Title: What is this…?

Chapter: Welcome back

Notes: So if you read this story you will probably wonder why some of the characters behave so ooc. I will explain it at the end of this chapter. So long please enjoy the complete and utter crack.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz. Does not belong to me! Because if it belonged to me Prussia and Canada would be canon.

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Gilbert yawned as he stretched his arms up towards the ceiling. He then slumped back into the couch he was standing in front of.

"Why does time pass so stupidly slow?"

His sister Monica went to an exchange program to England for a whole year. It was probably the longest time they were separated and it was killing him. It was so … BORING. And the fact that Francis was gone as well didn't make it better. Really many from the school signed up for it and left the school that was after that way quieter. Now the summer holidays started and he was so, so, bored.

He rolled onto his back staring at the ceiling. But then he smiled.

"Those boring days are over because they're coming back!" he shouted to no one in particular. He glanced towards the clock his smile disappearing. He was late. Way late. "Oh fuck!"

He jumped up and ran towards the door. He already wore shoes so he stormed out and slammed the door shut behind him. A taxi he called a while before was standing there already so he jumped in.

"To the airport and it has to be fast!" he said panicked to the driver. He in response nodded and drove off. Gilberts face was in his hands and terrible thoughts occurred in his head.

'What if she is now angry? She is terribly punctual and strict in time tables! She is going to turn me into minced meat!' he thought.

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In the airport he hastily looked for the familiar sight of his sister. He finally spotted her then standing with her back towards him.

"Hey! Monica! The awesome Gilbert came to pick you up!" he shouted as he walked to her. She turned around with a stern look on her face. Her hair was still boyishly short. She wore a black jacket that hung loosely from her body. Exactly the thing he expected from her.

"Your late!" she said irritated. "You know I hate waiting! Volltrottel (1)."

"Yep that is my dear little sister! You must have been bored without my awesomeness!"

"… No not really. So let's go." Monica said slightly annoyed. She clutched her bag and started walking.

Gilbert stood there slightly dazed as she walked by him. He then noticed something.

"Hey Moni! Where is your entire luggage?" He asked turning around.

"Don't. Even. Ask." She muttered. She threw an ice cold glare over her shoulder. "You coming or what?"

Somehow Gilbert had the feeling this didn't really start well.

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In the car he slowly glanced over to her. She was tired he could see that. But she was even more grumpy then usual! It's totally not awesome!

"So… how was England?" he asked carefully. She raised an eyebrow by his sudden quiet voice.

"It was fine. My English skills got better. I made some friends. Not much else." She said casually.

"Sounds awesome! And have you missed us?"

"Maybe."

"Ah, now you are just being mean! I heard Feliciano missed you a lot."

"I know that. We had e-mail contact after all."

"What? Why didn't you write to me?"

"Because you are an idiot that's why."

Gilbert flinched at the sudden harshness. He pouted looking with puppy eyes at Monica.

"God stop with those eyes. I was just joking."

"Really?"

"Yes, you are a brainless little piece of shambling rot that's what you are."

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"Hey you guys back there. We arrived." The driver said. He looked expectantly at Gilbert.

"Oh yes." Gilbert mumbled pulling out a few bills out of his pocket. He handed them to the driver. "You can keep the rest."

They both got out of the car. Monica just stood there for a while looking silently at the Building.

"Heim süßerHeim. (2)" she mumbled.

"Well what are you standing here for? Let's go inside!" Gilbert said carefully.

"…Wait." Monica said.

Gilbert turned around just to see a teary eyed Monica. He turned panicked since he didn't know what he did to make her cry. He didn't do anything stupid! As well he wasn't as annoying as usual and he never saw her CRY!

"Oh mein gott Monica! What's wrong? Please don't tell me the awesome me made you cry!" he stammered.

"I'm SORRY!" she said still crying. "I didn't want to be so mean to you! I was just angry that my luggage disappeared and you were an hour late! Wahhhh!"

Okay that was weird. Not knowing what to do he stood there awkwardly. Girls were complicated. Way too complicated.

She then randomly hugged him. That was too much for him to handle. He turned stiff as a board while Monica still clinged to him. What was he supposed to do!

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DUN-DUN-DUH

Okay let me explain what just happened. This story is going to be a crack story. I'm going to replace certain characters personalities with people I know that are from that specific country. Their relations are going to be like the way I know from that person.

Btw I am Germany. -_-'Yeah I have a German passport. And I tend to have mood swings.

To be continued~

(1)- Idiot

(2)- Home sweet Home.