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Hetalia x Reader Florida Vacation Ch.2

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The rest of the car ride had been spent cheerily with highway singing, jokes, Prussia's unique laughter, and snacks. You had all been surprised with how quickly the trip to the airport was, but you were silently grateful. Had you driven to Florida with all of them, you would have lost it.

Getting into parking was well enough, but as you got out you realized something. "Guys….how are you going to get the car back home?" Sure wasn't your car, but it still bothered you. You didn't want any of them getting into any sort of trouble. Gilbert was the one to answer.

"Don't vorry, it's a rental anyvay. It vill just be in zhe long-term parking until ve get back." Unconvinced, you knit your eyebrows together and crossed your arms. You had hoped someone was going to come back for it. And it was a rental?

"But we're going to be gone for the rest of the summer! Is that even possible with a rental?" You asked, starting to panic at the thought of the fines. Sure, your parents might technically be responsible but you had had a hard time just convincing them these guys were harmless. Ironically, Prussia had been the one to charm them into acceptance.

"Keseseses~ It is if zhey vant zheir SUV back." Oh yes, very reassuring. You sent a silent prayer to the dealership that had been uninformed enough to hand the SUV over. You weren't sure if they'd be getting their vehicle back.

"Ludwig, how do you stand living with him?" The German had just finished unpacking the last of the luggage, heaving it over his shoulder but still managing to shrug. Sometimes, like now, you were envious of his strength and just want to feel those muscles. Not that you couldn't control yourself, you knew Ludwig liked space.

"I don't." Your group shared a collective laugh, Ludwig looking at each of you with one raised eyebrow. It amused you how serious he was. A small clock on a nearby pillar made you edgy to get to the shuttle stop, else you miss your flight – which you had no intention of doing. You made it in time to get o mentally groaned at how many people were on. Not that you were claustrophobic or anything, but you did have a personal bubble. The feeling must have been mutual because a chorus of groans played throughout the voice as your party heaved your suitcases onto the overcrowded public transportation unit.

Even with the distaste shared among the other passengers, there was plenty of room near the back of the shuttle. By room, there was standing space. Almost all of the seats were taken by what you guessed was a group of sorority girls on vacation. By the looks of them they were the stereotypical prisses, around ten of them when you counted the giggling group. Summing up some of your courage and hiding your own annoyance, you smiled and waved. There happened to be over a rather tempting aisle seat open next to two blondes and you decided to take your chances.

"Would you mind if I sat here?" You pointed to the open seat and raised an eyebrow as they shook their heads. You could always just sit down, but there was always the chance that they were saving a seat for someone or something. Yeah, right. It didn't matter to you anyway. The only giggling, girly sorority blonde you even liked was Poland, and he was a (possibly gender confused) boy! Besides, you had promised your parents before they had left that you would stay out of trouble while they were gone.

Moving farther back, you chose to sit on your luggage while the two girls giggled farther down. The guys had been behind you the entire time, frowning as you simply accepted their rejection and walked away to sit on your own suitcase. Acting nonchalant you closed your eyes and rested a hand on your fist. The giggling girls left you with the urge to punch them in the face while also questioning how you simply gave in. The rolling of suitcase wheels alerted you to your company's presence and you lifted up your head for a closer look. You notice that the girls, including the two jerky blondes, follow your friends as they stopped before you. Gasps, sighs, and frantic whispers could be heard behind your immortal, human wall. They went unnoticed by their admirees.

"Vhy aren't you sitting?" Ludwig asked, his usual crystalline eyes darkened by his concern. Several nods asked the same question. You rolled your eyes, resting your head back on your fist. Of course you couldn't just give up around them, like you even had a chance.

"Oh, apparently they own that side of public transportation. I must attract prisses or something." You joked, smiling. He was not amused.

"Get up." Just what you needed; a towering, rather scary, German man handling the situation while looking rather angry.

"Why?"

"A lady sits vhen she can. You can." Well, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. No, that wasn't the point.

