Chapter 2- France's POV

Around me, Gilbert and Antonio laughed at the Italy twins.

"Fusosososo…!"

"Kesesesesese…!"

Feliciano had dropped his-luckily empty- cup after Gilbert had thought it would be a magnifies idea to come up behind him and scare him out of his wits. Now Romano was giving Feliciano a lecture. In Italian. And without Ludwig, Feliciano's big strong body guard, Romano basically had free range.

"Hey!" Came a yell from the door where the three girls had left to find blankets. Then Jessica, the tallest one, with shorter, bob style brown hair and blue eyes walked over to Feliciano.

"I'm s-sorry." Whined Feliciano, picking up the pieces of his broken cup in his trembling hands as Romano stood there and looked stern. Jessica assured him it was all right, helped him pick up the remaining pieces then headed to the kitchen to throw them out.

"Here." Said Arielle, handing me a load of blankets so big I fell onto Antonio who squeaked a little but clawed his way out from under me. As they left to their room I peeked over the blanket mountain to see them looking back at us, then they quickly looked back ahead of them and disappeared up the tiny stair case of the apartment to their private rooms.

"Ah…" said Gilbert, still standing next to me.

"Yeah…" said Antonio, like Gilbert had just said something someone could agree with. I put my face in the top blanket but continued to stare up the staircase.

The girls intrigued me.

"Viens, Viens." I said to my friends. Gesturing them up the stairs as I chucked the blankets onto Feliciano who was making his own bed on the floor.

"Ve…" he whined as his brother face palmed and we made our way up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, we discovered, two of the three rooms were empty. When we finally crept up on the third room we heard the sounds of the three girls chattering.

We peaked in the gap between the door and the frame. Arielle was sitting up on the foot of the bed, snuggling a stuffed bear to her chest. Jessica was sitting at a desk and Harper was leaning against the desk.

Jessica's POV

I giggled with my friends; we were trying to decide the chance of this happening AGAIN when I felt someone watching us. Lurking in the shadows was the bad touch trio.

I decided to mess with them, hoping my friends would catch on.

"Soo… Who's your guy's favourite country? I mean I just LOVE Spain." I said with mock-fan girl. Spain actually kind of creeped me out.

Harper got halfway through raising an eyebrow at me then understood.

"Prussia, He's so awesome!" she said. Which was also a lie; she'd had a thing for England ever since we'd discovered Hetalia.

I'm the Prussia fangirl, actually.

We turned to Arielle who was red, probably of anger, but it looked like she was just embarrassed. She muttered something inaudible.

"What was that?" said Harper, placing a cupped hand to her ear.

She muttered a bit louder.

"Didn't quite catch that..." I said, almost laughing.

"FRANCE!" she yelled, faces planting into a pillow out of pure embarrassment. Even if he hadn't been at the door, he probably would still have heard it.

France's POV

Gilbert, Antonio and I gapped at the scene. Not only were we staying at the house of three beautiful, innocent young girls, they liked us!

Honhonhon~

Gilbert was the first to react; he pushed open the door and jumped at Harper. Antonio was close behind, _. I scrambled up from my place at the floor and walked into the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, running my hand along Arielle's lower back, rolling her over as I did.

"Bonjour, Mon petite fleur-" I started seductively.

"Get off me!" she screeched, flipping herself the rest of the way and kicking me off the bed.

As I lay with my legs still on the bed I realized my friends had both come up with similar results.

Gilbert had been met with a punch to the face and was now holding a Kleenex to his bleeding nose. Antonio was caught in Jessica's grip with his hands behind his back.

"But I thought…" I said, attempting to sit up but met by Arielle's cheery red hair-and face.

"Well you thought wrong!" She said. "We were just messing with you! You actually believed we liked you? As if." And with that she shoved my feet off the bed, flipping my over so I was basically on my face on the ground.

"Poo..." I complained as the two other girls escorted Antonio and Gilbert out of the room.

"Leve toi." Said Harper, giving me a stern look. I sighed, did as she said and started down the stair with my two friends looking completely struck down.

As I lied in my make shift bed on the floor between Antonio and Gilbert I realized something. I sat up.

"She speaks French." Gilbert rolled over in his bed, almost squashing Gilbird.

"Go to sleep… No one cares…"

The next morning I woke up to something playing in my hair.

