We Are Zodiac (Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter Six

Kzzzzzzzzzt Kzzzzzzzzzzzzt Kzzzzzz-- "Hello? Alfred, Toris, Feliks?"

"Yo, Iggy brows!" America hollered after he pressed down on the button that let him be heard. The oh-so-British scoff was clearly audible, and it wasn't hard to picture the eyeroll that probably accompanied it.

"This is why you speak the simpler version of my language," Britain retorted.

"Hey, hey! Whoa there, shots fired," America laughed. "So tell me, what's goin' on?"

"Well, we're farther out to sea now and trying to get a lock on that signal. We might have to wait until tomorrow at the same time Romano caught it, in case they broadcast regularly." He sighed. "I don't like the idea of being stuck out on a boat overnight, but--"

"But you were a pirate!" America interrupted. "Didn't you spend months out at sea? Like, seriously."

"Yes, I was, but back then there weren't literal sea monsters," England countered sharply. "But either way, it's what we have to do."

"Hey, you'll be fine, bro," America said. "Just don't get drunk and we'll have nothing to worry about! HAHAHA!"

"Git! You fucking git!" England shouted back.

"Nah, not "fucking." The word you're looking for is "fonduing," he answered, unable to contain his laughter at all. 

"Arrrrgh," Britain groaned into the receiver, and then it was followed by something closely resembling the sound of what was once known commonly as a "facedesk." It was then that the American completed a "LOL" and even came close to "ROFLing." Such outdated terms...

"I can't believe you sometimes," Britain continued.

"Me neither. I'm such a stud," was America's response.

"You're-a tying up the line! Say-a goodnight, girls!" Romano shouted over the background noise of the ocean waves. 

Guffawing, America signed off and replaced the radio receiver in its usual spot. 

~

"Bring home the bacon?" was the first thing America asked when he got within hearing range of the boat pulling into the cliff-edged beach. 

The answer came in the form of a giant fish getting dropped on his head and sending him face-first into the sand.

He pushed up with his arms and the fish slid off his neck, letting him breathe air instead of little rock particles. "What the fuck was that for?"

"There's your bacon," Britain answered, helping lower the gangplank to the beach. 

"Near-a-ly took my-a arm off getting it on-a-board," Romano groaned as he stepped down to the ground and carried with him a piece of the radio. 

"Did you hear anyzhing?" Lithuania asked hopefully when he went up to Romano and helped him carry the heavy equipment toward the treeline.

"... Sì, we-a did," Romano said quietly. "But the potato bastardo wants-a to discuss it with-a everyone first."

"Oh, I see," Lithuania replied, smiling that closed-eye smile he was so good at. 

~

They all converged in their camp a few minutes later, after securing their ship and reassembling the giant radio controls. America was bouncing up and down where he sat on his sleeping mat. "Come on, come on! Tell me what you heard!"

That earned him a light smack across the back of the head as England passed him from behind and sat down on his own mat. "Would you calm yourself for once in your life?"