A/N: Imagine for the purpose of this that Spain and Romano aren't brothers, and France is related to the Italy brothers by being their cousin :3

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia. If I did, pasta would rule the world.

H is for Heat

It was a bustling afternoon in late July, and two tourists emerged from the doors of the Milano Malpensa airport, fresh off the flight from Budapest. The woman, a brunette Hungarian woman in white shorts and a army green tank top, stood scanning the nearby frenzy of Taxi's and Busses for her partner's blonde brother. Said partner, an albino German, was dressed rather inappropriately for the heat, sporting dark navy skinny jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Lizzzzzzzzz" he whined as she stood on her tip toes looking around. "Lizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"What?" she turned to him.
"Its boiiiiliiiiinnnnnggggg" he lengthened the word and tried to give her puppy eyes, but she couldn't see through his dark glasses.
"Well; im not the one wearing all black.".
"Lizzzzzzzzzzzz"
"What?",
"You know I can't wear shorts or stuff that show too much skin-"
"I didn't know you were a girl, Gil." She snickered, but knew full well that her boyfriend's snowy skin would frazzle in the Italian sun. He's spent half an hour that morning smearing sun screen all over himself – but only after Elizabeta has reminded him.
"Why are we even here?" he frowned as they scanned the crowds for Ludwig.
"Because Lovi and Toni are getting married, you know that."
"Seriously, why couldn't they have a good old German celebration? With Beer!"
"Because they're not German" She frowned. "Any way, I'm sure you'd rather be in Italy than in Spain, as Spain is further away from Gilbird."
"Whad'ya mean?"
"Because he's left at ho-" she paused as Gilbert dug around in the front of his pants, in full view of everyone around and pulled out a little yellow chick that new grew.
"Bruder, that's not right…" a heavily German voice behind Liz spoke up, and the two turned to see Ludwig standing behind them.
"BRUDER!" Gilbert ran towards him to hug him, but Ludwig stuck out a hand and restrained him. Although he was the younger of the two, he was clearly the much more muscled and stronger of the two.
"Nein, not until you wash your hands…" he looked over at Eliza. "Hallo, Elizabeta."
"Hello Ludwig." She smiled back, noting he was also wearing a black shirt like his brother. However he was wearing a pair of knee length khaki pants. He also had on a pair of combat boots.
"I have a cab not too far away, Feli's waiting there for us."
"Why didn't he come and meet us?" Gilbert frowned.
"What? I'm taller so I would've seen you two sooner. Why should he have some?"
"Because German tourists are scary to Italians."
"Ja, that's true…."
"German's aren't that scary to Hungarians…" Eliza murmered as they walked across to the Cab.
"That's because Hungarian's and German's are lovers!~" Gilbert smirked. She whacked him with her suitcase.
"Where's the frying pan?" Ludwig asked as he took the suitcase from her. They were nearly there, but he decided instead of leaving her to take it and maul his brother, he'd look like a gentleman. England could eat his heart out.
"In the suitcase." His brother moaned as he rubbed his forehead. "I'm hooooooooooooooottttttt" he whined as they got into the cab.

"ITS HOT ITS HOT ITS HOT ITS HOT ITS HOT GAH LIZ ITS HOT!"
Eliza, Ludwig, Antonio, Feli and Lovi were all sitting at the table in the sitting room working on last minute things. Gilbert had offered to help get Francis' things from the cab with him, as he had ordered a cab from the airport to the Italy's house. He ran through the door and dumped the case he was carrying on the floor in front of him and looked at them all, a deep brown tan spreading across his face.
"You were outside for two minutes, mi amigo." Antonio gasped.
"Ha, the potato bastard looks like Sadik." Lovino smirked.
"Gilbert…. Wha….?" Ludwig blinked.
"I HAVE A FREAKING TAN AND I'M AN ALBINO! IM PRETTY SURE THIS MEANS IM GONNA DIE!" he threw himself onto his girlfriend's lap, fake crying into her shoulder.
"How did this even happen?" she asked him. He shrugged.
"Hey, if I'm going to die, can we go do it? I'm pretty hot right now~"
What Gilbert miscalculated was that the frying pan was in front of her on the table.
What Francis miscalculated was he chose that exact moment to walk through the door, holding a can of instant fake tan.

The night of the wedding reception, all the guests in the hall either laughing, dancing or drinking, and all the guests were having a really good time. The food was excellent, although Arthur said they'd have better food at his place (Francis facepalmed then) and Feliciano said that it was the most beautiful wedding ever (Ludwig sighed then, knowing he had to set the bar high for their wedding in three months' time). Francis Eliza and Gilbert were sat at the bar, drinking their preferred alcoholic beverages.
"It was truly beautiful, was it not?" Francis mused as he swilled his wine around the glass.
"Ja." Gilbert nodded, downing his beer before ordering yet another. The three sat there for a while, with Gilbert back to his normal demon-pale self, and both men recovered from their concussions.
"Mi amigoooos." Antonio sauntered towards them, smiling and waving and drunk.
"Hey Toni." They chorused, and he took a seat before ordering a glass of wine.
"Shouldn't you be with your 'wife' now?"
"Nope, mi little tomato is dancing with his brother so I thought I would come and see my friends." He took a long sip of his wine before looking up. "Isn't it funny how we're all going to be related to each other somehow at some point soon?"
"Whatd'ya mean?" Liz turned to him.
"Well, Francis here is Lovino and Feliciano's cousin, si?"
"Ja…." Gilbert frowned, glaring at Antonio.
"And Feliciano and Ludwig are getting married in the fall?"
"Oui?"
"And then Gilbert and *hic* Eliza are going to be married at some point."
"WHAT?" Elizabeta's eyes were wide.
"You did not just do that. I hope you did not just do that." Francis glared at Antonio. Gilbert was doing the same and Eliza just glared at them all.
"What?" she repeated, calmer.
"N-nothing Liz, don't worry."
"Right, ok…" she looked back down to her beer and sipped it. It felt too cold and too dry as it went down and she found herself spluttering as it came back up.
"You did not do that." Francis repeated to Antonio, and the Spaniard just stood and wandered of, calling for his new wife/husband to join him on the dance floor. "I'm going to make sure he um, sobers up." The Frenchman added before hopping away from the awkward situation between them.
"Liz?"
"Ja?"
"Wanna go outside?"
"Sure."
They ended up sitting on the balcony, their legs dangling between the rails like they used to when they were children.
"Liz?"
"Ja?"
"What about it?"
"Huh?"
"What about it?" he pulled out a ring from his pocket and passed it to her. "I was going to propose in a week when we were at Francis' house, but now's fine I guess." She held the ring in her hand for a moment before sliding it onto her ring finger, the setting sun giving the perfect back drop.
"Ja."
He leant over and kissed her on the cheek, before pulling away.
"Ich Liebe Dich."
They sat in silence for a little while.
"Hey Eliza?"
"Ja?"
"I'm still pretty hot~"