How does one simply say that they literally had their butt pulled out of trash, carried bridal style down to a beach, got swarmed and fretted over by a bunch of Nordic boys; minus the Icelandic one who still seems... how you say 'OH MY GOD ITS HERE! Must avoid eye contact, talking and possibly breathing, can't inhale anything that has ever touched her'. GOSH! And you thought that you were the shy, socially awkward one, maybe he is El Awkwardo, the boss of being socially awkward; a truly heroic inventor of how to 'stuff up in a social situation'. Anyway, thankfully Berwald didn't ask why he found you hanging out in the trash can and he didn't tell the others about how he found you, and there was no need to discuss your run in with Mr. Raw Scottish Accented Killer Jawbone Structure Hunk.

You tossed over in your bed while kicking your blanket off onto the floor, staring up at the roof annoyedly sighing at the thought of Allistor.

You: hitting your head with your palm
Stupid! Stupid! Clear your mind! That Scottie is clearly nothing more than a hottie drowning in bad news!

You began to softly chew down on your tongue as you blankly stared through the dark up at the roof, allowing your mind to wonder.

You: mumbling to yourself as you yawned
I wonder what Gilbert did yesterday?

Your eyes spread wide open and flung your back off the mattress sitting up in utter shock of what you just mumbled to yourself unconsciously. Why was Gilbert suddenly on your mind, neither Germans nor albinos typically entered your thoughts while trying to get back to sleep. Usually it's homework you remember that is due the next morning and it's like 2:47am or your just like 'why do they call it a pair of underwear when there is only one signal clothing Item? Does it have an imaginary twin that no one knows of and is always over shadowed by the more well known twin?' (Hmm, that seems a little familiar somehow, is underwear used as a metaphor to describe certain someones or *cough* nations *cough*)

You: rolling off your bed and face palmed
Stop being another dumb girl! (Jumping up onto your feet) HAHA! Sorry but ain't no German, Scotsman, Swede, and everything else ever gonna make this chick weak at her knees!

As soon as you finish your inspirational little speech to yourself you decided to climb back into bed, but your attention was snatched away as soon as you lifted your knee towards the bed; swing it around and tippy toed over towards the door. Accidentally slamming the side of your face against the door you listened in, your ears were correct, somebody was out there and past curfew; the next thing you realised was that you were now stalking the rule breaker. HOW!?! WHY. MUST. YOUR. BODY. THINK. WITHOUT. YOUR. BRAIN!?! Last time you checked, your body didn't declare independence and full control over your being, that is your brain's job; did you hear that body? Brain's job; limbs don't think for themselves.

You were following a shadow that bounced off of a building, not a single thought ran through your mind; you were too curious for your own good.

You: jumping and screaming
AHHH!

You snatched at the hand on your shoulder and attempted to yank it off your shoulder, but you soon turned around and recognised the face of a friend and not a foe.

Mathias: looking at you with confusion
Elsker? (Love) What are you doing out here at night, it's past the curfew?

Hmm, that's a funny question, you could ask him the same exact thing.

Arthur:
Oi twit! Where are you?

Someone was pacing around the corner, but Mathias didn't retreat, he just remained standing there next to you. A boy with blonde hair, emerald eyes and bushy eyebrows walked around the corner frowning at Mathias, but the instant he noticed you his facial expressions wiped away and now he was confused.

Arthur: walking up to you and looking concerned
Mathias? What did you do?

Mathias: shrugging his shoulders
I just found her here, she was following me or something.

Arthur: looking at you
Are you aware of the curfew, Miss (last name)?

You just shrugged your shoulders, too afraid to speak.
The strange thing is are these guys excused from the curfew or something? This makes no sense at all, why are they all fretting over you? You know how to look after yourself... Well most of the time.

Arthur: offering to shake your hand
We haven't met yet, I'm Arthur Kirkland! Pleasure to meet you, but I think it's best you head back to your dorm dear.

You: ignoring his hand and speaking out of instinct
Kirkland? Allistor?

Oops! You weren't interested in starting a conversation, but were these two related?

Arthur: amazed
Y-yes! Allistor is my brother, I have two more brothers here too. (Frowning) When did you meet Allistor?

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Is now an appropriate time to sacrifice yourself, like right now? Only rule you live by 'don't be social' and what do you do, you start a conversation which means... Socialisation! GAH!

