A/N:
Hi! This is my first fic(that I'm posting, anyway), and I'm planning on it being over twenty chapters.
Full summary: Some "select" nations have been chosen to take over counseling for the International Camp for Troubled Teens for a year. They do NOT want to but their bosses are forcing them to do so. But there's this strange girl, and everyone knows she isn't one of the campers...so why is she there?
This plot bunny has been bouncing off the sides of my head for a good while. It just released itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Thank God. Otherwise the words "Russia tops all" would be said at least once in each episode.
Now, on with the fic!
"Don't worry! I'm the hero and I'll get us out of this!" A loud, obnoxious American we all know and love cried. As he did this, he threw his hands up in a quick motion, hitting England in the face. The Brit now wore an irritated and annoyed look.
"You bloody git! You can't anymore, we're on the plane, dammit!" England exclaimed, exasperated, angry, tired...being on a plane in between America and France was tiring. And according to France, it should be "arousing", but he chose to ignore that. In fact, he ignored that entire conversation, which is probably why he didn't know what France was talking about after he'd tuned back in. However, the said nation was asleep next to him now.
In front of him, Russia and China were sleeping side by side. If he had to say something, it was slightly cute. China was leaning on Russia and they both wore peaceful expression.
"England, I just don't think you understand how heroic I am..." America pouted.
England groaned and Gibbs slapped America. ((A/N: NCIS, baby!))
Rubbing the back of his head, America leaned on England's shoulder, pouting, as though he thought it was adorable.
"Ouch. Why'd ya do that, Iggy? I was only telling the truth!" England then focused all of his attention on counting the clouds.
IN ANOTHER, LESS STUPID SET OF PLANE SEATS:
"Ve~, Doitsu, I'm so excited! This is going to be so much fun! I wonder if any of them will like pasta, oh, of course they will, ..." On and on Italy continued, Germany rubbing his temples harder with each word.
"Germany, if you keep on doing that, you'll hurt yourself." Japan spoke up quietly from next to him. Germany stopped his incessant rubbing and nodded, stopping. He noticed Italy was quiet. Looking over, the Italian had spontaneously fallen asleep on his shoulder.
"Japan..." Germany began, and Japan turned to him.
"Yes, Germany-san?" He responded, his attention turned away frrom...examining the floor, or whatever it was he was doing, and now directing itself at Germany.
"Are...nevermind." Germany said. Japan thought about pressing the matter but instead he nodded once and went back to...whatever.
Ignoring the venomous looks from Romano, who was supporting a sleeping Spain beside Italy, Germany fell asleep with Italy.
FORGET THAT, THOSE SEATS WERE JUST AS STUPID. LATER, WHEN THEY GET TO CAMP:
"We're here!" America said loudly, hopping out of the van and stretching, then falling to the ground and "hugging it".
England rolled his eyes, stepping over the American and surveying the camp. The cabins were not too large but not small, and there were apparently...ten. Suddenly these two teens came running up to him, two blond twin girls. They looked at the nations and they waved before running away. Quickly.
"What the...?" Germany said before an angry teen boy with light brown curls came running up, he had bright blue eyes and dirt on his face.
"Hola! Ustedes deben ser lo nuevos consejeros. Soy Toni. De todos modos, hizo dos chicas gemelas rubias pasar de largo?"
Of course, the nations just looked at each other in confusion before Spain stepped forward.
"Hola, Toni, soy Antonio. Sí, las dos chicas se fueron de esa manera. Ya nos veremos!" Antonio said, pointing in the direction the two girls went, waving as the boy nodded and ran in the direction of the girls.
He was knocked backwards when a loud, yelling boy ran into him, clutching a worn Superman hat.
"Move, man!" The boy cried. He had green eyes and dyed bright green hair. He jumped off and started to run again when another boy grabbed him.
"Damn bloody American. Give my friend his hat back." A boy with sandy hair and brown eyes said angrily, his face red. The two boys stomped off, one Brit angry at the American, one American angry at being caught.
The same thought passed through every nation's head.
'This is going to be a long summer...'
"Well, come on, dudes, let's meet our campers!" America, more oblivious than Spain right now, led them all off to a summer they'd never forget anytime soon...
A/N:
Sorry for the fail chapter. I wanted to say something...
If you didn't like it, don't review. Schmeh.
Updtaing will be...jumpy for the first few chapters, but I hope to set deadlines for myself. And also get a notebook.
One more thing. The nations that have cabins are: China, Russia, America, England, France, Spain, Germany, Italy(but I chose to include both Italies because ROMANO IS MEH FAVORITE), Japan, and Canada. If you have any OCs you want put in, tell me! Add their descriptions in your review. They have to have issues, like anger issues, or just issues in general. As of course it's a camp for troubled teens. Tell me what country they're from, has to be one of the ten above. Sorry for this obtuse Author's Note.
Translations (Sorry if they're a bit off. Google translate!):
"Hola! Ustedes deben ser lo nuevos consejeros. Soy Toni. De todos modos, hizo dos chicas gemelas rubias pasar de largo?" = Hi, you must be the new counselors. I'm Toni. Anyway, did two blonde twin chicks pass by?
"Hola, Toni, soy Antonio. Sí, las dos chicas se fueron de esa manera. Ya nos veremos!" = "Hi, Toni, I'm Antonio. Yes, the two girls went that way. See ya around!"
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