"Ludwig, really it's fine. I'm a big girl, I have no problem sitting on luggage and -"

"WHAT? WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Alfred yelled from the back of the group, too far away to hear clearly. Arthur began lecturing him, but the argument only sounded like mumbling from where you were. You couldn't stop a face palm and Antonio, in line behind Ludwig, took the chance to yank you up from your luggage. The suitcase fell over as you were dragged unwillingly towards the two girls, trying to pull away the entire time. More like you were passed down the line, everyone squishing together to try to stop your escape. It was hard to believe the tomato-loving, somewhat oblivious Spaniard had been a conquistador back in his old days. Well, his iron grip now convinced you.

The girls glared at you as you arrived back to their spot, not that it bothered you. What bothered you was Ludwig right behind you, his hand on your shoulder. You bowed your head, miserable and embarrassed. You sent one last look behind you to find Antonio giving you a thumbs up and brilliant smile. Curse him for being so adorable.

"Guten tag[1]. Now, ve vould like for our friend (__f/n__) to sit down. Vill there be a problem vith that?" Both girls nodded shakily, eyes open books for their shock and attraction to the handsome man before them. Great, it was like the gas station incident all over again. You could feel the eyes of other boarders on your back and your face flushed a dusty shade of pink.

"We are waiting for a friend of ours to board. We're saving her a spot." As blonde one finished her feeble attempt at an excuse, the shuttle's doors closed and the vehicle jerked into motion. The tension in the air was making you queasy. Everything is fine, you thought. Follow Spain's advice. Think of churros….mmm, churros.

"Vell it looks like she is late." Ludwig huffed in a less-than-pleased voice. Your churro daydream popped immediately and you were brought back to the not-so-friendly bus situation. A mixture of worry and embarrassment had you pulling at the jacket wrapped at his waist. He looked down at you, face blank.

"Lud, you're going to cause a scene. Come on, it's vacation." You mumbled. He grunted and patted you on the head before making his way back to where everyone's luggage now sat. Great, now you had to sit down lest you be dragged back by Ludwig or someone else. Prussia was not afraid to throw you. Your line of best friends followed, only answering your silent pleas with pitiful looks or – in Prussia's case – stuck out their tongue. You noticed Antonio stop and lean in to whisper in your ear.

"You need to make some more girlfriends anyway. I think Prussia is getting to you." You punched him in the side, eyes wide with quickly growing panic and shock of your 'abandonment'. You whispered back.

"But Toni," your voice dropped to a barely audible tone, "this is worse than a Belarus attack. Worse, there's two of them." Antonio chuckled, ruffling your hair before returning to the others.

Crossing your arms with indistinct mumbling you plunked down into the seat, leaning your head against the head cushion. You were in the middle of planning your revenge (involving tomato and potato massacres and twenty cheeseburgers) when a tap on your shoulder made you turn. The blonde beside you was smiling pleasantly, light blue eyes showing none of the malice they had originally displayed. If you hadn't already met her, you would've thought of her as charming.

"I'm sorry about earlier, our friend didn't make the trip. She's always late." She explained, tinkling laughter not tricking you for a second. You grunted, turning back to face the aisle. Yeah, like you were going to believe that. The tapping began again and out of your natural politeness (and because you knew she would keep tapping until you did) you turned back to face the girl.

"I'm Ali. This one is Alexis. What's your name?" She pointed to the girl behind her, who had eyes a much brighter blue than her own. They were scarily similar to Ludwig's. Scary being the key word.

"(__f/n__)." You nodded, deciding to stare at your feet with your arms crossed.

"So, where are you going?" 'Oh, so because my best friends are hot I'm now worthy of idle chitchat? ' You were getting annoyed, and you weren't always nice when you were annoyed. In fact, your sarcastic humor was kicking in.

"The airport."

"Oh, that's funny! But where are you going for vacation?" Ali pestered. You mentally sighed. You weren't going to get rid of her, were you? 'Might as well get it over with', you thought.

"Florida."

"OH my GOSH so is our sorority!"

"Wonderful." You tried to smile, but it ended up as a painful grimace. Ali didn't seem to notice you. You gave up and went back to your poker face.

"Hey, what flight are you on?" You handed over your ticket, watching – and wincing – as the girl squealed. You looked down the back of the aisle to notice the seven pairs of eyes on you. You pointed to yourself, then to them, and made a slicing motion across your neck.

'You're all dead when I get to you.'

All she got were multiple winks and a few twitches of the lips to hide smiles. Exasperated, you turn back in your seat to face the back of the one in front of you. Ali handed back your ticket and it was immediately shoved back into your pocket.

