A/N: Yay, chapter 2! And soon, as well :) I usually suck at updating, so this is really good for me. I don't own Hetalia- I wish! Brianna is an OC, she's not important. And she will appear in the next chapter, just to annoy England some more.
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Brattyteenagewerewolf: Well, Russia won't kill anyone (hopefully!) but I can't promise anything about France- he IS France, after all.
~China~CPOV~China~
This was the most annoying thing I'd ever done! The other four were too busy with their own things to notice the important, like the fact that we still needed a hotel room! Our bosses said that we could figure it out, but those four never agree!
"France! Get your bloody hand OFF of my arse!" See? I am right. They can never get along.
"Oh honhonhon… But you know you like it, Angleterre!" I shook my head, and went to pick up our luggage. Someone had to be responsible, aru.
~France~FPOV~France~
I was actually pretty excited- (no, not in that way!) Ski trips were so romantic! And I was with Angleterre, as well. He could be so stupid sometimes- he thought I- ahem- flirted with him to annoy him, which was only half true. I also kinda had a crush on the insufferable country, and I'm not one to be able to hold back my urges. But who can blame me? This body was made for loving!
I heard China sigh somewhere next to me and watched as he walked off to the luggage carousel. Hmm, I hope my suitcase made it okay- I'd hate to have broken a bottle of wine all over my designer clothes. Our bosses hadn't allowed us to wear our usual clothing for the trip, they said it was too "flashy". I think they were mostly talking about me, but I'm not sure. It's not as if my uniform didn't compliment my gorgeous looks perfectly.
~England~EPOV~England~
I finally got France away from me. Thank god he'd been distracted by China going to pick up our luggage, though I felt sorry for the Asian country if France was interested in him. I went through my mental checklist:
Catch the plane from London? Check.
Change into regular clothing? Check.
Once in Salt Lake City, get luggage? Check.
Go to hotel and unpack- oh, bollocks. We'd forgotten to book a hotel room- or, rather, rooms. Preferably five, though I figured I could share with America, seeing as he was like a son to me. I looked around and found a "Customer Service" table complete with preppy blonde teenage girl.
~Brianna~BPOV~Brianna~
So, like, working at the airport is like so totally boring. I mean, all I ever do is just answer stupid questions for stupid people. Like, sometimes I get to talk to a hot foreign guy, but totally not often enough. Like now, here comes a total hottie- suit, spiky blonde hair, green eyes- ewwww, never mind. I HATE it when guys have big eyebrows. It's just, like, so totally gross.
"Er, miss, could you help me check into a hotel?" …But I do like hot British accents…
~England~EPOV~England~
I would never figure out girls. First she'd seemed nice, then not, now she was nice again. I didn't want to deal with this! All I wanted was to check into a bloody hotel without being driven crazy by bloody females! Thank God I was gay.
A/N: Sorry it's so short! But at least it's updated quickly, right? Right? I'm pretty sure you can guess what I'm going to do with the hotel situation. I'll see if I can upload a chapter a day. For those of you reading You Make Me Smile, I apologize 'cause I haven't put anything up lately... I'm working on it, I promise! Fave/Follow/Review! XOXO