~*.Author's Note.*~
Alright! Welcome to my first fanfiction, No Point in Denial. This is a UsUK fic, and will contain slight yaoi (kissing, for the most part). I will try to stay in-character as much as I can, but there might be some slight OOC moments in this - that I can promise. This is a slight AU, because there are still the Allies and Axis, but, because of relationships between a certain Allied nation and a certain Axis nation's brother, they are having some peace in this. Totally confusing, but that's all I can think of to explain interactions between the two XD Reviews are greatly appreciated, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter/continuation of the first chapter! Also, because I forgot to put this in the first chapter, I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. If I did, well...
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I straightened my crisp white dress shirt before tucking it into my black pants, checking my reflection in the full-length mirror the hotel provided. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I fastened my pants, tightened my belt, and rolled the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows to give a slightly more relaxed appearance. I wasn't going to dress too nicely only because I knew that Prussia wasn't a very dressy person, and that his party wasn't going to be either. I mean, honestly, he'd probably say something ridiculous like, "I'm too awesome to get dressed up!" or something stupid like that. Prussia and America are exactly like each other in that aspect – both are too airheaded for their own good.
I jumped slightly as my phone began to ring; I laughed slightly at my skittishness before picking it up and reading the name on the front. 'Canada', it read. I pressed send and lifted the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I heard Canada's soft voice on the other end of the line – I could barely hear him over America's obnoxious chatter in the background - and I smiled slightly. Oh, sweet nostalgia.
"Hello, Canada," I replied, starting to search around my room for the jacket I was going to bring in case I needed it.
"I just wanted to tell you we're about five minutes away, and I also wanted to ask if you wanted to meet us by the front doors of the hotel so we can be on our way." I soon found my jacket {it was on the back of the door in the bathroom}, picked it up, grabbed my room key, and headed out the door, phone pressed to my ear.
"Sounds great – I'll be right down." I said, and when Canada said goodbye I left the call and put my phone into my pocket. I was soon in and out of the elevator; I stood just outside the doors of the hotel, my coat bundled in my arms, when Canada pulled up in his Elentra. Canada waved from the driver's side, and America's head popped out of a now-open window in the back.
"Come on, Iggy! Let's go!" he called excitedly, head going back inside the car when the window started to roll up. I quirked an eyebrow curiously – what was America doing in the back seat? – but I merely shrugged and opened the passenger's side door, sliding in and closing the door behind me.
"Hello, England." Canada greeted, pulling forward and around to the exit, eyes trained on the road.
"Hey England!" America chorused, and I turned to face him. His blue eyes were wide behind his glasses, and a large smile was plastered onto his face. I rolled my eyes, a smile ghosting over my lips, before I turned back around to face the front.
"Hello, you two." I replied, placing my coat on the floor of Canada's car. I leaned over a bit, so I was closer to Canada, perfectly aware that America had leaned forward a bit to hear what I was saying.
"Why is America in the back, exactly?" I asked before resuming my original position in my seat. Canada chuckled, opening his mouth to reply, but America replied for him.
"He said I was too distracting! How can a hero like me be distracting?" America complained loudly, mouth forming into a slight pout. I laughed slightly, turning to face Canada, who was rolling his eyes in what seemed to be exasperation.
"Well, that's actually true. He was distracting me from the road – he was playing with all the knobs on the dashboard, and furthermore, he changed the radio station from my favorite song and wouldn't change it back," Canada explained, glancing over to me. "So, long story short, I banished him to the back where he wouldn't be as distracting." I nodded sympathetically – I could very easily recall memories where America did that to me.
The rest of the ride passed quickly and rather uneventfully – excluding the time someone {most likely Prussia} called Canada to see where he was, causing America to try and rip the phone from his brother's hand – so, when we pulled up to the German nations' house, I was surprised at how quickly the time had gone.
The minute Canada had parked the car in between the Italy brothers' Fiat and Poland's Fabia, America leaped out of the back seat and threw open the passenger side door, telling us to hurry up. Canada climbed out of the driver's side, walked over to America, grabbed his arm, and tried to pull him away. America resisted slightly, but eventually allowed him to pull him away. I climbed out of the car, walked over to the two, and we all headed up to the German nation's house.
