Chapter 4
The forest had descended into darkness by the time the tents were finally up and everything was unpacked. After many arguments it was decided that Italy would sleep with Romano and Spain, Russia would not be cuddling up to China and Prussia would not be tormenting Austria any further unless he wanted something unpleasant to happen to his five metres. However, Prussia was suffering from a frying pan related concussion at the time so the promise was suspect.
Once a large fire was built in the clearing (aided by Norway and England's magic) everyone sat around cooking, drinking and chatting. America and Sealand stuffed themselves with s'mores; China and France cooked actual meals; Italy, Japan and Greece cuddled the cats; Romano sniped at Germany; Spain, Austria and Hungary reminisced about raising the Italian brothers; Poland swapped fashion tips with Belgium and Seychelles; Lithuania failed to notice Russia sneak up beside him as he chatted with Estonia and Latvia; Liechtenstein and Finland played with Hanatamago; Sweden and Norway conversed with grunts; Iceland and Canada watched Kumajirou quiz a frustrated Mr Puffin on his identity whilst England drank tea until Denmark and Prussia mentioned beer.
Dinner was served and eaten with minimal arguments and only light scolding from a few nations. When even America was too full for another bite, the nations relaxed around the campfire, drinking wine and beer and vodka (except for Sealand who sipped Ribena).
Sealand brought up the subject of telling scary stories but it surprised everyone when America took up the challenge.
"So, a guy and his hot girlfriend were stranded in this way spooky forest and it was wicked dark and deserted so they decided to totally make out because the chick was super hot and horny with Ukra- huge sized boobs and then they heard this creepy noise like someone scratching the car but there was no one around so the dude got out to look but didn't come back and then the babe started to hear a banging on the roof and- aargh this is too scary!" America shouted and dived into England's lap, hiding his pale face in England's shoulder.
A moment of silence followed.
"Is he for real?" Norway asked finally.
Canada glanced at the cowering hero. "Yep."
"Stop wiping your nose on my top," England said as he failed to remove himself from America's tight grip.
"Why did you want to tell a story if you knew it was just going to scare you?" Seychelles asked.
America sniffed. "I thought it wouldn't be so scary if I told it but it was even worse because I knew there was a ghost at the end."
"Idiota," Romano grumbled.
"That story was stupid anyway," Sealand said. "I want a real scary story."
"I know scary story," Russia said as he smiled around the campfire.
Latvia trembled. "I want to go to bed."
"Nyet," Russia said and patted Latvia on the head, pushing the nation back on the ground. "You will listen and like my story."
Italy tugged at Germany. "I'm scared," he whispered.
"We all are," Germany muttered in return.
"My story begins on cold night," Russia said, "with Russian enemy lost in big snowstorm..."
Russia told his tale, his smile stretching wider as he went on, each word bringing his fellow nations huddling together in fear. The Baltics hugged each other tight, Latvia shivering in the middle as he chugged his bottle of vodka in an attempt to black out. Italy and Romano cowered in Germany and Spain's laps respectively, Prussia snuck in between Austria and Hungary whose motherly instincts had taken over as he stroked Prussia's hair and muttered soothing sounds. Even England and France sat with arms wrapped around each other as if it was the end of the world once more.
As Russia described the capture of the Russian enemy in unflinching detail, the fire lowered and cast shadows across his features, stretching the corners of his smile into that of a psychotic clown and darkening the hollow of his eye sockets. All the while, the reflecting orange glow of the flames danced in his eyes. Even Poland found himself backing away.
"And that," Russia finished (his cheery voice so at odds with his horrific tale that it made the story much worse), "is why the man is now happy to be one with Russia. And why he has no skin."
A second silence bloomed in the camp.
"That... was... brilliant!" Sealand sat as he gazed at Russia with wonder. "Tell another."
"No!" the entire camp shouted in chorus.
Sealand grumbled.
Russia smiled down at the 'nation'. "I am glad you like my story. Perhaps tomorrow I tell you of enemy spy discovered in motherland."
"Yeah!" Sealand said.
"Erm, we'll see," Finland muttered and began nudging Sealand to their tent. "But right now it's past your bedtime."
"But I want to stay up late. I'm not even sleepy."
"Listen to your mother," Sweden said.
Finland flushed red but took Sealand into the tent. Switzerland also took the opportunity to escape to his tent so he could work out the cost of the trip and the money he was losing by not being at home.