Gilbert: voice full of confusion
_____? Vhat did jou two do to _____?

You and the other two turned around to see Gilbert standing behind you three with his arms crossed and a disappointed scrawl narrowing his ruby eyes. And let's just admit it already, the moonlight could not do justice to what it was doing to his pale complexion; and here you were thinking that albinos looked sickly, Gilbert is nothing but God like with his almost inhuman appearance.

Gilbert: catching you off guard
Vill, do jou vant to?

Wait what? Was he talking to you; about what? Oh snap, what do you do? Well it is Gilbert and from what you know about him he seems responsible and caring; he would have told you to go back if you were in trouble anyway. What the hay, this could be fun!

You: holding back a smile while looking up at Gilbert
Ah, sure.

...

You brought a glass cup up to your face and felt the cool feeling of liquid trying to sneak in past the barrier that was you soft lips, you squeezed your eyes tight and opened your lips to take a quick small gulp. Within seconds of the liquid touching your tastebuds it left your mouth and was sprayed all over the cement floor; with a shaky hand placing the glass down on the table and then realised that it wasn't apple juice. You had followed the three guys to a secret building and inside there was a plethora of wooden barrels, and from the colour of the liquid you just assumed that it was homemade apple juice; the building was a brewery. The three had small smiles on their faces as they watched your reaction while they each wielded a glass of the foggy yellowish liquid.

Mathias: walking over to you and patting you on your back
First time with beer, eh elsker? Have another sip, try and build up an immunity to the taste!

You looked at his glowing blue eyes with an ill feeling building up in your stomach; yep, this Dane deferentially was dropped on his head as a baby.

Arthur: catching your attention
To be honest love, I was rather shocked that you agreed to try some of our brewed beer. Promise you won't snitch on us, this brewery is like a form of money in this school, we use what we produce from it to get things we need... That and something else. (Smirking)

Yikes, Arthur was starting to sound really drunk, towards the end of the sentence he slurred his words a lot and seemed wobbly on his feet. OH GOD! Your in a hidden room far away from anyone else to hear you, with three guys that are most likely not thinking straight from all the alcohol they had consumed and your the first feminine thing they have seen in over a decade. Actually, let's calm down, only Arthur seems like he is semi drunk and honestly he doesn't seem like the strongest guy ever, so that means Mathias and Gilbert would help is something got outta hand; Mathias was tempting you to drink more though. Does this mean that Gilbert is the only one you can trust right now then? You looked over and noticed that Gilbert has consumed roughly six-ish bottles; ok so he must deferentially be under the influence, new plan. Ditch bushy brows, the albino and Mr. Gravity Defying Locks; this is definitely not a safe place for you right now, nothing personal, but you just don't trust a trio of teenage boys fuelled on alcohol. You began to slowly back away towards the door, but as soon as you twisted the door handle a voice caught your attention.

Gilbert: looking at you
Are jou going back to jour dorm?

A shaky nod from your head engulfed his face in a bright smile.

Gilbert: tossing you a bottle of beer
Vell think fast! Goodnight frau, hide vthat for vhenever jou need a good drink.

You smiled at him as you held the bottle in your hand and excited after Mathias and Arthur wished you a goodnight as well. That was far more easier than you thought it was going to be, but what are you going to do with this bottle of home brew.

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So sorry about not updating very much recently, I've been trying to get ahead on my schoolwork and I'm just also a victim of procrastination; guilty has charged 😉
Also, the title of this chapter I don't understand at all, but I was like BAM! Words that kind tie in with the chapter plot and I'm too tired to think... So enjoy! (Sorry if it makes no sense, I can't even comprehend anything, actually maybe I should wait until the morning to re-read through it again, but nah!)

Anywho, I'm also trying to finish off the other book (lol can't remember it's name, guess who's sleep deprived again!). I have been working on another Hetalia book, but it's 'different' to what I usually do, so I'm excited to see how that works out. Once Hetalia X Reader: The Accidental Global Threat 'sequel' (I'm 99% sure that this is what it's called! but I'm too tired to check) is done I will realise the new book.    Hint: F.A.C.E   <--- that's all I'm letting you know for now, but I guess it's rather obvious who's gonna be in it XD

THANK YOU FOR READING!

~BlueTimeFly
(Bye, imma sleep now!)