Shut Me Up!

Chapter 6

(Avery's POV)

Hey, can you do math? Okay then, answer this question: Sam + driving= ? The answer is scary. Like…chainsaw massacre scary.

I shiver just thinking about it!

On the bright side I got to experience what driving in England feels like. Okay, besides feeling as if everything I learned about driving is wrong.

Also, driving right after flying is a big no-no.

"Avery~!" Samantha shook me out of my inner thoughts.

"What, Sam?" I said through gritted teeth.

Sam smiled brightly, "Jeff-fa-fa…"

I grinned widely, "Dunham~…"

We together in a high pitched voice, "Dot com~!"

"…Are you two off your rockers?" England spoke up.

(Sam's POV)

England's house was stunning.

Victorian furniture and some old stuff from when he was younger.

"My, my, Sweet Aunt Sue," I breathed. Not only was I overtaken by it, Avery stared in awe at the antique guns of England's younger days.

I looked back to England who I caught staring at me. He blushed and looked away. "Nice place, Iggy." I looked to the giant chandler hanging from the ceiling.

So…many…sparkles!

England shuffled awkwardly, "Th-thank you…"

"Damn…" Avery said from across the room where she stood in front of an antique pistol.

England smiled, "Ah, a memory from my privateering days."

Avery looked blank and tilted her head to the side as she said, "Huh…?"

"In other words, England was a sexy ass pirate." I winked at him.

England stuttered.

Avery slapped me upside the head, "Sam!"

"What!"

Scotland put an arm around Avery's waist and whispered into her ear, "You know, lass, I like girls who are feisty."

Avery shivered then tried to punch him in the face. Scotland, luckily, ducked just in time.

~o~

England, Scotland, and Avery were discussing boundaries. Like, how they were not to come into our room. She knows Scotland will just come in our room anyway, but you have to give her credit for trying.

While she negotiated, I snuck away to explore more of this house.

I walked upstairs. A room to the right caught my eye. It was a plain old door with something engraved in Ye Ole English. I would tell you what it means but…Me and old English just don't mix.

Ignoring the engraving, I opened the door.

Dust flew everywhere, showing that it hasn't been opened for centuries. The room was dark with a single window letting light shine. Under the light from the window, a single chest like trunk lay.

"Well, my dear England…What have we here?" I walked over to the chest and looked over it quizzically. I popped the chest open easily.

What was inside it completely shocked me.

'Twas swords.

Pirate swords to be exact.

"Holy—" I stopped myself. I picked up one of the swords. "Whoa." I breathed.

Grinning wildly, I rummaged through the trunk and found England's old tri-folded hat and his coat. I put them on and ran back the stairs.

~o~

"Don't you fucking touch me, you pervert!" Avery yelled at Scotland.

"Come on, lass, one kiss?"

"NO!"

"Hey, where is Samantha?" England questioned.

"Here," I voiced from behind him. I leaned against the door frame. The hat was casting a shadow over my eyes. The sword hung from a hilt I found that was around my waist.

"S-sam?" Avery asked, completely dumbstruck.

I looked up, trying to look as dark and mysterious as I could. I glared.

England stared at me. He was not amused.

"What…do you think you are doing?" He growled.

"Not you, sadly," I smart-mouthed.

He glared at me, "Okay then. You have a sword. Use it." He grabbed a sword off the wall and swung it around a couple of times.

I stared wide-eyed. Trying to see if he was bluffing. He wasn't.

Scotland and Avery didn't say a word. Avery clutched his arm while the Scot stood in front of her protectively. I wasn't sure if Avery was clutching the Scot because she was scared (I doubted that completely) or she was afraid for me.

Hell, I was scared for me too.

I pulled the sword out and stood in front of England.

"Bring it," I snarled.

England didn't even hesitate with all his might, he swung at me.

~o~

(Morgan's POV)

Prussia told me to sit in the living room cause he had a 'surprise' for me. That statement kind of scares me. I-I'm not kidding, I think a bunch of Gilbirds are going to pop out of nowhere and scare the shit outta me!

I heard footsteps coming towards me. Three countries who I don't wanna see together in the same room; Prussia, Spain, and France.

Prussia smirked, "I told you I brought reinforcements!"

I stared blankly at the three of them, "Oh, shit no…"

Spain flashed me a bright smile, "Hola! Morgan, is it?"

I nodded.

"Ohonhonhon~" France's creepy laugh sent shivers down my spine.

Prussia kind of stepped in between me and France, I will thank him for that later. "So, guys, what shall we do to out…guest~keseseses~!"

…I take that back.

France pulled out a bottle of wine. "Spin the bottle, anyone?"

"Ja~!"

"Si~!"

"NO!" I yelled,

~o~

We sat in a circle, Prussia to my right, Spain to my left, and France in front of me. They all wore their countries uniforms while was in my navy blue hoodies and blue jeans.

France made his creepy laugh, "Now the object of this game is that the person spin's the bottle, and whoever it lands on they get a choice of either kissing them, or removing an article of clothing~honhonhon~."

I paled. WHY ME? Where's Meagan when I need her?

"I'll go first~!" Spain chirped. He spun the bottle. I prayed it wouldn't land on me. Please, God!

It landed on Prussia and I let a sigh of relief. "Fusososo~ shirt off!"

I nearly squealed when Prussia took off his shirt leaving his chest bare. I couldn't look away.

Prussia spun the bottle, and it fucking landed on me.

He smirked, "Kesesesese~Oh, Morgan…"

"Wh-what?" I asked.

"Hoodie off," He ordered.

I sighed in relief and took off my hoodies. I had an American flag T-shirt on.

All three men were staring at me. Perverts. Anyway, I spun the bottle—

~o~

(Meagan's POV)

Since my friends left, me and America have hardly spoken.

Dammit…

I sat in my guest room thinking about when America almost kissed me… Stupid British git! Interrupting everything…

I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in, America…"

America came in and smiled at me. "Hey…you sister called. Said somethin' about Prussia." He shrugged.

I stood up, "What about Prussia?" I moved closer to him.

"I dunno. She said Prussia and I zoned out." He stated.

I glared and yelled, "Wait, did you not take a message?"

America shook his head.

"Nope."

I blew up in his face, "How. Fucking. Dumb. Are. You? My sister could be being raped right now! You asshole! Fucking idiot, you can't do shit—Mmph!"

I was cut off by a pair of lips crashing onto mine. I was shocked but I slowly melted into the kiss. America wrapped his arms around my waist while my hands were playing with his hair.

When he pulled away we both had to breath in deeply because the loss of oxygen. We stood there in silence.

I got scared and pushed America out the door and said just as I was about to slam it shut, "G-goodnight!"

I immediately grabbed my cell phone and called both Sam and Morgan on a three way phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hello~?"

"Hey, guys, did you know that your nose touches when you kiss someone~?"

They got really quiet…

"NO FUCKING WAY! YOU KISSED AMERICA!" They yelled at me at the same time.

On the other side of the 'pheres I heard multiple cheers, and one angry Brit.

To be continued…

~o~

(Avery post this with my chapter)- Sam

:D I'm so evil (and sometimes stupid!)-Me

Hey, guys, I hoped you enjoyed my new chapter. Well, I'm glad people think my story is funny. ;D Well I hope for more reviews and suggestions who Morgan's battle land son~! My two friends (Meagan and Morgan) always text me telling me how much they laugh. :D I love you all!

Xoxoxo~!

P.S.- Oh, ja, I checked Google…it stills says I still don't own Hetalia… =(((

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