Countries (A Hetalia Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18: Nudity and Truth

Natalia's P.O.V.

The next morning I wake up and rub my semi-tired eyes. Last night felt like a dream but I knew it wasn't it was reality.

I get up, take a cold shower to refresh me, then I dry, brush my hair, curl my bangs, and get dressed.

I get dressed in tight black swimming short shorts and an electric blue bikini top. Over it I put on a large Hunger Games t shirt.

I run downstairs to see everyone else is already in their bathing suits.

"Hello Natalia", Russia says smiling.

"Russia", I say carefully.

"Yes", he asks cocking his head.

"Get your bathing suit on please", I ask.

"No I vill not swim", he says stubbornly.

"Please", I ask.

"No".

"Fine I respect that", I say sitting down beside him.

He looks surprised for a moment then smiles softly, "Thank you".

I smile back. I see him lift his hand cautiously and he softly ruffles my hair.

It was really the first physical contact we'd had.

"Your a good friend Natalia", he says as he puts his hand back on his lap.

"So are you", I respond.

"Natalia, Britain, Germany, Japan, Russia, China, France Italy! You have to see this dudes"! America yells from the outside patio.

I curiously get up and stand beside him.

The rest of the countries he called come out also.

"What"?

"Over there", America points.

I look to see Turkey holding up someone's swim shorts and a butt naked Romano running after him. My eyes widen to the shape of saucers.

"Oh", Japan says blushing and retreating back into the house.

"I know I look much better then that, Canada is so pale and...small. Would you like to see the difference "? France asks me seriously and about to pull down his pants.

I blush and shake my head furiously no.

"YOU BLOODY GIT! SHE'S A LADY", Britain yells at France and America for showing me.

He then covers my eyes from the naked Romano

"Britain", I ask.

"Yes love"?

I hesitated at the affectionate word.

"Please guide me to where Romano is running", I say.

Britain still covers my eyes and guides me down the stairs of the patio, across the patio to the general area they were running.

"Turkey give him his shorts", I say calmly once we arrive to where they are.

"No way", he says laughing.

I feel someone come up beside me and make a terrifying sound, "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol".

"Fine", Turkey says horrified.

I hear a couple mutters and a sound that made me guess Romano was pulling up his swim shorts.

"Can I look", I ask.

"Yes", Britain says taking his hand away from my eyes.

I'm relieved to find a fully clothes Romano.