Roadtrip?! Hetalia x Reader

Prologue

Y/N = Your name
C/N = Country's name
E/C = Eye color
H/C = Hair color

No one's POV:

You were at your home watching your favorite show and eating some snacks. There were some crumbs laying on your couch, as well as on you, but right now you couldn't have cared less, as you threw yet another chip in your mouth. This was your day. Your long deserved rest, which you were not going to throw away just like that. Tomorrow was another day, and maybe then you'd bother to clean up, but right now you were too focused on your current task to care. You were feeling sleepy, your eyelids slowly starting to close, until your phone rang. That shook you back to reality and you looked at the caller with an annoyed sigh. There goes your weekend.

"Oh the great 'merica" You mumbled, rolling your eyes with the image of annoyingly pushy co-worker in your mind, and answered the phone.

"I was trying to sleep" You spat out before America could say anything.

"Sorry dude, but this is important. Do you have anything on Saturday?" America asked and sounded somewhat excited, his voice reaching an octave. Your alarm bells rang. He had no good intentions, and you knew it.

"Mm.. Wait a Second.." You told, the curtain of sleepiness still covering your mind with its tenderness, as you had hard time checking on your calendar.

"Um.. no, but why'd you ask?" You requested for further information before admitting to anything he'd be about to pull off. You've learned to approach the certain country with caution, since he rarely had any good ideas in mind.

"Can you come here on Saturday? I have a really good idea!" He sang out, almost breaking your eardrums. You closed your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows, trying to consider the options.

"An idea? That doesn't sound too good coming from you, you know... Spit it up you asshat" You sighed, rubbing your temples, yearning for your rest.

"I swear it's a good one this time! And if I tell it to you now, you wouldn't come!" America said trying to convince you. Obvious to say, you were not quite convinced. 

"Do you remember last time? You asked all of us for a sleepover. In the end England was drunk trying to flirt with France, Japan and Italy were singing Justin Bieber on the freaking roof and Germany drank too much and tried to be ballerina" You reminded him of the horrendous night you had been able to witness just few months ago. Memories flooded back to you, as you had to fight back a snicker.

"Ya, I remember it very well. I filmed the whole thing" America said and that caught your interest. You were yearning for yet another evidence to your "Things to prove that these guys are dumbasses" collection. You had planned it all out already, and were convinced that the day would come when you'd all gather up to watch them.

"Um.. really? This is a bit weird request, but can you give it to me?" You said and smiled a little, going through the collection on your shelf, flipping the DVDs and photo collections with your fingers.

"Of course, if you come on Saturday" America said and you could hear him smirk. He knew he had cornered you and won you over. Sometimes you forgot that he indeed was one of the mosti dominating powers in the world. You shuddered. Didn't want to get on his bad side.

"Uh.. whatever, I'll come" you groaned, admitting your defeat and surrending to the country. Thankfully, not literally.

"YAAASSS! Thanks dude! See ya on Saturday" He yelled out his cheer and ended the call, leaving you quite dumbfounded in the other end. You still held your phone, trying to process the call, questions racing in your mind.

"Well I guess that I will now go and pack up some stuff. You'll never know how long you will stay if it's about 'Merica" You laughed and headed to your bedroom. Only if you had known what awaited you on saturday.

A/N
Well that was the prologue. Btw I'm not gonna do the accents so if you don't like don't read~. There will not be Nordics in this story, but i'll maybe make another story for them. Also sorry for typos! The next chapters will be longer!