This author's note is ungodly long so feel free to skip it if you want :D

I'm so sorry for the super late update! I was really busy with homework and moping around at how understocked Singapore is with Hetalia goods. Y U NO SELL HETALIA STUFF SINGAPORE?! Sigh, my poor friends went on a whole countrywide search for it just for my birthday present. Coz they know its my current obsession XD. (Even though they themselves don't even know the anime) This is mah shoutout to them~ THANKS FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME GUYS! Well, I tried my hand at some fluff in this chapter :D But I'm not good at writing it so its really little. Like miniscule. If you squint you might be able to catch it :3 (But I love reading fluff~ I mean who dosen't right? Its such teeth rotting goodness~)

CLAIM: I only own my OC. Everything else belongs to well, whoever owns it.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, I was rudely awoken in the wee hours of the morning by a person's certain heavily accented nagging. Might I remind you that this is still my holiday?! Exactly why am I even being treated like this? Why can't I be transported into My Little Pony? (The world. Not the horse itself obviously.) At least it rains chocolate milk there. When I finally get my hands on that black hole operator, I'm going to shove a lit fire cracker up his… Ahem. Anyway.

There I was, reveling in the soft cotton of the bed covers, relishing the soft fluffy cushion stuffing that supported my visage. Only to be jolted awake by a certain German elephant throwing open the door and moving in with the sort of entrance that would put an enraged bull to shame.

"Up! Its time to get up n- HOLY FURHER WHAT IS THAT?!"

"What is it now Germany? I'm even wearing pants this time…" With a groan I lifted my tired head from the pillows and pulled my eyelids open. Only to stare stunned for a moment at the scene before me. Germany was in full battle stance, gun at the ready and pointing at Panda. (I'll just call it that. It's way easier than the-giant-black-and-white-bear-that-just-so-happened-to-appear-in-my-room. See? So much shorter.)

"Get behind me Alice."

"Huh? For what?"

"If you're sitting over there how am I supposed to protect you?!" Germany snapped irritatedly, invoking a blush on my cheeks. Darn him for sounding so… Heroic…

"The bear's not going to kill you Germany. Its just a toy." I muttered turning my face away from him.

"That thing… Is supposed to be some giant stuffed toy? What is it doing here?!" Ahh the shame. The nightmare of all men, to wake up and find out that an item of pure fluffy adorableness has taken residence in his house.

"Japan gave it to me. I think its out of appreciation for my wonderful cooking. Now put away that gun before I call the animal activists."(Seriously does he bring that everywhere? Even in his own house?)

His ice blue eyes widened at my answer. Aren't there just so many startling revelations we're getting this morning? "Japan? For your cooking out of all things? That seems unlikely," Germany stated wearily, sheathing his gun in his back pocket.

"You know, a wise man once told me, one should never keep his gun in the back pocket. You might end up shooting off one of your buttocks by accident."

