First off I'm English myself so excuse any English words in there like trouser etc
I don't own Hetalia in any way, shape or form.
This is a none profit fanfiction, all rights reserved to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Morning- 4:46
She awoke silently in the light originating from a gap in the curtains, still lying down in the bed she rubbed her eyes and rose slightly only to retreat suddenly back into the blanket when the chill in the air hit her bare chest.
She held her blanket tightly to her chest when she realised, her BARE chest.
Where was she?
Why was she… naked?
Who was she next to?
She then took a breath to think about that last question…
WHO WAS SHE NEXT TO?
She was marvelling at the human shape, which was under the blankets, hiding its face.
-Oh god who the hell is that, could I just…-
She moved one of her hands to the head of the object and slightly pushed the tip of the blanket a few centimetres off the head.
-Blond hair, no it's too messy to be Germany's, not long enough for Greece's-
She lay in wonder for a few moments until…
-No… not him, it couldn't be… not him, anyone but in fact just not-
"…Arthur" she stuttered out hoping it wasn't.
Suddenly the shape moved slightly and she heard-
"Err… bloody hell" yawn* with that the man returned to his deep slumber.
-No, hes the only person who would say that, even Germany would be better then him, even if he is in love with Italy-
"monsieur Kirkland, is that you" the island girl said in a hush tone.
It was then that she remembered calling someone that last night… late last night… "Oh dieu, no" She said out loud.
The person who lay next to her then shifted his poison and moved upward and sat up next to her and turned his face reviling that he was who she feared he might be.
"Seychelles, why are you in my bed… Burger me, I'm naked" England said with a unchanged tone.
"Seychelles, cover yourself would you" with that he looked the other way.
She then squirmed where she lay to move the blanket over her chest.
"Oh mon dieu we didn't… did we" Seychelles asked with embarrassment in her voice
"I don't know but I have a thumping head ache & I can't remember much" the main-land country stated, his voice switching to a pained tone.
"Mine to, I remember vin" Seychelles said her voice pained like England's.
-Vin, vin… VIN, français Vin, Francis & her were drinking at… at-
suddenly her train of thought was interrupted when England said-
"French Wine in my house, the frog, we were all hear last night drinking, that bloody frog will pay when I get him"
Seychelles' memory started to return to her, he was right they were at England's house and they were drinking, but she couldn't remember where France was or how she seemed to of gotten bedded by England of all people, she looked at him now sitting up with her chest covered only to receive an angered stare, she turned back & blushed before dropping to the mattress once again.
-Might as well enjoy the comfy bed, a foreign bed though it may be, is this how Angleterre sleeps all the time, hes so heureux-
He turned his head momentarily before doing what she did & retreating back into bed, this time he kept his head over the covers, just then he thought that if he had been awake when she woke him up he could off seen… he snapped out of it before letting out a sigh.
A few hours' later- 7:07
England awoke to the abrupt sound of his alarm, looking to his right he saw the island still sleeping with her back to him though the covers had fallen a little reviling she wasn't wearing a bra, he then realised he wasn't wearing anything at all.
He rose slightly as to not wake her up & continued to get out of bed before looking for anything to ware, he walked over to his chest of clothes when a startled & slightly muffled scream reached his ears.
"Monsieur Angleterre, your Nude & indecent" Seychelles announced with a shriek
"Well close your eyes Sey, you may have seen me bereft of clothes last night but you don't need to look" the English man said in a huff, with that he opened the chest and removed some trousers & proceeded to put them on.
She had hid under the sheets to await him to finish clothing.
-That désemparés, stupide, Handsome tromper… wait Handsome, no I didn't just think that-
"Hey Seychelles catch" a shirtless England said tossing a long sleeves buttoned shirt to the girl, she saw the shirt he had passed float down in front of her & hesitantly grabbed it & looked at him before going red.
"Err… Monsieur Angleterre… could you," the girl stuttered out
"Oh of course" England turned to face the wall while she put the shirt on, he turned and saw that it was a little big for her, the bottom of it reaching down to her mid thighs & cuffs stretching past her hands.
England blushed slightly at the sight and thought to him-self that he was going as bad as the frog, with that thought, clad only in trousers he entered the bathroom.
"Err, what a way to start off the day," he said to himself sighing once more.
