Chapter 2: Enjoy The Social Activity for Once, Mate!

Switzerland was happily making chocolates with her sister when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," the younger one stated as she washed her flour coated hands and wiped it on her apron. She then left the kitchen and went to open the door for the visitor.

"Lili, who is it?" the trigger-happy figure called out. When there was no reply, the Swiss became very alarmed. She brought her favorite rifle out and started walking towards the front door. "Lili, where are you?"

"Right here, Big bruder!" Liechtenstein yelled from outside the door. "I need a little help though."

The Swiss sighed in relief and headed towards the source of the voice. When she walked towards the corner of the house, a scone was shoved into her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Bruder. But the others persuaded me to do this," the one who shoved the deadly scones apologized. Switzerland's eyes dilated then everything went blank.

Hetalia!

Switzerland groaned when she got her consciousness back. She opened her eyes and sat up rather quickly, causing her world to spin. "Verdammt," she cursed as she let her head fall back on the pillow.

"Dude, you're finally up!" America's voice yelled.

Green eyes snapped open and glared at the burger loving nation. "Where am I?" she demanded.

"You're in my room," the American answered. "Arthur's scones really did get you."

"Why am I here?"

America suddenly laughed, startling the female on the bed. "We're going to play Water Wars!" he yelled and did his usual pose.

Groaning, the Swiss got up from bed. "No," she stated flatly.

"Aw, come on, Vash!" America whined. "Lili had been helping me with this and she will be very disappointed with you if you didn't join!"

Switzerland gave a sigh and eyed the taller male. "For Lili," she murmured.

"Alright!" the spectacled male yelled enthusiastically as he pumped his hand in the air. He then grabbed the blonde's hand and dragged him outside. "Dudes! Vash is joining!" he announced to the nations who were already waiting for America.

Spain licked his lower lip seductively as he saw the blonde nation walk out of the house. Prussia smirked and pointed at the Swiss. "Bang, kesesese!"

Sweden walked towards the two and tossed a water gun to Switzerland. "You're with us," he stated flatly.

"The Sharp Shooter-Neutral Trio!" Finland yelled as he joined the two Germanic countries.

Switzerland chuckled at their name. "Where did you get that from?" she asked.

The Christmas loving nation gave her a paper. "This will be awesome!" he stated enthusiastically.

Switzerland and Sweden read the teams silently.

Bad Touch Trio: Prussia, France, Spain

Bad Boss Trio: Germany, Russia, China

Happy Forehead Trio: Australia, Denmark, Thailand

Scary Smoker Trio: Netherlands, Scotland, Turkey

Magic User Trio: England, Norway, Romania

Lazy Ahego Trio: Greece, Italy, America

Sharp Shooter-Neutral Trio: Finland, Sweden, Switzerland

Emotional Ahego Trio: Canada, Korea, Romano

"I see," the female disguised as a male murmured, trying very hard not to laugh. "Alright, let us think of a plan to get them."

Hetalia!

The nations that were participating were already lining up for the final instructions.

"If you are wet, you are eliminated," Japan stated and brought out a starting gun. "Any questions?" When there was silence, he raised the gun he was holding and covered one of his ears. "On your marks!"

England, Norway and Romania brought out their wands and started chanting spells.

"Great, they summoned out Satan and some cute mythical creatures," Scotland murmured as he puffed his smoke. "This will be troublesome."

Turkey laughed jovially. "It's more fun this way. Even though I can't see what you are talking about," he stated to the red haired smoker.

Spain, instead of a water balloon, was holding a tomato, Prussia a potato, and France a rose.

Italy was already building a white flag; America was instructing the aliens; and Greece instructing the cats.

"Ready!"

The Swiss, the Swedish and the Finn brought out each a personalized water rifle and water sniper.

"Hey, that isn't allowed!" Romano yelled. The reply he got was glare from the spectacled Nordic. The Italian almost urinated in his pants.

"Go!"

Water balloons were launched in the air. Some nations ran into the forest, which was conveniently behind America's house.

Italy was frantically waving the white flag he made in the middle of the ground, making him an easy target. China hit the Italian square on the face. Canada, being ignored as usual sprayed the brown haired Asian from behind. "Who did that, aru?" China demanded. The Canadian raised his hands but was still ignored.

Eliminated: Italy

China

America laughed as he stood on an elevated ground. "Alright, my minions, attack!" he yelled as small grayish things holding water balloons started marching towards the trees. The spectacle male followed, spraying anything that moved within a ten foot radius. The older Italian was sprayed while he was trailing Spain.

