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Stuck In Hetalia

(No One's POV)

With Vicki…

The next morning was quite strange for Vicki. She had awoken to her brothers yelling. Now, her brothers yelling weren't unusual to her, it was actually normal. However, the fact that they had woken up before her was what she found strange. She wasn't an early bird, but Romano and Feliciano loved sleeping in. It generally took a while for them to get up.

Vicki sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. She reached out to her nightstand and picked up her black rectangular glasses, sliding them onto her face. Sliding out of bed, Vicki stretched her arms and went to her dresser, practically dragging her feet along the carpet. She took out denim gauchos, a red tee, and a dark blue hoodie. She scuffled to her bathroom and changed from her pajamas into what she had picked out.

Vicki picked up her hairbrush and brushed her hair, pulling out wild hairs that stuck out from the bottom, 'It's longer.'

She turned sideways and saw her hair had indeed grew from her hips down to her butt.

The brunette brushed her teeth quickly and exited her room only to hear loud barks in Italian.

Running downstairs, Vicki saw Spain cooking what seemed to be a feast. She also heard her older brothers shouting at a high volume.

Romano was hollering at Italy to stay away from the "damn potato eater".

Italy was crying loudly saying, "It's no fair!" and "Germany's my friend!"

Vicki laughed out loud as she watched her brothers butt heads.

Italy turned and ran to her, he hugged her tightly and cried out, "Help me! Essere fratello significa per me!"

((AN: translation- "brother's being mean to me!"))

Vicki sweat-dropped and patted her big brother's back. Italy hugged his sister tighter, as if he was the younger sibling.

Romano snarled out, "Don't try getting Victoria to side with you, bastard! Sorella, come on! He's not a baby!"

She chuckled and said, "But you know how he is! And I can't help it, I feel sorry for him!"

((AN: translation- "sorella" = "sister"))

Romano rolled his eyes at Italy's whimpering.

Spain, who had been too busy cooking, walked over and said, "Food is all prepared and- hey, what's going on here Lovi?"

Romano seethed out, "Uno, my name is Lovino! And due, this idiota won't shut up about the damn potato eater... and when I told him to stay away from the tedesco, he wouldn't listen to me!"

((AN: translations- "Uno" means "one", "due" means "two", "Tedesco" means "German"))

"Lovino. Calm down, we all know you mean well and just want to protect your hermano but let him be. Ludwig wouldn't hurt him."

The Italian was beyond pissed, "I hate you, damn Spaniard. Prendendo parte di mio fratello!"

((AN: translation- "taking my brother's side!"))

Vicki noted that even though Spain's smile was on his face, his eyes showed his hurt from Romano's words.

So Romano stormed upstairs muttering something along the lines of, "damn idiots" and "I'll be back later".

Vicki asked, "Another fight...? Really, you guys?"

Spain rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh well, Lovi will come down when he's feeling better. And by the way, pequeño, there's a world meeting today. All the countries are coming here! So remember your manners and dress nice."

"Dress nice? Am I coming?!"

Spain shrugged and smiled, "Why not? It's better than being alone."

Vicki flashed him a toothy grin, "Okay! Thanks, Antonio."

Italy had stopped crying and looked up at her, "Hey, fratello told me about what happened. Who was the boy you were with?"

Vicki blushed at the mention of what had happened the previous night. She really didn't want to discuss that topic with them, but unfortunately for her, karma was a bitch.

Spain asked, "Boy? Who?!"

Vicki whispered, "England...?"

Italy and Spain said in unison, "Who? Speak up!"

Vicki shouted, "England! Happy?"

Italy opened his eyes and Spain's pupils grew huge. Needless to say, they were quite startled.

Spain was the first to say something, "Britain?! Oh, couldn't you have at least chosen someone handsomer or nicer?"

Italy let go of her and put both hands on his sister's shoulders.

For the first time in forever, Italy looked completely serious.

"Don't go after Arthur sorellina. He's bad news. That creepy magic stuff is crazy! He talks to nothing!"

Spain added, "Si, he also has a reputation for being mean, and is very hateful! I remember his pirate days... he was annoying! He's a complete pinchazo!"

Vicki was furious, red in the face, and embarrassed.

"Stop! England's a good friend. He's is so kind to me. Who said he was crazy? I can see the fairies too! I'm not going to just tell him 'hey, I don't like you, so stay the heck away from me!' That's unfair! He doesn't even have a lot of friends anyways, okay?"

After her enormous outburst, she thumped her chest and coughed a bit, her throat hurt.

Spain looked away, feeling guilty of the accusations, "Lo siento... we just don't want you to get hurt or end up making a big mistake."

