The octopus-thing – who knew if it could understand him, but it loosened its grip under Australia’s glare. And slowly, eventually it released him fully – eyeing him the whole time, with Australia muttering curses every now and then – until the nation could slip out and make a mad dash for it, pausing only to grasp his shorts and hitch them up to his waist.

He forgot about his Bowie knife in the pool next to him, too, which he sure regretted that time later in the jungle, with the weird almost sentient plants.

Sometimes, Oz just had too many surprises.

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The end.

Also, please note that this exists: [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octopus_wrestling ] If that’s not the perfect prompt for some wacky America/+Australia, I don’t know what is. (I love learning weird facts when researching for Hetalia fics.)

Thanks for reading, y’all! And sorry, OP, that this kind of sucked. It’s my first time! (writing tentacle!porn.)

Also, I just want to share that my working title for this fic was “god what is this” bwahahahaha I love this fandom!