Eliminated: Canada

Romano

Greece stood up straight. "Attack only the old man!" he yelled with a Spartan accent. "Kill him!"

The masked nation smirked and showed himself to his rival. "Here I am, you brat!" he yelled back. "Come and get me!"

As the cats were about to pounce, someone sprayed Greece with a hose. Netherlands came out of the bushes with the hose in tow. With a puff of smoke, he pointed his 'weapon' on the cats. The wet pussies then hissed in surprise and started scrambling everywhere. Greece, angry as hell, grabbed a water balloon and threw it at the Turk's crotch.

"Oi!" the greed clad male yelled. "Damn that's cold!" he screamed and tackled his rival.

Eliminated: Greece

Turkey

Scotland appeared next to Netherlands and motioned for him to follow, leaving Turkey battling Greece.

Hetalia!

Denmark and Thailand were being chased by Norway and the spirit he has summoned. The spectacled male was laughing while dashing for his life. "Your brother is most certainly scary, Christensen, ana~" Thailand commented.

Denmark laughed in reply. "It was the Kalmar Union that made him very cold to me," the blonde answered. "But still, he is my brother."

The Asian laughed. "We better eliminate him then before he blasts us to kingdom come, ana~." With that, the brown haired male removed his glasses and started jumping from tree to tree like a ninja.

"Don't leave me!" the blonde yelled but the brown haired Asian was already out of sight. He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw a river in front of him. Staring at the water in fear and amusement, he gave a goofy smile and faced his 'little brother'.

"Anko," Norway greeted. With his wand, he started forming symbols in the air. "From the Nine Circles of Hell, hear me oh tormented souls. Drag this figure before me~wah!"

Thailand appeared from behind the magician with his fully grown elephant and had the animal squirt three gallons of water on the unsuspecting Norwegian. The magic user was pushed towards Denmark and both fell on the river. "I'm so sorry, ana~" Thailand called out and slid down from his elephant. "Are you two okay?"

Denmark, with his hair stuck on his forehead, laughed and gave a 'thumbs up'. He helped his brother to the shore as he watched the Asian suddenly flying towards the middle of the river. Denmark had forgotten that Norway had Satan with him a while ago.

Eliminated: Denmark

Norway

Thailand

Hetalia!

Inside the forest, Finland immediately climbed a tree and brought out his personalized sniper water gun. The ammos were paint ball pallets filled with water instead of paint. He loaded his ammos and waited patiently for his target. Sweden stayed near his 'wife' and Switzerland moved on her own. Finland trained his eyes on the female just in case someone attacks her from behind.

"Easy kill," Scotland murmured as he watched the blonde neutral walk around the forest. He aimed his water gun at Switzerland and waited for the opportunity for the nation to be at a clearing.

Netherlands tensed and glanced at the red haired nation. He didn't say anything but hoped that his teammate would miss.

Stepping into a clearing, Switzerland turned 360 degrees to secure her bearings.

"Gotcha," the smoker nation murmured. He was about to squeeze the trigger when three different voices shouted.

"Vash, an army of pussies are coming your way!" America's voice echoed throughout the field.

"Look out!" Australia shouted as he dashed, with full speed, towards the female.

"Be careful!" England yelled from behind the two smokers. He jumped from his hiding place and speared Scotland. Netherlands was quick to react. He took his water gun and pulled the trigger a few times, drenching the blond haired nation.

The English smashed the water balloon he was holding on his brother's face and barked oaths at the red head.

Australia tackled the blonde downhill as the cats started scratching everyone that was in their sight.

Eliminated: England

Scotland

Both Australia and Switzerland were now tumbling down the hill into a cliff. The adventurous nation grabbed the neutral country and embraced her, shielding her from most of the impact. Luckily for both nations, they fell on a river. Both dragged themselves into the bank and rested.

Switzerland's mask and wig was removed by the rapids. "Why would you push me down a hill?" the blonde demanded as she removed the excess water from her hair. "You know I could have protected myself from them."

Australia laughed nervously. "Force of habit," he answered, scratching the back of his head and staring down at the rocky ground. "Sorry, mate."

The blonde could not get angry at someone this cute. With a growl, she forced her pink face away from her companion and started walking to the edge of the cliff and looked up. With her gloved hands, she started climbing.

"Oi, Vash! Don't!" the brunette panicked. "The upper~!"

"AAAAhhhhh!" the blonde nation yelled when her hand slipped. "Why didn't you tell~ ah?" She was surprised when the lean male caught her easily with a silly grin on his face. Her cheeks was tinted red as she looked at the other way in embarrassment. "L-let me d-down," she stuttered.

