Hehe, I apologize for the crackishness of this chapter. Well, I want to, but I can't.

This chapter is based on the Avril Lavigne song, Girlfriend.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia.

Cause She's Like, So Whatever

The Mediterranean Sea was as glistening as ever in the afternoon sunlight, its deep blue water emitting a radiant light of its own. Of course he would bring her here for their date.

Not that Helen was spying; no, of course not. She was certainly above stalking Romulus and Amunet on their date; she had just happened to be here, wandering the shore of their shared sea, when she spotted the happy couple.

And boy, were they ever the most sickening happy couple. Didn't they realize it was far too hot out to be cuddling so close? How could they stand sharing so much body heat?!

Helen sighed, slumping into the sand and staring up at the sky, avoiding looking right at the sun but otherwise not doing much else. She always did this to herself; what was she, some sort of masochist?

Still, there was the voice in the back of Helen's voice that reminded her she was not so wrong in her affections for Rome; after all, it seems that they were not as unrequited as he would like Amunet to believe. Like the time she had gone out for fish and returned with her clothes clinging to her body, only to feel his lecherous eyes run along her figure. Or the time she'd been chasing him out of the village for trying to spy on her in the baths, only to have him turn around and compliment her messy hair and flushed face when she was too tired to keep going. Or the time when she'd found a bouquet of wild flowers on her doorstep, left anonymously except for the fact that she saw him standing not too far off, attempting to disguise himself with a fake moustache that looked completely ridiculous.

…Okay, so it was terribly obvious that Romulus was head over heels for her. That didn't explain why he was sitting several meters away, sucking face with Amunet. Sure, she was a foreigner with exotic features and a sweet temperament. And yes, she was beautiful and gorgeous and mysterious and all that stuff men went crazy for, but if Romulus was going to be so obvious in his affections for her he should stop wasting his time with her.

Resolving that she was going to remedy this, Helen sat up again and shook the sand out of her hand and clothing. Adjusting her curls back into a messy bun, she strode across the beach confidently, and sat down beside the happy couple, a warm smile on her face.

"Hello Amunet, Romulus."

"Hello." Amunet replied coolly, her hold on Romulus' bicep tightening.

"Helen!" Romulus greeted excitedly, completely oblivious to the war the two women were having with their stares. Helen gave him the same warm smile, and Amunet's eyebrows furrowed dangerously.

"How are you two doing?"

"We're doing just fine." Helen clearly heard the hints of malice in Amunet's tone, even though Romulus was completely unaware. Geez, the man was thick. Oh well, at least he was also romantic and affectionate.

Besides, Helen decided, if he won't figure out my intentions on his own, I'll just have to give him a hint.

And with that thought, Helen grabbed Romulus to her and kissed him soundly on the lips.

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Two days later, Helen and Romulus were spotted on the shore of the Mediterranean Sea together, and angry Amunet watching from afar.

End.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter; I know I enjoyed this prompt.

Next Up: The Medtrio (modern) spends some much needed quality time together.

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