"Looks like we'll be on the same plane! Are you, like, going with those guys?" 'Hmm, why am I not surprised?'

"Yeah, they surprised me with this trip."

"Oh! So, are they your family or…." You rolled your eyes. 'Someone's being obvious.' Still, you might as well play along.

"No, all seven of them are my best friends. Some of them are related, but not to me."

"Oh." You could feel the disappointment in her voice. So, there was the possibility one of them was crushing on you. You mentally cracked up. Yeah, there had been problems before but now, you guys were practically family. You didn't date family, unlike a certain Belarus. Not that you were going to tell Ali that; let her wonder.

"So, would you mind telling me about them? That is, if you aren't dating them or anything." You slapped a sly smile across your face.

"Of course! And I'll give you their numbers, they love talking. Okay, so there's Ludwig and Gilbert. They're brothers with German decent. Then there's…."

Revenge is sweet.

When the shuttle dropped you off at you're the correct terminal, you politely said good bye while Ali and silent Alexis waved frantically. You had switched numbers with them too, just in case you needed them. But you knew not to like them; they only wanted the guys, not you. The others loaded off after you and that's when you realized you had forgotten something rather important with all the revenge planning going on.

"Crap! I left my luggage –"

"I've got it, love." Arthur said, dragging both yours and his luggage behind him with a bit of struggle. Hurrying over, you relieved your English gentleman of his excess weight and pulled out your phone.

"We still have an hour until our flight leaves. That'll give us enough time to check in, go through security, and pick up something to eat for the flight." You sighed in relief and put your phone back into your pocket.

Because of how early you had gotten, there wasn't too large of a line for check in.

"Passport and ID please." You fished both of yours out of the front of your suitcase, withdrawing both of them and handing them to the clerk triumphantly. He nodded and repeated the same process with Alfred, Gilbert, Matthew, Ludwig, Antonio, and France. When it was Arthur's turn, he hesitated.

"Passport and ID please." Arthur stood in front of the man, his passport and ID both visible in his hand. Still, he was biting his lip and his hand was shaking mildly. You noticed his eye twitch a single time.

"Sir, passport and ID please." Another eye twitch. Several mutterings were heard from rather impatient flyers behind your friend and you weren't in the most patient mood yourself.

"Iggy, come ON!" You said, hand on hip. You heard muffled giggles behind Arthur as you said 'Iggy' and say his face begin to blush. "Get your English butt over here before I embarrass you." You had used that threat almost everywhere you went and it always worked, especially since you carried it out. You had actually gotten Ludwig kicked out of a spa (that was a whole other story) because of his supposed closet perviness. Reluctantly Arthur handed over his identification and quickly joined the rest of you.

"What was that?" You asked, pushing him lightly. He handed you his passport and you had to cover your mouth to keep your smile hidden.

Arthur had his tongue sticking out, a peace sign formed on his right hand. His left eye was closed in a paused wink. His bushy eyebrows were raised to give him a carefree facial expression. You could just see the top of his 'I heart England' novelty t-shirt. His hair was messy, but not the organized messy he always sported. The whole picture was too goofy to fit your sophisticated Englishman.

"AWWWWW! Iggy you look like a little school girl!" You shouted while giggling, grabbing the attention of several people both passing by and in line. Arthur snatched the paper from your hand, his flush now much brighter and more noticeable. You heard Francis's unmistakable laughter.

"…I was drunk. Can we please get to security?" He asked hurriedly, anything to get the attention off his adorably heated face.

"Sure! But they have to check your passport and ID again." The pink flare, along with the rest of his facial color, quickly drained from his face at the thought.

"Lovely." He groaned.

The wait for security was a while longer, to which you entertained yourself by picking on Arthur (all the while telling him how you were kidding). You passed through easily, claiming your items and luggage without suspicion. Ludwig ended up losing his German beer (he acted tough, but you saw his eye twitch. Gilbert actually shed a tear.), Spain couldn't bring his seven pounds of tomatoes(he did openly weep) and Arthur went through the embarrassment yet again; but Francis was the problem.

"Sir, I'm afraid we do not allow hairspray, colognes, or perfumes on the planes for health reasons. I also hate to inform you that four ounces of hair gel is too much to bring, you will not be allowed to bring it either.