America rang the doorbell, and within a minute, a frazzled-looking Germany opened the door, greeting us with a curt nod. Italy, who was hanging off his arm, waved at us and smiled. The two moved away and we entered the house, where the party was already in full swing. The second the door closed behind us, Prussia swooped in and grabbed Canada's hand, dragging the quiet nation into the crowd. America almost immediately ran off to the food table, and I followed slowly behind him, my green eyes scanning the crowd and groups of people.
The minute I reached the food table, America was already stuffing his face full of food. I rolled my eyes – predictable America – and glanced over the food table. It seemed like there was at least one food from every nation attending. I started to wonder if they had any scones, but my train of thought was broken by a gentle voice.
"Kon'nichiwa, England-san." I turned my head and saw a slightly smiling Japan in front of me. I smiled in reply and turned to face him.
"Oh, hello Japan! How are you?" I asked warmly. Japan and I had only recently become friends, but I liked to think that we were fairly close friends.
"I am well, England-san. How are you fairing?" Japan replied, and I had just opened my mouth to reply when I was tugged backward, causing my teeth to crash together. I whirled around, extremely irritated, and I was not at all surprised to see America standing there, a huge grin on his face.
"What is it, America?" I spoke through gritted teeth, my hand coming up to rub my jaw, which was now feeling a bit tender thanks to America, that git.
"Why aren't you partying, dude?" America exclaimed, placing his arm around my shoulders. I shoved him off and glared at him, green eyes narrowed.
"Not all of us need to 'party' to have a good time, git." I replied, turning away from him to face Japan again, but the Asian nation wasn't there. Fantastic, I thought to myself. Fan-bloody-tastic. Releasing a sigh, I turned back to America. Somehow, in the three seconds I had turned my back to him he had gotten two beers and had one arm, with a beer at the end, extended towards me.
"Drink up, Iggy!" he said gleefully, blue eyes gleaming. I took the beer and placed it on the table beside us.
"I am not going to drink, you idiot." I replied frostily; I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The air had suddenly gotten sweeter, and smelled like ros – France.
"Oh, but Angleterre, you are so much fun when you are drunk, mon ami." I slowly turned around, the hand on my shoulder falling off. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them, letting out a slow breath. France stood in front of me, a glass of wine in his hand, his hair pulled back, and an arrogant-looking smirk on his face.
"I ought to slap you, frog." I snarled in reply, balling my fists. France opened his mouth to utter a retort when a quiet but forced 'ahem' made us turn towards the noise. A very irritated and uncomfortable looking Austria stood before us, arms crossed.
"France, Spain and Prussia need you." Austria said briskly. "They mentioned something about a 'reverse tomato'." At that, France put down his wine glass, grinned, and walked briskly away from us. "America, England. Prussia also asked me to ask you to start a game of Truth or Dare."
America beamed. "Sure thing, dude!" he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me away. I stumbled along behind him, not able to get my footing because of this bloody git's grasp. I eventually ripped my arm from his {admittedly strong} grasp and instead pulled on America's arm.
"Slow down, America!" I said in exasperation, and the bright-eyed nation stopped and turned to look at me, waiting for me to continue. So I did. "Where are we going to do this truth or dare game, and how are you going to get all the nations' attention?" America merely laughed, and I growled slightly in frustration.
"Calm down, Iggy, I know what I'm doing! Now let's go!" he replied brightly, grabbing my arm {again...} and pulling me into a crowd of people. America climbed onto the couch and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Yo, everyone!" he shouted. "Get over here! We're playin' truth or dare, y'all!" I pulled America off the couch and looked at all the people flooding over. Wow, I thought to myself. I guess America's amazingly loud voice is good for something after all.
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~*.A.N.*~
First off, I want to thank all of you who faved/followed this story, and those who reviewed it! It really means a lot to me, and I'm glad you liked it so far! I hope this chapter was alright, and sorry if any of the characters were too OOC. If any of you want to suggest truths/dares for any of the nations for the next part, feel free! I'm also trying to find a song for this fanfiction, so if you want to recommend one for this, go ahead! Second, fail ending is fail _ sorry about that, guys - I just wasn't sure how to end it, so I ended it like this. Sorry in advance for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes in this - I have no beta reader yet D: Again, reviews are greatly appreciated!
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