Disclaimor: I do not own Hetalia.
"I said Diet Pepsi, you twat, not Diet Coke!" growled Arthur. The waitress in front of him blushed a deep red, twisted her hands together, and gave an apologetic look. Her hair stuck up to all sides, but aside from that she was a young, cute thing about the age of nineteen. Earlier she mentioned something about this being her first day of work. That was no excuse. His father was paying a lot of money for Arthur to eat here and he deserved quality service.
"I'm sorry, sir," the waitress apologized yet again. She reached for the glass, but Arthur slapped her hand away and stood up.
"Yes, well, I believe I'm going elsewhere. No need to eat were the waiters are absolutely daft. Be bloody careful next time, berk, or you might just lose your new job," spat Arthur as he stormed out. The waitress burst into tears on the spot, causing a plethora of whispers to follow Arthur on his way out the door.
Somehow, he ended up poolside instead, with a drink in one hand and a magazine in the other. The pool was relatively lonely. Arthur found this preferable, seeing as it would deter any children from splashing him as well as any adults from staring at him since he was a man of twenty- one reading a copy of Teen Vogue.
Right as he was skimming over an article about Elle Fanning's style, something along the lines of "peaches-and-cream palettes and tulle for moodier shades," a gaggle of children came screaming past. Arthur counted; eleven. There were eleven of the lice-housing, communicable disease ridden brats plunging into the water. Their ages ranged from about four to twelve, and they matched in their dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. The youngest of the girls wore one pieces that were slightly tinted brown, probably from swimming in lakes, and the older girls wore bikinis even though their stomachs stuck out unattractively. The boys wore ratty swim trunks with the ends fraying, and designed with cartoon characters earlier than their time, showing they were obviously hand-me-downs.
It was revolting.
Giving an irritated sigh, Arthur dropped his magazine and stormed off.
"Okay, so Mom and Dad are settled in the kid's suite. Have you guys decided yet?" piped Alfred as he entered the ring of luggage. Across from him stood Matti, Antonio, and Elizabeta. The girl bounced a baby on her hip, trying to keep Feli from bursting into another screaming fit like he had in the limo ride to the resort. Alfred's friends looked as tired as he felt.
"Matti and I are rooming, but we don't care which suite you and Elizabeta want," said Antonio. Alfred smiled.
"Alright! So what do you say, Eliza, how's the ocean view room sound?" piped Alfred. Elizabeta ran her free hand through her chestnut brown hair, ignoring the baby that was tugging at the neckline of her checkered shirt.
"Anything to get Feli to bed," she replied. The group split up carrying their luggage behind them, leaving only Eliza's bags for Alfred, the constant gentleman, to retrieve after he brought his own in. After making the round trip for the luggage, Alfred swiped the keycard and held open the door for his friend.
"Shit man," breathed Alfred as he entered behind Elizabeta. The teenage girl paid no heed to the declaration, only shushed Feli as he began to whimper, and brazenly strode into the room like it was nothing. Alfred leaned against the doorframe, admiring the beautiful room before him.
In the center of the room was a king sized bed with a snow colored bedspread, decorated with a wide pillow embroidered with a green birds. Beside it was the bedside table, a mahogany piece rounded at the edges on which stood a white and gold lamp. Beside that was a little dried flower arrangement. It was one of the many sources that added to the room's fresh and sweet smell. The walls were painted a calming caramel and the two modern-art paintings blended quite nicely. The back wall opened onto the veranda overlooking the white-sand beach below, and a light ocean breeze swept through the room like a maiden's skirts against the floor. It blew back the sheer curtains, but didn't even ruffle the light-blocking second set of curtains which Elizabeta discovered were controlled by a remote control. She pressed a button on remote and plunged the room into darkness. Muttering a quick "sorry darling," to either Alfred or Feli, she fumbled to find the button again and succeeded. The light spilled into the room. It danced off the polished floor and illuminated the burnt orange carpet below. Alfred watched as Elizabeta shuffled over the carpet with a bottle and returned to her baby, who was seated on the sunset-shaded futon sucking on his mother's flower-lei. Shutting the door softly behind him, Alfred entered the room and seated himself at the round table in the corner. Atop it sat a chess set, which was quite useless seeing as neither Alfred nor Eliza knew how to play chess. From there, Alfred watched his friend proceed in flutter about the room, taking a binky into the bathroom area, which was divided away from the sleeping part of the room near the entrance. Marble countertops, a shower, and an old-fashioned bathtub surrounded the flustered teen girl, who didn't even notice Alfred watching her fondly as she dried the binky off with one of their complementary bathrobes.
"Nice place, don'tcha think?" asked Alfred as Eliza popped the binky into Feli's mouth. She propped the baby up on her hip and started pacing the room.
"Yeah," she muttered distractedly. She watched Feli with tired eyes, waiting for the moment his eyelids would flutter shut.
"You know," said Alfred as his female companion wandered towards the crib near the east wall in hopes that her baby would tire at the sight "There's a spa."
She perked up.
"Really?"
"Matti… Matti… wake up."
There was a poking sensation on Matthew's arm, accompanied by repeated waking commands from a certain eighteen- year- old's voice. One that, minus the slight Southern drawl, was creepily similar to Matti's, considering they were twins and all.
But even that didn't stop him from hitting Alfred upside the head with a pillow.
"Ow! What the heck bro?"
"Are you kidding me? I just fell asleep!" said Matti in his scariest I-just-woke-up voice. This had the effect of a kitten trying to attack Alfred's leg, leading the obnoxious boy to look around the room with wide eyes.
"Nice room dude," he said. Matti sighed and fell back onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow.
"What do you want?" he whispered. Alfred, of course, didn't hear him. Instead he pulled something out from underneath Matti, causing the sleepy twin to grunt quietly as he hit the mattress. Slipping on his glasses from the bedside table, Matti saw Alfred standing above him holding a stuffed polar bear in the air.
"Dude," Alfred laughed, waving the matted thing back and forth. It's fur was permanently stained with brown splotches and it was missing one little bead eye.
"You still sleep with this thing?"
"He's not a thing, he's named Kuma!"
"Dude!"
"Give it back," Matti whimpered. It came out sounding more pathetic than mad, so Alfred swung the stuffed toy one more time before letting it drop on his brother. Matti pushed himself so he was sitting upright and set the stuffed bear on his lap.
"So what do you want?" asked Matti now that Kuma was safely in his hands again.
"I'll pay you for this you know," said Alfred. Matti rolled his eyes.
"If that's the disclaimor, I don't think-"
"Could you please baby sit Feli? Just for a little while? Mom and Dad are taking the kids to the water park, and they won't take care of Eliza's baby while we go out. They say eleven kids are enough," explained Alfred with a roll of his eyes. Before Matthew could open his mouth to protest, Alfred put on his best puppy-dog face and got down on his knees.
"Pleeease," he whined. A moment of silence passed, a "no" sitting pretty on Matti's tongue, but he just couldn't get the word out with the look Alfred gave him. Sighing, Matti fell through like a deck of cards and yanked the covers off him.
"Thanks bro!" exclaimed Alfred, tackle hugging him. After a struggle, Matthew managed to push his brother off, and stood with Jell-O legs still tired with jet-lag. He reluctantly followed Alfred out the door like a dog on a leash.
"And where, may I ask, are you going?" asked Matti. They reached the door of Alfred and Eliza's hotel room, and while he slid the keycard through the slot Alfred gave a sheepish grin.
"The bar," he said quickly.
"Alfred!"
A/N- Thanks for reading! I'll be updating Virus next. Please review!