This story is not meant to be historically accurate at all. I know that by the time Germany was unified America was already a country. I also know that cars, refrigerators, and electric lights were not invented yet. I don't care. This is only supposed to be funny (something I probably failed at epically). So don't take the inaccuracies to seriously, ok?

I put the translations at the end.

I DON'T OWN HETALIA! (do you have to rub it in?)

"Yo, Francis, Tonio, hurry it up a little! You noobs take forever." The albino personification of Prussia leaned against the door, tapping his foot and glaring at his best friends.

"Relax mon ami. We have plenty of time to get ready." One of the supposed 'noobs' said, straightening up. France tucked a stray strand of his long wavy blonde hair behind his ear, before turning back to the colonies that he had been lecturing a moment ago.

"and Alfred, no feeding Kumajiro chocolate, he got sick last time you did that. If we're not back before 6:30 eat something from the refrigerator, Germany can show you. Eat at least one vegetable! Angleterre will have my head if he finds out you've been eating nothing but junk. Not that his cooking is any better…"

The Frenchman's musings about his rival's cooking were abruptly cut short as a certain Prussian's patience ran out. He grabbed the other country's arm and began dragging him to the door, yelling at his other friend that he had "three minutes to get his unawsome butt in gear" before he came back for him.

France somehow managed to shout over this. "Je t'aime Matthieu, être bon! Aucun combat vous deux!"

Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, nodded after his father figure. His brother America however, was much more absorbed in snickering at Romano, who was in the middle of prying an overly clingy Spain off of him while his twin Feliciano watched with interest.

"It's alright Lovi~ I'll be back soon~" The Spanish brunette crooned happily.

The answer to this however, was a nasty glare that didn't fit at all on the seemingly 10-year-old's face. "Let go tomato bastard! You can't just leave me with these stupid idioti! I'm almost out of tomato juice, and they don't have any more!" At the last argument he waved his tomato patterned water bottle in the Spaniard's face.

"Ve~ Lovi you shouldn't yell at big brother Spain! This isn't so bad." North Italy clapped his hands together happily. "I know! We should go make pasta! Pasta makes everything better!"

The older boy scowled at his brother. "Shut up fratello! I was talking to the tomato bastard!" he turned back to the still smiling costal country "I refuse to stay here. You can't change my mind!"

Spain just chuckled and ruffled Romano's hair. "Oh Lovi, you're so cute! You'll be fine, and we'll be back soon. I'll bring you tomatoes~"

The southern half of Italy muttered "You better" under his breath as the door flew open and Prussia strode back in. Without a word he grabbed his friend and headed out the door again.

No one noticed the 6-year-old blonde that slipped out after him.

"Bruder," Germany began after the albino succeeded in shoving Antonio into the car "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Relax West." He replied with his signature smirk. "We're just going out for a bit. You're a country, you can take care of yourself."

"Well, yes, but…" the small nation hesitated, glancing over his shoulder back towards the house he and his brother shared. "I don't even know the others. They're all older than me too. What am I supposed to do if they start wrecking stuff?"

"We've been over this West. The angry brunette is Romano, he works for Spain. The happy one that looks like him is Italy, we're looking after him for Hungary and Specs. The quiet blonde is Canada, and the one with the hero complex is America. I've told you about them. If they try anything just tell them your awesome bro will kick their butts, and if that doesn't work…" Prussia broke into a sadistic grin. "…I have some of Eyebrow's scones in the cabinet. That'll stop them in their tracks."

Before Germany could respond to that, France rolled down the window.

"Prusse! Now who is taking so long? I thought you were in a hurry?"

"Ja, ja, give me a minute Frenchie." The white haired country rolled his eyes "Just relax West. Have some fun for once in your life. Oh, and feed Gilbird for me will you? Auf Wiedersehen!" With that he plopped into the driver's seat and drove away.

Germany stared gaping after the car for a long moment, trying to figure out what the heck just happened. Ok, so his older brother ditched him to go out drinking with his friends, which was fine. He did that on a weekly basis anyways. But this time he had left him with three (or was it four? he couldn't remember.) older countries, all of whom he had heard not-very-flattering things about, America especially. The boy was only a little older than Ludwig himself, and was just a colony, but everyone it seems knew some story or another about the so called 'new world'.

The young nation was struck with a sudden desire to go hide out in Austria's house for the rest of the day. He and Hungary were off who knows where, and there would be no hyper English colonies or grumpy Italians there. The idea was looking better and better until he remembered all his stuff was in the house with potentially destructive others, and that he had to feed Gilbird anyways.

With a sigh he dragged himself back up the driveway. No sooner had he opened the front door however, than a hand darted out, grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him inside, and slammed the door. Two wide blue eyes peered out at him.

"…Are they gone?" A voice whispered.

The German stared confused for a few seconds before he realized they were talking about the three that just drove away. "Ja" he replied, wondering why they were whispering; and who turned the front hall light off? He couldn't see anything besides those eyes.

A white smile suddenly joined the hovering blue orbs. The figure turned and yelled "Alright! Turn on the lights Mattie! The forces of evil have fled! I am the hero! Whoo-hoo!" With that he swiftly locked the door, before sprinting into the living room yelling "I am the hero!" and waving his arms.

For the second time in five minutes Ludwig found himself with his mouth hanging open. "Was die?"

Someone chose that moment to turn on the lights. He blinked in the sudden brightness before glancing over to see who turned it on. His eyes met those of a boy who looked so much like the one who just run off, he thought for a moment he had learned to teleport.

Canada smiled slightly, his arms tightening around the small bear he held. "Sorry about that." he murmured, his voice barely auditable. "England's pretty strict with him, so Alfred goes a little crazy when there isn't anyone watching." The older blonde cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. "Actually, now that I think about it, he does it when people are watching too."

No sooner had he spoken then a loud crash came from the living room, followed by a yelp and a stream of Italian curses. Germany paled, mentally running down a list of all the breakable things in that room before darting towards the sound of the noise.

It was going to be a long day.

Translations (Let me know if they're wrong):

Je t'aime Matthieu, être bon! Aucun combat vous deux!= I love you Matthew, be good! No fighting you two!

idioti= idiots

Prusse= Prussia

Auf Wiedersehen= Good bye

Ja= yes

Was die= what the

So... did I fail? Please reveiw!

-Sealion