Warnings: A few swears. And that should be it?

Disclaimer: Hetalia or any of the characters belong to me.

For someone who's lived in the mainland all of their life, I sure hate it with a burning passion. More than I do for German tourist. I think my grandpa got sick of them too, at least this season he did, because we're heading off to the beach.

My brother was bouncing the car seat right off as we drove out of the hills and onto the flat land. Miles and miles of farm land, it was sick and boring I had asked if I could drive a few times. (Each time getting the same answer, a big fat no. Fucker.) But I didn't play with my DS like Feliciano. I wasn't in the mood for that, so I took out my recent book and started to read.

The first thing we do when we each our destination, not even stopping to the hotel to check in, but to stop at the beach. I'm pretty sure Feliciano was out before the car even stopped. But the car nor did grandpa was able to stop him, so I had to run after him, after grandpa yelled at me.

As soon as I reached him, he instantly tried to push me into the water. Luckily he's a weakling, so pull him back and pushed him into the water. I laughed as I watched him stand up but being soaked.

He cried out and whined, but he wasn't going to let me feel bad. Until Grandpa came by and yelled at the both of us.

The next day we relaxed on the beach. It was well past noon so the sun was high in the sky beating rays down at us. Feliciano has been in the water for hours, not including lunch break, and out though he's missed his normal nap hours, he'll be out like a light when we get back at the hotel.

He called out to me but I ignored him. I was relaxing just fine at the shore. The waves would come up halfway to my legs when I sat down. And as the waves washed up, little fish swam around my legs, finding food. But they swam back away as the wave crashed back into the sea.

For a brief moment I got a though to drag myself closer to the sea. So I crawled over and say back down, with the waves coming up to my hips. Not a problem. I wasn't in the mood today to get my head wet.

But the waves disagreed with my wants today.

A huge wave, suddenly, overcame me and knocked me into the sea. I shot up onto my knees and breathed deeply. I cursed the sea and pulled my hair back. My eyes are irritated from the salt in the ocean. It was bad enough my throat hurt too, but my eyes as well! Damn it! I rubbed my eyes for a few moments and tried to open them. They hurt too much to open. But I tried and tried and they just wouldn't.

Then I sat there still. Swaying from the waves coming in and out. Was I dreaming? Having those recurring nightmares? For a moment I cried out. Grandpa shouted back to suck it up.

If he heard me then I was awake and this was real. I panicked for a moment. I was about to stand up but I got the feeling with my eye sight bad it would be bad to walk around. I went back to where the water reached my legs and sat there. My eyes closed and I took deep breaths.

This was real, not a dream. I tried to open my eyes, but they barely worked. Opening only slightly but my eye lashes were in the way. I sighed and tried to keep them open as long as I could before they began to sting.

I laid down on the sand with my eyes closed and felt the warm sun beat down on me. I heard the sounds of the wave's crash in the distance and my silly brother yelling at himself. As panicked as I was. It felt nice to just relax like this.

A / N I know this pointless, and so was the last story. But this part is for more like, if you've never had hose dreams but you've been to the ocean it's almost the same. More physical pain though. But this did had to me as well.

So if you've never had horrible dreams like this but gotten salt water in your eyes, its the same. If you've never been to the ocean just toss some salt in your eyes. Not really. Please don't.

With lots of love, I'm out now.