~ "This is my first fan fiction so I hope you enjoy and understand if there are any mistakes or confusing parts." Romano walks in- "You don't even own Hetalia so why bother with this crap idiota." Me- "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE! Uuugh! I know I don't own anything but I wanted to try it out. And speaking of trying things out, why don't you try out LEAVING!" Romano- "Fine I'll just go hang out with Italy or something. I don't need you!" Romano slams door - Me- "okay well since he is gone I'm going start writing again so…. Enjoy!"
Pairings- Italy x Germany - Romano x Prussia - England x America
Gone Camping
Chapter One
Once again at another hectic world meeting- "Okay dudes! So since this meeting seems to be getting nowhere, I was wondering…" suddenly, out of all the noisy nations, everything stopped as they all , even a pissed Germany, wondered what the hell America was blabbing on about this time. "What is it America?" England said, confused a bit "well… I'm going camping but… with nobody else, so I was wondering if anybody wanted to come with me!" America said in his heroic voice "why, did you want to come with me? Oh please come with me England! I'll be so lonely without you! I need a camping partner!" America cried out to England. England, looking extremely confused and a bit angry was about to speak when all of the sudden "Ve, I'll go with you America! It sounds so fun! As long as there are no scary animals! And can I bring my survival kit?! It's got all the things you need to survive a day in the wilderness! There's first aid, and water, and pasta, and a flag in case something attacks, and pasta, and…" As Italy ranted on about whatever the hell he was talking about Germany spawned a very worried look on his face. I'm not sure how well Italy will do in the wilderness… with America too. I think maybe I should- Then he suddenly felt tugging on his arm "But I can't go unless Germany comes with us!" Italy said while tugging on Germany's sleeve as if trying to pull him towards the situation. "Well… um… I mean if it's for Italy, I guess I will have to keep an eye on him…" Germany said kind of annoyed about all of the ranting. "Yes, I see. It seems I can't miss this opportunity so, I will come with. Sounds fun, jah?" everyone looked over at Russia, but nobody as scared as America knowing he was spending the night, in the woods, with Russia. The shivers disappeared from the nations when America spoke up "um, so I guess I wasn't expecting this… so we have Italy, Germany, and Russia. But…" America looked over at England "Don't you want to come with? " "No I certainly do not want to come out into the dirty wilderness with Russia and you! I have plans this week anyways!" England stormed out of the room in a big, angry blur, his fists waving in the air in rhythm with his loud stomps. "Dude, what the heck was that about? I haven't seen him this angry since that one night I accidently-" "Vat is enough America. Save it for the campfire." Germany said much ready to leave. "Alright guys lets wrap this up. We didn't talk any strategy but I found three new camping buddies so-" "don't call me vat." Germany said under his breath "you all are dismissed. See ya!" America said in a loud, heroic voice.
"Come on Germany I want to get to bed I'm tired!" Italy wined as he jumped out of Germany's car and ran to the front door. "I know, I know. Me too Italy. I have to feed the dogs first." Germany walked up to the front door and slid in front of Italy to unlock the door. When they stepped inside Italy ran to the bedroom to get undressed and Germany went to the kitchen to feed the dogs. Germany set down the bowl, let the dogs out of the backyard, and walked over to the bedroom. He was about to enter the bedroom and hop into bed when he heard Italy talking. Is he going mad? Why is he talking in there? What is he saying? Germany walked up to the door and cautiously put his ear up to the wood separating them. "I didn't see you there." Germany heard Italy say. Then he heard a different voice, yet very familiar. "Ya, my awesomeness needed to crash at Germany's place tonight. After all, you're not the only one that lives with Germany you know. And put some clothes on Ita-cakes. I didn't need to know you were like, well, that, with my brother." Prussia. Germany burst open the door to find Italy putting his underwear on and Prussia walking towards the bathroom connected to Germany's bedroom. "Why don't you stay in the basement tonight Prussia." Germany said, not directly in his direction. "Okay. You have my permission to let me sleep in your basement. Have fun." Then Prussia walked out of the bathroom and out of the room, his shirt off, hanging over his left shoulder. Have fun The words rang in Germany's mind as he got ready for bed.
"America never even told us when we were going camping. I wonder when it is…" Italy said lying beside Germany, practically whispering. "I guess I can call him in the morning. We should get some sleep." Germany said, turning on his side to look into Italy's eyes. "You are coming with us, right Germany?" Italy said in a sleepy, yet sweet voice. "Of course I am. I can't just put you in the hands of America and Russia and expect everything to turn out okay. And maybe, it will be fun. But only because you are there." Germany closed his eyes, exhausted from the hard day of work. "Germany, can we….." Italy began to shyly ask with blushes on his cheeks. "You do understand that Prussia is downstairs, and most likely still awake." Germany said, a little surprised at Italy's offer. "Oh… I thought it could just be you and me though." Italy said to Germany's surprise "oh Italy. You are so hopeless sometimes. Vat is not what I meant at all. Just get some rest. Goodnight" Then Germany bent over with his elbow on the bed beside Italy and kissed him on the forehead. "Ti amo" Italy said before drifting off into a deep sleep. "Ich leibe dich, Italy" whispered Germany, before him too, fell asleep.
