Argentina's heart raced as she ran with all the speed she could muster. A bullet whizzed past her, just missing her ear. Angry shouts could be heard in the distance.
"Argentina! What have you done with my guns?!"yelled a furious Swizerland.
She knew she was in deep trouble now. Argentina thought she had done a good deed by emptying Switzerland's gun stash. Maybe they didn't have the same views on peace. Or maybe she had gotten rid of one of the most important things to him, besides his little sister and money. All she could do now was run and insist that she was only helping him by spring cleaning.
Swizerland was a little, no, very ticked off. He had just come home from a relaxing, peaceful walk, only to find his prized collection of guns missing. He figured a certain peace-loving South American country was behind this. After all, she was known to go on cleaning binges. But this time, she had gone a bit too far. He was going to find out exactly where his "secret" stash had vanished. He fired off a few more bulllets. All shots missed, of course. They weren't mean to hit, only to stop her from running. Although, that type of misguided plan never worked.
"One day, you're gonna need me, Switzerland! And I won't be here, because you killed me!"Argentina pleaded.
"Yeah right! Just give back my guns!"Switzerland said, starting to catch up with her.
All of a sudden, a pantless Italy ran right between the two countries. Switzerland automatically turned his attention toward him. No way was Italy going pantless in his land AGAIN!
"Italy! I warned you before! Wear pants in my country!" Swizterland shouted, chasing after him. This is where Argentine made her escape. She's remember to thank Italy later. After all, that was a very daring move considering how trigger-happy Switzerland was at that moment.
Later, as she was walking through a forest on her way to visit Germany, she heard a rustling sound coming from a bush. Hoping it was just Prussia "spying" again, she ventured on and tried to ignore the strange noise. Eventually, curiosity got the best of her(as it often did), and Argentina decided to figure out what exactly was creating such a racket. She wandered around until she came to a suspicious-looking, moving bush. Startled, she kicked it. A loud "Ouch!" could be heard. The voice was seemingly familiar.
"Switzerland?"she questioned, cautiously.
"Argentina? What the heck?! Never mind! Just help me!"he ordered. Argentina thought about this. Why should she help the person who was just hours ago chasing and shooting at her? Still, everyone was entitled to help when in need. She pulled and pulled on Switzerland(She was never very athletic or strong) until he was finally free of the bush. He thanked her and apologized for earlier's events, but one question just couldn't be avoided.
"Whatever happened to my guns, by the way?" Switzerland inquired.
Argentina pondered this and replied,"I gave them to Germany."
"You did WHAT?!!!"snapped a once again pissed off Switzerland. The chase was now back on, and wouldn't end for quite some time.
AN: This is actually the story that started me writing these fanfics! It was supposed for Language Arts class in school. The project we were doing was writing our own version of the Good Samaritan after reading a different version in the textbook. I would've read it aloud to the class, but I screwed it up too much! XD Or so I thought! And I wasn't finished yet.^_~