Vicki sighed and nodded. She understood that her family wanted the best for her. But, she needed to make her own choices.

Vicki almost felt like laughing at how American she sounded, but she held it back.

Italy, who had been silent and looking down shamefully, hugged her and said, "We just wanted to warn you. But, per favore, don't get hurt."

Vicki responded, "I won't, alright?"

Italy pulled back and smiled, "Alright! Now, go get ready for the meeting, veh?!"

She nodded and ran upstairs into her room. She walked over to her dresser, but realized that she didn't need to change. Looking down, her clothes were fine for a world meeting. And she just picked these out this morning... So she remained in her room, listening to music on her phone and waiting for the meeting to begin.

After an hour or two, people started to arrive. Vicki sat on her bed, coloring in her drawings and listening as various people opened the front door. She recognized most of the voices but some were either too faint or in a foreign language that was impossible to identify.

She heard the door to Romano's room open and close. He walked downstairs, grumbling past her room.

But then, she heard loud thumps coming up the stairs.

Then there was a knock on her door. She groaned and said, "I'll be down later!"

Many more knocks were followed.

Vicki said, "Go away! Just leave me alone!"

A loud bang hit the door, another and another until finally... Vicki's door broke down.

And there stood a smiling Addi and a scowling Sarah.

Addi said, "Hey, how's it going! Oh, and you need a new door!"

Vicki gaped and nodded. Sarah rolled her eyes, "You are such an idiot, Weirdo. If you had just opened the fucking door, that wouldn't have happened."

Vicki stood up, "You know, when someone doesn't open their door, it usually means that you're not welcome!"

Addi said, "What?! Dude, you're so wrong! Doors are just some stupid thingy we're supposed to beat down!"

Sarah noted, "You make it sound like a game. Typical, isn't it?"

Addi shot back, "Oh, shut it! You're just too Asian for my awesomeness!"

Both Vicki and Sarah simultaneously replied, "That doesn't make sense."

Addi said, "Of course it does! Anyway, why are you pulling an emo on us, Vicki?!"

Sarah added, "Yeah, who pissed you off? Read a bad fanfiction or something?"

"Come on! That's just stupid. And I'm not pissed!"

Addi asked, "Then what are you doing locked up in here?!"

"I was drawing! I stayed in here because it's so loud downstairs I can't hear my music!"

Sarah scoffed, "You are a real bad liar. Quit being so defensive and tell us."

She grabbed a chunk of Vicki's hair, pulling it upwards. Vicki winced, "Ow! Look... it's none of your- ow!"

Sarah pulled harder.

Vicki finally gave in, "Okay, jeez! Italy and Spain insulted Iggy so I got mad!"

Sarah let go and Addi said, "Insulted him? Oh, well, you can kind of expect it. England isn't exactly the most 'perfect' guy around..."

Sarah commented, "That's an understatement: he's ugly. His eyebrows are bigger than his ego, his hair is messy, and his cooking tastes like shit. Is he stupid or just delusional? Who the hell gets kidnapped by the Italy brothers? He lost colonies because he was weak."

Vicki resisted, "Oh, really? It's not like Russia's perfect! He drinks so much vodka, one day I bet he'll drown in the stuff!"

Sarah smirked, "Are you kidding? Isn't that exactly what makes him cool?"

Addi added in, "Well, America is perfect! Sucks for you two, Vicki likes a prick and Sarah's going for an alcoholic!"

Sarah returned, "Two words... fat ASS!"

Vicki offered, "America's obese. He thought soda could weigh down the fries he's always stuffing down his throat!"

Sarah, being the smart-ass she was, said, "America is the country with the highest obesity rate?"

Addi snapped back, "He is so NOT fat! At least he doesn't have, like, seven eyebrows stacked on top of each other!"

Sarah agreed, "England is fuckin' ugly... and god, so annoying!"

Vicki frowned, "Shut up! He's better than that obnoxious American!"

"America isn't obnoxious! He's awesome!"

Sarah responded, "Oh, let me guess? He's your HERO!"

Addi muttered,"No... why don't you stay out of this and enjoy the sun? After all, you are Russia's sunflower."

Addi grinned at Sarah's scowl, feeling proud.

Sarah smirked, "There's nothing about Russia that could possibly be worse than America or England."

Vicki and Addi both yelled, "He's an ALCOHOLIC!"

Sarah answered, "So what? And I wouldn't be talking, Mrs. Eyebrows. You're falling head-over-heels for a rotten brat who doesn't do tough shit!"

"Well, what does Russia do?"

Addi interjected, "Hmph. All he does is kill people, blow things up, and drink bottle after bottle of vodka!"

