Author's Note: Hey Y'all! I'm actually updating for once! *LE GASP*
Disclaimer (Dark Side of the Moon): If I owned Hetalia, I'd make Japan and France be best friends. (When you think about it, they're equally perverted...)
"TAKE THAT BACK!" America yelled, jabbing his finger at England.
"I will not take back the truth you bloody wanker!"
"Ohonhon… Lovers' quarrel?"
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, FROG!"
Japan rubbed his temples. The latest argument between America, England and, now, France was giving him a major headache. "Why didn't I pack aspirin? I really should've seen this coming… Maybe Germany-san has some…"
Unfortunately for him, the argument only got louder. He looked over to where Germany was sitting, expecting him to blow a fuse any second now. "Ah… It would appear that Germany-san is preoccupied with Italy-kun." The friendly Italian was begging Germany for something- probably pasta or gelato. It always amused Japan how the German had a soft spot for the clueless Italian.
He suddenly was taken out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw that Russia was smiling at him.
"Is all of the arguing bothering you?" The Russian kindly asked.
"Ah, only slightly… You wouldn't happen to have some aspirin, would you?"
"Nope," Russia smiled, "but I have an idea on how to get them to stop."
Japan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really?"
The northern nation grinned conspiratorially, "Da, but I'll need your help."
"N-nani?" Kiku squeaked as he was pulled into a hug. "What are y-you doing? My personal space…"
Within seconds the entire room fell silent.
"JAPAN!" South Korea screamed from across the room, "Your breasts are mine alone!"
"Why must you put it that way?" China sighed, whacking Im Yong Soo's head lightly.
All the while, Japan was having a panic attack. Even if they hugged at Russia's house, he still wasn't used to being hugged… in public. "ACH! This is improper! China-san was right- Westerners are inappropriate!"
"Japan? Is something wrong?" Russia asked him, not realizing that he was the cause of his squirming.
"LET GO OF ME!" He finally managed to twist himself out of the Russian's arms. Kiku dashed to the other side of the room. "… Do you know how awkward that was for me?" He was shaking. "I can't believe I'm about to say this…"
"YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS!" Kiku bellowed at the Russian. For such a small man, he had quite the set of lungs- something that surprised most of the nations in the room.
"Ve~ Germany! It's just like that one time I hugged Nihon!" Italy said loudly, not reading the atmosphere. "I almost had to marry him!"
"WHAT?" Three voices rang out across the room. One of the voices belonged to Germany, who Italy was originally talking to. The other two voices belonged to Greece and Turkey. The duo was fighting until they saw Russia hugging their friend, rendering them speechless.
"What… do you mean… Italy?" Greece asked.
"Ve~ One day, I was over at Japan's house and gave him a hug. He started having a panic attack about it 'being his first time' and said that I had to take responsibility." Italy waved his arms around like noodles for emphasis, "The next thing I knew, Nihon was in house-wife attire!"
"You mean, if you hug Jappy… you have to marry him?" Turkey said, "You have got to be joking…" Turkey looked up, his eyes flashing, "WAIT A SECOND- DOES THAT MEAN RUSSIA HAS TO MARRY JAPAN NOW?"
"THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THAT I'D LET THAT COMMIE MARRY MY FRIEND!" America yelled, finally finding his voice.
Immediately after America's comment, the whole meeting room went up in chaos. Everyone was shouting and arguing, making Kiku's headache infinitely worse. "… I never once said anything about marriage." Japan grumbled irately, "I only meant that he'd have to learn not to do that again."
Picking up his things, Kiku prepared to leave the meeting, bitterly thinking about how nothing was going to get done and how he was going to get some aspirin at a local pharmacy. Finally, all of his papers and pens put safely in his briefcase, Japan turned and left the room. No one noticed him leave- or so he thought.
"Canadia!" America whined, "Why is Japan hanging out with the commie?"
"I'm Canada…" Matthew sighed. "Besides, I've tried warning you about them for the last week…"
"YOU KNEW!?" Alfred pointed a finger at his twin accusingly.
"YES. Well, not about them being friends… But I saw Russia kidnap Japan after the last meeting." Seeing his brother's anger, he added, "I tried telling you, but every single time you didn't pay attention."
"THE COMMIE KIDNAPPED HIM?!"
"And now he's screaming… Great." Canada sighed. Again. "Like I said, you wouldn't listen."
"That means I have to save him! Because I'm the HERO!" America yelled the last word, dragging poor Canada with him.
"Aiyah… I hope Japan's okay… Aru," China continued to walk- his destination: Japan's house. "I know that I'm the one that got them to hang out, but still. I never thought that they would get so close, aru.
"I really hope that Italy was joking about the marriage… otherwise…" China shook his head, "I don't even want to think about that right now."
Yao looked up from the sidewalk; he finally made it to Kiku's home. Knocking on the door, he heard a few thuds and a loud crash. Yao did the only thing he could do: break the door down and run to the source of the noise.
"KIKU, ARE YOU ALRIGHT, ARU?" He yelled, getting ready to attack anything or anyone hurting his brother. What he saw almost made him faint. Russia and America were standing at opposite sides of the table, turned to face him while another guy, whose name he couldn't remember, was bent over his brother's limp body, lying right next to a broken tea pot and some overturned cups.
"Looks like he didn't see me in time," the America-look-alike muttered sadly. "Am I really that hard to see?"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY LITTLE BROTHER, ARU?!"
And... Cliff hanger. Duh-Duh-DUN! (I had way too much fun writing this chapter...)
R&R
~Dark Side of the Moon