Latvia dropped his empty bottle of vodka to the ground. "Not enough," he mumbled, his words disjointed with the shaking. "Need more."
"Awesome idea," Prussia said and leapt to his feet. "Where'd you hide the rest of the beer, West?"
Germany handed Prussia a bottle. "Try to limit yourself tonight, bruder. I don't want you throwing up in our tent."
"The awesome me can handle a few drinks, I'm not England."
"Hey!" England shouted. "I can handle my alcohol just fine when I want to."
"Dude, last week you got so wasted you gave Canada a lapdance and made out with wall."
"The horror... the horror," Canada mumbled into Kumajirou's fur as he willed away terrifying memories.
France made a noise. "Why didn't I get a lapdance?"
"You were too busy trying to coax Austria and I into a threesome," Hungary answered.
France leered at the two of them. "Oh honhonhon, now I remember – Austria was playing hard to get."
Austria crossed his arms. "I was not playing hard to get; I was quite clearly rejecting the idea outright."
"I remember Hungary was up for it," France said and threw her a wink.
Austria turned his head but it didn't hide the light dusting of pink on his cheeks.
Hungary smiled and shimmied closer to Austria. "You know I was only playing." She pulled his arms apart and took his hands in hers. "Although if you ever change your mind I wouldn't necessarily say no."
"Screw Mr Stick-Up-His-Ass, why don't you have a threesome with me," Prussia said to Hungary as he threw himself back on the blanket beside her. "Except we lose France."
"Quoi! How could you say such a thing!"
"That would be regular sex," Hungary said, paying no attention to France. She leant forward to Prussia and licked her lips provocatively. "But if you think you can satisfy me all by yourself why don't you take me here and now."
Prussia gulped. "What?"
"Come on Prussia. Take off those clothes and show me what you're made of."
"Yeah Prussia. Whip out that awesome five metres you're always totally bragging about," Poland said. He rolled onto his stomach and kicked his legs back and forth as he grinned at Prussia.
"Da, I would like to see that," Russia said.
Belgium clapped her hands together. "Ooh, yes. Put on a good show for us all."
"Angleterre can give you pointers if you are shy."
England slapped the back of France's head. "Shut up, git."
America laughed. "Dude, he's way too sober to start stripping. We should get some vodka shots in him first."
"Screw you!"
America ignored him and jumped over to the Baltics to snag the vodka bottle from Latvia's unconscious body. Behind him France made a joke about screwing and in the next moment he and England were fighting, toppling over Canada whose quiet pleas for them to stop went unheard.
"The offer's still on the table," Hungary said to Prussia. "But only if you strip in the next minute."
"Off, off, off," Poland chanted and was quickly joined by half the nations, including Italy before Romano covered his mouth.
Prussia shook his head and cowered behind Germany.
"Aww," Poland muttered, "I wanted to see a show." He glanced to England throwing back a shot of vodka as he and France took a moment of respite. "Is England drunk enough yet?"
"I am not putting on a fucking show," England shouted as he drained another shot.
"Try again after three more," France said before England tackled him in a curse filled roar.
"I'll do it!" Denmark shouted and stood up.
Iceland and Norway shared a look whilst Sweden glanced to the tent and debated following Finland.
"Hit the music, four-eyes," Denmark yelled and pointed at Austria.
"With what?" Austria asked. "Do you think I have my piano packed away somewhere?"
"I have my guitar," Spain offered.
Romano glared at Denmark. "Don't encourage him."
"But it's fun, sí?"
"It's stupid."
"But being naked is lots of fun!" Italy said and jumped to his feet. "I like taking off my clothes, right Germany?"
"What? Why are you asking that bastard?" Romano turned his glare on Germany. "Why is he asking you?"
Germany shook his head as Italy wrapped his arms around his neck. "I always take off my clothes around Germany."
Romano flushed furiously as his glare towards Germany deepened.
"I didn't realise you two had such a free relationship," Spain mused as he found his guitar.
"We're not- we don't-" Germany spluttered. He extracted himself from Italy's grip. "Italy just likes getting naked, right Japan?"
Japan looked up from his camera. "Germany-san is correct; Italy-san enjoys taking off his clothes, even when decorum and modesty should prevail. And especially at inopportune times."
Greece stroked one of the cats crawling over him. "Maybe we should all get naked? I'll help Japan." He reached over and tugged lazily at Japan's shirt, eliciting a squeak.
"Oui," France said and flung off his top. "Let's all get naked!"