Sarah replied, "And neither of you find any of that amazing? At least he can feed himself, not even England will eat his own crap!"

Vicki defended, "It doesn't taste that bad! I'd rather eat British crap than McDonald's crap! I bet someone's died consuming that stuff!"

"No one's died! Hey, Bella, why don't you flirt with your ferret-browed freak of a boyfriend?"

"Don't call me that! He doesn't have caterpillar eyebrows! They're only a little bushy!"

Sarah inserted, "They're only a little bushy? I bet he hallucinated that as well, didn't he?!"

"They're not hallucinations! The pixies and unicorns are REAL!"

Addi turned to Sarah, "Great. Our friend's insane. She's been driven mentally insane!"

Vicki protested, "Shut UP, Lois Lane. Your Superman isn't flawless either! He's so loud, no one can even hear themselves think!"

"America isn't loud! You're just jealous that he actually gets attention. Hey, it's not like he's evil and blows people up with explosives!"

Sarah stated, "Bullshit. Russia's not as mean as England as a pirate. He killed people too, didn't he, Vicki? Thousands, tens of thousands."

"N-no! Of course not! Besides, Russia's just cold... Aren't you afraid he'll abuse you, Princess?"

"Don't you dare call me that." Sarah punched Vicki's collarbone harshly. "He won't abuse me, you know why? Because he's likable! No one likes England."

Addi filled in, "He's got no real friends, he always thinks negatively, and he criticizes everyone!"

"Only America and France, because they DESERVE it! America's so ignorant and big-mouthed, all his friends are fake anyway!"

Addi told Vicki off, "You know what? America can drink beer! He can drink liquor, and wine, and champagne, and brandy. But guess who can't?! ENGLAND. Because he's such a terrible drunk, it only takes one shot to make him forget his own religion!"

Sarah snickered and mimicked his British accent, "Am I Catholic... or Protestant~?"

"So he's not used to alcohol, it's not a big deal!"

Vicki pouted, but Addi giggled, "Sarah, you have a better British accent than England! Vicki. Your 'gentleman' isn't a gentleman at all. What kind of gentleman chastises everybody about everything? He picks on people and boasts about himself. He has NO manners, and you call that a gentleman?"

"Your so-called hero isn't what he says he is, either! He's a wimp! What kind of hero is scared of ghosts?! Some hero, more like 'heroine'. What a girl."

Addi replied, "You have no right to call America a girl. At least he and Russia are guys who have something! Let's face it... England's an idiot with nothing! It's microscopic!"

Vicki's face was red: she knew what they were talking about. She hated that topic. "No, it's not!"

"Come on! Yeah, it is! It's like a grain of rice compared to Florida!"

Sarah sneered saying, "Not even, Addi, it's more like a grain of sand."

Addi smiled, "Nah, that's too big! Does it even exist?!"

Both of them laughed while Vicki said, "You guys are just mean."

Addi couldn't speak clearly because of all her laughing, "V-Vicki. You might as well be lesbian! What makes England a dude?"

Sarah chimed in, "It's disgusting."

Vicki shouted, "You don't know anything! You've never seen it, and England isn't like that!"

Addi said, "Yeah, it actually is. It's not even visible on the map. All we're saying is that, basically, England is just your everyday bushy-browed prick."

Sarah faked a surprised look, "We actually agree. It's a miracle. Thank your magic-casting boyfriend for us, would you?"

Vicki burst forward, "Shut up! Go make out with your vodka-drinker! Same goes for you Addi: go and taste his gross, hamburger lips!'

All three were unaware of America, England, and Russia standing in the hall, hearing everything.

America said, "Gross...?"

England was blushing, even Russia's cheeks showed a definite pink.

The girls continued arguing, Sarah and Addi taunting Vicki and once in a while, Addi and Vicki provoking Sarah but failing as Sarah and Vicki insulted Addi on America. It continued repeating in the same order, a continuous cycle.

Russia commented, "This argument isn't going to stop, da?"

America was flushing as he replied, "I dunno... should we say somethin'?"

England said, "I think so. If not, we'll be late to the meeting."

He stepped in, clearing his throat to get their attention.

They all turned around and looked as the other two countries walked in.

The same thought went through all three girls' heads.

"Oh, crap..."

Sorry most of it's about Vicki, but I just went where my imagination took me. I hope none of England, America, or Russia's fans are offended by the argument... it was just some thoughts that came to mind. It was mostly supposed to be funny and dramatic, but sorry to those who don't think so. And thank you for the entertaining reviews, please continue! Sarah, Addi, and I really enjoy reading them. Also, good luck on the art contest!