Well, there's my first chapter. I think the 'cruise ship' theme has been done before, but I've been planning this for quite some time, and really enjoyed writing it, so I'm going to publish it.
I don't own Hetalia. If I did, Germany and Italy would be married.
"What's taking him so long?"
"I don't know."
"I wasn't talking to you!"
"Ohoho~n, then who were you talking to? Your imaginary friends?"
"Shut up! It's called a rhetorical question. And it's not my fault you can't see them."
England turned his back on his long-haired rival. He was getting impatient waiting for America to arrive in his ship. Today was the day he said he would let his friends (and whoever they dragged in) take a cruise on his brand new luxury ship. He furrowed his bushy eyebrows and ran a hand through his messy blond hair.
"Don't worry, France, he's always impatient." said Seychelles, a pleasant girl with sun-kissed skin and shoulder length black hair on two pigtails.
"Oh, I know," said France, winking one blue eye and tossing his silky blond hair back. "That's what makes it so much fun to tease him."
"I can hear you, you know." Said England threateningly, giving France a firm green glare.
"Of course-otherwise my beautiful words would be wasted!"
England just glared, having no response to France's retort.
"Oh, stop fighting, you two! Doesn't it get old!" Yelped Switzerland, another blond boy with an explosive temper. "I don't know how I'll stand living so close to you for the whole cruise if you're picking a new fight every three seconds!"
Nobody responded. Even though he was a permanently neutral nation, no one wanted to be on his bad side.
"Um, Brother," said Liechtenstein, Switzerland's sweet little sister, looking up at him with her big green eyes, "America's boat is here..."
Switzerland's gaze quickly softened as he looked at his sister. "Oh, uh, so it has." He turned away quickly to hide signs of his only weakness. "About time!" He scoffed hastily.
"Yo!" yelled America from the deck of his ship.
He ran down the ramp as soon as soon as it was lowered, overly eager to greet his guests. He wore a new suit just for the occasion, and his golden hair was done more carefully that usual. Bright blue eyes looked cheerfully from behind square rimless glasses.
"So? What do you think?" He couldn't wait for the group of countries to give him praise.
And no one could do anything but that. The ship was nothing short of magnificent; its elegance could be seen even from the shore. Perhaps the most noticeable feature from dry land was the flags. The flag of each nation boarding had been sewn onto a thin multicolored tapestry, which had been draped along the sides of the boat. There were two flags on the flagpole, the US flag on the bottom, and a flag belonging to no nation above it. The flag on top was simply blue with the continents embroidered in green.
At first, the guests just stared. The first to break the silence-much to America's relief-was Spain.
"That is just amazing. You've really outdone yourself," he grinned. Turning to the nations behind him, he added, "Now, what do you say we get this party started?"
This was met by a whoop of agreement from the crowd.
"Yeah!" said America, gesturing towards the boat. It was only then that he noticed the orange light of a sinking sun touching Spain's tan cheek. "Oh, sorry about the wait. Heheh...that Atlantic ocean..."
"Is it really that hard to cross?" asked Italy, "I mean I drove Japan here in just-"
His statement was cut short by Germany jabbing a burly elbow into his side. "Don't say things like that!" he scolded in a harsh whisper.
In the background, Japan was laying on the ground, recovering from his drive with Italy.
"Okay! Your rooms are marked by your flag. It's two to a room for the most part, and I tried to put you with family or close friends," said America, standing outside the stairs leading to the bedrooms located below the deck. "Prussia, you're with your brother. You don't really have your own flag, so..."
"What? What do you mean! I have an AWESOME flag!"
"Well, you aren't really a nation anymore, so..." Not wanting to get in an argument, he turned to a boy with light brown hair that was well-kept except for one curl, which stuck out awkwardly from the side of his head. "Italy, you have a room to yourself. Just because there were no more countries for you to be with."
"Awwwww, can't I be with Germany?" whined Italy.
"W-what!" exclaimed Germany, embarrassed by Italy's complaint. "Why would you want that?"
"Veh~" was his only response.
The guests who had not already went to find their rooms went off. Well, all except Japan.
