So here we are, my brain realizing at LAST that it's too chock-full of Hetalia ideas and that the ideas are to short to put into individual oneshots. So instead of spamming FFNet with individual oneshots, I had the not-so-original idea of putting them all into an archive~! This'll be updated whenever I feel like it. ^^

SO YEAH.

Chapter Two: Sisters

I own nothing.

France stared at the glass of wine in front of him.

Maybe if he stared at it all his problems would go away.

…It wasn't working.

"Ugh," he cried out to nobody in particular. "Mon cheri Seychelles is ignores me every time she sees me! I feel like an awful big brother!"

"I have it worse, aru." China sighed, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and sitting next to him. He sighed again, and ordered wine from the bartender. "Taiwan is always dragging me out on shopping trips! And I always have to pay for everything, aru! All her Louis Vitton bags and Gucci shoes and all that, aru! You have no idea how many times I've had to eat at Japan's place just to afford it all, aru!"

"But Yao-kun has it easy compared to me, da?" France gaped as Russia sat down in the seat on his other side and ordered a glass of vodka. "When it comes to little sisters, I mean. Y-you've all seen what Belarus does, right?"

France sipped his wine and China nodded sympathetically. "Sisters are nice, but sometimes they're just so…problematic, aru!"

"Agreed, mon cheri." China gaped at him and was about to say something when Holland sat down on the seat next to him and ordered a glass of beer.

"Bonjour, Holland," France greeted tiredly. "Your little sister giving you problems as well?"

The brunette blinked at him and started, "I…don't have a little…" He paused, looked thoughtful for a moment, and his eyes flashed. "Oh, wait."

Three pairs of eyes blinked at him. "Rocky relations," China supplied, and France and Russia nodded understandingly. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Russia opened his mouth.

"Well, I love Belarus and all, it's just that…" he began, but trailed off.

"Well said. Seychelles is a sweet girl…"

"And so is Taiwan, but…"

Holland nodded knowingly.

Suddenly, a gunshot ran through the air and voice reached their ears which made the four nations freeze up in their seats. "I love my little sister!"

France, China, Russia and Holland gaped at the newly arrived Vash Zwingli, who was glaring at them like he was about to unleash the fury of hell.

And instantly the same thought reached their heads.

France looked at China, and China looked at Russia, and Russia looked at Holland, and Holland looked back at France, and a grin found its way on their faces.

"Weanie."

That night, the resident doctor reported four different cases of gunshot wounds, each on four different people, and the resident bartender reported kicking someone out due to shooting.

Please don't ask me where the hell this came from. ^^" And yeah, I'm aware that France isn't technically Sey's big bro, but for the sake of this story let's just say the are, 'kay? Anyway, please review!