I don't own Hetalia. If I did, Germany and Italy would have an adopted daughter.
"GERMANY! GERMANY! GERMANYYY!"
Was the cry that woke nearly everyone on the ship that night. Italy had seen something strange and completely forgotten where he was. He ran up the hall, up a flight of stairs, and down another hall to where Germany and his brother were sleeping. He screamed the whole way, pretty much waking every nation on the ship.
When he reached his Germany's door, he ran straight into it, causing another loud, irritating noise. Then tried to open it, only to find that it was locked. Desperate and very frightened, he wailed, "Ohhh, please oh please oh please let me in! I'm begging you! It's dark and scary out here! I don't wanna be aloooooone!"
Inside the room, Prussia was sick of Italy's moaning. "Can you just let him in so I can get some sleep? He's driving me crazy!"
Germany sighed, slowly pulled himself out of bed, and opened the door. Italy didn't wait to be invited in, just tightly hugged the brawny man as soon as he got in in.
"I-it was so awful...there was this person, and...and...!" Italy was so scared he could barely speak.
Germany, on the other hand, faced this almost every night, and wasn't the least bit concerned. "Look, Italy. You can't come running to me every time you have a bad dream. Especially not here. I don't think there's a single person here you didn't wake up."
"B-but, there was someone scary in my room!"
"It was just a dream. Now come on, I'll walk you back-"
"No! Don't make me...go back..." Italy begged, giving Germany a puppy dog look with tears in his eyes.
"Oh, let him sleep here! Knock him out and drag him back! Throw him out the window for all I care, just let me sleep!" moaned Prussia, who was in a rotten mood after being so rudely awakened.
"...fine, you can sleep on the couch," whispered Germany, closing the door and getting a blanket and pillow from his bed. He knew that he would most likely wake up next to Italy despite this, but he did it anyways.
"Thank you..." whispered Italy in reply.
Ahahaha~! Getting Italy out of that room was easier than I expected! Now his room is mine! In their faces!
They'll pay for not inviting me! I'll show them!
Seychelles got up that morning feeling absolutely exhausted. Someone had been running through the whole ship screaming their head off last night, plus England snored. Loud.
Why did I have to be put in the same room as him? she wondered as she put her casual clothes. After getting dressed, she decided to step outside and explore the boat.
She walked up a flight of stairs and onto a big open deck. An enormous swimming pool was the first thing that met her eyes. It stretched all around the deck in a figure eight with two buildings in the middle, each containing restaurants, shops, and other places of that nature. There were several bridges linking the main deck and the buildings.
"Wow..." she whispered, stepping close to the edge of the pool.
Just then, a short young man came out of nowhere, running at full speed and slamming into Seychelles. She was knocked into the water with a loud splash.
"Ah! So sorry!" he called, setting down the bottle he was carrying and running to help Seychelles out of the pool.
"Oh, no, it's fine." said Seychelles. As she looked at his sandy blond hair and pale violet eyes, she realized she didn't recognize him. "Who're you?"
"I'm Latvia," he said, "former Russian territory. And you?"
"I'm Seychelles," she said, adding bitterly, "Current English territory..."
"That guy? He must be awful. He doesn't have any friends, right?"
Seychelles laughed. "Yeah-or at least, none that aren't imaginary!"
Both of them laughed at this, then Latvia continued. "I think he's the only one that's crazier than Russia. Russia's only like that when he's drunk. Although he is drunk an awful lot. I swear, he drinks more vodka than water!" He started to laugh until he noticed Seychelles looking behind him, scared. Latvia turned around, only to instantly wish that he hadn't.
"Hm?" asked a towering man with pale, almost white hair and a light brown scarf. "Where you going to say more, Latvia?" he asked in a sugary sweet voice.
"N-no sir, Russia..." said Latvia, looking wide-eyed with fear and shaking a bit.
The towering man smiled sweetly, but his intentions were so dark he almost looked surrounded by an ominous purple cloud. Seychelles felt bad for the poor boy as he shakily picked up the bottle he carrying and slowly followed Russia.
"Hey, Poland, are you ever going to get up?" asked Lithuania, a medium height young man with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes.
"Dude, like, five more minutes," moaned Poland, rolling over in bed. "At least let me sleep 'til, like, nine."
"Um, Poland?"
"Whaaaat?"
"It's ten."
"Eh!" Poland scrambled for the alarm clock. "Oh no, now I'll, like, never have time for my spa day and shopping spree! I, like, haven't even picked out my outfit yet!"
