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Ch. 6.: A Night of Awkward Occurrences
"Guys, guys wake up..." Melinda said softly as she tried to awaken her friends.
"Quello che è successo?" Natale spewed upon regaining consciousness.
Ella, on the other hand, simply murmured "S'toy dispierta..." as they both rose and blinked a few times, unsure of how they arrived in their tent.
"You guys will never guess what just happened!" Melinda said excitedly. The two waited patiently as she explained how they arrived there and took great pleasure as her two friends blushed deeply at the thought of having been carried by the two men they had come to have crushes on. It didn't help when said countries walked into the tent.
"Let's go outside, da?" Russia started.
"Ja, they're roasting marshmallows and stuff that America brought; it's quite good." Germany said happily as he placed his stuff down.
"Uh, excuse me..." a shy voice began outside followed by a head poking in; it was none other than England. "Every other tent in this circle is full, besides France's tent and there's no way I'm camping with that bloody frog. Do you thi-" He cut himself off when he saw exactly who was in the tent.
Ella and Natale pounced. "Sure Iggy! You can hide from France here." Ella began as she pulled him inside with her formidable strength as Natale grabbed his stuff and threw it beside Melinda's.
The Boys
When they were settled, they went back outside. There was a large fire in the center of the circle of tents, but there were also small fire pits in front of each tent.
"Okay," Natale began. "You boys go find some extra wood somewhere and we're going to go beg some of those s'more things off America. Sound good?"
She was met with a chorus of "ok"s and they split up.
The three countries went off into the woods to begin gathering the twigs and such that they would need for their fire. Russia volunteered to carry it all; Germany and England didn't complain as they went hunting.
"So," England said, wanting to get a conversation going. "You two must really like those capitals if you're sharing a tent with them, eh?"
Germany and Russia froze, turning to look at each other. "Uh. . ."
"So did that thing on the beach mean anything or what?"
"Uh. . . what beach thing?" Germany asked and he picked up a log, throwing it to Russia who caught it with stiff arms.
"You know, earlier today when you were staring at them playing in the ocean."
"Uh, that was just a uh um . . ." Russia stuttered, "I was just explaining to Germany why Ella has my pipe-"
Germany shot him a look, and Russia realized that statement had just made England's point. This conversation was not going well, not at all.
"Why does she have you're pipe?" England asked. "I thought you'd never give that thing up." Now England was just flat out teasing them.
"Well, she's a good fighter-I'm not saying that I like the way she fights-but, you know, she's a very good friend and-I'm not saying that she's my friend, but she was just being loyal and protecting her Italian friend," he stuttered, making things all the worse for himself.
"What Russia MEANS to say is that he admired Ella's loyalty to protect her friend so he gave her the pipe to use to protect her friend from Barcelona."
"Ah-uh." England said, crossing his arms. "And what about you, Germany?"
"What?" Germany asked, flustered and embarrassed.
"Why were you wiping Rome's face at dinner?"
"Uh, well . . . Italy does that sort of thing so it was just a reflex . . . I guess . . ."
"Did you see the look on your face? You looked like you did that pretty voluntarily to me."
"Well," Russia intervened, "I think we have enough fire wood. Let's go back."
"Yea, they might wonder where we are." Germany concluded, happy for an excuse to not answer England. England himself smirked; it was a lot of fun to tease the other countries, and he knew he was going to have loads of fun messing with them.
When the countries got back, the capitals had smuggled and begged enough s'mores from America to last them the whole trip. They began arranging things in small portions for everybody: hot chocolate, popcorn, s'mores and a boatload of sweets.
"Hey guys." they greeted warmly, as they got up to greet them.
"Whoa, Ivan, did you carry all of this?" Ella asked, eyes wide at the amount of wood he had in his huge arms.
"Da," he said with a smile, finally happy that he could impress her, and set the wood by the tent.
Ella
Everybody sat around the fire with their food as they ate and told stories, and other things people normally do around campfires. Russia instigated his plan to try and show Ella some Russian: he would point to things and say them in Russian, and she would reply in Spanish.
"пожар," he said, pointing to the fire.
"Fuego."
"шоколад."
"Chocolate"
"дерево."
"Madera."
Ella pointed to the sky. "Estrella del norte, north star"
Ivan too looked up to the sky, but could not find the star she had mentioned.
"Over there." she said scooting closer and pointing to the exact star.
"I see. I'm not sure of the word for it though." he said sadly.
She picked up a bit of his scarf. "Bufanda," she translated.
After doing so, a slight breeze rolled in and Ella shivered. Russia noticed and realized, coming from such a humid, hot country, Ella wasn't not used to the cold like he was. He unwrapped the scarf from his neck and placed it about her shoulders.
"шарф." he continued with a smile.
