Countries (A Hetalia Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20: Breaking the Ice

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay so if you guys didn't know I have playlist that goes to each of my stories and I'd say this chapter's theme song out of my playlist is Fall for Me by Secondhand Serenade.

So listen to it and you'll understand why it's the theme song to this chapter.

Also please comment if you like it when I put theme songs to a chapter and I'll try to do it more often.

Thanks that's all😊

~Ashlee💕

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Natalia's P.O.V.

"What the hell", Canada says suddenly.

It was the first time I had ever heard him cuss.

"What"? I ask curious of what could have distracted him from our conversation.

Canada simply points behind me.

All I see is a blur of flaming red hair and pale skin as I get tackled to the ground in a hug.

I would've hit the person in self defense but then I see who it was.

"Grace"?!

"Natalia"! She yells squeezing me even harder.

"Can't...breath", I say.

"Oh sorry", she says getting up off of me.

We both get up and dust the sand from our skin.

Just then I notice Britain standing awkwardly.

"Did you bring her"? I ask.

He nods.

"How"?

Grace explains to me about the whole looking on my phone things and what had happened.

I send him a glare, "Don't ever spy on me or look through my things again", I warn.

"Okay", he says.

But then I smile. He was lucky I was in a good mood.

Then all the Countries who I knew better than the rest came up to me.

"Hey duddette"! America says loudly.

"Hey guys! This is my best friend Grace", I say.

"Hi", some of them say.

"Okay so Grace this is America, Japan, you already know Britain, Romano, Canada, Italy, China, Russia, and where's Germany"? I ask.

"He's a inside", Italy says.

"I'rr go get him", Japan says going off to get Germany.

Germany and Japan walk over to us sometime later.

Grace elbows me.

"What", I whisper.

"He likes you like a lot", she whispers back.

I just shake my head and smile.

She rolls her eyes and starts to flirt with Britain which made him uncomfortable but I could tell he liked it.

It was close to dinner time so we all go in and eat some sort if gunk Britain cooked. The more rude countries yelled at him and threw their food away. While the more polite people pretended to eat it and like it.

When dinner was done Italy pulled Germany, and Grace off somewhere and Grace made Britain come with. I laughed as they fought and squabbled. Grace was like America and Italy combined.