Camping?! Hetalia x Reader

Prologue

No one's POV:

You looked at the pile of the papers on your drawer and sighed. You had been doing those papers for two days straight now, but the boss only gave you all the little things to do, and did all the big decisions like making gay marriage legal by themself. You wanted to do that! But no, you had to do all the little meaningless stuff.

You remembered when just few centuries ago you could take care all of the important things and your boss was just the one who kept the speeches and stuff.

You rolled your eyes and streched a little, ready to continue your work as you heard loud crash from the downstairs.

You shrieked, suprised by the sudden crash and looked around you, searching something that you could use as a weapon.

Your mind was running, and you were thinking all of the possiblities.

Murderer? Nah that's pretty unlikely... Maybe a thief?

You thought as you grabbed a random object near to you, holding it like a weapon, and slowly started to walk to downstairs.

As you were there, you tried to look who had come in your house, but you didn't see anyone.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at your outdoor that had been knocked down.

You kneeled down and took a closer look at the door, seeing something familiar.

"This hair.." You muttered as you picked the one single hair from the ground with your free hand and got up, taking a closer look at it.

"Hey (C/N)!!! Do you happen to have any hamburgers!?" You heard from behind you as you turned around in suprise and tried to hit the person with your 'weapon'.

"Woah (C/N), calm down. It's just your awesome hero!" America said as he looked at you and then your weapon.

"Roll of toilet paper? Really? What if i was really some kind of thief? We really need to train your self-defense skills" He stated and you rolled your eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?! You scared me!! And you're so gonna fix that door later" You asked and crossed your arms over you chest, trying to look badass and angry.

America's usual smile made its way on his face as he remembered why had he come here.

"Oh that's right! The others sent me to take care that you'll come in the world meeting tomorrow!" He told and you raised your eyebrow.

"Is that so? What if i don't come and do some productive instead? Like watch netflix and chill but without the chill part" You asked and America rolled his eyes.

"This is why they sent me! And you will come because i have something you can't resist" America stated and now you were curious.

"Like what? Nothing can be better than laying on the bed and eating some snacks" You told and America smiled slyly. That smile didn't mean anything good.

"What if i told you that they baked (Your favorite cake) just for you?" He told and you gasped.

"No way.. Did.. did they let England in the kitchen?" You asked trying to resist the cake that was calling your name.

"No" America said and waited for your response.

"Oh no.." You whispered, feeling how the need of cake grew and grew inside you.

"Hell yes" America whispered.

"Fuck it, i'm coming my cake!!" You yelled and America clapped his hands and jumped in excitement.

"I knew you would come!!" America told and you rolled your eyes.

"When are we leaving?" You asked.

"The plane leaves tomorrow morning! Remember to take a lots of warm clothes and stuff!" America told and you raised your eyebrows.

"You have planned something, haven't you?" You asked and America sweatdropped.

"Nooo...." He told and you chuckled.

"Anyways, where the meeting is again?" You asked. You slightly could remember how you got invitation letter to there, but it had dissappeared in the pile of other papers and letters.

"It is at my bro's, Canada's place" America told as he jumped on your couch in the living room, because to your suprise you had walked there while talking.

"Okay~ I'll go pack then! And when i'm done you better to be fixing that door!" You told and America nodded, a mouth full of.. hamburgers?

Where the hell did he get those from??

And with that, you ran to your bedroom, ready to pack.

As you walked away you heard how America talked to himself.

"It would be kinda ironic to die in a living room.." You heard him say and you chuckled.

This will be interesting.