The Darkness of the World (Hetalia fanfic)

Bridal Style, Food Fights, And (finally) an Explination

Later, America 3rd person POV

"I absolutely refuse! You can't make me!" 

America just shrugged. The cold wind made him shiver. "Whatever dude, it's your problem. But do you really wanna wake her up?" He came out of the plane, carrying the conked-out Izzy bridal style. "If she's anything like this one here, she's not going to like being woken up." He watched his stupid brother bite his lip and ship nervously from foot to foot. America rolleed his eyes. "Come on Britain, what are you, scared?"

Britain reddened. "Certainly not! Move out of my way!" 

America grinned as Britain bustled into the plane. Works every time, he thought. 

"See?" Britain whispered triumphantly, holding Elise. "I wasn't scared."

"Sure you weren't," America said sarcastically. "Now c'mon, dude. I wanna get some sleep."  

Next Morning Elise's POV

BEEP! BEEEP! BEEEEEEEEE- THUD.

Ugh- what TIME is it? I looked at the alarm clock that had fallen onto the floor with me. The bright red letters read 6:00 AM.

"Dammmittttt," Izzy moaned from somewhere. "Where are we?"

Good question. I stood up, blinking the sleep out of my eyes and stretching. We seemed to be in a tent, gray tarp, grass, and all. The "beds" we had been sleeping in were collapsible mattresses. There were two sets of clothes by the flap. I picked up a shirt. Perfectly my size. I chucked the other set to Izzy. "Get dressed."

"Not 'til you answer my question, Lizi-chan," Isab growled. "Where are we? I'm too lazy to look for myself."

"We're in a tent-" The memories came back. "At camp Germany, unless we've been hijacked and taken to Timbuktu."

"Haha. Very funny, Lizi-chan."

"I'm serious, though. Someone must want us up for a reason," I turned. "I suggest you get ready."

Almost on cue, a horn sounded and a high-pitched voice yelled, "TIME TO GET UP, EVERYBODY! VEEEEE~!"

"I hate my life," Izzy muttered.

~

The rush of the morning shower felt like ice against my skin. I shuddered. If I hadn't been awake yet, I certainly was now.  Still, I leaned forward into the cold flow. I'd always been a sucker for cold showers, even if this was kind of pushing it. I wanted to do something, anything to take my mind off of what was floating around in my mind. So I sang.

Think of me,

Think of me fondly,

When we've said goodbye,

Remember me,

Ev'ry so often,

Promise me you'll try,

On that day,

That no-so distant day,

When you are far away and free

Just please please promise me,

That sometimes,

You will think

Of-

Of me~

I froze. Someone had harmonized. In an absolutely beautiful tenor voice that was so perfect but ohmaigod was the a stalker in the bathroom or-