What is... "Home"? (Hetalia Fanfic, Part 2)

Chapter 110~!

That night we'd drawn straws and France would be sharing a bed with me. Yet when I awoke the next morning, Spain and Prussia had decided to squeeze in and sleep alongside us.

"Ugh... Spain, moooove..." I murmured sleepily as I pushed his arm out of my face. He just mumbled something that might have been Romano's name and cuddled me tighter. "Rrrrgh..."

"Wake up wake up wake up Uncle Spain Uncle France wake up now!" two similarly young voices yelled as the door burst open and two red-headed chibis pounced onto the bed. Heather and Ariani jumped up and down on their uncles' stomachs, waking all four of us.

"It never changes," Spain muttered to himself before catching Heather around the waist and rolling over to sleep with her under his arm.

"Hey, hey! Hands off the goods!" she yelled while wriggling free and falling onto my chest. "Morning, Aunt Melina!"

"Hey there," I groaned, throwing an arm over my eyes. France had pinned Ariani as well and was trying to fall back asleep, but she giggled and squirmed free as well. Together the sisters raced out of the room and down the hall, waking up country after country.

'Wonder if my sister and I were ever like that...' I wondered as I let my head hit the pillow and finding that Prussia had put his arm there. "Prussiaaa, what are you and Spain doing here?"

"Being awesome," the albino replied in a mumble as he turned over and hugged me tightly to his bare chest.

"Excuse me," I said, pushing him off and fixing the covers to, y'know, cover me completely. "Creepers..."

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"America, who the hell arranged our sleeping quarters?" England asked America very loudly when I'd gotten up and gone down to complain to the very same person.

"Uhm, me? Why, what was the problem?"

England glared at him with hatred and started to throttle the American. "You bloody git how dare you stick me in a room with those three and only two beds!"

"Whoa whoa whoa what are you -- ACK!" America yelped when I jumped on his back and covered his eyes, stealing his glasses and pinching his nose shut.

"You did that same for me and the BTT!" I yelled in my male voice. 

"What- are- you- two- talking- about-?" America choked out before removing himself from our grasps. "Dudes, I have no idea what you're talking about! Everyone got a suite with four separate beds, seriously!"

"Well something happened because I woke up in the same bed as France, Spain, and Prussia," I grumbled.

"Eh," America replied with pursed lips, looking confused. "You're being serious?"

"A hundred percent serious!"

"Fix this," England ordered with a face that said "Do it or I kill you the next chance I get."

"Alright, alright, sheesh! I'll go fix your stinkin' rooms, gimme a moment!" America said, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically.

At least I had the decency to call back a "Thank you!" as he walked away.

"Who'd you have to sleep with last night?" I asked England conversationally.

He positively glowered at the tile floor. "Italy. It was the most annoying thing in the world, the way he kept flinching every time I bloody moved."

"Eheh, yeah? I drew straws and ended up sharing with France," I admitted.

England's look to me was of utmost pity. "I am so sorry, that must have been awful."