Two halves of chaos (hetalia-Countryhuman-crossover)

Chapter 13

.-. timeskip to a week later due to the author running out of ideas on first encounters .-.

America, building a sandcastle out of dirt- so, technically a dirt castle- had been watching Bering. 

See, the important thing here is 'had been'. 

Bering had been building the castle as well- but after he got angry at not being able to structure the south-western tower's left flank. (He wanted to add the window things. Ya know, the small slanted openings where archers would shoot their arrows from, with more safety than just shooting from out in the open, like on the field or from the walls?). Russia was not of much use, he wanted to do the same thing as Bering, but they had both failed. So, now, Russia was sitting in the river, trying to catch a fish with his bare hands. 

Belarus had quickly befriended Feliciano- who was currently being given a silent and awkward treatment by Ludwig ever since the 'date'. Yeah, lets just say that our dear Feliciano thought it was an activity friends did- well, that's what the German had understood. Italy meant something quite different from friendship when he said;

. Flashback brought to you by my brother failing to dunk my head under the waves of the ocean (power of the tall >:3 ) .

"Ve~ I am happy~ Germany is very nice to me today~ Germany is my very favourite person, other than Grandpa Roma and Romano and Spain. But I like Germany different from Spain, Nonno, and Romano~"

Of course, the German was too daft too understand the very clear flirt (A/N: Ha ha, I have no idea how to flirt, sorry. *vibes in how do you flirt*)

The watchers- mainly Gilbert and Ukraine- groaned, feeling disappointed. Ukraine sad, because her chances at winning the bet were growing slimmer by the second; her precise thoughts, after being slightly censored, and translated to english, were; Damn you, you fucking thick headed German, just fuck the Italian!

Meanwhile, Gilbert was mad at his awesome self for not educating Ludwig more on the art of UNDERSTANDING WHEN SOMEBODY FLIRTS AT YOU, YOU UNEDUCATED UND UNAWESOME DIMWIT-

. end of flashback brought to you by my punctuation nazi friend .

Ludwig had also accidentally dropped a picture of his dogs and the other Germany found it. Least to say, both Germans loved dogs more than anything. Well, other than beer, potatoes, and sausages. So, now, they were comparing pictures of their dogs, Germany being quite cheerful, for once, his eyes shining. 

Germany was clearly happy, yet you could only see the happiness by looking in his eyes, for the German was wearing his usual expression- not the grumpy stern one, but the neutral expression.

Ludwig had just finished showing all the pictures he had of Berlitz, and now it was the shorter Germany's turn to show a dog.

"Here's a dog Polen got me- zhe picture may show you a puppy, but by now the he is a grown dog."

In the picture, there was a winged man, with a huge grin, and his face bore the Polish flag. Ludwig looked to the side, and he could see that the other German had an emotion known as guilt in his smiling expression, now turned slightly sad.

All of a sudden, there was a rather loud shout- most likely from one of the two annoying as heck American's- as a car pulled up, crunching against the gravel mixed with dirt parking lot.

Shall I clarify where they are? Yes, yes I should. I shan't slink away from my duties as the third person omniscient Narrator, now, shall I? No. That would be irresponsible of the Narrator.

They were besides the building where the current World Meeting was supposed to take place. Those who had already gotten to the building, somewhere between twenty or thirty minutes too early, had brought all the countryhumans along with them, so that they could discuss whether some one was just playing a really bad joke on the group, or if these were, in fact, humanized countries from an alternate universe.

Anyhow, back to the car- let's ignore Kiku being forced to join Heracles under a blanket of kittens and cats, Russia wrestling with a bear over some fish, Gilbert and both America's cheering the Russian on, and Belarus playing hot potato with Italy and Bering. 

Let's ignore all of that for now.

The driver, now having parked the car, hopped out. The driver stepped around the opening doors of the car, making his way to the trunk, which he then popped open. And out hopped Poland and Moldova, the Moldovian being just a bit drunk. She had a bottle of wine in her hand as well. The driver, seeming to be a polite gentleman, helped the two step out without stumbling. 

Poland broke out in a sprint the moment he saw Germany, and literally flew to the German, his pure white wings spread out slightly, just enough so that the Polish man could be a few inches off the ground. Within a flash, Poland had crashed into an unsuspecting Germany, who had been talking with the Ludwig. 

Speaking of, the blonde German was slightly confused. I mean, who wouldn't? Some hyperactive angel (Of course, Ludwig here thought that Feliciano was even more of an angel, but he keeps that to himself) literally flew into his fellow German, interrupting their small conversation on astro-physics and dogs.

After the angel was done hugging the German, the two looked up. Germany let out a small grunt, and spoke;

"Sir, this is mein Poland. Zhe one from the picture?"

Ludwig nodded, his expression going from 'shocked and surprised' to "mein gott, what the hell am i even looking at right now'.

"Hallo. "

"cześć! I am Poland! Who are you?"

"Ich am Germany."

"East?"

Ludwig shook his head to say no.

"Nein. Ich am Germany." Germany repeated, getting slightly annoyed. Just a tiny bit. 

"...Ok! How is your day goi-"

"Poland! Man, you should come look at my awesome dirt castle!"

Poland looked around, only to see America, kneeled down besides a pile of dirt.

"Zhere is no vay jour castle is more awsome than me, zhe awesome Prussia!" an albino retorted. 

And now, cue an argument about which was more awesome; a dirt castle, or the 'awesome Prussia'.

"Weren't you technically disolved on November, 1918?  Prussia turned to dust in 1918, during November. Right?"  America said, unintentionally, out loud.

That made America earn quite a few punches, from both Germany's, Elizabeta, Poland, and a few more.

"Apologize and compliment him. Tout de suite. Sinon je vais m'assurer que tu ne pourras plus voir correctement pendant toute une journee entiere." France said, quite angrily, and sounding disapointed.  (translation from french: right now. Or else i will make sure that you will not be able to see correctly for an entire day)  (A/N: in short, the threat is; say sorry and say something nice, or i will blind you for a day with a punch or two)

"Fine. Sorry, man. I didn't mean to say that out loud. As for the compliment..." America looked around, and saw Russia. Russia was pointing at his eyes. America continued; 

"You have eyes."

"Danke!" 

God, Gilbert seemed proud of the fact that he had eyes.

That got some laughter. And many sighs of disapointement. Mainly because most of the group thought that America could come up with a better compliment than that. America looked back to Russia, who was holding a small, faint, rarely seen proud smile. Bering, though, Bering was flailing around in the water, drowning. Anyhow, what's next on the agenda-

"Oy, you bastards! Can't-a you see the bambino in the river?" a voice that was much like Feliciano's voice, just deeper, said, sounding as if the speaker had practically given up on life and all humans who existed.

That got the attention of, well, literally everybody.