15A/N: Hello, there! Sorry for not updating in so long, I've been... busy. Tough last few weeks I've been going through. Yep... and with the holidays coming up, I'm just stuck, you know?
Sorry for being such a bummer. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Sleepless Nights
Ch.6: Camping trip, part 1
Germany hated camping.
You'd think that with all the nights he spent in a camp during the World Wars, he'd be fine. But he wasn't. He simply hated camping. Not military camping, he enjoyed that. But it was camping for the fun of it that bothered him. All of it; the songs, the s'mores-
And the fact that this particular camping trip would be spent with the Allies. The thought of spending a week in the woods with that annoying America and his buddies was too much to bear. And even worse-
Italy was driving the car.
Italy.
Was.
Driving.
The.
CAR.
Of course, he'd insisted on driving the car, after all, the camping trip was his idea. And Germany loved him, he really did, but for that he could wring his skinny, pasta-noodle neck. But if he did, he would kiss him first. Yes.
He would kiss him. Kiss him and hug him and fanboy about how cute and innocent he was. And maybe cuddle with him a little. But after that, he'd wring his neck- that was a promise.
Unless he had fun, of course. Then he would kiss him and hug him and fanboy about how cute and innocent his little freund was. And...
Maybe cuddle with him a little. Yeah.
But he had to finish packing before America-
HONK!
"Germany, dude, let's go! The hero doesn't wait for slowpokes!" Ugh. America actually showed up. No doubt his allies had tagged along- Britain probably came against his will. And France must have been persuaded by Russia and his dark, creepy ways. China just goes places, as long as his little panda thing comes with.
"America!" Germany was freaking out. Why did that annoying burger-lover have to arrive at the most unopportune moments? "D-Don't come in! I'm not ready yet! Go bother Italy or something! Just come back later!" How could he pack everything he needed when he had that idiot knocking at his door? There was no way he could. No way in heck he'd be able to. Not a chance. Nope. No way. Never.
America could be heard chewing on his Big Mac from outside Germany's bedroom. "Come on, bro, it's not like you're naked or anything, just get on the bus!"
Ding! Lightbulb.
Thank you, America.
"Um... actually, I am naked. Please come back when I am fully clothed, because I just got out of the-" he paused. "Wait. Why the hell do we need a bus? It will be just the eight of us, right?" he opened the door and stared America dead in the eyes. "Right?"
America frowned. "Wait, you're not naked, Germany, you're just a liar! And, no, it won't be just the eight of us. I invited some friends to tag along!" Germany's face paled.
"Please... don't tell me... Prussia is coming!?"
He shut the door and screamed as loud as he could. So please, feel free to shake the device you're reading this on and shout out as well.
"GOTT VERDAMMNT! I HATE CAMPING!"
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Italy's POV
I love camping! Ve~ this was going to be so much fun, I just knew it! I packed plenty of pasta and pizza for the trip, and better yet, I got to drive! I'm such a great driver, everyone says so! And it's true- when I took my driver's test, the instructor was crying because it was so great!
But Germany seemed upset somehow... that makes me upset. So I put on my serious face. Serious face, GO!
"Italien... are you sure you know where we're going?" he asked me.
I turned and smiled at him. "Ve~ of course, Germany-"
"H-Hey! EYES ON THE ROAD, DUMBASS!"
I turned around and screamed. I'd almost hit a kitty! That was scary! I swerved and the bus went off the highway. Thank goodness we'd landed in the river!
Maybe... I'm not as great a driver as I'd thought... heheh.
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"Alright, alright, everyone, off the bus!"
Britain couldn't believe it. When did they agree to let Italy drive the bus!?
******Flashback******
Britain snored quietly. He loved naps. They were relaxing. As long as America didn't-
"Britain. Hey Britain."
"Hm?" he was half asleep.
"When we go camping, can Italy drive the bus?"
"Huh? O-Oh, sure, whatever..."
"Thanks, Britain!"
******Flashback End******
Yes. So that's why... He sweatdropped. Never again would he sleep and make decisions at the same time. That was rather stupid of him.
Italy was the last person off the bus. Bulgaria suggested that Italy be one of the first, with respect to the rule "Ladies First."
That earned him a punch in the face and a bloody nose from Germany. "ITALY IS NOT A LADY!"
"O... kay... So, let's find some place to sleep." said America, when in actuality, he was starving, and really only concerned about getting to the nearest McDonald's. "Any burgers- I mean, ideas?"
"We will work together and pull the bus out of the river." said Denmark. "And that will be where we sleep."
"Are you sure, Denmark?"
"Yes, I am sure. All of you, to the bus! Grab it and pull as hard as you can!" all 29 of the present nations, including Italy and Belgium, got a good handhold on the sinking bus, and with great effort, pulled it out of the river. Germany, Russia, and Sweden ran around to the front of the bus and pushed as hard as they could. And I'm pretty sure a few went out of their way to step on poor little Italy's feet, as payback for causing everyone such terrible trouble.
France was, of course, so tired. "Onhonhon~ now that's done, I will sleep now, goodnight~" he yawned, and crawled into the bus, flopping into one of the seats. He fell asleep instantly.
Everyone sighed.
Classic France. What a freeloader, almost Italian...
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Midnight
"Germany... Germany..."
"Mmm... what?"
"I... can't sleep." Italy's nervous whispers woke him up. Germany sat up and groaned quietly.
"Yes, of course you can sleep here, Italy. I'll even let you sleep in my lap." He scooted towards the window. "Go ahead and lay down so I can sleep."
"Ve~ thanks, Germany..." Italy laid on the seat, resting his head on Germany's lap. Neither man spoke for what seemed like forever.
"Germany?"
"Yes?"
"My feet hurt..."
"Why?"
"A few countries stepped on them, because it's my fault we're stuck sleeping on a bus in the middle of nowhere. I can't blame them, though-"
"Who!? Who the hell stepped on your feet!? Italy, tell me!"
"Sh, Germany, everyone else is sleeping-"
"Who gives a damn if they're sleeping! Italy, I am prepared to wake up everyone on this bus if you don't tell me! Who stepped on your feet?"
Italy started shaking. "O-Ok... Well, there was Prussia, Bulgaria, Britain, Turkey..." he counted off on his fingers as Germany got angrier and angrier.
Idiots... how dare they!? He stood upright and walked towards the front of the bus. With overwhelming force, he slammed his strong fist on the horn.
HONNNNNNNKKKKKK!
"Wecken Sie die Hölle !"
Continued next chapter.
Wecken Sie die Hölle- German; "Wake the hell up!"
Freund- German; "Friend"