A short ending for this fanfic. Enjoy!
Sorry for the OOCNESS.
At the Sea Life Centre in Germany,
"Oh Paul. Where are you? I want to have your tentacles cut off and eat you alive." Holland stated maliciously, thinking of ways to eat the Octopus. Deep fried? Baked? Cooked? Raw?
"We're having takoyaki, Holland. I think Kiku knows how to make one out of Paul..." Ludwig nodded, cupping his chin with his hand.
"Excellent." Holland smirked, rubbing his hands together. "Now. Where is his tank?"
"His tank should be right..." Ludwig pointed his index finger to an empty tank with no sight of Paul. "...there."
"What happened to Paul?" Holland clutching onto the tank, shaking it vigorously. "Where is he?"
"Ah. Bon appetit!"
Ludwig and Holland suddenly whipped their head to the back, spotting Francis about to have a meal, unusually in Germany and in an aquarium. They walked over. Ludwig placed his hand on one of Francis's shoulder as he raised an eyebrow.
"It looks to me you're having a meal." Ludwig deadpanned. "Might I ask what it is?"
"It's braised octopus! French-style, of course."
Holland shot him a sharp look to which Francis responded with a happy nod.
"Oui Oui. It's from that tank over there." Francis said, motioning them with his chin at the empty tank that was once Paul's home. "The Germans were all saying that this Paul the octopus would be delicious if cooked or anything! So, I thought braised would be fine too."
The temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. The French could sense an evil aura surrounding them both as they stood there as flames were starting to form around them too, much to Francis's surprise and dismay.
Francis had a very bad feeling about this.
A very, very bad one.
Meanwhile, back in...wherever Antonio and Feliciano were,
"MY COUNTRY WON! MY COUNTRY WON!"
"YOU WON! YOU WON!"
And they began screaming and laughing and crying and dancing around the bonfire they caused.
"I am concerned for the octopus. I am thinking of sending him a protective team." - Spain Prime Minister Jose Zapatero
Oh. You should Mister Prime Minister, you should. *takes out M16 to shoot Paul*
SPAIN WON! YAY. *Aims at Paul*
What do you guys think about this? *referring to World cup and also this fanfic of mine*