I do not own Hetalia. If I did, my previous disclaimers wold form the segment "Bad Parenting With the Axis Powers".
Belgium threw a brown paper bag as hard as she could off the side of the ship.
"Honestly!" she muttered to herself, ashamed at the poor security on the ship, her brother, and what he had brought aboard.
"What's the matter, miss?" asked Liechtenstein, who had wandered over when she saw the unfamiliar girl with blond hair tied back in a green ribbon.
"Hm?" Belgium turned around, a little surprised because she though she was alone. When she saw the innocent girl in front of her, her gaze softened. "Oh, hello there. Nothing, just my older brother...he's- well..." she sighed. There wasn't a nice way to put into words how she felt about her brother.
"I'm sorry..." said Liechtenstein, "I know my big brother's really nice. He takes helps me out all the time and is very considerate. I guess that's not the case with everyone..."
"Oh, no, it's fine, dear." Belgium smiled her feline smile. "I'm Belgium, by the way. What's your name?"
"Liechtenstein," she said, smiling sweetly. She liked this new friend.
Just then, Switzerland came up to them, irritated as usual. He glanced warily at Belgium. "Who's this?"
"This is Belgium," said Liechtenstein.
Belgium looked skeptically at Switzerland. She only knew him by reputation, but surely this couldn't be the kind big brother her new friend was talking about. "Are you her brother?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"Liechtenstein here was just talking about how nice you are."
Switzerland blushed, not quite sure how to respond to that. Liechtenstein's smile was incredibly adorable as she looked innocently up at her brother. Belgium knew better than to join in. In the back of her mind, she wished she could get along with her siblings like the people in front of her.
Back at the pool, Seychelles could see Poland and the Baltics heading her way. Poland stood out as usual in his hot pink swim trunks. Seychelles stifled her laughter when she saw him.
"I don't think we've met yet, have we?" she asked him.
Poland grinned confidently. "I'm Poland. Like, conqueror of Eastern Europe."
"I'm Seychelles," she said. Looking at his swimsuit, she added, "That's quite the outfit you've got on there- oh?" Poland, who was always scared of strangers, was hiding behind Lithuania.
"It's alright, Poland, she's a nice girl," said Lithuania, attempting to pry Poland from the swim shirt he had on with his sim trunks.
A shaky Poland peeked out from behind him. He was scared back into hiding when Seychelles, a little confused at his sudden change in attitude, smiled in an attempt to be friendly.
Latvia, slightly impatient, said, "Hey guys, watch this!" He backed up a few yards, then ran to the edge of the pool. He jumped off the edge, landing with a surprisingly loud "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? JERK!"
If only Latvia had looked before he leaped. Maybe then he would have realized that he would land on Romano.
But sadly, he didn't, and Romano was not happy. "THIS MEANS WAR, YOU DAMN JERK!" He then wandered off in search of recruiting people to help him get revenge on Latvia.
"Why do I always mess things up...?" asked Latvia to himself.
In about an hour, everyone who was swimming had joined a side and was ready for a giant splash fight.
Looks like most of them are distracted...now I can get some food! That pasta Italy packed wasn't very filling....
Latvia wasn't really sure why all these people were asking him for directions, or how he got into this mess. All he knew was that Hungary, his "co-captain," was yelling commands at her "troops." And she didn't look half bad in that biki-
"Latvia, what do you think Team 9 should do?" she asked him, interrupting his train of thought.
"Oh, uh, I don't know..who's in that one again?"
Hungary looked at him disapprovingly. "Latvia, think."
Latvia thought for a second, then remembered. "Right. Uh, we could send them in as a distraction, and then have Canada go in solo to the center of their territory..."
"Who?"
"Canada- he's a master of stealth...Well, that's one way to put it. Truth is, he's so quiet that nobody even notices him. He might as well be invisible. One time Russia accidentally sat on him during a conference. Knowing Russia, though-"
"I like you better when you're quiet," said Hungary. Looking out into the small group of countries, she called out, "Canada?"