"Gilbert, ton oiseau est tres tenat." Gilbert turned over so he was facing me on the floor.

"What…?" I pursed my lips.

"Get Gilbird out of my hair." Gilbird had made a nest in my blonde hair and was chirping happily.

"Oh. Zhat…" Prussia reached up and pried his chicken from my hair. He chirped defiantly. Gilbert rolled his blood red eyes and placed him on his own head. "Happy?" he said.

Gilbird snuggled into the grey hair. "Chirp!"

"Hey, you guys are finally up." Said Antonio from the opposite side of the living room. I sat up and looked around. The Italy twins were still sleeping; Feliciano was holding Romano's hand subconsciously while Spain smiled from his scawting position while he patted Romano's hair.

"He's so cute when he sleeps. But he still looks angry; I think he should work on that." He patted him one last time and stood up.

I rubbed my eyes then noticed Harper and Arielle standing at the top of the stairs. Harpers dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail like it had been the night before in their room and Arielle was wearing a hat, under which her bright red hair was decheleved like she had just rolled out of bed and stuck it on.

"Where's the other?" said Gilbert.

Just then a very tired looking Jessica zombie walked out of the dark.

"Mmm." she said to Arielle.

"Morning, sleeping un-beauty."

Jessica rubbed her eyes. "Where's the others?" she muttered.

"They're in the boys place, remember?" answer Arielle, knocking on her best friends head. They walked down the stairs.

But as she headed down, Jessica didn't notice the Italy twins sleeping between the connecting living room, dining room and kitchen and fell face over torso, landing on the two brothers.

"Gaah!" cried Jessica as her face planted over the two Italians.

"Ve! Eep!" Cried squashed under most of Jessica.

"…! G-get off!" cried Romano, a slight stutter to his voice as the younger girl fell on him. I snickered. No matter how hard he tried, he was still Italian, and no one can resist a younger woman.

Just then someone bust through the door.

"MORNIN' DUDES!" Yelled Alfred, running in the door with Arthur wrapped under his arm, dragging him along.

"You git!" cried Britain. "Stop being so loud! There are probably still people in this building who are trying to sleep!" They continued argue for quite some time, causing Arielle to look thoroughly annoyed at America, by the time Alfred had pulled out the pouty lip everyone else had piled in.

My stomach grumbled.

"Oh, Je suis faim." I said, as everyone stared at me as another sound came from my abdomen.

"We can make breakfast." Said Harper, making her way to the kitchen, and peaking around the corner to look back at us. "How do Pancakes sound?"

"They sound EPIC!" Yelled Alfred as he fist-pumped; causing Arthur to cover his ears and glare at him.

"Oh, I'll help too!" said Jessica, making her way into the kitchen with Arielle and Harper.

"You can help." Said Arielle, like if Jessica cooked by herself something was going to explode.

"I bet she cooks like you, Angleterre." I said to Arthur, giving him a loving smile.

"I cook perfectly fine!" he shrieked, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

"Suuure…" Said the whole room in unison.

"Don't worry, Angleterre." I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "I still love you… even if you can't cook."

"Get off!"

A few minutes of lounging around the living room harper appeared in the door that connected the living room and kitchen, stirring a bowl of batter and keeping an eye on the fruit sauce that was filling the house with sweet smells.

"Italy's." she said, not even looking up from her pancake batter. "Can you toss me a rag from that closet over there?" She pointed in the general direction of a few closets and disappeared back into the kitchen.

Feliciano and Romano turned around and headed towards the closet which was a few feet behind them, after a second or so, Arielle and Jessica appeared near me. As Feliciano opened the closet door both of them yelled at the same time.

"NO! NOT THAT ONE!" But… too late. Before they had time to react a ton of clothes… Full... very familiar outfits, landed on them. Just then Harper appeared in the kitchen door, placing the batter on the counter.

"Yeah… I meant the other one…"

Then, out of pure curiosity, everyone in the room, headed towards the sea of clothes the Italy twins were still drowning in.

"Why… these are our clothes!" said Arthur, pulling a green suit from on top of Feliciano who whined but just sat there in the mess of clothes.

After a moment we were all holding our own clothes, even I was holding my blue jacket, red pants combo I wore to world meetings.

"Uh… Harper, Jessica, Arielle… Why do you have our clothes in your closet?" asked Britain, holding his outfit the length out his body.

