I do not own Hetalia, yo. 3
Ow. Fuck. Shit. My head. I mentally cursed Prussia for giving me such delicious beer that gave me such a painful hangover this morning. My eyes slowly started to flutter open and squinted at the light that came in from the windows.
"Shut uuuup..." I whined and glared at the sunlight in front of me. My body felt numb. Or at least...my legs did. And why is everything sideways? My eyes suddenly widened a fraction and I turned my head a bit to see Romano's head hanging over as he slept. His back was pressed against the wall and that's also when I felt a hand on my hip. A sudden blush crept it's way to my cheeks and I gulped. I-I fell asleep on Romano?! Someone slightly mumbled in their sleep and a grip on my legs seemed to have gotten tighter. What the heck? My gaze dropped to my legs and saw Spain's arms wrapped around them, using them as a pillow as he drooled on them too.
"GET OFF!" I shouted and instantly regretted it when the echoing rang in my ears and increased my headache. That...and I woke everyone up.
"Mon dieu! What was-ow!" France yelped and sat up, causing his head to bump with the broom that was leaning against him. Romano woke up with a snort and lifted his head so fast that it collided with the wall behind him. The bump woke up Spain as well and he dug his fingers into my leg and curled up in on himself, looking scared and alert. It was quiet for a moment until we all heard a low groan. My attention was suddenly caught by Prussia lifting his head off of the ground next to the four of us. He yawned and blinked tiredly at us. Suddenly, he smirked a bit.
"Don't tell me I miss out on a foursome~."
Cue my shoe colliding with his face. He shouted out and grabbed his nose, sitting up groggily. "O-Ow Katzchen! That hurt the awesome me!" His ruby eyes narrowed at me in a half-hearted glare and he looked around his room. Beer cans, clothes, and a few other objects were scattered around. A small chirping reached my ears and I sat up, looking around. Spain released my legs and sat up as well. Instead, he leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder. I heard Romano growl menacingly behind us. Though, I'm not sure at what.
"Will you fucking make that chirping stop?!"
"Oh no! Gilbird! Where are you buddy?" Prussia quickly scrambled to his feet, staggered a bit, and started to tear his room apart even more.
A loud thudding of boots came from the stairway and Germany came into view a few moments later holding a tray of pills and 5 glasses of water. Something was different about him though.
"West! And Gilbird~! Kesesese, there you are." Prussia rushed over to his brother and picked up a yellow fluff ball off of the other German's head. Oh. That was it. "Danke bruder." He placed the chick on his head and Gilbird happily nuzzled into his mop of white hair.
"Ja. Whatever." Germany sighed irritably and took cautious steps into the room. "Honestly Gil, clean up your room." He scolded and placed the tray down on the, surprisingly, clean coffee table. His gaze turned over to Romano, Spain, France, and I, and he motioned to the water and medicine. "Here. It'll help with the hangover side effects a little." With that, he spun on his heel and stalked out of the room.
"Oh bueno. I really need it." Spain sighed and picked himself up off of the floor to walk over to the tray. France was next. Then I heard Romano stand up as well. However, he stopped in front of me and offered a hand.
"H-Here. I'll help you up."
I blinked at him for a few moments, not saying anything, and then smiled and took his hand in mine. Romano swiftly pulled me to my feet and the force of the headache slammed into the front of my head.
"Owwwww!" I complained and snatched my hand away from his so both of my hands were holding my head. My knees nearly gave out from under me when everything seemed to have blurred and a black ring thing came into my vision and had me almost falling over. Romano grabbed my arm so I wouldn't fall over and led me to the couch, practically throwing me on it. I glared at him, but then stopped momentarily when he shoved the glass of water and pills in my face.
"Take them." Romano frowned at me and waited for me to take them out of his hands before he turned and grabbed his own glass of water. He didn't take the pills however. I guess he didn't drink as much as the rest of us.