Mexico City blushed madly, and wound it about her neck. It smelled very nice, like the sweet scent of burning wood, but the cool freshness of snow at the same time. They were complete opposites, but together . . . it smelled very relaxing. And very possibly-something flowery? Was it sunflowers? She held the folds to her face to hide the redness. Ivan watched this with a smile; she looked so cute when the fire light turned her skin a bit pink like that.
Natale
Rome was roasting marshmallows, squishing them into s'mores, and eating them like it was no one's business. Germany was surprised she could eat anything else after that food war they'd had earlier. "Roma?" he asked just before he blushed. Only Italy and Romano called her by that nickname!
"Ve~ yes Germany?" she asked, not seeming to notice.
"I don't think you should be eating so much." he said.
Rome frowned. "And I don't think you should get sunburned so much! You're redder than you were earlier!" She chomped defiantly on another s'more and said, "I have some sunscreen if you'd like to borrow it tomorrow."
"Oh, um, no it's fine, Rome." Germany tried to say as she clung to his finely toned arm.
"You're using it," she said stubbornly. "You won't be very happy if you get sunburned anymore." Now she was acting a bit like Romano. She looked cute when she was acting headstrong. Maybe it was something to do with the Italian, because Spain was always telling Romano that he looked cutest when he was flaming mad.
Germany sighed, knowing how stubborn Italians could be, and looked into the fire as Rome blabbed on and on. He hardly noticed when Rome stopped talking and snuggled up close to him. The small breeze wafted the Italian's pasta-smelling scent towards Germany. There was no possible way that he couldn't like that smell.
He looked down, his mouth open to ask a question, but discovered that Rome was asleep. Looking up carefully at Ivan and Ella, he saw that Russia had wrapped his scarf around the smaller capital, who was using it to hide her face.
Germany gently tugged his arm out of Natale's hands and pulled her closer against his side; she unconsciously grabbed his jacket in her hands and snuggled into his chest. Germany couldn't help but to smile.
Melinda
Arthur stared at Ottawa, expecting her to say something. The girl had just kissed him earlier, yet she was just gazing into the fire, barely nibbling on her s'mores. "So, is there anything wrong?" England asked, trying his best to make small talk.
Melinda didn't even look at him. "No," she spat, loud and clear. She was trying her best to be heard, but at the moment, she was thinking over what happened earlier with Seychelles.
The country sighed when he saw that Russia and Germany had their arms around their girls. As sweet as it was, it just made the atmosphere a lot more awkward. "It's cold out," he noted.
"Yeah, and?"
He really was getting nowhere with her. "If you want, you can have my jacket."
"I don't need your jacket," Melinda snapped as she bounced to her feet. "I have one of my own. Now excuse me as I go get it." She turned and walked back to her tent, leaving England to wonder what the bloody hell just happened.
There, Ottawa thought triumphantly as she walked inside. I didn't need Prussia to be loud. I can be loud all by myself. She knelt to her bag and started shifting through her stuff. She could have sworn she brought her jacket with her.
"Looking for this?" someone behind her whispered.
She recognized that voice easily. "Prussia," she growled, trying to mimic Ella in a bad mood, "What are you doing in my tent?"
"Hiding from Hungry."
"With my jacket?"
"Found it while seeing whether or not you brought some awesome, sexy underwear."
Melinda slapped him hard across the face. "Perv," she half whispered. "Give me one good reason not to yell for help right now. I'm quite sure England wouldn't mind beating you up again."
Prussia smirked. "You actually expect the guy you were just a total jerk to come to your rescue?"
"I was not being a jerk! I was being loud!"
"In a jerky way."
Ottawa grimaced, just about ready to call for the blond, when an idea came to her. Perhaps she really did need his help after all. "Listen here Prussia. I want you to teach me how to be loud without being a jerk to everyone else."
The German huffed. "Like I would do that."
Melinda blinked, putting on an innocent face. "Okay, I'll just tell Hungry that you were in my tent, shifting through my stuff. I bet she'll also like to her about you groping me earlier, and-"
"I get the point," Prussia said. Under his breath, he muttered something about this not being very awesome. "Fine."
"Very good. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Okay!" He tossed her the jacket. "I'm outta here." He lifted up what was supposed to be the wall of the tent. Amazingly, the 6 foot man was able to slip under it without knocking the whole thing down. Melinda smiled, feeling accomplished. She walked out of the tent, only to see England gone, and her two best friends caught up in their own little romances.
Melinda sighed and pulled her jacket on. "I'm going for a walk," she said, in her ever quiet voice. But it wouldn't stay that way for much longer.
She decided that the best place to walk was along the beach. There was no one there and the crashing waves made a melody to listen to. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice crashing into someone.
"Watch where you're going!" the stranger yelled.
Ottawa looked at her, shocked. "I-I'm so sorry," she stuttered.
