A/N

You don't know how much I love you guys. Blaze and Kris, I've got to say, thanks for reviewing and being awesome, as usual. You've already been awesome enough on the forum…Here, have a batch of fresh vital regions I picked! *hands those two the vital regions*

And to answer Myrna Maeve, yes, this was inspired by that fanfiction-creator. S/he doesn't exactly exist anymore and took down that fanfic, so all is well. I just want to continue because I want to, as usual, and my efforts shall not be wasted. Teehee, you have a vital region, too. *hands a vital region*

Yeah. Enjoy the filler! These two chapters are going to be fun to write.

Chapter 2: Two Days!

Two days left until the group of teens left for Narnia-err, Areyshland Isles.

"WOO! WE'RE GOIN' TO NARNIA, GUYS!" Rainy cackled, running out of her house to the group of teens that waited in front. They had gathered everyone - absolutely everyone - that knew about the countries. Or, at least, were invited. The group consisted of Pablo, Mac, Dominic, Ashton, Jordon, Benoit, Jeremy, Emma, Katja, Nissa, Jay, Himuro, Rainy, Hailey, Harper, Abigail (or Abby), Francine, and Shelly.

"Not Narnia, dammit!" Mac snapped at the ignorant Chinese-English girl. "It was something like Arapeland Islands!"

"Pffft, A-rape-land," Pablo laughed openly. Oh, his little Mackie could be so cute.

"Oh my god, they're going to rape us," Dominic squeaked fearfully. His face was a mask of sudden surprise and defeat.

"Nein, dummkopf," Katja deadpanned tiredly. How did she deal with this group every. Single. Day? "It was Areyshland Isles, not some sort of fantasy land where your dreams of getting raped comes true."

"Since when did I want to get raped, dammit, you stupid Potato Bastard?" Mac retorted with her Romano-styled answer.

"Since you hooked up with Pablo?" Rainy attempted to answer Mac's sarcastic question. Her response was a buttload of Italian swears and a Romano headbutt. "I'm sorry, aru, sorry!" she wailed, as Mac began to chase her down with an evil gleam in her eyes.

"Come on, Mac, you can do it!" Pablo cheered, as if it was all a game to him. Jay couldn't help but facepalm at the stupidity going on around her. Himuro simply took out a camera and began snapping away.

Hailey decided it was her time to shine. "Dominic!" she began, her eyes screaming mischief. "Come here for a moment!"

Dominic walked towards her, as if in a trance. He didn't expect the bright girl to do anything to him. After all, she looked really nice, and her America-worthy smile shone proudly among the group of mafia-attacked teens.

"I'll rape you~!" Grabbing at Dominic, Hailey pounced upon the unsuspecting Italian, thinking that he would turn tail and run. Sadly, it was the opposite effect – Dominic let out a small "ve!" and hugged the girl back.

"GET OFF MY COUSIN, YOU, YOU-!" Mac seemed at loss for words for once. Her face was suddenly a dark red, and you could almost literally see the fumes puffing out of her ears. Her hazel eyes glared at Hailey, ready to charge at any moment, head posed in a headbutt-style.

"Come at me!" Hailey replied defiantly, holding out her arms in a bull-wrestling fashion.

"Aiyah, that girl has such a short attention span, aru," Rainy frowned, walking up behind a still-taking-pictures Himuro.

"Yes, but it makes good pictures, you sree?" Himuro said, accent thick as ever.

Rainy leaned over to examine the professional pictures Himuro had taken, while Pablo ran out into the middle of the to-be brawl and squeezed Mac and Hailey into a tight hug. Mac shouted something that sounded like "merde!" and Hailey wheezed silently as the crazy Spaniard tightened his already iron-clad grip.

"That's French, my sweet tomato!" Pablo smiled at Mac.

"Well, well, well, then, vaffanculo!" an enraged Mac glared back at a very cheery Pablo.

"No! I will not fruk off, thank you very much!" Pablo huffed in mock anger. He dropped both struggling girls and crossed his arms, trying to look intimidating and vicious, only to look hilarious, with his eyebrows furrowed and a dribbling lower lip.

"Spaniard, you do know you look absolutely idiotic, right?" Jeremy pointed out in a no-nonsense tone.

"…Si, my good friend, si." Pablo lowered his gaze to the slightly shorter boy. He and Jeremy locked eyes for a moment, before grinning and throwing their arms around each other like old friends, cackling away madly.

"Okay, what the hell are they up to now, dammit."

"Surprise buttsex?" Rainy gigglesnorted.

"…Wha-oh." Nissa looked at Rainy, first acting confused and then blushing.

"Did you just say buttsex?" Dominic burst into a fit of giggles.

"I…I think I support this pairing." Jay doubled over laughing, tears cascading down her face.

"We heard that, you know~" The group saw the killer duo turn around and give them cheery grins that could have been 2p!worthy.

"…We'll be right back, Mac, since it seems like someone's mad." With that, Rainy, Jay, and Dominic dashed off in a hurry, Jeremy following close behind with something that looked like England's cooking in his hands. Only in the shape of cupcakes.

"Well, my little tomato, that leaves you and me." Pablo smirked happily.

"Well, my little ritardo, I wouldn't be so sure," Mac spat back, ears red with embarrassment.

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together."

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put F and U right snug next to each other."

"Your eyes…they're amazing."

"Seeing your back would be pretty amazing, too."

"Hey, my little sweet tomato, what's your sign~?"

"Do not enter."

"Your body. It's like a temple."

"Sorry, no services today."

