In case you were curious, I still don't own Axis Powers Hetalia.
Chapter Three- Prussia's Revenge
The countries eventually made their way out into the parking lot. This, being the least expensive but most out of the way motel, the parking lot was barley even occupied. Italy, clinging to Germany's shoulder, whispered in his ear, "There's the guy I was telling you about!" His hand extended towards an enormous vehicle, but Germany ignored him, as he had more important things to worry about. Where the hell was the car?
"West!" The blonde turned around to see his older brother behind the wheel of the car Italy had pointed to. "Thanks a lot for forgetting to untie me from the roof of the car!" Prussia jumped down from his seat to confront the other nation. "You know, my bird could have fallen off, too. I thought you'd at least let him ride in the car."
"I told you guys he was on there, but you didn't listen to me." added America, voice barley higher than a whisper. America? What was he doi-oh, that was probably Canada. That was slightly less weird. "And it took me ages to figure out how to get him off. You're really good at tying knots."
"See, Ludwig, he was the man I saw in the room last night, too!" added Italy, rather unhelpfully.
"He was in the room last night?" exclaimed Romano and Germany, possibly agreeing on something for the first times in their lives. They briefly exchanged a glance at realizing the oddness of it.
"Oh, Italy, don't you know who I am?" asked Prussia sadly. Italy shook his head.
"You're probably one of those people who pretends they're a country, right? Which one are you supposed to be?"
"I am the awesome kingdom of Prussia, Italy-I do not 'think' I am." Italy sighed.
"Oh, I didn't know that was a country! I'm supposed to know you, right?" Prussia looked at Germany, and the other shrugged in reply.
"He has amnesia." Prussia raised an eyebrow, and his bird chirped idly around his head.
"Like some sort of daytime television show? Weird."
"And he does not believe that we are nations, or refer to us by our real names." Prussia gave Germany a look.
"Yeah, I kind of got that when he called you Ludwig instead of Doitsu. Anyway, you can call me Gilbert Beilshmidt for now." The nation jumped in the car again, honking for yet another time. "Everyone get in the car! Canada, you get to ride shotgun." The doors slid back automatically, and England got in the far back, as distant as possible from Prussia. Germany sighed.
"First of all, you are not driving, and secondly, I need to find my itinerary. Did you take it?"
"Oh yeah, that?" he pulled a folder out from behind a seat, filled with color-coded papers and more mapquests than could be thought possible, and Germany grabbed for it. Prussia briefly dangled it near Germany, causing the other to leap for the object, then pulled it back. "That's gone!", he exclaimed, ripping it in half, much to his brother's horror. "This is going to be a real road trip, not whatever you had in there. First stop? We're getting some breakfast. After that? We're going to Vegas!"
Despite Germany's massive protests, everyone else was happier with the new travel plans. This car could reasonably seat six people, unlike the last one, and seemed to be a lot nicer than that one as well. The radio was blasting, the Italy brothers were conversing in Italian, which everyone was very relieved the younger could remember, and even England, reading in his back seat seemed somewhat more pleased with the car. Canada, heavy-duty earplugs in ears, slept soundly as Prussia's chicks fluttered around the front seat. The only one unhappy was, of course, Germany.
"Why are we even going to Las Vegas? There are casinos in Germany." questioned the perturbed nation. Prussia laughed, then, realizing he couldn't be heard over his rock music, laughed louder.
"Poland texted me, told me that some of the other nations are having a meet up there. Everyone's going to be there, and best of all, America's not invited. I already booked our hotel."
Germany sighed. "Well then, if you're in contact with the others, have you told them about Italy, or will I have to do that myself?"
"I heard about it last night. And just let them find out there, they're probably driving now anyway. And anyway, it'll be a good way for him to meet everyone before the conference."
