C and I are braving the dark, deep waters that are OC and Crack Hetalia stories. PLEASE DON'T HATE US, WE ARE JUST TOMATO FAIRIES. Enjoy your crack fest~

Chapter Uno

Rtica knew that "Scary Movie Night with America" was a bad idea, especially since it was her big brother, England's. Nothing special he ever made her do worked out; Usually it ended in the other person screaming from fear of her craziness or fighting. But that never stopped him.

"You just need some friends!" she remembered him saying while they were walking home from the last world meeting.

"I have friends!" she replied, staring glumly at the concrete sidewalk.

"You have *A* friend."

"Well, she's a good friend! And I hang out with Hungary sometimes too!" she started, kicking a large pebble.

"More. Friends." He repeated stubbornly.

"You sure are one to talk about friends."

"FRIENDS."

So that's how Rtica ended up with America crying into her shoulder with murderous coffee machines and a serial killer, who looked a lot like Austria, dancing on the screen in front of them. The dark room made it worse, every shadow looking like a menacing monster. She was glad she at least had the sense not to invite her one friend, Avalonia. Or rather, she had told her to leave her house. After all, America was her brother, and Ava hated scary movies.
Rtica sighed, looking down at the tears on her blue plaid shirt.

"America, this is a NEW SHIRT. DO NOT RUIN IT."

France, walking randomly through the room replied, "My petite fleur, ZAT shirt was ruined ze moment it went on you."

Rtica growled. She hated France almost as much as her brother hated him. She didn't even take the the time to realize how outdated and stupid that comment was, when a not so crazy thought struck her.

"France, WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!"

He looked around, his slightly pervy blue eyes wide open. "I, uh, needed to borrow ze... Apple!"

"Trust me, this guy has nothing in that kitchen but whale meat and hamburgers."

France looked around, as if to find a better explanation on the blank walls, before making a mad dive for the open window.

Rtica smirked and turned back to the screen. "The killing is over now. See?" she said softly, trying her hardest to be nice, which was a strain. She looked at America and brushed a few damp strands of blonde hair out of his face.
America looked up, glasses askew, but Austria the serial killer was back, resulting in a bloody-murder scream.

Rtica was about 2 seconds away from getting up and walking away, but she REALLY needed more friends, and that wasn't exactly "being nice", according to England.

She decided that she needed back up. If she had to spend another hour or so alone with America, she was going to , she took out her phone and texted her other (only) friend.

Avalonia. Your bro is freaking out and I'm going to kill him. Stop whatever "stuph" you're probably doing with MINE, and come back to your house. NOW.
Rtica smirked, satisfied. Whenever she brought up England, her friend got VERY flustered.

In about thirty seconds, Avalonia texted back.

I hate you. So much. FYI, I'm at Italy's house and he's crying because I have to go. YOU SEE WHAT YOU DO? … I'll be there in 5 min.

Rtica was so happy. She had back up! She let herself go back to the movie, but was still seriously pissed. England was a total jerk-face for making her be "social." Why couldn't he just understand that she LIKED having only one friend?

The coffee machines were taking over the screen time, and America's constant screaming was giving Rtica a headache.
Suddenly, Avalonia burst in the front door, wielding a wooden spoon.

As if she was used to this, the female country flipped on the lights and turned off the television. She pushed America off Rtica using the spoon on to the couch's arm and yelled, "YO BROSEPH! IT'S OVER! GET OFF OF MY FRIEND! THERE'S BURGERS IN THE KITCHEN!"
America jolted up at the word "burgers".

"YES! YOU'RE THE BEST, LIL SIS!" He pulled Avalonia into a quick hug before dashing into the kitchen. Avalonia sat down and sighed, rubbing her throat.
"You better be happy I rescued you," She said to the Rtish nation beside her.

"My voice hurts from yelling. Also, I could have seen a scary part. I HATE THE SCARY PARTS!" Ava WAS a bit of a chicken, at least when it came to movies; a trait she had probably inherited from America. Ava suddenly noticed the slobber stains on her friend's shoulder.

"PPFFTT, was he 'snogging' your shoulder?" She asked, earning a glare from Rtica. However, she burst out laughing.

The two began to have a giggle fit for no reason, when they heard another laugh, belonging to none other than France.

"OHNOHNOHNOHNOHNOHNOHON!"

Immediately, Avalonia smacked France with her wooden spoon. Despite not hitting him that hard, a bright red mark was left on his light complexion.

"MY FACE!" he shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!?"

"GET. OUT!" Avalonia screamed, pointing to the door.

"WHY IS EVERYONE TALKING SO LOUD?!" America said, entering the room with a mouth full of hamburger.

"BECAUSE THIS CRAZY FRENCH HIPPO WON'T LEAVE YOUR GUY'S HOUSE!" Rtica chimed in.

"DID YOU JUST CALL ME A HIPPO!?"

"YES, I DID, AND-"

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE, WANKERS?!"
The unexpected arrival of her brother shocked everyone so much that they immediately shut up.

"Rtica, you were supposed to be home THREE HOURS AGO! I was worried sick!"

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to watch another movie! You can't just watch 'Death at the Pool' without watching 'Murder on the Roof' afterwards!"

"Just get out of here!"

Rtica sighed, realizing it was pointless to argue. "See you later, Ava. Bye, America. I hope I never see you again, France."
France scowled as she walked out the door into the dark night sky. The winter chill wrapped around her, the slobbery area on the shoulder becoming icy cold.

Note to self, she thought, bring a jacket next time.