Just Another Day

Hello there readers, it's me, MisstiqueRose with a special set of drabbles created with the help of my friend Inspirationally Red :D

Let's get right down to business, shall we?

I don't own Hetalia - only the OC's Hannah and Charlotte :D

Chapter 1: Of Nail Polish and Frogs

It was surprisingly peaceful amongst the nations, Charlotte noted from her sprawled position across the fluffy red rug where she was painting her nails with some of Poland's equally as surprisingly large collection of nail polish. America was reading comics with Japan on the couch occasionally rolling over to show Charlotte a particularly awesome action scene, Canada was playing with some of Charlotte's curly hair lying next to her, Italy was 'a-making pasta' (insert dramatic flourish here) with Romano and Spain, Germany was reading some paperwork, Liechtenstein and Switzerland were engaged in a game of checkers (Liet was winning much to Switzerland's chagrin), France was attempting to flirt with Hannah who was attempting to put as much space as she could between herself and the creepy Frenchman, Greece was asleep with some cats, Austria was displaying his annoyance at Prussia through a seven minute long piano solo, Prussia himself had fallen asleep, Hungary was polishing her frying pan, Britain was sipping some tea and enjoying a nice long Dickens novel, Australia had fallen asleep leaning on the couch, Poland was reading the latest issue of Vogue whilst conferring with Lithuania and the Baltics next to him, the Nordic Five were in various stages of drowsiness, China was meditating peacefully whilst unsuccessfully trying to ignore Russia who was sitting in the bushes stalking him in a panda suit whilst Belarus stalked HIM.

All in all, it was a relaxing day.

"Charlotte," She looked up from her position on the floor to find Latvia, the smallest Baltic, in front of her.
"Yes Raivis?" Charlotte made a habit of using their human names where possible; usually because it was easier, sometimes just to tick them off. He seemed a little stunned by hearing his own name, but he continued on regardless, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"Can you please..." His voice dropped away to a whisper. "Paint my nails?" Charlotte's eyes widened for a moment, wondering if she'd heard correctly. The boy, the Baltic BOY wanted her to paint his nails? Internally she shrugged; she'd had stranger requests before.
"Come again?"
"Can you please paint my nails? ...I like bright colours, and there aren't many at Mr Russia's house... so I thought...maybe...well..." He trailed off, blue eyes never once meeting hers instead focusing on the floor. A smile crossed Charlotte's face and she motioned to the floor in front of her, where Raivis shakily sat down.
"Sure, what colour did you want Raivis? Poland has quite the collection, I'm rather jealous." The aforementioned country flashed a dazzling smile at the green eyed Australian.
"Thanks babe, it's like, totally fabulous. My favourite is the wicked-hipster-pink." He motioned to a bottle containing a sparkling pink so luminous one could almost swear it would glow in the dark. Charlotte grinned a little before turning back to Raivis, who'd selected a pale blue rather similar to his eyes. Complementing the choice Charlotte set to work, gently painting Raivis' nails with delicate precision. Raivis' hand was shaking a bit, but once he realized the process wasn't in any way painful he began to relax.

She was almost finished when Hannah rushed past, almost knocking over the little bottle of blue in her haste. Thankfully Canada grabbed the bottle before it spilled; Poland would not have been very pleased if they'd wasted one of his limited edition colours. Looking up to confront the cause of the ruckus Charlotte was confronted with Hannah sprinting around in circles trying to get away from France, who continued to speak French (Charlotte had no idea what he was saying, but judging by Hannah's face it wasn't exactly appropriate). Deciding it best to do something about it, Charlotte sat up straight, turned to Hannah, drew in a deep breath and yelled out the one bit of useful French Arthur (in one of his many 'I-HATE-France' rants) had taught her.

"Hannah! Courez pour sauver votre virginité!(1)"

Needless to say it had the desired effect. Canada chuckled silently, France spun around and looked at her like she was crazy whilst Hannah quickly went and hid behind Germany (who was surprisingly okay with this) whilst everyone else was trying to work out what the heck it was she'd yelled.

The only person who seemed out of character was Arthur. Everyone swore they'd never heard him laugh louder in his life.

(1) Translation: Run for your virginity!

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