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Title - Sexy Brow Power
Hetalia Crack
It was an Allies meeting. So far only France and America had shown up. They were painfully getting tired of each other's company.
"Dude why are you so old and disgusting!" America moaned.
France whipped his head back. "I'm as young as a baby and disgusting? Moi isn't the one shoving hamburgers down his throat!"
Before they could continue a wind came in, throwing the door open. A fog covered the doorway until one man stepped in.
England wiggled his eyebrows and the door shut behind him. France and America were forced to stare in amazement. His eyebrows were blasting them with sexiness. It was too much for them. They couldn't handle it.
America's iPhone flew out of his pocket and into England's outstretched right eyebrow. It began playing the Lonely Island song 'Jizz in my Pants.'
It was too much for them. Their pants became soiled with jizz as the lyrics 'Yes I jizzed in my pants' played and his eyebrow wiggled to it. Good, designer pants soiled from one man.
Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland walked inside. Their eyebrows began playing strip poker. America began flopping one the ground. Everywhere he went there was a trail. France was sucking on a tree's leaves, moaning into them.
After five minutes of eyebrow strip poker Ireland joined the party. Their eyebrows became shooting beer. Sparkling beer that said 'Sex Gods' on it.
America - being premature - exploded at this. France screamed at the top of his lungs "Boner alert!" A beanstalk grew from the helm of his pants all the way to the heavens. Mini Frances and Canadas began climbing that stalk singing Britney Spears.
Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland, and Ireland transformed into Phoenixes and flew away. England stood alone. He ripped of his shirt. On his chest was a picture of his eyebrows. Below it read 'Warning: Can radiate too much sexiness.'
This is why you don't mess with the United Kingdom and Ireland. Their eyebrows will send you into a sexiness blaze.
Hetalia Crack
It was an Allies meeting. So far only France and America had shown up. They were painfully getting tired of each other's company.
"Dude why are you so old and disgusting!" America moaned.
France whipped his head back. "I'm as young as a baby and disgusting? Moi isn't the one shoving hamburgers down his throat!"
Before they could continue a wind came in, throwing the door open. A fog covered the doorway until one man stepped in.
England wiggled his eyebrows and the door shut behind him. France and America were forced to stare in amazement. His eyebrows were blasting them with sexiness. It was too much for them. They couldn't handle it.
America's iPhone flew out of his pocket and into England's outstretched right eyebrow. It began playing the Lonely Island song 'Jizz in my Pants.'
It was too much for them. Their pants became soiled with jizz as the lyrics 'Yes I jizzed in my pants' played and his eyebrow wiggled to it. Good, designer pants soiled from one man.
Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland walked inside. Their eyebrows began playing strip poker. America began flopping one the ground. Everywhere he went there was a trail. France was sucking on a tree's leaves, moaning into them.
After five minutes of eyebrow strip poker Ireland joined the party. Their eyebrows became shooting beer. Sparkling beer that said 'Sex Gods' on it.
America - being premature - exploded at this. France screamed at the top of his lungs "Boner alert!" A beanstalk grew from the helm of his pants all the way to the heavens. Mini Frances and Canadas began climbing that stalk singing Britney Spears.
Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland, and Ireland transformed into Phoenixes and flew away. England stood alone. He ripped of his shirt. On his chest was a picture of his eyebrows. Below it read 'Warning: Can radiate too much sexiness.'
This is why you don't mess with the United Kingdom and Ireland. Their eyebrows will send you into a sexiness blaze.
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America turned his head down slightly to look at the British man.
"I don't see what you're so upset about."
England scowled. "Why wouldn't I be upset? You threw a pillow in my face. While I was reading."
The taller man pouted. "England, you're so boring. You need to lighten up. It always seems like you have a pole up your ass."
Iggy was not amused.
"That's France, you idiot."
A goofy smile spread across America's face. "Okay, you're right about that. But y'know what I'm sayin'! You need to enjoy life more!"
England scoffed. "You're just an arrogant idiot who spazzes out at the littlest things!" He poked America's chest, but righ
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What have I done? Oh God. I'm insane. Shit. I'm so going to hell for that. This is what happens when you're on a coffee high. Mother Britannia forgive me.
I'm not putting up a formal critique because this is just insanity. But ways to improve are always welcomed.
I own the story.
I don't own the characters.
What have I done? Oh God. I'm insane. Shit. I'm so going to hell for that. This is what happens when you're on a coffee high. Mother Britannia forgive me.
I'm not putting up a formal critique because this is just insanity. But ways to improve are always welcomed.
I own the story.
I don't own the characters.
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