(A/N: In my AU, China was the Ancient's resident babysitter, that's how he knows the others.)
After changing, they met again at the meeting hall. Russia's, Belarus and Ukraine's pajamas looked very warm. China and Japan wore similar, comfortable looking, robe like outfits. England was in plaid fleece pajamas and fuzzy slippers. France wore light blue pajamas that looked like they were made of silk.Canada's were maple leaf print. Italian were rumored to sleep naked, but Romano was in tomato print boxers and a t-shirt. Spain's PJ's were golden like the sun. Prussia's were a little different for her. They were simple enough, clean, comfortable and warm. She was also carrying something interesting.
"You still have the stuffed panda I gave you!" China exclaimed, a mix of curiosity and happiness on his face. Japan stepped forward. "Forgive my interruption, but she's not the only one." He lifted his hands to reveal a plush panda. Russia stood up from his chair. "We have the children and the grandchildren of the Ancients here, da? Why don't they tell us more about the ones who arranged this?" France, Prussia, England and Spain all nodded, but Romano did not. He frowned more then he usually did. "No, I don't want to talk about someone who hates me!"
The shout echoed across the hall. Ukraine was the first to compose herself. "Why would your dedushka hate you?" Romano buried his head into his knees and muttered something the others couldn't understand. Spain gasped, putting worry and shock into one expression. "Romano! How many times do I have to tell you that that wasn't your fault?" He said while trying to comfort the crying Italian. The other nations were startled and worried. Finally, one word was understandable.
Pompeii.
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A Hetalia Sleepover
FanfictionThe Ancients have stopped time to give some nations a chance to take a break from their tiring lives. Some long guarded secrets will find they're way out. ((There is some sexual content, but no actual lemon or smut. A bit of language too.))
