|The Legend Of Freisland
Author: Thorn of Monkshood PM
Henri Henstra has always considered himself separate from Abel and his people, but now can he finally achieve independence from Netherlands? Find out, shall we? I wanna see R&R people! Even if it's just "Good job!"Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,145 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 01-31-13 - Published: 01-27-13 - id: 8952868
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Hi all, Heterica here with my first Hetalia fanfic. Enjoy. Disclaimer:
Feliciano: Heterica does not own Hetalia, so please don't hurt me! I'll do anything!
Henri was furious. He wanted no part with Abel whatsoever. That powerhungry socialist was trying to make him crack. No way he was going to become part of the Netherlands. Why? First of all, he had no choice in the matter. Secondly, Abel was a free-flopping hippie. Thirdly, he and Abel were totally different. He hated tulips, yets Abel loved them. Abel had no appreciation for polejumping, their two languages are totally different, and lastly, their cultures are very different.
While he was thinking of all this, Sara approached him.
She said "good day Mr. Henstra. Is everything well with you? I brought you oranges!"
"You ugly b $)*%%! You know i hate the fruit named after the evil man who imprisoned me here!" as he threw the basket over the dyke.
"Why you son of a b &$%! I worked all month on that basket!" She screamed.
"That's where you belong, water logged and inaudible! Go to Sverta Pete!" He yelled.
"Pervert! I'm telling Abel you said that!" She taunted.
"Tell him i say to hell with the duke of fruit and tulips!" He yelled at her.
"I hope you go there" she shot back.
"Missy, if you're gonna be in heaven, gladly!" He replied.
Henri knew that he would get in trouble, but it would be better than having to be nice to Sara. Her people were worse than Italians. They were lazy, gay, and chicken. He didn't care if America himself tried to force him. He was not going to apologize. They had done nothing to stand up to Germany. They had left him to fight, but nooo, Abel had to be a coward and surrender. Abel would pay. He would pay for it all.
Hey Papa! Hey Papa! Can I have some cheese?
Hey hey Mama! Hey hey Mama!
I can't get that strœp waffle we ate long long ago out of my head!
Draw a circle, that's the world, draw a circle, that's the world
Draw a circle that's the world, I'm Friesland!
Ahhh… you can see the magnificent world with just one stroke!
Toast with a big dyke! Freislaaand!