Chemical Defect (guest): Thank you for the correction! As you can see, that's what I get for trusting Google Translate! Don't do it kids!

ArmCannos34: Alexandra is 5'5 ft, with dark African-American skin, dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair with natural gold/copper strands. Her hair is this huge mass of curls. Eric is 6 ft with short black-brown hair and eyes.

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Beach Plans Plus New Additions

Saturdays were my good days. Saturdays meant no school, and very few responsibilities. I could sleep until 12 p.m. if I wanted. I could stay in my room all day doing what I wanted. And what I wanted to do that Saturday morning, was sleep.

Which, apparently, was not something I'd be able to do as I was jostled from my slumber by a weight landing on top of me. "Dude, dude wake up!" An obnoxiously loud voice yelled rather close to my ear. "You can't sleep the whole day! Come on, wake up! Let's do something!"

"Nooooo..." I whined, slipping further under the covers and curling up tighter. "Let me sleep..."

"But sidekick~" he whined. "Don't make me use the secret weapon on you! Remember, I know your ultimate weakness!" I frowned but didn't budge, and then I tensed when I felt him lean closer. "Well, I tried!" What the-? Fingers suddenly wriggled under the covers and dug into my sides. My very sensitive sides. Who the fuck told him I was ticklish? Was it Eric? It wasprobably Eric.

I screeched loudly, and began to squirm and flail, but he already had a good hold on me so all I could do was thrash around while screaming and laughing. "STOP, OHMYGOD STOP I'M GONNA FALL OFF THE BED!"

"Are you gonna get up?" He snickered, and I nodded quickly, too out of breath to do anything but make incoherent noises. "Are you gonna make burgers for breakfast?" What, no! I shook my head and yelped when he redoubled his efforts. "What's that Allie? You don't want me to stop tickling you? Well, if you insist-!"

"No, I'm sorry!" I laughed, rolling around and very nearly toppling right off the bed. "I'll make burgers! I'll make burgers, just please-!"

"Knew you'd see my end of the deal," he chuckled and pulled away, and I promptly collapsed back down, breathing heavily and twitching. "Ha, I knew I'd get you to wake up eventually!"

I groaned and rolled onto my side, and then I flipped back and held out my arms. "You're carrying me downstairs for that," I mock scowled, and made grabby motions with my hands. "I refuse to walk now."

"You got it!" He picked me up easily and bounded to the kitchen with me. "Mattie, bro, I convinced her to make burgers to go with the pancakes!"

Matthew and Arthur turned to stare at us, and then at me. "He tickled me," I said by way of explanation. "Apparently someone," I shot a pointed glare in Eric's direction. "Told him about that. So now I gotta make burgers for breakfast, even though that is not at all healthy." My twin lifted his coffee mug in an unrepentant salute.

"So now I have to," England corrected automatically. "Bloody hell America, don't drag Alexandra into this. Can't you do without burgers for the day?"

Alfred cackled gleefully and let me down. "It's too late! She already promised the hero, and sidekicks don't break promises to their heroes!" I rolled my eyes and walked over to grab the burger patties from the fridge. On my way, I dropped a kiss on Feli's cheek, which he replied to with a sleepy smile, a yawn, and a mumbled buongiorno sorella.

I wandered past the radio and flipped it on. Moves Like Jagger immediately began to play, and I couldn't help dancing along and humming as I sidled over to where Matthew was flipping a perfectly made golden brown pancake onto a stack of equally wonderful-looking pancakes. There was a bottle of golden maple syrup beside the plate, and some butter. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and pressed my face into his back. "That looks good," I mumbled, peering under his arm at the batter.

He glanced at me, smiling slightly. "Thank you, eh..."

I nodded, and danced away when the chorus came on. Twenty minutes later, America was assembling a burger with an assortment of odd condiments while Arthur looked on in disgust over the rim of his teacup.

Worth It by Fifth Harmony was playing in the background, which was making me feel like dancing again. Suddenly, Spain grabbed my one of my hands and yanked me into a spin. When had he appeared? Either way, he was grinning widely. "Baila conmigo, cereza!" Well, I could guess what he'd said. I laughed and shifted to avoid the table, moving with the beat of the music and throwing my hands up to bring them down again.

