A/N: I'm wondering if I should up the rating...

Chapter 6

After the initial shock of Canada's shooting had passed, the nations drifted away – China in a huff after failing to sell his 'secret' medicine – leaving only a guilty America hovering by his side. France had stayed the longest, fawning over Canada and squeezing the breath out of him in too tight hugs until America pointed out the blood in his hair and France had fled howling over his 'precious, beautiful, golden hair'.

Now they sat side by side in awkward silence, America wishing he could diffuse the tension and Canada wishing he had stepped out of the way when Sealand had lifted the shotgun.

"Um..." America began before faltering. He half wanted to apologise but he'd said sorry a bazillion times already even though his country's lawyers always advised that uttering such a word was an acknowledgement of guilt and the last thing he needed was Canada to sue him; he would never get over the embarrassment and his boss would be so pissed. Plus he bet Sealand wouldn't be taken to court even though it was ninety percent his fault.

So instead he decided to emphasise his own heroicness. "You know I carried you all the way back to the camp," America said with a puffed out chest. "And I ran all the way."

"Er, thank you..?" Canada said, a confused expression on his face.

Another stretch of silence followed. America glanced over his shoulder and watched the nations. He caught England's eye and was given a glare. America spun back around feeling like a child put in a time-out.

"Everyone hates me," America mumbled.

Canada looked over at him, feeling sorry for America even though he was the one still bleeding. "They don't hate you. They just think you're an idiot." Which he was but Canada didn't hold it against him.

"But they always think I'm an idiot!"

"I guess today they think you're more of an idiot than usual."

America ground his heel into the grass. "But I'm not you know, I mean I am, but I'm also not." He frowned. "That sounded dumb."

Canada offered a weak smile. "No, I understand. You're not unintelligent, it's just your ideas are, um, creative and you say whatever pops into your head before you think it through but it doesn't make you stupid. Maybe thoughtless, but not dumb." Well, maybe a little dumb but America was suffering a crisis of confidence and Canada understood how demoralising self-doubt could be.

"Really?" America asked, his eyes wide and innocent.

"Sure."

America beamed his big, bright, toothpaste advertisement smile, and Canada couldn't help but grin in return.

"Hey Canada," America said. "You know you're kind of awesome."

Canada blushed.

"Seriously dude, no other nation would be so nice to me after I – through no fault of my own – accidentally got you shot. I mean could you imagine how moody England or Austria would be if they were in your place? I'd never hear the end of it."

Canada thought America might deserve such a punishment but he couldn't bring himself to tell America off.

"We should totally hang out more. You, me and that panda of yours," America said as he wrapped an arm around Canada's shoulders.

"Kumamatata is a polar bear. China has the panda."

"Bear, panda, puffin, they all have fur and walk on four legs."

"...That's not quite right."

"Whatever dude. All I'm saying is you and me are totally best bros from on. In fact we are gonna spend this camping trip bonding. What do ya say?"

"Do... do we have to?"

America laughed and patted Canada hard enough on the back to send him flying face first into the soil. "Man, we are gonna have the best time together."

Canada spluttered out dirt and rethought his opinion on America.

#

"This is boring," Prussia said as he glared at the cat eyeing Gilbird in his hair. "I'm bored." Around him the other nations were slowly getting ready and chatting with one another. He half entertained the idea of giving Sealand the shotgun back to liven things up again but after seeing America in a time out and Sweden's scary face, he opted to indulge in his favourite habit of trolling Austria.

"Whatever you're planning, please don't," Austria said in his most put upon voice.

Prussia halted his diabolical plans. "How did you know that I was planning something?"

"You were laughing and looking at me. You're hardly subtle Prussia."

"The awesome me is too awesome for subtlety."

"If by awesome you mean dummkoph then I agree."

"You're the dummkoph!"

"You're the-" Austria shook his head. "You are not going to lure me into a petty argument, Prussia. Why don't you go bother your Bruder?"

