Camping?! Hetalia x Reader

12: Lost

No one's POV:

After Canada had gave you a short lesson about chickweed's attributes and habitats, you all had left to the forest to search for the said flower. As you had promised, you were now wandering around the forest with the certain cheerful Italian. Italy was skipping in front of you, time to time pointing out some flowers and plants, as you followed after him, looking more closer around for the flower. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the sun had warmed the air so much, that you had to wipe off some sweat as walking. You smiled, enjoying the time in the forest. You had come to notice, that what doctors said about forests was really true. Nothing was more relaxing -if we do not count laying on bed and watching anime-, than walking in the middle of forest, with no useless commotion around you. You took a deep inhale of fresh air. Unknown to you, Italy had been calling out your name for the whole time.

"(C/N)??" He asked, waving a hand i front of your eyes. You blinked rapidly, getting your mind off from your thoughts, as you looked around dumbfounded. You pointed out, that you two had stopped, in the middle of small glade. In the middle of it was a big rock, with sunrays hitting on its surface. The glade was surrounded with gorgeous oak trees, as their branches were reaching up for the sky. Italy smiled as he noticed that he had gotten your attention.

"We have searched for a while now. I think that we should rest our legs for a while and eat some pasta i took with me~ What do you think?" Italy asked as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Since when did he have pasta with him? Where did he even carry it? There was too many questions, and no answers. You decided not to even question it anymore, as you smiled and nodded.

"That sounds about fine", You told and Italy smiled as he turned to look at the glade like he was thinking. He furrowed his eyebrows a little, which made a little wrinkle form between his eyebrows, as he then gasped, making a 'veh' sound, and grabbed your by your wrist. He started to lead you towards the rock, and you followed him behind, noticing his small curl softly rising and falling as he walked excitedly towards. As you two made it to the rock, you looked at it. It was almost your height, so it would need some climbing. You smiled, taking the challenge, as you roll your sleeves up a little. Italy looked at you curiously, as you walked closer to the rock, speeding up you pace and as you reached it, used your hands to jump on it.

You landed with a quiet thud, on your stomach, as you slowly crawled farther in the rock, and then stood up, dusting off your clothes. As you turned to look down at widely smiling Italy.

"You're almost as good as Germany at these kind of things!" He announced, and you bursted out laughing. Italy looked at you confusedly, as you wiped some tears away from the corners of your eyes. You took a deep breath, to calm yourself down, as there still was an amused smile playing on your lips.

"Me? Like Germany? Germany is athletic, i'm lazy and unmotivated to do things like that", You started smiling, as you offered your hand to Italy, who was still standing down there. "But need a hand?" You asked, looking at Italy. He shook his head softly at your first statement, but took your hand anyways. He started to climb up, and even if he was small and you weren't that high, you were struggling to keep the hold in his hand. Finally, you both were up, laying on the stone and slightly planting. You gave Italy a cheeky grin.

"See? I said i'm not the most athletic one", You said and Italy gave you a wide smile back as he sat up, taking a bowl of pasta from.. somewhere?

"Then there's two of us"

-Timeskip-

You were enjoying of the small rays of sun, landing on your face and using your jacket as your pillow. You had decided to wear sweater today, and it's not like your own country was in very south either, so you could manage like that. Italy was next to you, still munching on some pasta, as he was looking around, trying to get some inspiration for his new painting. You studied his sparkling eyes, as he stuffed food in his mouth as eyed the nature around him. He then sighed, placed his bowl on the rock as clinking was heard, and looked at you.