Spain was a really good dancer, catching one of my hands and pulling me closer, twisting me again, encouraging me to move my hips in time with the music. I could hear the other countries calling out encouragement and cheering in the background. At some point, while I was spinning, I caught sight of Prussia and France, but then they were gone again, and then Spain was pulling me in again. By the end of the song, I was laughing so hard, and so winded that I could barely stand.

"Ha, well done cereza!" Spain beamed down at me where I was sitting on the ground and gasping for air. The other countries expressed similar sentiments, even England.

He sighed but smiled over his teacup. "I suppose so. Where did you even learn to dance like that, poppet?"

Eric smirked and went to pick me up. Normally I had more stamina than that, but the laughing had really taken a lot out of me. "She watches a lot of music videos on TV, and researches choreography routines online," he explained on my behalf as he set me on one of the chairs. "Honestly, you are so out of shape," he told me.

"Am...not!" I gasped. "I'm...just happy...and I laughed too hard," I pinched his cheek and grinned widely, before my stomach chose to rumble loudly. "...also, I'm hungry."

"Here," a forkful of delicious pancake appeared right in front of my face, held by Matthew. I opened my mouth immediately, and ate it. "How is it, eh?"

"This is the best pancake ive ever eaten in my whole life," I declared while chewing, and then I opened my mouth again when I'd swallowed. "I'm gonna need more of that, thanks."

As Canada was lifting another bite to my lips, another face appeared and stole it. "Kesesesesese!" Gilbert laughed. "She wasn't kidding, Birdie!" He chewed loudly. "These really are awesome! Almost as awesome as me!"

"Hey!" I yelled, latching on to Matthew. "Those were mine! Go get your own cute, pancake-making Canadian!"

He stuck his tongue out with a smirk. "I already have one, so let go of him!"

...wait, is this...PruCan? ...IDK how to feel. On one hand, I loved PruCan because eyyy, cute ship! On the other hand, I also loved PruAus, because I am all for the opposites attract tropeand Prussia is this brash character, and Austria is so refined... so yeah, what do, what do I fucking do? "Oh yeah," it suddenly occurred to me, on a totally different, and completely random tangent. "Where's Russia? Has he had breakfast yet?"

"I think he's outside," Eric replied. I nodded and – after yelling instructions to them to not let America near the grill to make more burgers, and to make sure that Prussia didn't steal all the pancakes (or the pancake-maker) – I grabbed a plate and drizzled a few of the pancakes with maple syrup and skipped outside.

It was sunny today, not a cloud in the sky, and I raised a hand to shade my eyes. Like Eric has said, Russia was in the garden leaning over one of the plants in his self-claimed patch of land. "Ah, доброе утро..."

"Good morning Ivan," I walked over. "Have you eaten? I brought freshly made Canadian pancakes!" His eyes widened slightly, and he accepted the plate and began to eat. "It's a nice day, isn't it?" I said conversationally. "Really sunny and all. You can tell it's actually summer now."

He hummed in agreement, the corners of his mouth stained with sugar and maple syrup. "да, it would be a pity to waste such a good day. We do not get very many warm days in my country..."

I hummed and nodded. "I guess. We should do something today then," I decided. "Like...go to the beach!"

Now that the idea had occurred to me, it suddenly seemed like an excellent idea. The beach wasn't so far away, maybe an hour-long drive if there wasn't any traffic. Ivan blinked down at me in surprise, and I reached up to wipe away the syrup like I would a child. He tilted his head to the side, and raised his clean hand to pat my hair.

"да, I would like that," Ivan smiled, and I grinned back. At that moment, I heard the sound of a van pulling up to the house. I swear, if that's who I think it is...

It was. "Shawn, you have the worst timing," I glared at the man while Eric signed for the units, because there were two crates parked inside the house. One, oddly enough, was made of metal. "Who did we get?" I peered over his shoulder when he opened one of the manuals.

"Look, I don't know these people," he shrugged and handed them to me. "You tell me."

