sleeping in the bed and Lithuania sleeping on a more comfortable couch, of course.
The next morning, Belarus woke Lithuania up from his couch and dragged him over to the window to see the valleys and the farmlands of the land they resided in.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have rule over all that land? Go to that flounder; tell him that we want to become king” Belarus ordered and Lithuania stiffened.
“Why do we need to become king? I don’t want to become king” Lithuania said and Belarus scoffed.
“Fine then, if you don’t want to become king, then I will. Tell the flounder that I want to become king”
“Why do you want to become king? I don’t want to go now” Lithuania pleaded and Belarus placed on her ‘OBEY-ME~’ sad eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I want to become king? Just go!” she ordered and Lithuania sighed before walking out the door to the ocean. Lithuania kept muttering to himself, “It’s not right, it’s not right”, until he reached the ocean that was tossing and turning and smelled absolutely putrid.
“Poland…”Lithuania said and the flounder came out. He twiddled his fingers. “You see, my wife isn’t so happy with the castle anymore and wants to become king-”
“King? Seriously? Like, greedy much” Poland stated and Lithuania looked down at his feet. “Fine, she has it. You, like, seriously need to grow a backbone, Liet” the flounder said and went back underwater and Lithuania made his way back to his home.
Once he got to his home, he found the castle to be even bigger than before and that Belarus was no longer standing outside waiting for him. There were guards and a number of soldiers with trumpets and kettle-drums. And when he went inside, everything was made of marble and gold. And there sat Belarus, perched on top a tall throne of gold and wore a crown adorned with diamonds.
“Ah wife, so you are now king” Lithuania said as Belarus twirled her scepter like a baton.
“Yes”
One awkward silence later…
“So does this mean that you’ll stop wishing for things?”
“Heck no!” Belarus shouted and Lithuania hung his head. “These past 10 minutes made me think and I can bear it no longer; go to the flounder, I am king, but I want to become emperor”
“WHAT?!” Lithuania shouted, taken aback. “Why do you want to become emperor?! He can’t make you emperor; I’m pretty sure of that. There’s already an emperor here and the flounder can’t make you one!” Lithuania said and Belarus placed on her ‘bitch-you-better-obey-me’ eyes.
“I am the king! You are nothing but a nation that must play my husband in this stupid story. If the flounder could make me a king, he can make me an emperor. Now go!”
Lithuania dragged his feet back to the ocean, screaming in his head how this will not end well and the flounder must at last get tired out. With that, he reached the now black and bubbling sea and said:
“Flounder, flounder-”
“Like, what does she want now?” Poland asked, annoyed.
“Alas, my wife wants to become emperor”
“Emperor?! But I, like, just made her a king 10 minutes ago! So not cool! I better be getting something good out of doing this role!” Poland shouted before muttering, “Go to her. She’s an emperor”
Lithuania had his speech all planned out in his head, just in case Belarus wanted to wish for something else as soon as he set foot in the place. Once he got there, he found that the castle was now a palace that was made all of marble and soldiers were marching, smashing cymbals and blowing trumpets. He pushed past all of the barons and counts and dukes until finally finding Belarus sitting in an even taller throne with an even bigger crown.
“Wife, are you emperor?” Lithuania asked. No Lithuania, she was just dressing up as an emperor and had all of these actors and the place painted over for the hell of it.
“Yes” Belarus replied lazily and Lithuania took a step forward.
“Wife, now that you are emperor, be satisfied with what you have. You can’t become anything greater now” Lithuania pleaded and Belarus crossed her arms.
“I’ll think about it” she stated and she went to her bed while Lithuania went to his couch. But greediness kept her awake, for she was thinking about what else she could possibly become. As she tossed and turned in her bed and the redness of dawn began to peek its way through the window, she sat up and looked at it, a smile forming at her lips.
Lithuania was pushed off the couch by his wife and onto the floor and she pointed at the sun rising in the east.
“Can’t I too order when the sun and the moon should rise? Husband! Go to the flounder; tell him I want to be even as God is” she said and Lithuania rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I think I misunderstood what you just said” Lithuania stated with an ‘oh-please-don’t-say-what-I-think-you’re-going-to-say’ smile.
“If I can’t control the rise of the sun and the moon, I won’t be able to know how to feel another happy hour again” Belarus said oh-so-dramatically and Lithuania gulped, jumping up onto his feet.
“I can’t do that! And neither can the Flounder! He made you a king and an emperor. I plead you, don’t ask for anymore; continue going on as emperor” Lithuania groaned and Belarus fell to the floor, kicking and screaming furiously and very OOC-ly.
“I want to be like God! OBEY ME!” she shouted and Lithuania quickly threw on his pants (some visual, huh folks?) and dashed out the door. How he hated his wife’s dark-yet-somehow-sexy-and-irresistible attitude. Hmm…maybe Lithuania is really a masochist, it would explain things.
Outside of their not-so-happy-dappy palace was a raging storm with winds that almost knocked the Lithuanian off his feet as he tried to make his way to the now black and wild sea.
“Flounder, flounder in the sea-” Lithuania started out and Poland popped up.
“It’s like, 6am in the morning! I so totally need my beauty sleep! What does she want now?!” Poland shouted and Lithuania paused.
“She wants to be like god, but I just want her to be happy” Lithuania stated and Poland pondered a bit.
“Like, you can go now. She’s living back in that dirty shack again” Poland said and Lithuania’s jaw dropped. “But hey, at least she’ll be, like, happy”
Lithuania sighed and dragged his feet back to where their home now stood and waited a few seconds before he entered the hovel.
Everything was back to normal like Poland had said, except Belarus was holding onto a chained Russia, who was looking very scared and disturbed at the moment. Russia’s eyes lit up once Lithuania had stopped to stare at the sight.
“Ah, Lithuania!” Russia shouted and Belarus gave a glare at the Baltic nation.
“Are you happy, Belarus?” Lithuania asked.
“I’d be even happier if you would leave me and nii-san alone” Belarus replied.
“No Lithuania, stay with us! Three’s company, right?” Russia pleaded.
“No, three’s a crowd. Beat it, Lithuania” Belarus ordered.
And so, Belarus was happy that Russia was now her boy-toy for life but not happy because he was trying to escape to be with Lithuania. Lithuania was happy because Belarus was happy but not happy that her boy-toy was determined to make him his boy-toy. And Russia was happy that his boy-toy was with him again but not happy that Belarus had decided that she & him will be getting married next week.
So…hm…yeah, they’ll get their actual happily ever after next time.
Coming up next: The Little Red Hen
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I lol'd XD
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The whole thing is total, epic win. But this paragraph is the best.