Harper, Jessica and Arielle smiled weakly.

"It's called 'Cosplay'" Said Jessica, putting finger quotations around cosplay.

"Oh, Japan told me about that!" piped in Feliciano. "It's like dressing up for Halloween… Except not Halloween…"

"We could show you guys if you want?" said Harper, shrugging.

"Oh, that is a good idea," said Ivan, holding his trench coat out to Harper. "I would like to see you in this, da?"

"Oh, sure." Said Harper, taking the outfit from Russia and grabbing a wig from a large bin in the closet.

"DUDE! This is totally cool! Here you wear mine!" He said, motioning to Arielle with his 51 Jacket and under uniform.

"Uh... NO." said Arielle, lacing her hands on her hips.

Alfred's face fell. "Huh?"

"I'd rather be ANYONE other than you. No way, not happening."

"Oh, just give her Canada's close and she'll be happy," said Harper, tossing Arielle a white polar bear and a wig while snickering. Arielle's face turned a deep crimson colour, matching her hair.

"H-here, Arielle..." said Matthew, handing Arielle his own clothes. He was also very red.

"Thanks Canada." She took the clothes and disappeared up the stairs with Harper to change. Jessica waked over to Gilbert.

"And those are mine!" she said, lifting the clothes out of his hands and scampering to their rooms as well.

"How long does it take to get dressed in cosplay?" Yelled miles up the stairs a few minutes later. His answer was met by a large black boot to the face that came flying down the stairs. "dang it!' he yelled, rubbing his face. "That hurt!"

"It was supposed to!" yelled one of the girls.

A minute or so later, the girls filed down the stairs. Jessica came down first.

Her dark brown hair had been concealed under a shaggy grey wig and she'd replaced her glasses with a pair of red contacts, so that now, she looked like a very well made girl version of Gilbert. One drawback was that she only had a left boot. The right one still on the floor at the bottom of the staircase and its imprint on Miles' face.

She had a cocky smile plastered on her face, only adding to the resemblance.

She walked over to Gilbert and crossed her arms over her chest, putting her wait on one leg and leaning closer to him.

"Awesome? Right? Kesesese- ec." She pressed her hand to her throat, coughing slightly.

"Kesesese~ nice laugh." Teased Gilbert.

"Russia! Get down here!" Called Jessica.

Harper made her way down the stairs with an eerily pleasant look on her face, holding a sink pipe behind her back with a large wool scarf around her neck. Her blonde hair was covered by a short dust coloured wig.

She took a spot next to Russia and smiled again.

"I see you like." Her words came out in a very realistic Russian accent. She closed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. "Yes?"

I leaned over to Arthur.

"I'd become one with her any day, if you know what I mean. How about you?" Britain turned to me with a flustered look on his face.

"Stop being so perverted Francis! S-she's a proper young lady and you shouldn't say such things!"

"You say zhis, yet your ears turn red. Honhonhon~"

"HEY, Birdie," Yelled Jessica over our argument. "Get down here already!"

Arielle peeked around the stair case and headed down snuggling a pure white polar bear to her chest. Her glasses were propped slightly lower than they should have and her cherry red hair had been replaced by a medium length wavy blonde wig that curled around her cheeks. One long curl hung on her right side. Her cheeks, very like Matthew's were flushed.

She took a hesitant stop next to Matthew and her cheeks burned a little brighter along with the real Matthew's who had started turning red when she had first appeared at the top of the stairs.

Matthew's bear looked at Arielle's teddy bear then up at her.

"Who are you?" it asked.

"I-I'm Canada…" She said.

Then, without warning Jessica gasped.

"I just had the awesome idea ever! We should go outside in our cosplay! Yeah, no need to thank me!"

"That sounds like fun." Said Harper, swaying from side to side. Then an idea looked crossed her mind and she leaned over and whispered something to her. Arielle nodded. Harper dashed to the pile of clothes that were still spilling out of the closet, grabbed something then bolted up the stairs.

"Well if were going out why we don't dress in normal-er clothes… I mean stuff the 2012 countries would wear to go out… 'cuz Cosplay isn't the most comfortable thing ever..." Said Arielle, staying true to her character by saying it slowly and quietly.

"Oh! That's a great idea Birdie! Let's go!" she leaped up the stairs with Arielle following