I stared at the page, and then grinned. "WE GOT GERMANY, PEOPLE!" And then I opened the other one. "AND WE GOT ROMANO TOO!" Of all the two countries to come as a pair, it had to be these two.

There was a crash, and a high pitched "ve~!" from somewhere in the house, and then Prussia, Spain and Feli came sprinting into the room, nearly falling over each other in their haste. Eric only just narrowly avoided being trampled by them. "WEST! WEST IS HERE?" Prussia ran over to the metal crate. "West, West come out! It's your awesome big brother! They have beer here!"

"Hey, my beer is not a free commodity!" Eric yelled. Prussia ignored him and poured some beer over the metal crate, cackling happily. I giggled, until I looked down at the manual and read that I wasn't supposed to let Gilbert do that. ...well it's too late for that now.

A second later, there was a low grating sound, and the lid of the crate broke open. Matthew and Feli screamed, and Feli dived behind me, as Germany roared. "Gilbert!" The lid bent more, and a tall, incredibly muscled man climbed out. And when I say muscled, I mean damn son, you how long do you work out? He had slicked back blonde hair, and steel-blue eyes, and he was big. "What have I told you about wasting perfectly good beer?"

While he chewed out his brother, and Prussia laughed and patted him on the shoulder, I turned to Lovino's crate. "Okay...Feli!" I turned to the Italian, and found him clinging to Germany's shoulder and cooing about how much he had missed him, and how much he'd like it here. The taller blonde was blushing slightly, and looked a tiny bit uncomfortable with Italy's affection.

Aw...height differences! I knew there was a reason I shipped this! You know, apart from the affection and closeness, and the chance that it's probably canon that Germany is the grown up Holy Rome SO WHOO, REUNITED LOVERS!

I came out of my thoughts when Feli hopped off Germany to drag me over. "Ve~, Germany, this is my new sorella!" He beamed, his hands on my shoulders. Germany turned to me, and his blush receded a bit.

"Ah, hello," he held out his hand a bit stiffly, and I smiled and shook it. "I am Ludwig Beilschmidt. Thank you for taking care of Feliciano."

"Alexandra Clare," I nodded. "And no worries. We had fun!" Feli nodded and glomped me, rubbing his cheek against mine and talking in loud, rapid Italian. Oh, I was about to ask you to do that but okay!

In response, a voice came from the other crate, low and muffled. "Feli? Feli is that you? Get me out of this fucking crate! It's fucking dark in here!"

I ran into the kitchen to grab a screwdriver, but when I returned, Spain was cooing at the box in Spanish and there was a lot of muffled cursing coming from within. I waved him away, and pried out the nails. The lid lifted up to reveal someone who looked very similar to Feli, but his hair and skin were darker. His eyes were a colour I couldn't place – hazel, or green, or gold, I couldn't be sure.

His lips were pulled into a snarl, and his cheeks were flushed red as he continued to yell. "And another fucking thing-!" Then his eyes met mine and he froze and just stared, and then he suddenly blushed even more. "Ah, scusami bella," he apologised, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding my eyes.

Aw... "No worries," I smiled, feeling the urge to poke his cheeks. Spain, unfortunately did not share my reservations, as the second Lovino climbed out of the crate, the taller male promptly tackled him in a hug.

"Ah, Lovi~, you're here!" He cuddled the screaming Italian, ignoring the insults being thrown at him. Spamano. It's happening. IT'S FUCKING HAPPENING SOMEONE HOLD ME! I screamed internally, but kept my composure because if there's one thing I'm good at, it's maintaining an excellent poker face. "I've missed you~!"

Lovino squirmed in his arms, screaming loudly. "Shut up, you stupid tomato bastard! Let go of me!" Eric and I stared at them silently, and then he glanced down at me.

"Is...is thing going to be a thing now?"

"Probably."

Translation

Buongiorno sorella - (Italian) Good morning sister

Baila conmigo, cereza – (Spanish) Dance with me, cherry!

доброе утро - (Russian) Good morning

All translations come from Google Translate, so please feel free to point out if something is wrong! Thank you!