"Than-"
"I don't want you fucking acting all messed up and whiny all day." He muttered. So that's the only reason he wants me to take the medicine? Jerk. I scoffed and popped the pills in my mouth and swallowed them down with the help of the water. I'd have to thank Germany after this.
"Kesesese~. So what are we gonna do today? It's only Saturday verdammt." Prussia asked us as he lounged lazily on his arm chair next to the couch. France took a seat next to me and threw his arms over my shoulder.
"How about we just drive around, oui~? We can stop somewhere when we want to go there." France suggested and starts playing with my hair. I chose to ignore him, but I smiled.
"That actually sounds like a good idea~." Spain chimed in.
"Ja! Let's do that!"
We all nodded in agreement.
"Gute~! Now...everyone get dressed. You guys can borrow mein clothes if your's got dirty or something. _? You can borrow mein twin's clothes." Prussia scrambled off of the chair and headed for the stairs, motioning for me to follow him. I did.
"You have a twin?" I asked curiously.
"Ja~. We're not blood related however. Her name's Julchen. Kesesese~. She's pretty awesome. Almost as much as me!" Prussia boasted and I laughed.
"Haha, that sounds pretty cool. Does she visit often?"
"Nah. She's all the way in Germany and rarely visits. We just keep some of her stuff here just in case." He smirked and led me to a room down the hall. He opened the door and all I saw were boxes everywhere and a single bed in the corner of the room.
"It's...nice."
"Eh. We never really decided to work on it since she rarely visits." Prussia shrugged and moved a few boxes to the side before pulling one out and opening it. Inside was a set of clothes which consisted of a few shirts, undershirts, panties, bras, and many many mini skirts. I dead panned when I spotted the skirts.
"No way."
"Was?"
"I'm not wearing a skirt that short. I don't know what would possess your twin to wear those kind of things, but I /refuse/ to wear them."
Prussia started to laugh and he pulled out a skirt to wave it in my face. "Aw. Does _ hate skirts? Kesesesese~." I scowled at him and grabbed the skirt to throw it across the room.
"Yes _ does."
"You're no fun."
"Wasn't trying to be."
"So unawesome Katzchen. So unawesome." He shook his head at me in a mocking manner and stood up. "You choose from the box and change. I'll head back downstairs before any of those dummkopfs try to kill one another." Prussia smirked at me before spinning on his heel and walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
I sighed heavily and rummaged through the box some more. Oh come on Julchen. You must have a pair of pants somewhere! It took me, or what felt like an hour, 15 minutes to finally find a pair of decent length, black shorts. They actually came to my mid thigh.
"Finally." I muttered under my breath and picked out a white blouse to go with it. Unfortunately, it was one of those shirts that button up to the middle of your chest to expose it instead of all the way to the neck. Since all of her shirts were like that, I didn't have a choice in the matter. I got dressed quickly and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat.
"_?" I stopped in my tracks when I heard the thick German accent coming from the kitchen table. Sure enough, I turned my head and saw Germany sitting there with a newspaper in his hand. "Why are you wearing mein twin's clothes?" He asks and a tiny hint of pink rose on his cheeks.
"H-Huh? Oh. Sorry. The guys and I are going to hang out today and I needed something to wear. And since my original clothes got dirty from the drinking last night...and I didn't want to wear Gilbert's...so he let me borrow some of Julchen's." I paused and stared at him. "Does it bother you? If it does, I'll find something else..."
"Oh, nein nein. It doesn't bother me. I was just curious..."
"Okay then~." I smiled at him and opened the fridge to see if I can find something edible.
A sudden stampede of stomping started to hurry up the stairs and then France and Prussia bursted into the room, grinning. "I won!"
"Nein! I won!" Prussia pushed France out of the way and rushed over to where I was, knocking me to the side.
"Hey!" I shouted and pushed him back.
His eyes widened a fraction and he smirked at me. "/Someone's/ being fiesty this morning~. Kesesese~."