Pablo sighed in frustration. Pick-up lines weren't working on his beautiful red tomato today. But a steely glint returned to his eyes, and Pablo decided it was time he acted like a true man. He would sweep Mac right off her feet in an awesome, Prussia-like confession. His father would be impressed with his skills. He knew it was the right time. No one was here, only both of them. He would do it. He could do it.

"Mackenzie," Pablo started, getting down on one knee, "Will you—"

There was a loud splurch in the background, and Pablo turned around to see a Spain holding a bloody nose while a dumbstruck Romano held a basket of tomatoes in his arms. Italy was close behind, a clueless expression on his face, until he saw Pablo down on one knee. He suddenly began to "ve, ve, ve~!", and Romano woke from his stupor and began to stutter, "C-ch-chigiiiii!"

Great timing, guys.

Spain waved his unused hand at his son, giving him a brief thumbs-up before walking away, Romano following close at his heels and shouting insults behind him in Italian. Italy just said "Good luck, Pablo!" and chased after his brother and friend.

"Hey, Pablo, what're you doing, aru?" Rainy popped out of nowhere, with the rest of the group with her. Jeremy was still smiling, but holding his hands behind his back, as if hiding something. The look on everyone's faces said don't ask for your own safety.

"N-nothing, nothing at all." Pablo swallowed angrily and looked at the ground. Wow, guys, he was just about to get it perfect, too! Why of all times did they have to come at the perfect moment, to ruin the perfect-ness of his confession!

"You don't look to well, aru," Rainy mentioned.

"I think we interrupted something," Ashton murmured.

"Y-yeah." Dominic agreed.

Benoit and Jordon exchanged glances before apologizing hastily in their own languages, backing off as they sensed the dangerous aura resonating from Pablo. Jeremy just gave him a smug look before following the rest of the gang, off to a place where they wouldn't annoy Pablo any more.

Narrowing his eyes venomously, Pablo knew that he would end up taking Mac's spoon and castrating Jeremy one day.

Jeremy knew that he wasn't going down without a fight. He had cupcakes waiting just for Pablo.

Thus, the already-brewing rivalry began anew, and the day ended without much more bickering, just a very, very, very awkward silence.

Spain was holding a small meeting with the other countries. Holding up a hand for silence, he surveyed the scene around him. They'd all gathered at school, in the Teacher's Lounge, and locked all doors and windows for good measure. They had also closed all blinds, and only one light had been lit in the entire room.

Smiling contently, Spain began to speak. "My little Pablo decided he would…ahem, was going to confess, it seems. Short and sweet moment. But I think I broke it…anyone have advice on how to deal with this situation?"

Silence.

"Okay," Spain decided at another approach. "Just tell me how to give love advice while being a good parent."

England snorted in the background. Spain glared at him with contempt in his eyes. "Mi amiga, I think you've been a worse parent then me, si?" he spat out the words with poison dripped into them.

America, Canada, and Hong Kong all stiffened at the mention of bad parenting. England raised his eyebrows calmly, barely concealing his raging-hot fury at his old rival.

"I assure you I've realized I made mistakes when parenting my…brothers." England said the words slowly, as if they pained him to say. "But this is something that happens every day. A common occurrence. You don't need to seek us just to ask for love advice, or as you mentioned earlier, parenting advice."

"Well, my old friend," - Spain could feel himself tensing up, as well – "But this is not that much of a common occurrence. I want you all to help me bring these two lovebirds together, as quickly as possible, si?"

America laughed his loud, aggravating "ddddd" laugh. "Dude, not cool," he started, chewing on a McDonald's hamburger and slurping some Coke down as well. "You've grot yur owen prorbems, and I sure don't know how'ta deal with 'em!" his mouth full, the sentence sounded grotesquely pronounced.

"America!" England gave his former colony a startled look. "Swallow, for God's heavenly sake! We don't need to hear your American English here, if not with your mouth full!"

Swallowing reluctantly, America returned the stare. "There's nothing wrong in me doin' what I do, dude," he muttered. "But all you've got to do is just no intrude on them and I betcha they'll be fine. Right, guys?"

The rest of the nations murmured their agreement, except Prussia and France. They looked a bit skeptical, and France voice his own opinion.

"Mon ami, I say we help him," he nodded sagely.

"Haha, the Awesome Me agrees, too!" Prussia laughed. "We should bring them together, so it'll be really awesome and all! Not as awesome as me and Gilbird, but you know!"

"I suppose…" Japan nodded, but Switzerland had different ideas.

"Man up before I hit you with my Peace Prize!" he glared at Japan.

"A-ah…okay." Japan ducked his head, afraid of another beating with the Peace Prize.

"How about we try to bring them together in the trip?" France proposed. Everyone chorused their agreement quickly, wanting the meeting to end.

"And if that doesn't work, well, it wasn't meant to be, kesesesese!" Prussia laughed. His red eyes scanned the room with ill humor. The day was closing, and everyone was shuffling to move out and go home. But he knew that something was wrong. Some…presence that didn't belong. But he didn't see anything out of the oridinary…it must just be his little birdie, Canada, again.

Yes. That must be it.

A/N

More sexual tension. Mwhaha, sexual tension. Like England and America all over again, only it's Spain's son and Italy's grandchild this time. And more unepic cliff hangers! Don't you all love those unepic cliff hangers.

I FORGOT MY DISCLAIMER. I don't own Hetalia, but I own some of the characters here and all other used characters go to their respectful owners. Hm? Flamers? Come at me, bro, they'll just be used to fuel my motivation and create more hate.

Like adding fuel to the fire, my friends.

Signing out, Rainy!