I don't own Hetalia...I'm very sorry...this will probably be very verystrange...Are you happy now Taka, I have written it MUAHAHAHA
Ludwig didn't need a holiday and he hadn't been working any harder than usual, although many of his friends pointed out that he worked harder than most normal people when he was being lazy.
The holiday had been Feliciano's idea, Feliciano was Ludwig's best friend and had taken it upon himself to organize a holiday of sorts; Technically it was more of a stag party than anything else because their friend Roderich was getting married and as a result planning was down to the excitable Italian...because Gilbert, who was supposed to be the best man was unsure of where to go...or rather he was having trouble coming up with plans that were acceptable, so Feliciano was called in to help Gilbert along.
So essentially Ludwig was being forced into going on holiday to Ukraine, a destination which had been picked by Feliciano by closing his eyes and jabbing his finger somewhere on the map.
The worst bit about the holiday in Ludwig's opinion was that Feliciano's brothers were going, he didn't have a problem with Marcello aside from the almost constant flirting what he had a problem with was Lovino spewing insults at him...he could deal with it and it wasn't something that kept him up at night but it wasn't very nice and a week of hearing nothing but swearing wasn't exactly appealing.
It wasn't even Feliciano who wanted him to go, it was Antonio, a friend of Roderich's who also happened to like Lovino...he didn't know it but everyone else had...or had been told by Elizaveta that was what was happening.
Antonio had refused to go unless Lovino went too because otherwise he'd be all alone.
And that was why Ludwig was in a plane trying to get some paper work done whilst his brother and Feliciano had a game of eye spy...the only thing either of them had "spied" so far were clouds.
He could hear Lovino and Antonio talking avidly about tomatoes or something, Francis and Marcello were having a flirting competition, from what Ludwig could hear, it was 6:5 to Francis.
Roderich was sat next to Arthur a few seats forward with his face in his hands...Roderich wasn't sure he knew half the people who Gilbert and Feliciano had invited and he was dreading the week ahead.
two cars, two cars were not enough to transport the entirety of the group to the hotel...a child would have known that.
"Who the fuck let my brother book the cars" Lovino growled
"There are ten seats," Ludwig reasoned "There are eleven of us..."
"We could always shut one of you Bastards in the boot" Lovino grinned, glaring at Ludwig as he did so.
Ludwig frowned at the group of jet lagged men and sighed "someone needs to share a seat belt"
Antonio's hand shot up in the air "I'll share, Lovi, come and sit with meeeeee!" he cried, holding out his arms, Lovino simply raised his middle finger in response.
Ludwig shook his head "the two smallest people should, Vash and Marcello"
Lovino punched the air in triumph, Vash and Marcello looked horrified.
Marcello was sat with his eyes shut next to Vash. "What are you doing?" Vash hissed
"Trying to imagine you're a girl," Marcello replied casually "Now shhhhh, or the illusion will be shattered"
Romano swatted at them from the passenger seat "Shut the fuck up and take a damn siesta"
Ludwig was sandwiched between Vash and Arthur, trying to ignore Feliciano's blatant disregard for the laws of the road.
By some miracle or another Marcello had actually done as Lovino had told him and was now snoring loudly, leaned against Vash who was trying to push him into the window.
Vash hadn't wanted to go in the first place, he used to be Roderich's best friend but they hadn't spoke much in the past few years, it had been Vash's little sister who persuaded him to go, something about her pen friends being in the area...but Vash was not happy about leaving his precious baby sister with Elizaveta for the next week.
The land scape was pretty, nestled in amongst some mountains...but Ludwig wasn't looking at the village, he was stumbling out of the car along with Arthur and Vash, holding in vomit because none of them were used to Feliciano's dangerous driving.
The older two of the Italian siblings were squabbling about how to get the still sleeping Marcello out of the car.
Eventually it was agreed that Lovino would be the one to get Marcello out, meaning that Feliciano ran over to greet Gilbert leaving Lovino to shout and scream insults at no one in particular.
Ludwig was planning on helping the smaller man heave his teenage brother out of the car, but then Lovino opened the door and let his brother fall out with a squawk, still being held in the car by his seat belt.
Ludwig considered going to see if Marcello was alright, but then the yelling started and he decided that anyone who could swear that loudly was not in any need of urgent medical attention.
Ludwig instead turned his attention to the hotel, or rather the house that they were stood outside of.
A woman with short blonde hair bustled out of the house with a nervous smile on her face.
"Hello, my name is Katyusha, can I speak to Feliciano Vargas please?" she announced, looking very nervous.
Feliciano pushed forward with a grin on his face, "I'm Feliciano, pleased to meet you in person Signorina Braginskaya"
the Ukrainian smiled softly before gently shaking his hand, "It's nice to see you too, do you need to be shown how to use the fire?"
Feliciano shook his head "There's no need for you to worry," he winked "We'll be fine"
Katyusha nodded and headed into the house "Let me know if you need anything" she called.
After that things moved quickly, although Ludwig didn't like not being in control of the situation, but it appeared that having Feliciano and Gilbert in charge wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, they'd been in Ukraine for a few hours and no one except Marcello had been injured.
The group were led through the forest, up a hill, down a hill and then to a field containing a number of yurts (Awesome tent things).
Roderich made a strangled noise "You've taken me camping!"
Feliciano shook his head "no, not camping, glamping" he protested
Roderich frowned "will there be bugs in the tent?"
"well...yes, but it's not a tent..."