East: We do not own Hetalia! (Cough*thoughIWishIdid*cough) We do, however, own our characters. West owns Janiet and Luke is a male version of my character! This is simply a treat for West and the fan girls of Hetalia.

Climbing out of the car, Janiet flips her hair dramatically, liking the way the blowing night wind made her feel like a movie star. Who was she kidding? She was just trying to forget the whole incidence with France and Germany. She really didn't need Germany to help her. She could have handled the situation herself… probably… maybe…

Hoping that Prussia hadn't found out, Luke won't have the nerve to ask, and Germany would just forget, she quickly walks towards the house, not waiting for the others.

Luke honestly knew something had gone on at the parade as soon as the group had met up at the car to go home, but he was still debating whether to go straight out and ask or not. Seeing as Janiet was obviously not going to wait for the rest of them, he quickly stumbling out of the car, nearly tripping in the process, to follow his sister into the house.

"Hey, West, wait up1" he says, catching up to his slightly shorter sibling. Once he was standing next to her, he gives her a cheerful, white smile and asks in a happy tone, "So, how did you like the parade?"

Giving her brother a suspicious look, Janiet quickly changes the doubtful expression to her usual 'I was annoyed, but maybe you had a point' look.

"It was very…" she pauses, fishing for the right word. "French…" she hands out, almost questioningly, as she glances back to where Germany and Prussia were getting out of the black sports car.

Luke gives Janiet a curious look that transforms into one of amusement as her lets out a laugh.

"Well, of course, it was a French parade. But what I meant was what did you and Germany do at the parade? You were together right?" he asks with curious eyes and an oblivious smile. It was moments like these when Janiet almost wanted to believe he was Italian.

Germany could tell Janiet was most likely trying to avoid the topic of what had happened, and he was fine with that, at the moment at least. To avoid any question from his brother, he quickly strides past Janiet and Luke into the house, where he shrugs off his jacket and kicks off his boots and heads to the kitchen, in the back of the house. Prussia stares after his brother with a curious expression, being to wonder if something did happened between Janiet and him.

Janiet manages to keep the same expression, while her eyes trail of Germany as he passes. A brief thought occurs in her mind as she stays at his muscular form walking away, but she pushes it out of her mind before she can register it.

"Nothing really, to be honest, though it scares me to think I'm even remotely similar to the French. Better question, where exactly did you and Prussia run off to?" she says, raising an eyebrow. She actually wanted to talk to Germany instead, though she really didn't want to talk. Ugh, curse the thoughts of Germans, she thinks, hating how she always came up with bizarre scenarios before talking to someone.

A blush suddenly lights up Luke's face and he looks away to hide it, while Prussia covers his mouth with his hand to keep from snickering.

"Erck… Uh… we, uh, just… looked around, is all," Luke stutters, trying to avoid the topic.

Janiet raises an eyebrow.

"If an angry Frenchman comes pounding on the door, you two are dealing with it," she says simply, walking into the house. She had never really gotten the chance to explore the house, and she was hoping to find her own room before nightfall, less she end up sleeping on the couch… or worse, in Germany's room.

Prussia snickers slightly, "Maybe not Frenchmen," he says, following her in.

Luke follows his sister while Prussia makes a v-line for the kitchen.

"You're right, angry French WOMAN!" she yells after him before dashing up the stairs and turning in the hallway.

Oh God, this should be fun, she thinks, looking down the hallway of rooms. She knew the first one on the right was Germany's, and judging from the overwhelming smell of pasta seeping out of it, the one on the left was most likely Italy's. Switzerland had carved his name into the door of one room, making it his, and Austria has slapped a big old 'Keep Out' sticker onto the door of his, with the words 'This counts for Prussia especially' written in marker at the bottom. Fun, Janiet thinks, beginning to wonder if there are any rooms left when she sees one door at the very end of the hall.

Walking into the room, she is surprised to find that it's dark as hell. Searching for the light switch, she almost doesn't hear the rustle of something moving in the room. Almost, that is, until she hears a click and the lights come on. She looks over into the room, only to see Germany sitting on the rather big bed in the middle of the room.

"Hey…" he says awkwardly.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have your own room?" she asks, walking over after closing the door.

"Yeah, but I was making sure this room was prepared for… whichever one of you two found it first," Germany says, making room on the bed for Janiet to sit.

"You were making these preparations in the dark?" Janiet says, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

A slight brush crosses Germany's face.

"Well, no. But... Do you just want to talk? I don't think anyone will disturb us," he mutters slightly. Janiet looks him over for a brief minute, trying to push all the weird thoughts out of her head before they came in.

"Sure. I guess," she says almost hesitantly. She did want to talk to him, but she obviously wasn't going to say it start out.

"Right so... About what happened at the parade..." Germany begins, trailing off slightly as he examines Janiet's face.

"Thanks... For, you know, saving me from France..." She pauses, before grabbing the collar of Germany's shirt and pulling him so their noses were almost touching.

"I swear, if you tell anyone what happened, I will personally hunt you down and murder you in the most violent way possible!" She growls angrily.

Germany stares at her with an almost contemplating expression, before suddenly leaning in a little closer.

"Really now?" He says, his voice slightly husky. Before Janiet can register what was happening, Germany closed the small distance and connected their lips.

'Did he really just get turned on by a threat?' Was the brief thought that slipped into Janiet's mind before she closed her eyes and returned the kiss, her harsh grip on the neckline on Germany's shirt slipping so her hands could rest on his firm chest.

After what felt like hours, which was really only two minutes, the two parted for air, both panting slightly.

"Did you seriously get turned on by me threating you?" Janiet asks between pants. Germany smirks and leans in again, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Well, I am German," He says almost teasingly before connected their lips yet again in a fiery kiss.

"Idiot," Janiet mutters into the kiss, before melting into, wrapping her arms around Germany's strong neck. Just as the kiss was getting more intimate, the door to the room suddenly bursts open, causing the couple to freeze.

"Hey Germany! I just figured something out!" Italy says, bouncing in completely ignorant of Janiet and Germany's nearly identical glares.

"And what would that be, Italy?" Germany growls, hoping Italy would get the message to leave. Janiet begins to wonder if she should stop straddling Germany, since Italy was obviously not going to leave anytime soon.

"Did you know you guys are related?" Italy says in an almost too cheerful voice as he sits down on the bed beside them.

A loud crash of glass from near the doorway causes the three heads to turn to see where Luke had just drop a tray with some drinks on it.

Recovering from his shock of the news sooner than expected, Luke suddenly points an accusative finger at Janiet.

"See! Now you can't judge me for liking Prussia!" He shouts, almost triumphantly.

Janiet stares at him a minute, taking in what he said.

"Wait... You're gay?!" She shouts in surprise. Luke's grinning face slowly turns into an expression of confusion then to one of pure nervousness.

"Uh... Hey, wait, we're are Romantic countries as well as Germanic... Does that mean we're a love child?" He asks, a confused expression on his face. He was obviously trying to change the subject.

"I guess... But wait... YOU'RE GAY?!" Janiet shouts again.

"Well, look at the time!" Luke says, rushing off.

East: We have no reviews and it's making me sad! Come on people! review! West is making me write 10 chapters and I need motivation and ideas!

# from West; I am not making her do anything... I just used some very me-like ways to motivate her.