"What the hell happened last night, what did I do with her" he asked himself, suddenly he heard a shuffling from behind the shower curtain, he stood frozen in fear before bucking up and reaching for the curtain.
In a swift action he passed the curtains a side at felt his face going void of emotions when he saw he was looking at the Frenchmen, fully clothes in his bathtub with bottles of wine spread around him.
"Mon Dieu, what happened Angleterre, what are you doing in my house" asked France.
"Your house, this is my bathroom you frog, why are you hear" stated by a confused England.
"Look who has a temper in the matin, relax mon ami, how did I get hear then… oh were you doing something to me, you sournois fox Angleterre, you do know you could of just asked no"? A joking Frenchmen said
"YOU BLOODY FROG" an angry England shouted
"Everything alright Angleterre, someone in their with you"? A worried Seychelles asked through the door, England stood in shook of what was happening
-Shit if that bloody frog finds out what's happening he will blab to everyone & they will think Seychelles & I…- thought England
"Mon, mon Angleterre, did you bed my lovely Seychelles, fair deuce mon ami?" The Frenchmen whispered to England in a hush voice as to not alarm Seychelles.
"Listen hear Fro… my friend, if you keep this quite then I'll… visit your country with you… deal" an belittled Englishman uttered quietly admitting defeat.
"Oh magnifique, you will love France mon ami" Francis said slightly clapping to himself.
"Angleterre, hello you their" the island girl asked trying to communicate through a wooden door.
England began to explain "Err… yes-"
"Call her chéri, I mean Darling she will love that" the Frenchmen whispered into England's ear,
"What, why?" England asked trying to stay quite.
"Do it or I will tell Amérique?" threatened France with a sly tone in his voice.
"Fine…I'm fine… Darling…" England decided to abandon his dignity seeing that France realised he could make demands
"Darling? You sure your alright Monsieur Kirkland" Seychelles asked worrying more.
"Monsieur Kirkland, kinky of you Angleterre" France stated looking at the embarrassed country.
"Oh shut up frog, Yes Sey I'm going to come out now," he said with a clear voice giving a hand gesture to France to hide again.
With that he opened the door & looked at Seychelles, she hadn't put on any trousers but she was wearing some boxers which belonged to England.
"Hope you don't mind, I couldn't find my… culotte"
He could picture France's face going red at that last comment.
"Its… it's err fine"
"Good… can I err… use your toilettes"
Almost immediately he answered, as alarm bells went off in his head "NO"
"No? Why not?"
"Err… I was just in there and it… stinks," he said as he let go off even more pride
"Oh, I see, can you show me to a guest toilettes then please"
"Yes, France taught you to be very polite you know, didn't know he even had a morale bone in his body"
"What do you have contre France"
"He has been my enemy for years, he made a fool of me by making me grow then cut my hair ridiculously, he invaded me in time of weakness and force me to save him countless times & he once tried to make me MARRY HIM, HIM OF ALL PEOPLE"
"Oh, ok, but hes a good guy, hes a little perverted but still give him a chance"
"I err… err… ok fine
With that he showed her to the guest bathroom.
He headed back to his room alone while she was in the bathroom, once he was in their a man bounded toward him with a smile on his face.
"Does this mean you will come to France then" the Frenchmen said still a little drunk.
" Look, I… err…" he didn't know what to say but then the phone went, he reached out to it and answered.
"Hello, English residence, Arthur Kirkland specking, who may this be?"
"Bro, its Alfred, America, the Hero of your life"
He scoffed "What do you want America?"
"Don't be so cold bro, hey you want to come round?"
"Err, me go to America again… err"
"Well? come on, what else are you doing"
*Sigh* "I'm going to… to…"
"Yes?"
"…France"
"FRANCE, but you hate Francis, why would you go to his house"
"I… France asked me first, sorry bro"
He put the phone down before the conversation continued.
"Happy" England said not even looking the Frenchmen's direction.
"Yes, I am now"
"England I'm coming back in"
"Crap get back in the loo"
"Buts it's so cramped"
"I don't care"
France hurried back into the toilet and left the island & mainland to it…
The End FinAuthors noteThis is my first attempt at a Hetalia Fanfiction, I'm goner start a new one depicting what went on the night before, that will be Rated M
Translated FrenchToilettes- restroom
Heureux- lucky
Vin- wine
Dieu- God
Angleterre- England
Monsieur- Mister
Sournois- sly
Contre- against