Hetalia X Reader: Little Miss Cyber

Chapter 27: Bus

Public transportation.
Umm... Yeah...
There really isn't much to say about this inexpensive and accessible mode of transportation other than it sucks; it's often so full that your standing or sitting on someone, it's smells, basically a museum of chewing gum and trash, it's humid, infants get a real quick out of screaming their little lungs out, someone's always sick and there always seems it comes with its resident pervert that takes full opportunity of the cramped conditions.

The moment you handed the ticket to the driver and looked around to find a seat, you had to take a second to realise that this was a public bus; this was probably the nicest coach you've ever been on and the 22 hour long ride (okay, maybe this is a little bit longer than a few hours) might be less painful than you expected. Which means you'd be spending the night on the bus and arrive at (random city) around 2 in the afternoon tomorrow. There was a number of spare seats around the middle section of the bus, so you took a seat for yourself and did a few mental calculations; not many people had tickets for the bus, which means you, Berwald and Gilbert could have a row of seats all for yourselves and be able to lie down along them for the night. Berwald walked down the isle and took a seat beside you in the row you claimed for yourself.

You: adjusting your overhead air conditioner and smiling
Good new, sense not many people are on this bus, we all can have a row for ourselves.

Berwald: watching Gilbert walking up the isle
Isn't that considered rude?

You: pulling the curtain away so you could look out the window
Usually it is, but because this is such a long trip and there is very few people on here, it's okay as long as no one make a nuisance of themself.

Gilbert: nudging Berwald in the side
I vant to sit here.

You: looking at Gilbert and standing up
Okay, I'll get a different row then...

Gilbert: gesturing to you to sit down
Nein, jour fine right zthere... I just vant to sit vhere Berwald is.

Berwald: looking at Gilbert blankly
Why?

Gilbert: frowning at Berwald
Because I am awesome.

Berwald: playfully tilting his head with the same expression
Why?

Gilbert: twitching an eye
Jour playing annoying toddler... It's not funny.

Berwald: crossing his arms
Your playing spoiled rich kid... It's getting old.

You noticed the strong tensions growing between the two and quickly interfered.

You: annoyed
Both of you go outside now! You both have about 5 minutes before the bus leaves, so go get some fresh air and don't come back on until your both relaxed. When your both back, then we all are sitting in our own rows.

An annoyed sigh slithered through Gilbert's lips, where as a slight proud smirk lived on Berwald's as they both left you behind. A sigh of relief escaped as you yawned and sat back into the seat, rubbing your eyes and feeling proud of yourself from how you handled with the issue.

...

The sound of an engine starting up awoke you from your sleep, you must have dozed off for a few minutes; your eyes darted around the coach's cabin for the two boys. Next thing you felt was the bus beginning to move and you shoved your face up against the window, watching with tears rolling down your face as Berwald and Gilbert frantically ran after the bus. Fear set in and you began to hyperventilate, you had to get the bus to stop or they would be abandoned in a world they weren't conditioned for with no guide and you'd be left all alone as a vulnerable young woman with no companions and not a single cent to your name. Other passengers had taken notice of your distressed state, but no one said anything and pretended that you weren't there. You hastily walked down the isle, but was hesitant about what to say to the bus driver.

Bus diver: yelling at you in his old grumpy man voice
Go and sit down!

You whimpered and mumbled to him, but all that did was made him angrier; everything you had bottled up inside of you exploded.

You: falling to your knees and yelling at him
MY FRIENDS NEED TO GET ON! STOP THIS BUS ALREADY!

Bus driver: yelling while trying to focus on the road
THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON EARLIER!

You: sobbing
THEY WENT OUT TO GET SOME AIR! IT WILL ONLY TAKE A SECOND! THEY ARE LITERALLY CHASING THIS BUS RIGHT NOW ON FOOT!

Bus driver: snarling at you
I've done this job for over 45 years and I've never been late! They can get another bus! I DON'T CARE!

You: making a scene
JUST PULL OV--

Passenger: yelling
GO SIT DOWN!

Another passenger: commenting
NO ONE GIVES ANY GIRLY!

Different passenger: throwing a box of tissues at your head
I finally got my baby to sleep! Go blow your nose with those and shut up!

You rubbed the back of your head and picked up the box with tears streaming down your face; you were silent as you carried the box back with you and plunked yourself back into your seat. One final glance out the window and you watched as Gilbert and Berwald finally gave up and grew smaller by the second as you drove further away; you all felt so helpless.

...

A jolt slammed your face against window and your eyes peered open, staring directly at your own tear stained reflection peering back at you. It was a difficult job for you to fall to sleep last night; all you could think about is what happened to Berwald and Gilbert, they had no where to go, no food and just as poor as you were right now. A grumble from your stomach made your eyes shoot wide open and wrapped your arms around it in embarrassment. The clock above the new driver's head indicated that it was 12:02 pm; last night the drivers must have changed shifts. A tap on your shoulder caught your attention and a lady in her mid to late thirties offered out her to you and wore a frown, making a sea of wrinkles across her forehead.

Lady (Different passenger): snarling
Gimme back the tissue box, kid!

Her words were filled with hate, but you just brushed it off and handed her over the box; the second the box was back in her possession your stomach let out a horrifying grumble. The lady rolled her eyes while making a popping sound in her mouth and opened up her hand bag, fishing out a nut bar and dropping it on the seat next to you; she walked away without a word said. At first you were hesitant to even look at the humble nut bar, but soon the desire to vanquish the growing hungrier pains took over and within seconds you were sitting there enjoying a decent sized bite of the nutty and slightly chocolatey goodness. It was calming to watch the country side rolling by with the company of a very delicious nut bar, but your mind continued to wonder about the others and what you were going to do once you arrived in (random city).

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