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“Write an out of context Hetalia scene about Germany getting chased by Italy, Jap” (8 conversations)
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Oct 11, 2023 at 9:27 AM EEST
Romania
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Write an out of context Hetalia scene about Germany getting chased by Italy, Japan, Denmark, Poland, England and America for making a bad joke. Italy is chasing him with a bundle of pasta. Japan is chasing him with a leak while screaming banzai. Denmark is chasing him with a crutch. Poland is chasing him with a riding crop. England is chasing him with rotten eggs. America is chasing him with a skunk spray.
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[Scene: An idyllic countryside in Hetalia universe. Germany is sprinting for his life, his jacket flapping behind him as he desperately tries to escape his pursuers.] Germany: [Running] Nein, nein! Wait, guys! It was just a joke! I didn't mean it! [Italy, panting heavily, holds aloft a bundle of pasta in one hand, his eyes ablaze with determination.] Italy: Pasta avenger! Your pun was not funny, Germany! Prepare for the wrath of the spaghetti! [Japan, his expression determined, follows closely behind, wielding a leak like a samurai sword and yelling at the top of his lungs.] Japan: Banzai! Prepare to face the consequences of your silly jokes, Germany-san! The leak of justice shall strike you down! [Denmark, his face contorted into a mischievous grin, limps after Germany with a crutch in hand, swinging it threateningly.] Denmark: Haha! You can run, but you can't escape the wrath of a Danish Viking, Germany! Taste my crutch of retribution! [Poland, armed with a riding crop, elegantly pursues Germany, his noble features fixed in an expression of righteous indignation.] Poland: Unforgivable! How dare you tarnish the realm of humor with your pathetic attempt at a joke, Germany! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget! [England, his once-pristine suit now in tatters, brandishes a basket of rotten eggs, his face twisted with anger.] England: You scoundrel! Your terrible jests have no place in civilized society! Feel the wrath of my rotten eggs, Germany! You shall rue the day! [America, with a determined look, charges forward holding a can of skunk spray, his hair waving in the wind.] America: Alright, buddy! No joke is too small for the mighty USA to ignore! Prepare to get a whiff of justice, Germany! Freedom and skunk spray shall prevail! [Germany, out of breath, desperately searches for an escape route, his eyes widening with panic.] Germany: Ach, I underestimated the gravity of bad jokes! Someone, please spare me! I promise, no more jokes! [Amidst the chaos and pursuit, the scene cuts abruptly, leaving the conclusion to our imagination.]