"Because you're so much more fun to tease."

Austria shot him a snooty look before returning to his book.

Prussia grinned. "Austria? Austria! Austria, Austria, Austria, Austria, Aus- ow!"

Prussia rubbed the back of his head were Hungary had slapped him.

"Don't think it's too early for me to get the frying pan," Hungary said as she began finding plates to serve breakfast. "Why don't you go amuse yourself with Spain and France."

"Don't want to."

"Why not?"

"He's in a mood because, like, all his friends are totally getting laid and Austria won't flirt with him," Poland said as he flopped down beside Hungary.

Prussia scowled at him. "I'm not in a mood and France and Spain aren't getting laid. And I don't care that Austria isn't flirting with me."

"Aww, you look totally sad," Poland said before turning to Austria. "Can't you flirt with him a little bit?"

"No."

Prussia folded his arms. "I wouldn't want to flirt with you anyway; you're not awesome enough for me."

"Good."

"And your music sucks too."

Austria gasped and Hungary whacked him on the head again, though careful not to hit Gilbird who was still enjoying taunting the pack of cats on the ground.

"Next time it will be the pan."

Prussia pouted. Hungary served breakfast to herself and Austria, then Liechtenstein and Switzerland who had been tempted over by a free meal. Poland turned it down in favour of Lithuania's cooking so Prussia stole his share. The meal was nice, the company awkward. Hungary and Liechtenstein didn't mind too much as they talked among themselves about how it was a shame Ukraine couldn't make it after Russia had asked her to distract Belarus for the week. Switzerland, Austria and Prussia said nothing and avoided eye contact.

When the meal was over and the cats and Hanatamago had fought over scraps, Prussia slid closer to Austria.

Hungary kicked his knee. "Don't start."

"But I'm bored."

"So?" Hungary asked. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Prussia smirked. "Why don't you make out with Belgium for a bit, that'd entertain me."

"I'm not making out with anyone for your amusement."

"What? Are you kidding me? You're always trying to us to make out for your voyeuristic pleasure!"

Hungary laughed. "Like I need to make you guys do anything; it'd be harder for me to stop you from engaging in casual sex with one another, right England."

England paused from trying to tempt Hanatamago with his blackened breakfast and turned red. "You're the one who gets off on perverted photos of your friends!"

"Nations in glass houses should not throw stones, Mr Mutual Masturbation."

England squawked, France smirked, America snorted, and Austria practiced Chopin in his head.

"Well at least I'm not a sexual deviant-"

France scoffed.

"-like those four," England said, his face bright red as he pointed accusingly at Spain, Romano, Italy and Germany.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Romano yelled.

Germany, meanwhile, looked confused. "I'm not a sexual deviant."

"Maybe he means those magazines under your bed," Italy helpfully suggested. "You know the ones with the leather and chains and-"

Germany slapped a hand over Italy's mouth.

"Stop corrupting my brother, you potato pervert," Romano shouted at Germany, before turning back to England. "And you, who are you to accuse anyone of being a sexual deviant?"

"What the hell are you implying?"

"I do believe he's referring to your title of Erotic Ambassador, mon amour."

"Fuck you France, you're the one who gave me that title in the first place!"

"But you do hold a lot of sexual records," Greece said and rolled over so his head was in a very uncomfortable Japan's lap.

"That's just... because... whatever, at least I don't shag my own brother."

Romano looked ready to explode. "What?"

"Roma," Spain said, his voice a touch sad, "you didn't? Without me?"

Romano punched Spain in the stomach. "Shut up, bastard."

"I'm confused," Italy said. "Germany, what's England talking about?"

"Duh, he's, like, talking about your totally kinky foursome this morning," Poland said, looking far too interested in the conversation.

"Our foursome?" Germany asked, his brow furrowed.

Prussia wolf whistled. "Way to go, Bruder. I never knew you had it in you."