"That's fine," the stranger, a girl, replied. Melinda looked at her, realizing that she was blond herself, wearing a long blue dress and...Was that a knife in her hand? "Are you friends with Mexico City?" she growled, suddenly looking dangerous.
The capital was scared out of her wits. "Yes."
"Tell her to stay away from big brother! He's mine and I'm going to marry him!"
The Canadian squealed and ran back to the camp. She was scarier than America.
All
When she came back, the capitals were standing outside of the tent.
"Glad you're back," Rome said, giving the smaller girl a hug. "The boys are in the tent, getting ready for bed."
"ELLA!" Melinda cried. "You're gonna die!"
The girl scowled and smacked her behind the head. "Don't say stuff like that!" Mexico City scolded. "Now calmly tell me what happened."
"There was this girl with a knife and she told me to tell you to stay away from her big brother and-"
"Da! Did she wear a blue dress?" Russia asked, stepping out of his tent, wearing brown slacks and no shirt. Melinda nodded. The Russian cussed. "I'm sorry; I'll deal with Belarus later."
"Isn't Belarus your sister?" Ella asked.
Ivan nodded. "Da, but don't worry, I'll protect you."
She really didn't understand why he'd have to protect her, but she didn't get the chance to ask, as Germany and England were finally coming out, wearing of course, their pajamas. Germany looked like a soldier, wearing a black wife beater and army pants. England, however, wore boxers with the English flag printed onto them. You could hear Melinda's jaw fall off.
"Is something the matter?" Germany asked.
"No," Russia answered hastily. "It's just the girl's turn to get changed now."
All the guys blushed, trying to picture what each girl would wear to bed. "Ve~! Let's go~!" Rome said, dragging her two friends into the tent. The girls quickly changed into their clothes, Mexico City wearing a red tank top and long, soft, black pants; Rome copied Feli's style, wearing gym shorts and a pink wife beater. Ottawa, however, wore a long, cream colored night gown. "I didn't expect to be sleeping with a bunch of guys," she wined when Natale and Ella started to laugh.
"Sorry, no hard feelings amigo," Ella said, opening the flap. "I didn't expect-"
"YOU GODDAMN FROG!"
The girls blinked and looked outside the tent. From what they could tell, England was on top of France, choking him, while Germany and Russia were flipping through the pictures on a digital camera. "I'm going to kill you!" the Englishman yelled.
"Now, now," his victim said in a soft voice. It was hard to speak when someone was choking you. "You don't have to be so modest Iggy."
"Don't call me that!"
"Vee~! What happened?" Rome asked.
Germany sighed and handed the camera to Russia. "Francis was taking pictures of England, and as you can see, he's not very happy about that."
"Da! Here they are!" Russia exclaimed, holding up the camera. "And they're at really suggestive angles too."
This only seemed to make England angrier. He raised his fist, ready to punch him. "YOU SON OF A-" He didn't get a chance to finish: Prussia came by and knocked the him off his friend.
"Quick Francis," Prussia yelled, keeping England pinned to the ground. "Be awesome and run away while you can!"
The Frenchie didn't need to be told twice. Like a rabbit, he was gone in a second. The albino sighed and released his captive. He reached into his pocket and took out a 20 dollar bill. "Twenty awesome dollars for the camera?" Gilbert offered.
Before England could object, Russia tossed him the camera and took the money.
"Why did you do that?" England yelled.
"I need to save up for a new scarf," Russia stated simply. "Now come on, let's go to bed already."
They all climbed into the tent and found their spots. Germany's sleeping bag was next to Rome's, Russia's to Ella's and England's to Ottawa's.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Melinda asked, seeing the president pull out a book and flash light.
"Nah, I need to finish this," England stated.
"Oh, well good night Arthur."
England nodded, noting the usage of his first name. "Good night..." He paused, realizing something. "Ottawa, what's your human name?"
"Melinda O'Neil." she mumbled, already starting to fall asleep.
England laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah well, good night Melinda."
Everyone else said their good nights as well, each making sure that they kept a respectful distance from each other.
England yawned. It had been about 3 chapters and he was already tired. I can finish one more, he told himself. He placed his book down and rubbed his now hurting eyes. He looked at the other occupants of the tent. It was a cold night and all of them were deep asleep, except for Ottawa. She was barely sleeping, shivering every now and then under her blankets. For a Canadian, she sure can't withstand the cold very well, he thought. He sighed and moved some of his blankets onto her. She stopped shivering immediately. He smiled and put his things away.
Ready to fall asleep himself, he placed an arm around the capital. In case she's still cold, he told himself; but even so, he couldn't help but to blush ever so slightly.
Russia slowly opened his eyes. He could feel the warmth of something near him, something that felt good. He smiled and pulled it closer to him. It squirmed, but then snuggled into him. This is nice, he thought to himself. His chest slowly came into rhythm with the warm object, falling into sync as it rose up and down.
