Holiday (SpaMano with lil bits of GerIta, USUK, PruHun, and platonic RoMerica.)

6 - Beach

"Rise and shine, dears! We're going to the beach today!!"

I sat up in bed, and rubbed my eyes. Hungary at it again with more 'exciting adventures' for us. Of course, I know her scheme. Getting us to go to the beach, so she can see us shirtless. Typical.

But I've noticed she's been nicer to me lately, and I appreciate that.

"Antonio?" I glanced over, and he wasn't there anymore. Jeez, for once he actually woke up before me.

Reaching out, I tried to get out of bed, and fell out as a result. I sighed, and went off to look for him.

"Lovi?"

"?!?!?!?!!!!!"

I gasped, and he came out from behind me, with a huge grin on his face. Glaring at him, I held up my hand again as if I were going to flick his forehead again. Antonio ducked away, and laughed.

"Not today, Lovi," he snickered. I let out a groan, and went off to get my clothes.

Then it hit me.

I hadn't packed anything for the beach. Hungary wasn't even invited in the first place – she just came out of nowhere. So the beach day wasn't even originally planned.

Even Antonio and Feli realized they didn't pack anything, and so Hungary decided she'd take us out to buy some swimwear. And apparently she's going to 'suggest' some. Great.

The seven of us walked in the mall, with Japan leading us the way. All of a sudden, Hungary started walking in a completely fucking different direction. 

Japan went after her, and tapped her shoulder. "Hungary-san," he said, pointing to the way we were going, "I do not often go outside shopping for the appropriate clothing for the beach, however I believe the nearest beach shop is over there." Hungary's green eyes gleamed, and she shook her head. "No, Japan, the ones in the shop I found are cheaper," she replied, firmly crossing her arms in affirmation. "Come on now, dears, let's go!"

Japan's shoulders sank a little, he gave a little sigh, and motioned for us to follow Hungary.

Should've known not to trust Hungary.

The brunette bitch had taken us to a fucking lingerie store!!

I stood around, mortified that she had taken us to such a place. Japan's eyes twitched in shock. His face turned a shade of red.

"H-H-Hungary-san," he stuttered, shaking, "This is not exactly a, uhm, suitable place for swimsuits..."

Hungary glared at him. "You six aren't the only ones looking for swimsuits, you know!" she puffed, offended. "I need to buy my swimsuit here," she muttered. "Then you guys can go to your tacky swimwear store."

We stood in silence, and the woman turned around and shot us a glare.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come inside, you sillies!!" said Hungary, taking my arm and pulling me inside.

"H-Hey, you can't just fucking do that –" I yelled, and she held up the camera. My face paled, as she waved it in my face. I sighed, and went inside the shop, embarrassed.

"B-But this is a lingerie store, is it not?" Japan asked, his face still red, as he tried to shield his eyes away from the various (minimal) clothing in the store. I felt sorry for the poor guy. He just wanted to get out, no matter what.

"Kiku, my friend," the girl sighed, "I'll have you know that I have been to this shop before, and they had swimsuits for women. I'll just buy what I want, then I'll let you all go."