"Here we are!" exclaimed Prussia, sticking the card in the door and turning the handle. He was going to present the suite with some sort of weird flourish, but as all hotel doors, it didn't open on the first try, leaving him to riddle out how to open the door. He tried sticking it in for longer, pulling it out faster, but nothing worked. England sighed, grabbed the card from him and opened the door perfectly.
Germany's first reaction was a practical one. "How much did this room cost?"
Prussia shrugged. "I don't really care, after all, since I'm paying on your card." Germany took a moment to process this, which allowed Prussia to get out of his range and across the room. He immediately began opening all the drawers, inspecting the contents of each. He found nothing more interesting than a bible and some takeout menus in the first few, but eventually he struck gold. "An awesome minibar. Nice!" The nation started rifling around in it, pulling out a candy bar, as Germany, still somewhat shocked, began to realize the situation.
"I-you, I mean, you- you can buy those outside the hotel for much cheaper."
Prussia laughed and took a bite. "Who are you, Switzerland?"
They found Japan in a nearby casino, looking as calm as a man who'd just won the million dollar jackpot could be. The lights were flashing, noises blaring, and a man was handing him an over sized prop check. "Mr. Honda, you've just won the big jackpot! What are you going to do now?" Japan shrugged.
"I'm uncertain." He stared at the giant check, as if questioning the reality of the situation. "This is somewhat of a shock."
"Ludwig, why are we watching that guy? Do I know him?"
"That is Japan, It-Feliciano. Kiku Honda." Italy's smile disappeared.
"Oh. Another country person." The amnesiac sighed, watching Germany try and push through the crowd to get to Japan, only to be blocked by the hotel security.
"Excuse me, I know him."
"Yeah, you and all those other people." Japan briefly looked out into the crowd before he was pulled away by hotel staff.
"Yes, I agree, it is a most unusual occurrence, but no more unusual, perhaps then finding a missing nation hitchhiking at the side of the road on the way to a conference where you intended to discuss plans to look for him." contemplated Japan, standing next to Germany. Though the pair was still in the casino, neither of them intended to gamble anymore tonight- though, although he didn't know it, Prussia was gambling with Germany's money. Romano sat at a blackjack table, and his brother stood behind him, perhaps attempting to remember the rules of the game. The elder appeared to be winning a vast amount of money, which was shocking to Germany, as he had remembered him being quite bad at the game.
"I suppose this is just an odd trip. And to think I tried to have it all planned out." Germany sighed and watched the casino security walk around the room, meeting up near an exit.
"Oh. What happened?"
"Prussia."
"Oh." Romano had apparently won another game of blackjack, and both siblings looked very excited. The dealer, however, was not.
"I tried to make this trip orderly and planned out. We were supposed to be much farther by now, in fact. But he had to go and make this a road trip. I was attempting to save money on a flight, but no. Why did America have to change the location of the conference, anyway?"
"I believe he did not quite realize we would be arriving so soon in advance."
"That was a rhetorical question." It was silent between them for a while, partially because of awkwardness and partially because both Italies were being thrown out of the casino, Romano yelling about how he hadn't cheated and the other just sort of smiling, half comprehending what was going on. Germany sighed. "I suppose we'll have to go somewhere else now. Anyway, so long, Japan. I'll see you at the conference." He started to follow them out the door, but Japan caught on his sleeve.
"Wait a minute, Germany. Excuse my rudeness, but you wouldn't happen to have an extra seat in your car, would you?"
"We have one left. You're more than welcome to come with us."
"Thank you very much." He sighed in relief. "I was stuck in the back seat between France and Korea."
Nothing more needed to be said.
Some Notes: While I don't know what other hotels and/or casinos they're visiting in Vegas, the hotel that they're staying at is the Wynn Encore. I've never actually been to this hotel (as I've never actually been to Vegas) but my dad's told me it's exceptionally nice. He's also told me that his dream in life is to have his bedroom look exactly like a room from this hotel, which is sort of odd.
In the next few chapters we'll sort of switch to Romano's POV. Fun times.