"Eh? _, you look so cute in that outfit~!" Spain beamed and pulled me to him in a hug. I squeaked and tried to escape, but it was in vain. Damn it, his hugs are too awesome and strong to escape. However, France came over and pulled me out of Spain's arms. I thought I was saved, but then he hugged me instead. I dead-panned and sighed.
"Can I go one day without being hugged?"
"Nein."
"Non."
"Nope~!" The BTT answered in unison and I scowled.
"Fuck..."
"So West! What is there to eat? Do we have pancakes?" Prussia slammed the fridge door close and plopped down in the chair across from his brother.
"Um...ja. I think we have stuff to ma-"
"_! MAKE US PANCAKES!" Prussia suddenly stood on his feet and took me away from France to shake my shoulders violently. "The Awesome Me demands pancakes! Matthew let me borrow some of his original Canadian syrup and I. MUST. USE. IT. It's so awesome!" He kept shaking me and I tried to speak, but couldn't even manage a sentence. Finally, Germany stood up and decided to rescue me before Prussia actually manages to do some damage to my brain or something. It sure felt that way.
"Bruder. Stop shaking _." He grabbed Prussia's shoulder and pushed him towards his friends before leading me across the kitchen. He took down the pancake ingredients and a griddle to cook them on. "Here." Germany nodded and opened the fridge to grab a beer before walking out of the room.
"Thank you~!" I called out and smiled at him before he left. He smiled back.
"Just make the damn pancakes already you idiot." Romano snapped from his seat at the table.
"Oh shush."
"Make me!"
I frowned at him and took some of the pancake mix to throw it in Romano's face. The expression on his face went from one of shock to anger. He wiped off the flour-like substance on his face and tried to hit me back with it. I dodged out of the way just in time, and so instead he managed to get Spain instead.
"Ow! What was that for Lovi?" Spain pouted and grabbed some mix for himself. He tried to dump it on Romano's head, but got it all over Prussia.
And that's how we ended up having a pancake mix war in the kitchen. The mix was flying everywhere and all over the kitchen floor, counters, table, etc.
Germany must've heard the commotion going on and he stalked inside, glaring.
"What the hell is going o-!" He cut his sentence off as he all froze in place. I was currently thrown over France's shoulder as Prussia was about to slam a handful of pancake mix in my face, and Spain was on his back as Romano was sitting on his stomach trying to strangle him. We all stared at Germany in surprise.
"You have five seconds to get the fuck out before I kill you.." Germany muttered furiously as he clutched the beer in his hand, nearly shattering it.
"Eine..." I was let off of France's shoulder.
"Zwei..." Romano climbed off of Spain and helped him up.
"Drei..." We all tried to brush as much pancake mix from our bodies as possible.
"Vier..." All five of us scrambled past him as rushed to the door.
"Fünf...!" By the time we heard him shout five, all of us were out the door and standing in the driveway looking scared out of our minds.
"Mi amigo...your brother is very scary when he's angry, si?" Spain mumbled to Prussia.
"Ja! Ya think? I have to live with the guy!" He shouted and placed his hands on his hips. "Alright you dummkopfs...Are you ready to go on an adventure?"
"Si!" Spain smiled.
"I am~!" I said.
"Oui, mon ami."
"Sure. What the fuck ever..."
"We'll someone sounds enthusiastic." I nudged Romano with my elbow gently and smiled. He glared and nudged me back.
"Zitto.."
"Gute! Now shut up and get in Francis's car." The five of us checked to make sure if we had any more pancake mix on us, France's demand, before climbing in. Romano managed to get the passenger seat this time, so I had to deal with Spain and Prussia in the back. Of course, I was placed in between them.
"Alright guys, where first?" France asked as he started the car and started to back out of the driveway.
We all stayed quiet and exchanged glances with each other. When France made it to the road and began driving, I groaned.
"We have no idea where the fuck we're going do we?"