"Ooh, why is the boat spinning so much?" he moaned.
"Um, Japan...?" said America, "We haven't even left the port yet..."
Japan was silent for a few seconds, then moaned. "Ooooohhhh..."
"How 'bout I help you with your bags?"
"Thank you..."
Prussia glared at the door to his room. There were two flags hanging over it: one with a black, a red, and a yellow stripe, the other one completely blank except for the word PRUSSIA printed in black.
"This flag is a disgrace! It doesn't show my AWESOMENESS at all!"
Germany knew better than to respond.
Prussia burst through the door, scanning the room. Two large beds were placed at either side, each with it's own dark wooden dresser and night stand with an expensive lamp on top. The beds were elegantly simple with white comforter and pillows on a deep brown frame. Along the same wall as the door, there was a desk and chair in the corner and a big cream-colored couch in the between the door and the desk.
Prussia, forgetting his anger about the flag, ran over to the nearest bed and jumped as high as he could on top of it, landing with a loud thud.
"This is AWESOME!" yelped Prussia, running about everywhere and jumping up and down.
"If you do that you'll disturb the people below us." said Germany.
Prussia grinned fiendishly.
Germany sighed. How could it be that they were related? They weren't similar at all. Germany was very tall and brawny, with pale blue eyes and blond hair that was always slicked neatly back. Prussia, on the other hand, was a little shorter and much skinnier than his younger brother due to poor nutrition as a child, with messy white hair and red eyes.
"C'mon, West, don't be lazy!" said Prussia in his high, scratchy voice. "Help me put these clothes away!" He stomped impatiently.
Germany stepped in and began helping his brother.
"I'M GONNA KILL THOSE BASTARDS ABOVE US!" screeched Romano, sick of hearing the people above him stomp about their room. His normally tan face was bright red with anger as he glared at the ceiling where, moments earlier, there had been a great deal of stomping. His hair was dark brown except for one defiant curl that stuck out from the top.
"Hey, calm down," said Spain, laid back as usual, "I'm sure they'll quiet down eventually."
"Shut up, you jerk!" yelled Romano. He was a petulant boy who tended to blame others for everything. He glared at Spain with fierce brown eyes.
Spain just smiled a pleasant smile. He had raised Romano, so he was used to this type of behavior. Yelling and cursing at you was just a sign of affection.
Romano decided that he couldn't get on Spain's nerves by yelling, so he walked over to the couch and flopped down onto it.
Spain flipped his messy brown hair out of his eyes and made his way towards the suitcases, which hand been tossed to the side. "Are you going to help me unpack?"
"Of course not, you lazy jerk! Do it yourself!" yelled Romano.
"Don't you think you're the lazy one, just sitting around like that?" asked Spain playfully.
"I am working! I'm cleaning this room, it's filthy!" said Romano, not moving an inch.
Spain just continued calmly unpacking his things. Cleaning was Romano for Don't bug me. I'm never going to do what you asked.
Italy walked into the empty room, still a little sad about being placed so far from Germany. He was on the upper floor, all the way across the hall.
Italy sighed and began unpacking his items. It wasn't long before he heard Romano, whose room was right next to him, screaming at someone in the room above him. "Veh...I hope that fratello's okay..." he mumbled to himself.
Eventually his belongings were unpacked and thrown about the floor as they should be. Italy walked over to one of the beds and tried to sleep. It wasn't long after he began to dream when he heard something at the foot of his bed. He sat up, looked around, saw a dark figure, and panicked.
I hope you liked it! Please review; it feels great when I get them. I'm a newbie at writing, so it's comforting to know people are reading and thinking about my work. I didn't write in their accents because sometimes I find that difficult to read, so...yeah.
I'm going to be uploading a new chapter every Sunday. The only reason I'm uploading this now is because I'm going to be at Anime Expo this Sunday. YES! [insert rant here]
If you have any suggestions, I'd like to hear them, but please keep in mind that I write these ahead of time (to make sure that I can update on time), so if I decide to use it, you probably won't see your idea for a while. A looong while. Sorry.