Fiery: The gang for Break is back guys! I'm going to be doing one for every season. All I'll have left is Winter(going to be in the mountains) and Fall. Copyrights - Characters© Hidekaz Himaruya(Who needs to make USUK cannon...), Story© Me.

Summary: The characters of Hetalia have just gotten out of school for Summer vacation. What happens when a party at Feliciano's house goes awry? Character deaths, Gore, and Language. Human names used.

Fiery: Good job buddy! *hugs Summary*

Summary: Yays!


Chapter One

Alfred sat, bored out of his mind. It was officially summer break in about ten seconds. Five. Four. "Three... Two... One... ZERO!" Alfred shouted and the bell rang. He had been counting with that clock for nearly two hundred days and was able to pinpoint exactly when the bell would ring. The high schooler leapt up on the desk nearest the clock, leaned over and kissed it. "I'll miss you old friend!" The American called as he jumped out of the door.

"Watch out you git!" Arthur, the American student's best friend, shouted from in front of him. Their classes and houses were right next door so they always waited on one another and walked home.

"Hi Artie!" Alfred grinned, pulling his friend into a headlock and giving him an affectionate noggie.

"Wanker!" the Brit shouted and hit the American's arm with the book he had for after the final. Alfred laughed, let the englishman stand up and slung his arm around his friend's shoulders. The other student took out his ipod, handed Alfred an earbud and stuck the other in his ear, turning on his music. It started playing American Idiot and Alfred smacked him on the head until Arthur managed to change it.

Once the pair were off of school grounds they met up with the school's "Bad Touch Trio"; Antonio, a spacey spaniard; Gilbert, a pure-bred Prussian; and Francis, a flamboyant frenchman. As the group started walking Alfred's younger brother Matthew caught up to them and walked in between the Prussian and French members of the school's "Bad Touch Trio". Soon Gilbert's younger brother Ludwig, his boyfriend Feliciano, and Feli's older brother, Lovino, caught up to the group.

"We're having a party at our house!" the younger Italian smiled.

"Since when?" Lovino snapped.

"I called Romaji and asked," the boy smiled. "Anyways you are all invited!"

"Awesome," Gilbert and Alfred said in unison, glancing at one another and grinning. Arthur, Matthew, and Francis all rolled their eyes.

"What is with you two and your obsession with being 'awesome'?" the Brit asked.

"Not-as-Awesome-as-Me Gilbert and I are trying to out awesome each other?" Alfred directed his grin at the English student.

"Exactly Wrong-as-Always Alfred," the "pure bred" Prussian sent his sicking at Matthew.

"M-maple..." the Canadian muttered, burying his face in his polar bear backpack.

"So we're all going?" the American laughed. The others stared at him and shrugged.

"If you are then of course notre petit Britannique will go. He is so amour frappe with you that he will follow you like a puppy," Francis grinned. Ludwig and Antonio would naturally be going since they were dating the Italian brothers, and since Gilbert was Ludwig's brother he would have to go. That would leave Francis with no one to hang out with so he'd have to go. Matthew would end up ignored if he wasn't with the Prussian and Frenchman so he would go.

Arthur flushed bright red, "Am I not allowed to hang out with my best friends without being in love?"

"If you are not, alors pourquoi videz-vous anisi?" the Frenchman asked.

"I-I'm not blushing!" the Brit snapped, flushing more.

Alfred just laughed and started heading for the Itlians' house. He had called his and Matthew's mom and she said they could do whatever they wanted. She never care, she was probably at home smoking weed again. The blond brother's mother had lived in Canada where drugs were legal, but when she met their father they had to move down to America and she had to start hiding it, so whenever she got the chance she did as much drugs as she could. Alfred was still surprised she hadn't died of overdose yet, though he wished she would.

They quickly arrived at the house and immediately go upstairs. It was already dark since the group had to stop off at their own houses to grab stuff and drop stuff off. Once in the room they all sat in usual spots. Alfred and Arthur sitting on one of the beds, mirroring Ludwig and Feliciano's position except less loving. Romano sitting in the window scowling with Antonio sitting next to it. Gilbert had claimed one of the swiveling, rolley office chairs and Francis had claimed the other, leaving Matthew to sit in the center of the room.

"So what now?" Arthur asked after a minute.

"We could play seven minutes in heaven," Gilbert grinned at the boy sitting on the floor.

"M-maple," Alfred's brother muttered.

"O-okay," the Brit replied quickly.

"I'm game," Alfred shrugged. The group gathered in the floor and the American put his phone in the middle of the ring of bodies. Just before he could us the spin the bottle ap it started buzzing. "Hang on," he sighed. "Hey dude? No I'm over at Feli and Lovi's house. Yeah I bet it would be fine. Uh huh. Yeah they can come too. Hang on let me ask. Hey Feli can Kiku come and bring a few friends?"

"Sure!" the Italian exclaimed. "The more the merrier.

At the mention of Kiku Arthur had stiffened. The other boy was taking up far too much of Alfred's time lately. The Brit felt jealousy bubbling in his stomach as Alfred talked to the japanese boy on the other end of the phone. Kiku was one of his closer friends, but when he started getting closer to Alfred there started being some distance.

"Okay we're good." Alfred said hanging up and placing the phone with the ap open down on the floor and sitting down himself. "Who's going first?" No one volunteered. "Alrighty then." Alfred spun the bottle on screen. The Brit felt his stomach clenched and hoped to god that it didn't land on his half brother. It passes Francis as it was about to stop and Arthur let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, that is until it landed on him.

Arthur flushed bright red as everyone wolf whistled. The Brit stood and straightened up. The he offered a hand to his American crush and they walked into the closet. After a moment Arthur convinced himself to be bold. The Brit pressed Alfred back against a wall.

"Erm, Arthur?" he asked quietly. The Brit didn't reply, just pressed his lips to the American's. After a moment of stand like that Alfred relaxed and kissed him back. It was pure bliss fluttering in the Brit's heart. When Alfred pulled back he chuckled, "So does that mean we're together or something?"

"What do you think you bloody git?" Arthur scowled.

"I'll take that as a yes," he grinned.

After the conversation was done, Kiku opened the door. "Ah, Alfred, Arthur-kun, your seven minutes are up." The pair flushed and stepped out of the closet holding hands. The group clapped. It had grown from nine to fourteen. The pair sat down as the next person spun.


A/N Time!

Fiery: Horror story is back! I'm so happy I love writing these things! And people seem to be forgetting FRANCIS AND ARTHUR ARE BROTHERS FRUK IS INCEST TOO ALL PAIRINGS IN HETALIA ARE PRETTY MUCH!

Al: Note for you *hands note*

Note:

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can't you just leave us alone or write fluffy stories for us?

Sincerely,

Arthur, Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Feliciano, Lovino, Antonio, Gilbert, Ludwig, Kiku, Hercales, Sadiq, Romaji, Elizabeta, and Roderich."

Al: Oh and they said to give you this too.

Fiery: What?

Al: Sorry 'bout this *punches*

Fiery: Mother-