1001 lovers (Hetalia x reader)

Sea Voyage

It is about 1:00 in the morning and you can barely keep your eyes open. You want nothing but to collapse onto the that bed you're probably never going see again, but nobody wants to risk leaving midday and  getting  caught either.

You begin to develop serious doubts as Prussia leads the way to the boat. Seriously, what are the chances of this working out? At least it's pretty warm out and you have a bunch of other people with you. Oh yeah, and the whole bakery has come too. (Just in case someone gets the midnight munchies.)

"Ve are here," Prussia says in his best attempt at a whisper.

The street lamps illuminate the vehicle just enough for you to know that if you get caught, you are going to be in huge trouble.  The boat is nicely polished, has a balcony with a grill, and is huge; it's practically an island itself.

"This?" You ask. "We can't steal this."

"Ve aren't stealing it. Ve are borrowing it," says Prussia.

"If Ms. Jay tracks us down it's going to be really bad."

"Look (Y/N), ve all came out here so ve could help you. Ve all decided ve vould do zhis, and ve don't have any other options. If we get caught by the cops just tell zhem zhat I kidnapped all of you and stole the boat or something."

Everyone files out onto the dock. The entrance to the boat is conveniently open, but there is a gap between it and the dock, which makes it difficult to board.  Prussia runs and jumps into the boat...almost. His foot slips off the side of the boat when he jumps and he falls into the water with a big splash. He doesn't reappear above the surface for a long time.

Finally, he comes crashing up above the water. He is flailing his arms around and coughing like mad.  "I can't swim!"

France and Spain look at each other, and then to Prussia.

"This is what you get for trying to drown us last week."

"What?! I didn't actually drown you, you guys are still alive! I might actually die soon and if I die-*cough cough*- the world won't be-*cough*- awesome-*cough*- anymore."

"Hmmmmmmm I don't know, France. Should we save him or no?"

"Well, Spain, it would be one less mouth to feed if we didn't."

"You got that right."

Prussia slowly fades into the water again.

"There he goes being over dramatic again.  He'll show up sooner or later," someone behind you says.

One by one everyone boards the ship, except for you, Spain, and France.

"He still hasn't come back up yet,?" Spain asks after a few moments of silence.

"Did we...kill him?"

"No! We can't be the Bad Touch Trio with only two people! We would be the Bad Touch Couple and that sounds weird! I'm coming for you, buddy." Spain dives into the water, and so does France.

All three of them are going to die. There's no way they can see anything...it's way too dark and cold.

When no one comes back to the surface after what must be at least two  minute, you decide to jump in really quick, just in case.   You know it's a stupid idea and there's probably no hope left but you have to at least try. They can be jerks sometimes, but you can't stand around and not do anything to help.

Suddenly, France's face shoots out from under the water. "We found him! Can you jump to the boat so you can help us on?"

"Sure, but are you okay?"

"Just a little cold is all.  Don't worry about us."

You jump to the boat and catch yourself before you trip and end up like Prussia. Then you extend your hand out to France's and pull him out of the water, then Spain, and at last, Prussia. Three of you walk into the boat and one is carried on France's shoulders.

The interior of the boat is astonishing. You walk into a giant living room with fine couches and a flat screen T.V. It smells like the house you lived in before you and your granny moved to this island. You begin to feel a little nostalgic.

Sitting on the biggest couch is Italy, along with someone else who looks a little bit like him.  Whoever he is, he seems familiar. Oh, now you remember, he was at the school dance.

"Move!" France yells as he tries to make room for Prussia on the couch. He isn't trying to be rude, but he kind of shoves Italy and the other guy off of it.

The 'other guy' does not appreciate this.  "Hey! What~a~the hell are you doing, huh?!"

"Sorry Romano, but you have to sit somewhere else."

The angry Italian mutters something you wish you didn't hear and stomps off to a different location. Italy stands by Germany as Spain grabs a blanket and wraps it around Prussia. He is out cold. France puts two of his fingers on Prussia's wrist to check for his pulse. "His heart is still beating...it's just really slow."

While Spain and France are taking care of Prussia, you walk around a little bit and try to find anything that might help the patient.

Next to the living room is a kitchen and a long, wooden dining table. There is also a staircase which you climb out of curiosity.

The second floor is just as nice as the first, if not nicer. There are a couple different doors that lead to bedrooms and closests, and a small area that mocks the living room. If you keep heading forward, you will see a glass door that leads to the deck. This is such a good quality place. You wonder who owns it.

You can't continue your thoughts when you hear a loud shriek come from France and Spain.