"… Then I hope it doesn't happen to me. Now get up. We've wasted enough time here already."

~~~TIME SKIPPPPP~~~

"I'm sick and tired of this crap!" I hissed throwing down my broom. I admittedly wasn't in the best of moods. A drastic change from my usually bubbly and witty personality. I blame it on the tiring under-fire incident in the morning and the whole holiday-less situation I was in. Plus the forced labor of course.

Besides, I'm a teenager. Its part of the job requirement to be all bitchy and angsty.

Japan nodded seriously at my outburst. "Haik. Clearing out dung from the stables can be quite tiring."

"No, that's not what I ment…"

"I myself am quite surprised that Doitsu-san keeps horses. I do wonder if he uses them in parades…"

"UGH! Stop being so… so calm dammnit! I'm throwing a tantrum here! Can't you be more… responsive?!"

"M-My apologies Alice-san. Please go ahead and throw the tantrum. I shall try to act appropriately." I felt my eye twitch at his words. His giddying calmness was infuriating. And remenicent of my mom's. Mom. Dad. I wonder what they're doing while I'm here clearing horse poo. Are they looking for me? I've been missing for days now.

I watched the ground, lost in thought. Completely ignoring Japan who had paused in his sweeping to watch me calmly and wait for his cue. "… Do you miss your family Alice-san?"

My head flicked up at his words, eyes set to glare him down. "Obviously I do you… you tea head!"… What? There was just something about Japan that made me family-rate my insults. Besides, he IS a psychic tea head.

"I see. That is… Unfortunate, to say the least. As I doubt you would be able to leave soon…" Japan murmured almost inaudibly. What was that supposed to mean? How long are these idiots planning to keep me?!

"Why don't you try trimming the rosebushes instead?" Japan asked, louder this time, smiling at me like he was doing me a favour. "I can finish up here. Perhaps the fresh air would be good for you, yes?" The sound of a snap. There goes my nerves.

"No. You know what? I don't think I will." I seethed at him stalking out.

Do you even want to know how I ended up in Germany's care afterwards? Its quite a fascinating story. There I was, ambling through the forest surrounding the house, growing irritated at practically anything that moved in there when I was knocked down without much ceremony by a squealing Italy. Because these people don't know the meaning of alone time and personal space.

Apparently, he was on the run from a torturous Germany, who was intent on making him run laps and turn him into some kind of Olympic medalist. Me being well, me, lent a listening ear like how I usually did. That is to say, let him ramble on and on while I try to tune him out and just smile and nod.

So we were standing around doing just that when Germany appeared out of literally nowhere (I bet he has like an Italy radar attached to him.) and dragged Italy back. Dragging the idle me along with him.

At first he was confused. "Aren't you supposed to be cleaning with Japan?"

Then he started to muse. "I suppose you could join us then… Gender should be no barrier. A soldier is a soldier…"

Then he turned on the idiot factor. "You at least know how to shoot a gun right?" At least he says. I'm a sixteen year old school girl! Not some trainee assassin!

So all in all, that's how I ended up running rounds with the rest of them. I tried to force my feet forward but in their jellyfish state from all the unfamiliar exercise, they refused to move any faster than an amble. I was thus forced to watch Germany's retreating back as he continued on at a steady pace. Me and ,surprisingly, Italy brought up the rear. Wasn't he Mr road runner when I first met him? Maybe he's as allergic to exercise as I am. But he looks pretty fit. I on the other hand, am just not cut out for exercise. So why am I not quitting? Like hell am I gonna quit and face Germany's I-knew-it and general stick in the ass expression.

Unsurprisingly, I retreated to the safety of my room pale, sweaty and ever so thankful for the invention of showers and mattresses. Pawing for a new set of clothes in the wardrobe, I was too tired to look up when I heard the door open. Or notice anything else for that matter. However, I did look up when the screaming started. And that's when all hell broke loose.

Turning around quickly and almost falling over, I caught a glimpse of a horrified Italy in the doorway before I felt an arm wrapping itself around my waist. Frozen in shock, I turned my head around slowly, to meat the giant fury head of Panda. Oh my Chucky. [1] Its night of the living dolls.

Contributing a scream of my own, I tried unsuccessfully to squirm away before a paw was clamped over my own mouth, preventing me from screaming. Ignoring Italy's wailing and my weak attempts to throw it off, the panda dragged me over to the window and prepared to jump out. And that's it. You're up to speed.

I saw Japan And Germany run, fully armed, into the room before we dropped out of sight. Absorbing the impact on its fuzzy feet, the panda hoisted me up into his arms bridal style and ran off without missing a beat. I doubt the panda's from Japan now. Come to think about it, I was too preoccupied to even question him about it.

"Haa. That was hard da…" OMG. The Panda just talked. And he has a surprisingly familiar voice. Accented, child-like, Russian… Oh hell naw.

"Russia?" I squeaked, leaning as far as possible away from the panda. I wasn't scared of him of course. Let's just call it, judiciously nervous.

"Da! Its been a while Alice~ But its okay, we can bond again back at my home da? I promise not to let you go anymore~" … Help. Please.

CLIFFHANGERSSS~ Ohohohon, coz I just like it like that :3 Oh and I have a small request to make here if you don't mind. If anyone has any good Italian pick up lines, mind sharing them with me? I'll promise to credit you if I do :D (forshadowing for a later chapter yay~) REVIEW YO!.

[1] Chucky? Ya know, that totally disturbing horror movie that makes me shriek every time I see dolls now?