"Zhat is understandable, but would you like to search me for anyzhing else?" There went the signature wink and laughter. You facepalmed, but Arthur ended up yelling at him to hurry up. The Frenchman, irritated at "Angleterre's lack of respect for security", ended up listening to him and was about to get through security when the guard stopped him.

"Sir, what is that sticking out of your jacket pocket?" You followed the guard's pointing finger and your eyes widened. A small vial filled with a white powder stuck out of Francis's pocket. Francis seemed to be surprised too, pulling out the vial to study with his own eye.

"I do not know. It was not zhere before." The guard took it from his grasp, pouring some of the powder into a liquid from behind the security desk. Your eye began twitching as you tapped your foot. Why couldn't you just have a normal vacation for once?

"It is not cocaine, but you'll need to come with us for a few questions." You groaned. Of course, why would you have a normal vacation when you could instead have it go horribly wrong?

"You will have to come with us too lady and gentlemen. You are traveling with him, yes?"

"Yes, si, oui, da, ja, whatever you say." You grumbled, following with your luggage. From behind you heard Ludwig's German cursing.

"Gottverdammt.[2]" You agreed.

There you sat while Francis Bonnefoy was going through interrogation. You couldn't leave, not one of you. At least not until Francis was either with the rest of you at the airport or in a jail cell. You checked your phone, growling. The plane left in twenty minutes.

"Francis what the heck did you do." You mumbled. You knew it wasn't drugs, Francis refused to use them on since they 'uglified' his face. Plus he wasn't the one to do it, so what was it? You hung your head in your hands and settled on listening to the sounds of the airport. That was when you heard the quiet chuckling from somewhere beside you.

Looking amongst your friends, you noticed them looking around as well. That is, all but Antonio and Gilbert who were covering their mouths with their hands. Their eyes were closed in silent glee.

"What did you two do." It was not a question, but a demand. The growl in your voice even surprised you. Were you worried for Francis, or your vacation? The two burst into laughter, Antonio clutching his gut and Gilbert wiping a tear from his eye.

"We-we put that vial in France's jacket. It w-was an a-a-aphrodisiac!" Antonio fell to the floor in laughter and began rolling from side to side repeatedly saying "I can't breathe!" You didn't care. Your eyes had turned into saucers from shock. This wasn't funny in the least.

"You planted DATE RAPE drugs on Francis? What the hell?" You weren't watching your language now, focused mostly on not bashing your head against the wall like China. Alfred must have been thinking the same thing because he immediately locked you in a bear hug. The others were silently fuming behind you. Even Matt had fists at his sides. Arthur looked about ready to go pirate on those fools. Angrily, you grabbed Gilbert by his left ear, yanking down.

"AHH! (__f/n__), what the hell?" You ignored him, leaning down (forcing Gilbert to in the process) and grabbed Antonio by his right ear. You pulled him up, complaining, and dragged them over to the door with "PRIVATE" written in bold letters on the top.

"Knock on the door." You yanked Gilbert's ear to get your point across.

"OKAY! Geez." He knocked three times, very softly. You yanked again. He knocked louder. Antonio tried to pull away, crying out as you held on tighter. An unfamiliar security guard cracked the door open, her eyes narrowed.

"Yes?"

"My friends have something to tell you." You yanked both of their ears and they nodded in unison.

"…..So it was just a joke. Francis had nothing to do with it." Antonio finished, rubbing his ear and mumbling in Spanish. While in the interrogation room, you had had to continuously pull at their ears until you were sure they would tear off. You had just decided to let go as they finished their story.

Francis sat in a chair at a table, eyes narrowed and silently seething. You gave him a small smile, as if it would justify your friends' actions. The person in charge, another woman, put her hands on her hips. She turned to you.

"Do you believe this?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and nodded with a sigh.

"Sadly, yes. But they meant it to be harmless and I know they won't be doing anything like that ever again." You turned to face them, eyes narrowed. "Right you two?" They winced, cupped their ears, and reluctantly nodded.

The officer nodded and turned to the captive Frenchman. "You are free to go. I apologize for the inconvenience." You swear heart broke a little inside as France did nothing but nod and shuffle over to you. What had they done to him? "Off you go." The woman finished and turned her back to you. The four of you shuffled out of the room, you informing them of the wonderful news.