"Hey! Macho potato! You're our first line of offense. Japan, you back him up."
Romano was taking the fight very seriously, commanding the people on his side without thinking his actions through. He had decided that the first group to land a hit on the other commander was the winner.
Nobody else was very serious, though, so he was growing irritated. "Gaah! Spain! What're you doing sitting around, bastard?"
"I'm you co-captain. I'll help you make decisions."
"I don't need any help, you jerk! Go to the enemy's border! GO!"
Spain smiled and lazily drifted away. Romano glared at him as he left until he was distracted by his brother. It wasn't long before Sapin reached some disorganized people of Romano's fighting one of Latvia's organized teams. He decided to help out Greece, who was having trouble taking on Turkey and Egypt -or at least, it looked like Egypt. It was hard to tell when he wasn't wearing his white hat.
He snuck behind his two enemies and created a huge wave using his entire arm. This caught Turkey off guard, and he turned around quickly.
"Aren't you worried about your mask?" asked Spain, skillfully dodging a hasty splash from his opponent.
"Naw, it's only a little inconvenient when the water beads up on-" Turkey took a huge splash to the face. He spit some water out of his mouth. "I can't believe I fell for that..."
"Spain, look out!" yelped Greece, who was a little busy with Egypt, noticing Belgium sneaking up behind him.
"Aha!" exclaimed Spain, eyes widening as he turned around, thinking he was about to surprise Belgium. However, Belgium had heard Greece's warning, and got Spain right in the eyes as soon as he turned around.
"Hah!" laughed Turkey triumphantly, pointing to the mask, "That would never have happened to me!"
As if to mock his pride in his mask, Netherlands popped up right in front of him, splashing water under his mask and into his eyes. Then he turned to his blond sister. "You're gonna pay for what you took," he said ominously.
"Hm, you noticed already?" asked Belgium, "Rather pathetic, don't you think?"
Netherlands glared at her and prepared to fight when the entire Bad Friends Trio -Spain, France, and Prussia- attacked his sister from three different angles. Belgium did her best, but was horribly outnumbered. She retreated by diving between France and Prussia.
Netherlands followed her, while the Bad Friends Trio helped Greece, who was being targeted by both Egypt and Turkey again.
Spain and France circled Egypt, momentarily confusing him. He took on both at once by spreading out his arms and spinning quickly, creating a huge wave. Spain and France weren't expecting this, but the advantage soon returned to them when the African nation got dizzy.
Meanwhile, Greece and Prussia handled Turkey...or rather, Greece and Turkey had an epic fight and Prussia stood to the side, not wanting to accidentally hit Greece.
The splash fight went on like this for quite a while, much to the enjoyment of its participants.
Canada swam nervously in between the nations. He couldn't see well without his glasses, and his single lock of curly blond hair kept getting in his face, but he didn't really need to avoid the others. They never saw him.
He weaved easily in between them, all the way up to Romano and his brother without being noticed.
"Veh~ Why can't I go be with Germany, fratello?"
"We both know how useless you are on the battle field. And why are you always talking about that jerk anyways?"
"Germany? He's really nice! He's always helping me-"
"Oh will you SHUT UP! I'm SICK of hearing about him." He turned away from his brother, only to be hit in the face with a pitiful splash. "Huh?" He looked up, noticing Canada after a few seconds. "Who the hell are you?"
"C-Canada..." whispered Canada, "From Latvia's side..."
"Wait- I lost?" Romano was speechless.
I was going to come up with a creative rhyme to get you to review, but I fail at that kind of thing. So I guess I'll just ask nicely. Review please? :3
SPLASH FIIIIIGHT! Oh, this chapter was SO much fun to write. I hope you didn't find it boring. I just love action, even if it is simply splashing xD The splash fight scene was probably the first idea I had for this story.
By the way, shame on you, Netherlands! You should know better than to bring that stuff aboard.
...This is when writer's block sets in... I'm having trouble coming up with things to happen, other than continue with our little intruder. And I have a feeling that he will ba caught by the and of our next chapter.
Anyways, thank you for reading~!