"Yay," Italy said and began tugging at his shorts before Romano tackled him to the ground and Spain made a sad noise.
"But I, like, wanted a sexy show," Poland said.
"I said I'd do it," Denmark said. He finished his beer in one gulp and dropped the bottle into a growing pile.
"Me too!" England shouted and stood up on swaying feet.
Hungary nodded eagerly. "Good, good, although I feel like we need a third volunteer."
Poland tugged at Lithuania. "Go on, Liet. Strut your totally sexy self."
Lithuania blushed. "What? No, I'm not getting naked!"
"Why not?" Russia asked. "You have good body."
"Stay away from my Liet," Poland shouted at Russia as he gripped Lithuania's arms. He glanced up and down Lithuania. "He is, like, right though."
"Why doesn't China dance for me," Russia said, beaming at his neighbour.
China folded his arms. "I'm not dancing for anyone, aru. Although I would like to see someone make a fool out of themselves."
"Exactly," England said. "Let's get on with it."
"Sí," Spain said and began strumming a melody on his guitar.
England immediately began swinging his hips from side to side as Denmark struck poses. Japan and Hungary snapped photos as the nations cheered and shouted variations of 'take it off', 'strip' and 'let's see that sweet ass'. As Denmark chucked his shoes into the distance and England sensually struggled with the unfastening of his belt buckle, France jumped into the mix to pour wine over England and feel up Denmark, Italy tried to join in before Romano rugby tackled him to the ground, and Prussia – having gained alcohol related confidence – stumbled sexily into the group where he tripped over the fire and fell head first into Canada's crotch. Many pictures were snapped, Canada was newly traumatised and Prussia became more acquainted with Canada's vital regions than he had ever hoped.
Finland, who returned from putting Sealand to bed, drank quickly to catch up and was soon flaunting himself before the group. Sweden averted his eyes, though he couldn't disguise the colour on his cheeks, whilst Iceland dreamt of all the things he could be doing if he hadn't come camping and Norway showed his refusal to dance with Denmark with a swift punch to the gut.
Belgium encouraged the men by sticking notes in underwear though both Liechtenstein and Seychelles were too embarrassed to join. Both girls had covered their eyes, choosing to peek through parted fingers as they watched the male nations lose all sense of modesty.
All in all, everyone was pretty wasted and half naked (some much more naked than others in England, France and Italy's cases) when a gunshot rang out and broke the fun up. Switzerland strode forwards and covered Liechtenstein's eyes with one hand as he pointed his gun at the nations.
"How dare you corrupt my little Liechtenstein," he accused them all with a growl.
"They were just having some fun, Switzy," Liechtenstein said quickly before he decided to shoot anyone.
"They were corrupting my little sister."
"Relax," Hungary said with a giddy wave. "Liechtenstein's not a child anymore."
"Because you keep corrupting her with yaoi!"
"What's yaoi?" America asked.
"It's the term for boys love," Japan said, "as in stories that focus on homosexual relationships. They are very popular in my country."
"And with girls who want to see their favourite anime guys get it on in lots of kinky ways," Hungary said with a dreamy smile. "Oh so many ways."
"And I told you to stop giving them to my sister."
"Don't be such a spoil sport. Liechtenstein loves them."
Switzerland made a strangled noise.
"They sound sexy," France said as he snuck an arm around Italy's waist. "Can I borrow some?"
"Of course," Hungary said rubbing her hands together in glee, happy for the opportunity to convert another nation. "Just let me know your particular fetishes."
"That's it!" Switzerland said. "Party's over. You're going to bed Liechtenstein."
Liechtenstein mumbled a good night before she disappeared into her tent and Switzerland cocked his gun.
The moment of silence ended with England passing out and hitting the ground with a thud. Hungary titled her camera and caught England at a rather unflattering angle.
Off to the side, Estonia finished his writing up his blog entry, ready for update the following day if he could get his hands on Hungary and Japan's pictures and find a decent Wi-Fi spot.
Sorry for the long delay between chapters but at least I finally finished it. I had planned to get onto the next day in this chapter but then I sort of went off on a tangent with the guys stripping so the next chapter will begin with the next day. Also, regarding Prussia in this chapter, my headcanon is that he's shy about sex and nudity when called out on it (what with his Teutonic Knights heritage) but get a few beers in him and he's stripping off with the best of them. Also I added a little PruCan because I'm a fan even if they're not an intended couple in this fic.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and thanks again for all the favourites, follows and reviews!