When you had sent your luggage on their trip into the airplane and yourselves arrived to the boarding for your flight, you had ten minutes to spare. The closest food court was at least five minutes away. 'Looks like our plane food will be peanuts. Fantastic.' Mumbling nothing in particular, you followed the others as they handed their tickets to the flight attendant. You passed in and waited for Francis. He didn't even give a second look at the female flight attendant when you had instead expected him to flirt a little. It was what he did best!

"Francis, come one! You can't stay mad at them forever. You three are the Bad Touch Trio!" You would never say it out loud, but you missed the old France.

"I refuse to associate with zhem. I was insulted, and zhe French do not take insults of such faute[3] lightly madame!" Sighing, you continued through the tunnel to where the coach seats were. You sighed in relief; at least the guys bought the tickets that boarded before the others. Sure, there were already about twenty people on, but that was nothing compared to what you had seen before.

Your group had gotten the seats near the back, taking up one row on each side of the plane and two seats of another row. On the right side were Alfred, Matthew, and Francis; on the left, Ludwig, Antonio, and Gilbert. You and Arthur took up two more seats on the right side. When you saw where Francis sat, you growled.

"Francis Bonnefoy, get up and go sit with your trio!" You whispered behind you. Francis shook his head.

"I refuse to sit with zhem –"

"Yeah, yeah I know but France you-"

"France." You both looked up, surprised to find Ludwig out of his seat. "Go sit vith your friends. I don't vant to sit next to Prussia zhe entire trip." You could see the hesitation in Francis. 'Come on Francy Pants! I don't want to take a broken France to Florida!' You thought, biting your lower lip.

"Al, punch Francis for me. I can't reach him."

"Mon Dieu![4]" France recoiled at the fierce punch, whimpering.

"Okay, okay! I will move. Sacrebleu! [5]" Luckily, both Ludwig and Francis had had aisle seats, so switching spots was easy. Plus some of the female passengers and one that sounded rather masculine made some rather approving sounds at such nice view of a French and German hunk. Only when you heard chuckling did you become suspicious. Turning, you narrowed your eyes at the now laughing Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis.

"What?" You this time you were sure you were going to throw them out the window, whether they opened or not. Francis was the one to answer.

"Zhe whole thing…. it was all fake, a fluke; the aphrodisiac, my anger, everyzhing!" Your jaw dropped as you soaked in what they had just said. All…..fake? They were actually laughing harder than before.

"Say WHAT?"

"We didn't get seats together, so France planned this whole thing to get pity. You and Germany fell right into our trap!" Antonio said, wrapping an arm each around his friends and smiling dazzlingly. Just as you were about to stand up and give their sexy faces some not-so-flattering bruises, the final wave of people began filing in and you had to settle with words.

"We almost missed our flight, Francis almost got thrown into jail, and I almost had a mental meltdown because you guys were acting like EIGHT YEAR OLDS?" Gilbert rubbed his ear, reliving the torture he had been forced to go through.

"Feels more like seven years to me." You facepalmed for the umpteenth time that day.

"You know what, now I know what it means to love and want to maul someone at the same time."

"We love you too!" They said in unison. You couldn't hide your smile and quickly turned away, but not before they caught it.

"(__f/n__)'s not mad! She's my little girl tomate~" Antonio shouted, blowing you a kiss from across the aisle.

"Kesesese~ My awesomeness is too awesome to stay unawesomely mad at. AWESOME!" Prussia winked very suggestively, making you flare up like Arthur had only forty minutes ago.

"Oui, perhaps my little (__f/n__) would like a personal apology?" France performed his magic trick, pulling a beautiful red rose from behind his head. You had gotten over the trick, had stopped asking how he did it. Your face was as red as the tomato Spain dubbed you to be. Maybe you had spent a little too much time with Romano.

"Damn it you guys, you ruined the moment!"
[1] Good day

[2] God damn it

[3] Fault

[4] My God

[5] Damn


I could so see Prussia and Spain doing this, no joke. Well, I hope you like it! I'm actually still working on Chapter 3 despite this being like, one or two months old :iconfailsplz:

But I shall get it done eventually! I have nothing else to say, so bye!

P.S. I won't be putting in a language warning unless someone really finds it to be a bother!
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