"I'm sure it'll be fine. There's plenty of time to do everything you want and more." Lithuania sighed. His best friend was quite a drama que-king. Drama king.
"Aah! OMG, my hair is, like, a TOTAL mess!" yelled a horrified Poland, looking in the mirror for the first time. He began frantically fixing his usually neat blond hair.
"It looks fine, Poland..."
"Ack! Liet! The hairspray! Like, hurry!"
Lithuania sighed, handing him the hairspray.
"Great! Now, see the clothes in my dresser? Like, which shirt should I wear?"
Lithuania opened the drawer to find an army of pink shirts, each from a different designer. They had all manner of shades and patterns of pink on them.
"Um, I don't know, how about this one?" asked Lithuania, holding up a random shirt.
Poland glanced at it through the mirror. "Dude, perfect! You're, like, a lifesaver."
Lithuania just smiled a little. Poland was nothing short of eccentric.
After Poland had changed, they headed down to the pool. "Okay, meet you back here at, like, noon, okay?" he asked, deciding not to try to convince Lithuania to join him.
"Sure." said Lithuania, heading off in search of his other friends, Latvia and Estonia. He wasn't as close to them as he was to Poland, but he had been seeing them a lot of them when all three were in the Soviet Union. He sighed as ne strolled about the deck, remembering the days countless years ago when he had been the most powerful, allied with Poland. The two were one of the most powerful forces in all of Medieval Europe.
As soon as he spotted his friends, he ran over to them. "Hey!" he called.
Latvia, a short and spacey boy, and Estonia, a sharp-witted young man with golden hair and glasses, looked up from the conversation they were having with Finland. "Hello there," said Estonia.
"We were talking about who we were staying with" Finland added in a merry tone. He wore a floppy white hat over his thin blond hair.
"May I join?" asked Lithuania. After receiving a nod from Estonia, he told them about staying with Poland.
Finland laughed. "He's a character, isn't he? How 'bout you, Latvia? You've been awful quiet."
Latvia laughed nervously. "Oh, me? Eheheh...I have to stay with Russia..." He paused. "I really don't want to talk about it...um..."
Finland saved him by talking about his roomate. "I'm staying with Su-san."
"You mean Sweden?" asked Estonia.
"Yeah. It's just like old times! I mean, when we ran away from Denmark together. He's kinda scary, but I like him. He still thinks I'm his wife for some reason, though..."
"Still?" asked Latvia, "What a creeper! I mean, he's even scarier than Russia sometimes." Sweden came within earshot. "It was so weird when he got half of Estonia and my land. Talk about scary!" Sweden was standing behind him and Finland. "He doesn't even try to hide it. I can't imagine how scary it must've been when you two were on the run." Sweden had sadness in his dark blue eyes, which were partly obscured by his yellow bangs hair and square glasses.
"Aw, Sweden's not that bad," said Finland, "He's just a lil' awkward. He's got a good heart."
Sweden, touched by Finland's defense, spoke a little bit (usually he stayed quiet). "Thanks, wifey."
Finland and Latvia whipped around, shocked. "S-Su-san!" exclaimed Finland.
"Oh, uh, hi Sweden. Sorry about what I said, but you are kinda-"
"Latvia!" yelped Lithuania and Estonia in unison, "Shut. Up."
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Hm, I didn't skip around a whole lot in this chapter, did I? Well, there will be plenty of that to come. I'm trying to get as many characters in as possible. I'm probably not going to have many pairings in here, except for a bit of Germany/Italy, like you've already seen, and maybe a little Sweden/Finland. I didn't include romance in the genre for a reason, though, so don't expect much of it. I feel it was a little short...but I hope you liked it anyways. Do you know who our little interloper is? I have a feeling you do...
On another note, I am very happy to have Latvia in here. He's my favorite characters and, if you haven't noticed, I like to make bad things happen to him~ Don't worry, Latvia! I still love you! x3 Writing as Seychelles (well, third person limited, that is...) is nice, too.
I'll keep my rant about Anime Expo brief. There was a Hetalia History panel that was absolutely amazing! I posed for at least 70 pictures, probably because I was the only Yuyuko cosplayer without a beard xD On one of the days, my friend and I went to Disneyland, where we screamed things like "SPAMANO FOR THE WIIIIN!" on various rides. Good times~
Oh, and there's a Swedish exchange student staying with me. He's 6 feet tall, has blue eyes, and has blond hair kind of in Sweden's style. I THINK I HAVE MET SWEDEN.
Thank you for reading!