Camping?! Hetalia x Reader

15: Ice Bucket Challenge

No one's POV:

You woke up, groaning, as the sun shone on your tent, making you become a human French fry. For once, it was warm, but too warm for your taste. You see, your tent was in the place where the sun could shone on mornings with no trouble, and that was boiling you alive. You gazed at your sides, still half-asleep, noticing that Hungary and Austria must had woken up before you. That's not a surprise though. You were a heavy sleeper.

You stood up, grabbing your brush, starting to solve the nest of devil they call a hair. You opened the door of the tent a little, letting the fresh air to come in and cool you down. You felt how the cool air embraced your fragile body, making its way to you nostrils, as you could smell the scent of forest and flowers with faint scent of pancakes. You smiled, changing quickly your clothes and putting on (F/C) turtleneck sweater and wine red skinny jeans. You smiled at the outcome from a small pocket mirror you had, and then pulled on a jacket and a scarf that was matching your jeans. You stood up, pulling on the boots outside and started to walk towards the campfire.

As you were walking towards your destination with a smile plastered on your face, you took a notice of giants buckets almost hidden in the bushes right next to Prussia's tent. You raised your eyebrows, making a mental note that you must ask about them later on. You continued walking, almost already there as you saw England staring at his bowl of cereals with terrified expression. He turned to look at you, and you could see from his eyes that he had been mentally dead for many years. Then he looked back at the cereals, and sighed.

"Fuck, i burned my cereals again"

Oh, did i forgot to tell you? His cereals were on fire.

The whole bowl was a flaming stake, and he just silently stood up, taking the bowl of cereals with him, and dumping it into the river. All this time you were staring at him like he had gone mad. Though every one of us was a little mad, right? Better to be mad than sorry. France walked to where you two were standing, since England had already come back, and he sighed as he saw the burnt bowl in England's hands. Rubbing his temples he asked:

"Angleterre, did you seriously burn your cereals again?" He asked, and England shot him a glare, not liking his nickname. However, he didn't say anything and just shrugged his shoulders, like he was a teenager going through emo phase. France looked at him with 'Are you serious?', look and you decided to step in, before a fight or something broke out.

"England.. How do you even make cereals?" You asked and England turned to look at you as he straightened up his posture and started to list things he had done.

"Well, first you take the cereals and milk", He told, pointing at the box of cereals on the ground next to him and you nodded.

"Mhm, good so far", You said , encouraging him to go on.

"Then you take the squid-" He started but your stopped him.

"Wait, wait, wait, did you just say squid?!" You questioned and he nodded. You looked at France who was shaking his head in disappointment. He rubbed his temples and turned his face to look at you, with despair.

"Told you so, he is hopeless", He stated and England shot him a glare. You could tell that the fight was about to start, so you quickly made your escape towards your original destination. As you arrived at the campfire, you noticed few of the countries, eating and having small talk around it. As far as you could see, America was trying to talk to Japan, as he was on his phone, and Russia was drinking his Poptarts flavored vodka again. You made a beeline to the small box where the food was kept, and started to take out ingredients for a sandwich. As you were about to grab the bag of tomatoes, a note on it cached your attention. You furrowed your eyebrows as you took the note and read it.