Australia laughed but did not bother to comply with her wish. "Let's just go, mate. Let's look for another way to get up."

"Jett," the Swiss started but off the adventurous nation went. "Jett!" Switzerland repeated, this time her voice laced with panic. "Put me down!"

"It's faster this way!" the Australian laughed as he nimbly jumped on the top of the trees and started swinging on vines, still keeping the panicking Swiss safe.

After minutes of near heart attacks, the trigger-happy nation was forced to hug her wet companion. "Please! Let's just walk!" she whispered on his right ear.

Australia, shocked from her closeness, never held to the next vine. Both again fell into the ground, Australia being the human cushion. "Don't do that, Vash," he chuckled, a blush running across his cheeks.

Switzerland looked down and hugged her knees. "Let's rest for a minute. I'm cold."

"Come here," Australia stated as he pulled the female and removed his jacket. "Remove you clothes."

The Swiss turned red as Romano's tomato. "Wh-what are you doing?" she shrieked, clutching her drenched jacket closer to her body.

"You'll get hypothermia," Australia stated as his brows creased in worry.

Knowing the effects of the said disease, the female hesitantly removed her wet jacket and shirt. Then covered her bandaged chest.

Australia was busy creating a fire to notice that the Swiss complied with his statement. He was surprised when Switzerland hugged him from behind. "Um," he started, completely forgetting how to speak.

The beat red Swiss muttered a string of curses. "Body heat," she stated.

Within a blink of an eye, Australia had grabbed the blond nation and let her seat in front of him between the fire and his body. He then laced his arms on her chest. "Better?" he chirped.

"Oh gawd, I'm going to kill you," the Swiss threatened but kept still.

"Enjoy the social activity for once, mate. I ain't a pervert." 'Well, not now, you're burning up!' he thought.

For once, the female relaxed, letting her body sink in to the warm body around her. Sleep laced its tendrils on her. "You're right~."

Australia sighed. He knows the way out but did not tell his companion. It was glad he made a friend but it looked like he wanted the Swiss more than that. He wrapped both their already dried jacket on the sleeping female before lifting her up and calmly walking to their destination.

Hetalia!

The others were gathered on the American's backyard while giving off concerned faces. "Where's Vash?" Prussia stated.

England started counting. "It seems three of our comrades are not with us," he stated. He turned to his older brother and glared dagger at the Scott. "It's all your fault," he hissed.

Scotland puffed his smoke and walked to his younger sibling. He got England on an arm lock. "My fault? It was your damn former colony," he stated.

"Quit playing around, let's look for them," Prussia snapped. Everyone present immediately stopped what they were doing and stare at the awesome former country. It was rare for the albino to act serious and everyone was too surprised to move. The silver haired male groaned before going to the forest again, mumbling something about not-so-awesome countries and Jett-better-not. As the male entered the forest, a single half-naked figure came into his line of sight. "Jett?"

"Yo, mate," the cheerful nation replied. He stepped into the light.

Prussia's jaw dropped when his eyes landed on the figure the Australian was carrying. "Are you serious?" he shrieked, dashing towards the two. "What did you do to her?" he demanded, shaking the taller male in rage. "Did you take her vital regions? I was saving that for later!"

Switzerland, who was still on the Australian's arms, have lost consciousness. There was a light pink tint on her cheeks and she was breathing heavily.

"Dude, I didn't do anything," Australia lied but the silver haired male believed him. "She caught a cold and was too weak to walk so I had to carry her."

"Give her to me."

Australia raised a brow but shook his head. "I'll be the one taking her to her house, mate."

"Give. Her. To~!"

"Bruder, we have to go," Germany interrupted as he appeared behind his sibling. "The boss want us to be at his office before sundown."

"It's already 9 in the evening!"

"Let's go then." Germany pulled the protesting nation. He gave his goodbye to the others then walked to his car and revved up the engine.

England was the next to walk up to the two. "You cunt!" he yelled and hit Australia with his star pointed wand. He glared at the blond female before covering his nose and muttering something incoherent.

"Excuse me while I bring Vash to his house," Australia stated, moving towards his car. "She's already having a fever."

"I'll be the one to bring her there, ana~" Thailand smiled.

"I will," Romano yelled but quickly stopped when Russia looked at him.

Everyone, except for Scotland, Norway, Turkey and Netherlands, was already arguing as to who was going to get her home.

"I'll be the one who's going to bring her home," a voice muttered.

Who might it be? [I seriously don't know]

Grammatical errors and such. I apologize.