Camping?! Hetalia x Reader

6: The Campfire

No one's POV:

Almost as soon as you had arrived to the camping place, you all had started to build up the tents, so they would be ready before the dawn. There were five big tents, about the size of a car, and three of you would sleep in each of them. There hadn't been any talk about the sleeping arrangements, but you would probably be sleeping with Hungary and Austria. For some reason, America got to be in charge of building the tents, no one was sure when did anyone even let that happen, but it just happened.

"Why do YOU get to be in charge?" England asked, scowling. He had crossed his arms over his chest and the last rays of sun were falling onto his messy blond locks, highlighting the slight changes of colors in his hair, that you hadn't noticed before.

"Yeah", Agreed China with England as stood next to him.

"They're right", Russia also agreed, nodding.

"Oui, I agree with them too", France announced and walked from behind China, next to England.

America sighed and rubbed his temples, as he suddenly left, but not too far away as you could see how he took something out of his backpack. Other countries looked confused about this sudden leaving but furrowed their eyebrows as they noticed America coming back with boombox resting on his left shoulder. He jumped on one of the benches and pressed the play as beat started playing. You were curious about what was about to happen and took a step closer so you could see better.

"'CAUSE IMMA BOSS ASS BITCH", was heard from the boombox and you started laughing. America smiled proudly at himself as the other countries groaned and started to walk away back to their duties. America turned the boombox off and walked to you with a toothy grin playing on his face as you two high-fived. This was maybe why you got along with him so well. Your sense of humor was similar.

-Timeskip-

It was the evening and you stood proudly in front of you tent. You had built it with Hungary and Austria, but because Austria wasn't really helping, you had done it basically only with Hungary. Luckily, Hungary seemed to know how to build a tent like this, so she helped you a lot. You couldn't have done it alone. You let your gaze run over the tent. It was dark green, almost as high as you, and it was shaped almost like lean-to tent, but more sheltered and with all four walls on it. You haven't slept in a tent for a long time and you were excited. There was one thing worrying you though, and it was the fact that you weren't sure if you would stay warm all the night.

Of course, you trusted Canada when he had told that this autumn was warmer than usual, but it was evening already, and it started to get chill. The wind was howling through your hair, making it flow on your face, as you wrapped your arms around yourself. The world had already plunged into what felt like eternal darkness, as the day had turned into night. The rays of sun only a memory to you, as they had disappeared beneath the sharp shapes of mountains. Only the never ending pouring of the stream could be heard. The grand maple trees' silhouettes hovering over you, almost like protecting you, were lulling you into the feeling of being safe. You sighed as you turned around towards the middle, seeing that the countries had already managed to set the campfire. Small smile brushed your lips, as you started walking to the campfire and the countries surrounding it. As you made it there you sat between Russia and Germany. You were there, only to hear their conversation.

"I will go to get the food", Romano announced as he walked past you towards the dozens of backpacks laying in one big pile next to one of the tents. America waited for a moment before opening his mouth.

"You know how Germany lost WW2?" America asked, sly smirk on his face like he was about to tell a forbidden secret.

"America..", Germany groaned warningly, like he had heard this joke multiple time before, as he probably had.