Hetaoni (Not Mine)

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I DONT OWN THIS I TOOK IT FROM A FANFICTION (just so i could suscribe here) ,OK, THIS IS NOT MINE I'LL GIVE YOU THE LINK TO PROVE IT. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6242451/1/HetaOni

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A mochi bounced down the hall as fast as its round, fat body could allow. Why didn't the creator of this universe make legs for its kind when easy escape was needed like now?

It saw the door, just to itsleft. Making a sharp turn and the mochi jumped at the doorknob, grabbing it with its mouth. Its eyes turned from one second joy back to terror however, because when it turned the knob, the door wouldn't open! Panic level rising to its highest, the mochi rattled the knob again. But it was no use; it was stubbornly locked from the outside.

The mochi let go and turned around to find a place to hideand...

If anyone was walking near the mansion on the East side of the mountains near a small town, they would have heard a desperate plead for mercy in the air.

12:01pm

"A...haunted mansion?"

America nodded enthusiastically as Japan just remained expressionless with Germany beside him. Italy was eating pasta behind them; the noise of the noodles being slurped was the only thing thatfilled the air. Anyone else that was in the food court was England, who was glaring at France as he attempted to silently grope Prussia; China who was reading a book, not knowing that Russia was creeping closer and closer up to him. Oh, and there was Canada behind America, looking as see through as ever.

"What do ya think? Doesn't it sound interesting?" America asked. "The meeting is finally overand we all have nothing else better to do. So let's all go and find it to investigate it now!"

"Ehh?" Everyone stopped what they were doing. Italy swallowed the last fork full of pasta and let out a small burp. "Vee, what are you going to do, Japan?" Italy asked, his face full of pasta sauce.

As Germany proceeded to wipe Italy's face, Japan just answered, "Umm, actually, I am supposed to goto Germany-san's house for the weekend, so..."

"And I have Tai Chi lessons to attend to after this aru," China added.

"I was planning to follow wherever China was going..." The Chinese nation leapt out of his seat as Russia closed in on him.

"Sorry, America, but I want to hit on the girls around this area with my newly developed skill," France took out a sabre that was attached to hiswaist.

"And I have better things to do then to wash the pants you soil when you do find a ghost, you git," England just took a sip of his tea as America shouted out something in English that was too fast for the others to catch.

"I'm not really interested either," Germany sighed as he wiped away the last spec of sauce on Italy's face.

Prussia just laughed as he hollered, "West, don't tell meya scared!" He continued to laugh as Germany shot back at him for the jibe.

The place fell into chaos as the sound rosed from civilized nations chat to humorous nations spat (that it blocked out Canada's "Umm, I have archery today..."). Any nations that passed by only ignored them. It was chaotic enough with the 'AmericaEnglandFrance', 'GermanyPrussia', and 'Russia-only' combos thrown inalready. Adding anything else like a 'Romano-withwhoever' combo into it would only make it worse. The noise rose higher and higher, that it caused anyone that was on the other side of the World Meeting building to be able to hear the commotion.

America's voice raised above them as he shouted to the loudest, "Hey! Listen to the Hero here when he speaks!" And feeling like a gigantic wave crashing intoto them, they all fell silent. Everyone blinked as they turned to America, who now looked dumbfounded as he said in amazement, "Wow, that worked better than I thought." He cleared his throat before he continued, "Sorry, but as nations, we have all the time in the world for our own activities, right? Ever since the world had come into peace and nothing epic has been going on, don't you think it...
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