Her Awesome hero

San Marino was in the kitchen, getting ready for a cooking lesson from Brazil. She was going to set out the last few ingredients when she realized that she had forgotten to buy beer. She always gave Brazil beer when she visited because China wouldn't let her drink. Going to grab some keys, she slid her coat on. "I should let her know that I'm gone..." san Marino mutters. She pulls out her cell phone and dials her friend's number. RIIIING. RIIING. "Hey this is brazil! I'm not here, so leave me a message!" is heard. Dang it, her phone was off. The girl decided just to leave a note for Brazil, being as she already had a key to get in.

"Hey B,
I had to run and get some things! Let yourself in, I'll be back soon!" she wrote, then posted it to the front door. She then jumped on her motorcycle and turned the key. Speeding off towards the store, she turned on her iPod. Her headphones were already in, so she just pushed the play button. The song "Marukaite Chikyuu" by Gilbert Bieldschmidt came on. She hummed along, unable to sing because she didn't want to swallow any bugs. She soon arrived at the store, and saw two men standing in the parking lot.

She quickly recognized them as France and Spain. San Marino had seen them at the world meetings, and found out soon enough that they were both rather... Strange. France was overly affectionate and creepy, while Brazil had an insatiable hate for Spain. Nobody really knew why. Either way, it seemed that they recognized her too, because they soon began to walk over. "Onhonhon! Would you like a drink?" France asks, holding out a bottle of beer. San Marino doesn't reply, and instead starts to back away slowly. She collides with the other country, Spain.

"Leaving so soon, seƱorita?" he laughs. "I just came to buy some things..." she says, glancing around to find a way out. "Forget that, you should come with us." France says a creepy smile on his face. San Marino shuddered. "No" she says. Spain grabbed her hand. "What you talking about?" Spain asked, still smiling. "I mean NO" she says, snatching back her hand. "Isn't this Italy's sister? She doesn't mean it! She's just like Italy!" France adds, wrapping his arms around San Marino's waist from behind. Now she was scared.

France kisses her cheek, but falls to the ground a second later, shattered glass everywhere. Standing there with a broken bottle in hand was Prussia, The ex-nation who San Marino was absolutely in love with, although she would never admit that. "Sorry San Marino. The awesome me should have come sooner." Prussia says. "Thank you" San Marino says, blushing. Prussia smiles at her, and hands her a 6-pack. "How did you know?!" San Marino asks. "My awesome beer-senses were tingling!". She laughs, looking at the silver-haired man.

He looks back at her, and before either of them knows what happened, Prussia kissed her. She doesn't know what to do at first, but then kisses back. When they pull apart, Prussia says "ich liebe dich" quietly. San Marino hears this and blushes like mad. "I love you too." she whispers. She then looks at her watch casually, and sees that she's been gone for half an hour. "Crap!" she yells, and smiles apologetically at the Prussian. She runs and hops on her motorcycle before jetting off towards her house.