"How much did I miss this morning?" Denmark asked as he pulled on clothes.

Finland shushed him so as not to distract from the current entertainment.

"There was no foursome, fuckface," Romano growled at Prussia, then everyone in general. "Where the fuck do you morons get these ideas?"

"Hungary," Belgium said. "She took the pictures."

Romano stomped over to Hungary. "Let me see."

Hungary showed Romano the photos on her camera, careful not to let it into his hands so he couldn't delete the images.

Sealand looked up at Sweden. "Papa, what's a foursome?"

Sweden blushed. "It's, er, something some grownups do."

"It is fun?"

"Depends who you're with," Denmark answered with a grin.

Norway flicked him on the ear and earned a yelp.

"Can I do a foursome too when I'm older?" Sealand asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

Sweden blushed and glanced around for Finland to help him out.

"Can I papa?"

"Yeah, can he?" Denmark asked.

Sweden glared at Denmark.

"Papa?"

"We'll talk about it later."

Sealand got the feeling that this was one of those grownup things that he wasn't supposed to know about. So he'd ask someone else about it when his papa wasn't around.

"So, mon ami, which of our darling little Italy's is the best lover?"

Spain frowned. "Well, I don't remember having an orgy but I bet Roma was wonderful."

"We didn't have an orgy, Spain," Germany said with a furiously red face.

"Oh. I suppose we can have one later then," Spain said with a smile.

"That wasn't what I was getting at..."

Prussia waved his hand in the air. "Ooh, me, me, the totally awesome me will take West's place."

"But I don't wanna have an orgy without Germany," Italy said with a frown.

"What why not? I'm just as awesome as mein Bruder."

"If my little Italy wants out then let moi join instead."

"Hey if you're looking for replacements then look no further," Denmark said and proceeded to flex his arms.

Russia appeared from nowhere. "Da, that sounds fun. We should all become one."

The nations shivered.

Poland glared at him. "Urgh, Russia, you are, like, totally killing the mood."

"Are we doing this now," Greece said and slowly sat up and began undressing. "Because if so I get first dibs on Japan."

"Can I join in?" America called from across the clearing.

"No," England shouted back. "You're still on the naughty stool."

America's shoulders drooped and he mumbled something disparaging about Supernanny.

"I want Romano," France said as he whipped his clothes off in the blink of an eye.

Spain shook his head. "No, Roma is mine."

"But I've been chasing after the Italy's for so long! How about we share?"

Spain brightened up. "Si, that could be fun, right Roma?"

Romano lifted his head from where he had got distracted with Spain's album. "Huh, what do you want, idiota?"

"We're gonna have the orgy now. You don't mind me and France sharing you, do you?"

Romano exploded. "What? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"We're having an orgy!" Sealand shouted in glee.

"I think now might be the time to walk Hanatamago," Finland said to Sweden.

Sweden nodded.

"Isn't it a little early for an orgy?" Lithuania asked nervously. "We've only just had breakfast."

"It's never too early for an orgy," France said with a flick of his hair.

China shook his head. "Lithuania is right. Tai chi now, orgy later."

"Sí," Italy said. "And then Germany can join too!"

"It wasn't the timing I had a problem with," Germany mumbled.

"Then what are we going to do now?" Belgium asked, settling back into her seat a little frustrated by the turn of events.

"Beach!" Sealand shouted. "Beach, beach, beach!"

"Yeah I wanna go to a beach too," America called over to them.

England glared at him. "You don't get a vote."

"But Sealand does?"

"Sealand's a child, plus no one pays attention to him anyway."

"Shut up jerkface!"

"Don't be rude," Finland said in his best mothering voice.

"He started it!"

"That doesn't mean you should call people names."

"Awww."

Finland patted Sealand on the shoulder. "Come on then, let's go to the beach."

Sealand cheered and Sweden watched them with a soft smile.

