A Tale of Two Sisters (Y'know, Hetalia)

Being Kidnapped is Not Fun (unless you can screw with your kidnappers)

"The stars are so pretty, sis," Krystal smiled.

"Yeah...sure..." I mumbled distractedly.

She glanced over at me only to see me on my phone.

"Sakura...!" she groaned. "We're camping!"

"Uh...I'm just taking pics!" I grinned, sweating nervously.

I fumbled with my phone, trying to get to the camera.

"Sakura," my sister deadpanned. "I know you were looking at fanfics."

"Um..."

I opened my mouth to retort, but before I could,

the world ended.

Lol jk my sister just got hit on the head by some weirdo and collapsed.

Meh, she'll survive.

I turned back to my phone, deciding to take a selfie with her prone body. Y'know, for...reasons. Totally not so that I could post it and laugh at it later. In her face.

Just then, I felt something lightly hit the back of my head, my hoodie cushioning the impact slightly. I turned my head slowly, looking incredibly annoyed.

"Excuse me?" I demanded, faking a white girl voice. 'Cause, y'know, memes. "I'm, like, trying  to take a selfie here, so, like, could you just, like, wait, for a moment?"

Silence filled the clearing.

Three seconds passed.

I took a selfie.

"Thanks for waiting," I said cheerily, taking a swig from a bottle of beer.

"Er.. are you sure you're of age?" this one blond dude said. Pretty sure he's England.

Wait, England?

"Holy-" I dropped everything, standing up immediately. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Vait, jou know of us?" another man - probs Germany - asked.

"What do you think?" I sassed. "Why are you here? And why, pray tell, didst thou knock thy sister out?"

"We're here to kidnap her!" America cheered.

I face vaulted.

"And here I was thinking that someone was finally ladylike!" England sighed in exasperation.

I looked at the bottle in my hand.

"Yeah, y'know what? I'm probably drunk. I'm going to pass out now, and when Krystal wakes me up in the morning, this will all be a bad dream."

After saying so, I sat down, slammed the bottle down with a thunk. I pinched myself, trying to convince myself that yes, it was just a dream, the nations hadn't found us, and we were still safe at home, sleeping.

"This isn't a dream," England's voice echoed around the clearing.

I squeezed my eyes shut, digging my nails into my arm.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice brittle.

"...ve're supposed to bring Singapore to meet ze ozer nations," Germany finally said.

"Your sister, you said?" England checked. At my nod, he continued, "I didn't know she had a sister."

"Heh," I muttered. "No surprise there." You practically abandoned her during the war.

I cleared my throat, getting up, grabbing the beer bottle as an afterthought.

"Fine," I snapped. "We'll go with you."

I glanced over at my conked out sister and mentally sighed. Honestly, the things she could sleep through...

"Woah, woah, wait, 'we'? We only need her!" America exclaimed.

I glared at him and stormed over to him. Before anyone could react, I grabbed him and put him into a headlock.

"I will go with my sister," I hissed.

"Got it," the blue-eyed male squeaked.

Smirking, I stepped back, letting him go.

"Good," I declared. Picking Krystal up effortlessly, I looked at the gaping nations. "Well?" I raised an eyebrow. "Where to?"