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8

Soon after finishing Breakfast, I told everyone to get in the car. 

UUUUuuunfortunately I do not have a limousine...... so not everyone had a seat. 

" You could sit on my lap Y/- ACK- " America flirtatiously began, before Russia smacked the back of his head.

" Заткнись Aмерика. " He spat. Britain and Canada apologized for his behavior. 

" It's alright. I've dealt with people who said worse than that. " I reasoned with them, telling them it was okay. America rubbed the back of his head, pouting at Russia. 

" I CALL SHOTGUN!!! " Japan called out, making America groan. 

" DAMMIT- I FORGOT ABOUT THAT! " Japan snickered at him, before opening the car door. The door flew open, and there sat Reich. 

" Oh nein, nein, nein. Ich war hier als erstes. " 

( Oh no, no, no. I was here first. )

This stirred up another dispute. I was getting fed up with all of the arguing. I couldn't tell if it was my lack of sleep, or if it was just them fighting. Not even I knew the answer. But I was sick and tired of it.

" SHUT UP! " I shouted. Everyone went quiet. Pleased with the quick results, I strained a smile. 

" Thank you. Britain is riding front seat with me. " I grumbled, opening my own door. 

" Bu- " 

" no questions asked. " I hissed, instantly silencing America. They all shuffled into the car, while I sat in the drivers seat. 

" Wie viel Schlaf hast du letzte Nacht bekommen? " 

( How much sleep did you get last night? )

I shrugged, plugging the key into my car, and looking at Germany. 

" If I fell asleep around 11-12, and woke up around 4-ish, Not much " I rubbed my eyes, taking notice of the dark bags under my eyes. The engine roared to life. 

" The night before? " Britain questioned, beginning to worry. 

" ............2 hours of sleep......... " 

" BEFORE THAT?!?! " He asked again, his face contorting into concern.

" .......................................................I didn't.......................... " I shyly admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. 

" Y/n!! You have an unhealthy sleeping pattern! I will tell America to get me directions, you are sleeping on the way! " Britain scolded, opening his door once more.  I tried to reason with him, and tell him I was fine, but he picked me up, bridal style might I add, and set me in the passenger's seat. I blushed heavily, and was about to protest, but Britain cut me off. 

" No if's, but's, or anything of the sort! Just rest... you need it. " Britain finally calmed down, looking to me with a gentle expression. I turned my head, falling into submission. I allowed my eyes to close, slowly drifting off into a deep rest. 

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I woke to movement. Slight swinging, kind of bumpy, but I wasn't in the car. There was no seat-belt. So where was I?

To answer my sleepy question, I opened an eye. It was very bright. Lights hung up from the ceiling. I wasn't in my house either. 

Then I realized I wasn't moving myself. A-am I-I being held? My face went ablaze at the thought. 

" Ah, you're finally awake! " Britain exclaimed softly, looking down at me. I am being carried!!!