#

By the time they arrived at the beach the sun was high in the sky and perfect for sunning themselves on the secluded stretch of sand. They drifted into groups to set up towels and chairs and strip down to their swim suits.

"Oh, you're wearing trunks," Greece said to Japan, disappointment evident in his voice.

Japan turned around and quickly covered his eyes at Greece's naked form. "Greece-san, why are you naked? It's improper!"

"The male form is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Hallelujah to that," Hungary said as she passed by, not without ogling first.

"It is in polite company," Japan said. "Please put something on."

"But you didn't mind when we were skinny dipping at your house."

"That was an onsen! And we were not 'skinny dipping' we were taking a bath!"

Greece tilted his head and watched Japan. "You have funny customs, Japan, but I like the naked bathing together, it was very... sensual."

Japan blushed. "It's traditional."

"Like naked Spartan examinations?"

"No."

Greece pouted before picking up the sunscreen. "Will you help me do my back?"

Japan peeked through his fingers. "Yes, if you put something on."

Greece sighed but tugged on some clothes. "I'll put some on you too so your pretty skin doesn't burn."

"Arigatō."

Greece sat down and looked out towards the ocean. Japan knelt behind him and squirted the sunscreen into his hands before touching Greece. He rubbed the lotion on slowly, hands gliding over the muscles and contours of Greece's back as he tried hard not to think too much about how nice the warm skin felt underneath his fingers.

"Mmm, you have soft hands," Greece mumbled.

Japan felt his blush return, especially when Greece moaned rather loudly.

"You're really good at this," Greece said. "I love the way you touch me."

Japan squeaked. "I think you're done."

Greece turned around, a blissful look on his face. "I'll do you now."

Japan nodded, not trusting himself to be able to make a coherent sentence, and manoeuvred in his spot on the towel.

"You're very beautiful," Greece murmured as he ran fingers up and down Japan's spine. "So smooth."

Japan wondered if the rest of him was as red as his face.

Greece began applying the sunscreen, smiling to himself at Japan's cute blush. He moved his hands first in long, light strokes, before rubbing circles into Japan's lower back. Japan slumped forward, relaxing under Greece's ministrations. As the massage went on, he moved his hands up Japan's shoulder and down his arms and chest. When his fingers brushed a nipple, Japan jumped.

"Greece-san!"

"Sorry, I forgot how sensitive you are."

The blush returned and Japan glanced around in case they'd been overheard. Lucky for him, everyone was busy elsewhere, including Hungary and her yaoi tuned hearing.

"Greece-san, you should not make such familiar comments."

"Why? It's true, isn't it?"

"That doesn't mean you should talk about it."

"Oh... Does that mean I shouldn't talk about the night that we made lov-"

"That was a dream!"

"It felt very realistic," Greece said, thinking back to when he'd offered to teach Japan the joy of sex.

"It was a dream!"

Greece nuzzled his face into Japan's neck as he squeezed the other nipple. Greece smiled into Japan's neck as he squeaked and arched his back. "Do you think it's a dream that could happen again?"

Japan covered his face and mumbled something non-committal.

A/N: I had hoped to get this finished yesterday for my birthday but I ended up procrastinating all day and finishing this at about three in the morning and was too tired to upload. Also I had not realised how long it'd been since my last update until I came to add this chapter, so sorry for that and I'll try to be a little more consistent in the future.

I hope this chapter is alright but (as usual) I got sidetracked by the orgy conversation which turned a lot more cracky than I had originally intended, and then I struggled with Greece's character so I hope he's not too OC. And JFC this fic is moving at a glacial pace - seriously this is the sixth chapter and I'm still on the second day! I'm gonna try and speed things up so that way we can reach the end of the week before I die of old age.

Finally I just wanna add that I've uploaded a zombie AU Hetalia fic if anyone's interested, and I was wondering if anyone else is thinking of writing fanfiction for NaNoWriMo?

Thanks to all the amazing people who left me a comment or favourited/followed!