Hetalia- I DON'T Have Cooties

“Oh Berlin! Come play with me! I am playing tag, da?” Moscow said, her loose tooth wiggling out of her smile. Berlin nodded and went over to play with his friend. The two began chasing each other around the playground when a group of boys stopped Berlin.

“You need to come and meet in the tunnel with us!” Seoul said while his arms on his hips. Rome and Tokyo helped drag Berlin away. Moscow sadly waved to her friend. When the group of 1st grade boys gathered in the secret tunnel of boys and all things better than cats, or STBAATBTC.

“Vhat vas zhat for?! I vas about to tag Moscow!” Berlin said, with a slight pout. “Well you cannot anymore! As you all know it is cooties season, and Beijing has given us all cootie shots in this group of boys but YOU, Berlin! And Moscow has cooties!” Seoul said. “But I got zhem last year!” Berlin said. “So? You need them every year! And until cooties season is over you are banned from the tunnel!” DC said to his nephew. All the boys said as they pointed to the exit.

Berlin turned to his friends. They sadly had to point too. Berlin hung his head and left. Moscow came up with him with a  smile. “Want to play again?” she asked. Berlin balled his hands into fists. “NO! YOU GAVE ME YOUR ICKY COOTIES! I VOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF I DIDN’T PLAY VITH YOU!” He shouted at her. He then stormed off, making everyone on the playground take a step away from him.

Moscow sniffled. Her best friend was being so mean to her! She couldn’t help that she always got cooties before Beijing had time to schedule her in to get the shots! Moscow’s eyes were slowly filling with tears as she entered the school and headed to her mother’s classroom, who taught Kindergarten.

Berlin sighed as he sat alone in the classroom. It was better in here than at lunch with everyone else where everyone can whisper about you and ignore you. “Stupid Moscow giving me her cooties!” Berlin mumbled as he played with the food his mutti made for him, wurst and potato balls in the shape of Schnappi.

France came into the classroom to get the ingredients for no bake cookies ready when he saw his student, Berlin, sitting all alone. “What is wrong, little Berlin? Did Moscow say you were a girl, again?” France asked as he placed his ponytail behind his head instead of his shoulder. “Nein…I didn’t get my shots quick enough und Moscow game me zhe cooties and now no one vill talk to me” Berlin said as he looked down at his Schnappi lunch box.

“I bet Moscow will talk to you. She has them too, just like you said” France said with an understanding smile. “No…I yelled at her und her friends talk to her…just zhey stay a foot avay und vear masks” Berlin sighed. “Well…You might have hurt her feelings, berlin…Maybe you should make her an apology gift….since you finished your lunch” France said. Berlin went to look for the potatoes he was supposed to mash, but weren’t there. France’s cheeks we filled with two potato balls.

“Okay Mr. France…Danke” Berlin said as he grabbed some paper and began coloring and drawing and cutting and stapling, with the help of France, of course. Finally the students came back and sat in their seats.

“Okay. Today we were supposed to have no bake cookies but I decided to make the Cootie Cake, because I have heard it was cootie season. I used to make this when I was a child” France said with a giggle. Ottawa raised his hand. “Uncle France, did you ever get coooooties?” she asked, showing her baby smile, since she was only 3. The preschool had boost her up because she had been there since she was one.

“I used to get them all the time, my dear!” France said, making a dramatic pose. The kids gasped. “Papa do you have the cooties now?!” Paris asked. “No. I make sure to be the first to get my cooties shots when the season hits, isn’t that right, Beijing?”  France asked. Beijing nodded. He always bribed her with cookies to get the first shot.

France began to mix the chocolate and vanilla batter and began to make the soft cookie pancakes. “No when you eat this, it gets rid of the cooties you may have, but it isn’t a cootie shot. So if you haven’t gotten them yet you should talk to Beijing” France said. He loved the idea of this little game the kids played.

France placed the cakes into the oven in rows of 2 by 6 with one extra. He passed out to the children a bit of crème to stir, saying that it was cootie killers. Berlin looked at the pink frosting and stuck his tongue out. He hated pink.

France gathered everyone’s crème and began putting it in his Cremer to put in the pancakes. He got out the snacks and placed them on the counter. He began to fill them with crème and placed blue and pink sprinkles on top of each one. “Now come and get one everyone” he said. The children rushed to get theirs, well except to Ottawa, she knew she would get crushed if she went. So she usually waited till last.

Everyone began eating the sweet treat. It was yummy. Berlin grinned. Now he had no cooties! And neither did Moscow! He walked up to Beijing, who sat in front of him and asked. All of the twelve other students stared at him. “Can I please get my cootie shots?” Berlin asked. Beijing nodded and went into her bag and grabbed her toy shot. She pinched it on Berlin’s arm twice. She then began singing while placing band aids her father made for her.

“Circle! Circle! Dot! Dot! Now I have my cootie shot” She chanted. She did the same to Moscow, who didn’t acknowledge Berlin. When she got her shot, Berlin went up to her with a little booklet. “I am sorry, Moscow, for yelling at you…I hope you accept my coupons I made just for you” Berlin said with a blush on his face. Moscow smiled and snatched the book, knowing she wasn’t allowed to snatch. She flipped through and ripped out a certain one.

“I want to use this one right now!” She said as she handed him a coupon. Berlin blushed. In France’s handwriting, it said one free kiss. Berlin kissed her cheek and went back to his seat. Paris smirked. Oh she liked love. And how lovely it was.
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