Then Ella woke up. Unlike Russia, she quickly shot her eyes open and in an instant realized that she was snuggling close to him. She blushed a little, before closing her eyes again; she was going to enjoy this for a few more minutes.
Rome woke with a yawn. She found herself clinging to Germany with his arms around her, holding her close to him. She made an "Eepp!" before trying to get out from his grip. Any attempt failed. Every time she came close, Germany would just pull her closer to him. As her face got buried into his chest, she took in his sweet scent. He smells like beer, she noted. But she knew that he was also going to be furious when he woke up.
Cautiously, she started to poke his face. "Germany?" she whispered.
He groaned, but all the same, opened his eyes. "Natale?" he whispered in reply. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he released the capital. "Sorry," he muttered. He shifted in the bag, causing him to realize something else.
He threw off his blankets to see Italy curled up in a ball at his feet. "ITALY!" he yelled, picking the Italian up. It was impossible to sleep in that noise. Russia and Ella sat up, the country's arm still around the capital's waist.
"What is it Ludwig?" he asked with a yawn.
Germany didn't reply. Instead, he carried the still sleeping man out, muttering something about killing him while Rome followed close behind, begging him not to kill her grande fratello. The couple stared for a second longer. The gray haired man looked at the Hispanic before shooting his hand back to his side.
"We should stop him, da?" Russia suggested, doing his best at not blushing.
Ella, however, was a deep shade of crimson. "Y-yeah," she stuttered, quickly getting to her feet. The two started to walk out, but not before noticing England and Ottawa.
Not only did the blond have his arm around her, but the Canadian had a smile on her face as she snuggled closer to him.
"Guys?" Ella asked, surprised that they were still asleep. England opened one of his eyes and winked, motioning her to be quiet. Ella covered up a smile before dragging Ivan outside with her. It was cute, though Ivan was never going to let Arthur forget it.
England lay there for a few moments, enjoying every second of it. He was just starting to realize all the small things about her, like how different she looked from Canada. In truth, she looked like a female version of America's twin, but there were those subtle differences that made her cuter. Well of course I think she's cuter than Mathew, England thought reasonably. Mathew's a GUY.
His thoughts, and eyes, then drifted to her lips. She had kissed him yesterday, right? As a gentleman, shouldn't he return the favor?
From outside, Italy made a "WAA~!" sound, probably from being punched by Germany. That sound, however, is what woke Melinda up. She slowly opened her eyes, not understanding what was going on. "What-?" she started to say, before seeing that she was face to face with England. The two stared at each other for a second, her in shock, and him with a smirk.
Suddenly, he cupped her face in his hands. He smiled and leaned into her, surely it was the gentlemanly thing to do? He could feel her breath quicken as their lips were just about to touch...
But what was he doing? He squealed and was suddenly on his feet. Before Melinda could say anything, he was out of the tent. Melinda laid there for a few seconds, trying to figure out what just happened. Did he nearly kiss me? She wondered.
A hand grabbed her butt. "That wasn't very awesome of him," Prussia said, lying down right next to her. "Getting your hopes up like that."
Ottawa smacked his hand away. "What are you doing here?" she hissed.
He continued as if she hadn't spoken at all. "At the rate he's going at, you'll probably be in bed with him in less than a week."
"What are you talking about?" she replied. "He'll probably be back to flirting with Seychelles soon."
"See, unawesome people ruin your self esteem."
Melinda bit her lip, obviously pissed at him. She rolled so that her back was to his face. "What do you want?" she growled.
At that, Prussia pulled her close to his chest. His lips were suddenly close to her ear, so close that she could feel his breath. "Just came to say that if you want your awesome lessons, then meet me at the cliff at sunset."
Melinda knew where that was. It hung over the ocean, but the only way to get to it was by going off the path in the nearby woods.
"Before you ask, that's the only place awesome enough to do it," The German said quickly, before slipping out under the same wall of the tent as yesterday. Melinda laid there for a little while longer. What just happened? she wondered for the second time that morning as she left to join her friends outside.
Prussia
Prussia sighed and walked away from the tent. It really is a shame, he thought as he walked back to his own tent. It almost seems too unfair, but when has that ever stopped me?
His plan really was simple. Once he had Melinda alone on that cliff, he could easily over power such a weak little girl. The hard part would be to keep Ella and England away. But he already had that covered. Why else would someone as awesome him keep Spain and France around?
MW: The fluff of this chapter was written by me, so if it kinda sucks, you know why. Anyways, evil Prussia is awesome, non? And tres sexy :)
Sek: Midna, no using the AN as a fangirl area
BFTL: Because of that, you loose all previlages to make one of these without us in it.
MW: Awwwwwww...
SEK: Like always, review~!