Busch Gardens Europe (Hetalia Reader Insert)

   You had been waiting all year to go on this trip. You, Ludwig, Arthur, Feliciano and Francis were finally going to Busch Gardens Europe in Williamsburg, Virginia. You were a little sad though, because your friend, Alfred told you that he had to work that day. You got up earlier than usual today so that all of you could be at the park's gates early. You had just finished getting dressed and started brushing your hair when you heard a knock on your hotel room door.
   "Coming!" you shouted as you ran to the door, forgetting about brushing you hair.
   When you opened the door, you found Ludwig standing in the hallway, his German flag colored backpack slung over his shoulder.
   "Guten tag, Fräulein ______. Are you ready to go?"
   You nodded, ran back inside your room to grab your own (your country's flag) backpack and followed him down to the hotel's lobby where both of you waited for the other three. Arthur and Francis arrived soon after you and Ludwig plopped down in the lobby's comfy chairs, wearing their own countries' flag backpacks. After five minutes of waiting, Ludwig tromped up the stairs to retrieve Feli from his room, mumbling something along the lines of "Lazy Italian bastard". You opened up your backpack and rifled through it until you found a bottle of sunscreen.
   "Might as well put this on while we're waiting." you muttered.
   "I could help you with that." said Francis, giving you that perverted grin that always made you feel uneasy.
   "Shut up, you wanker!" snapped Arthur, "You'll just make _______ feel uncomfortable!"
   He turned to you and held out his hand, "Allow me."
   You smiled and handed him the bottle. The cold sunscreen being squirted on the back of your neck made you shiver, but the chilly feeling went away as Arthur massaged the sunscreen into your skin and handed the bottle back to you. You took a few more squirts to cover your arms and legs. All of you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
   "Let's go." said Ludwig, who had dragged poor Feliciano down the stairwell.
   The five of you sat down on a pair of benches in the English setting, reading your map in the bright Virginia sunlight.
   "What should we go on first?" you asked your companions.
   "Ve~ I think we should ride the rides in Italy!" replied Feli.
   "Nein." said Ludwig, "It's too early for zhe vater rides zhat zhey have zhere."
   "Oui, 'ow about we go over to the French area?" suggested Francis.
   "Here's an idea," said Arthur, "how about we let _______ choose what we should do first?"
   "Well, I'd like to get some breakfast." you said, "How about we discuss this while we eat?"
   "Sounds good to me!~" smiled Feli, "I'm starving!"
   Over breakfast, you and the guys decided on this line of attack: You would hit Scotland first to ride the "Loch Ness Monster" coaster, go to Ireland to ride Europe in the Air and visit the magic shop (per Arthur's request), continue on to Wolf Haven/valley, France for the "Griffon", New France, and Germany for lunch (Ludwig had insisted upon it so he could get beer with his lunch), Italy for water rides and dinner, and finally end your day with IllumiNights back in England.
   "Um, are you sure this was a good idea?" asked Arthur nervously as the Griffon climbed up the track.
   "Totally!" you answered with a grin, "It'll feel like you're flying, Iggy!"
   As the coaster reached the top of the hill, you sent Feliciano a silent message that only the two of you understood. He smiled at you and nodded. Ludwig noticed the signal and the look on his face told you that he was trying to figure out what you and Feli had planned. When the vehicle stopped and hung there at the top of the hill for a few seconds, you and the red-headed Italian filled your lungs with as much air as they could hold. The coaster finally dropped down the 90 degree slope and you both screamed as loud as you could:
   "PASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"
   On the ends of your group, Arthur and Francis were spewing out curses in their native tongues. Ludwig, who was sitting in between you and Francis, seemed to be enjoying himself; he was actually letting loose for once, shouting out the name of his favorite drink:
   "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeer!!!!"
   You and the boys had just finished eating lunch and were now standing in line for Curse of DarKastle. The five of you finished watching the preshow and you could have sworn that the narrator called the villain of the ride "Mad Little Ludwig". Apparently you weren't the only one who heard it, because a tipsy Arthur started singing the phrase to the tune of the My Little Pony theme song. Francis and Feliciano quickly joined in, singing in the key of drunk. You considered joining their drunken choir (mainly because you were sober and could carry a tune), but you could feel Ludwig's dagger stare; silently advising you not to try jumping in. You could tell that his patience was growing thin with those three. Without warning, he reached out and slapped Arthur and Francis on the face, quickly snapping them out their tipsy trance. He held his hand up to smack Feli, but you didn't want to see the sweet Italian cry, so you jumped in between them. The force of Ludwig's hand striking your face was powerful enough to knock you onto the ground; you cried out in pain as your body hit the hard floor. Ludwig's shocked gaze flickered back and forth between you and his hand.
   "Oh scheiße!" he shouted as you rubbed your sore cheek, "I'm so sorry ______, are you alright?"
   "That depends on how you define 'alright'." You responded as you picked yourself off of the ground.
   "I vasn't trying to hit you."
   "I know, Ludwig," you said with a weak smile, "but I couldn't bear to see him get hurt."
   He extracted a cold water bottle out of his backpack for you to use as a temporary ice pack.
   "I really am sorry."
   "It's okay, I forgive you."
   "Ve~! ______'s my Alfred!" said Feli.
   "What!? What do you mean, 'I'm your Alfred'?" you asked him with a small smile.
   "Alfred always says that he's the hero. Remember?"
   You and Ludwig looked at each other and laughed. The incident was soon forgotten and all of you took a seat in the horseless sleighs.
   (Moments later)
   "It's too bad that you weren't the villain, Luddy." you smiled.
   "Vhy?"
   "I think you'd make a damn sexy werewolf!"
   The blonde-haired German's face turned bright red at your comment. "Danke."
   "Ve~ That ride was kinda scary!" Feli said, shaking a little.
   "Well, I didn't find it scary!" chimed Arthur, "I conjure up scarier things than that!"
   "Yeah, it's called 'British cooking'!" a familiar voice shouted behind you.
   You all whirled around and saw your friend Alfred standing there, American flag backpack hanging onto his back.
   "'Sup homies?"
   "You sly dog!" you laughed as you glomped him. "I thought you said you couldn't come with us."
   "Well, my boss decided to give me the day off at the last minute." he replied as he messed up your hair with a nuggie, "I tried calling you, but you wouldn't answer your phone."
   "We were about ready to ride some more rides here and then go over to Italy for some water rides before dinner." stated Francis.
   "Awesome!" exclaimed Alfred, "I need to cool off after trying to catch up with you guys."
   "You're wearing sunscreen, oui?"
   "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
   "Vell, you look a little red." replied Ludwig, "Have you had anything to drink recently?"
   "No."
   Arthur pulled out an ice cold water bottle out of his backpack's cooler compartment and gave it to Alfred.
   "I know it's not that cola that you constantly drink, but this will make you feel better than if I gave you a soda."
   Alfred opened the bottle and greedily gulped down the water. He wiped the excess water off his mouth and smiled, "Thanks, bro."
   "You're welcome." said Arthur, returning the smile.
   "Oh, bloody hell!" screamed Arthur as another wave splashed over the edge of the large inner tube raft, soaking him and Francis and messing up Ludwig's slicked back hair.
   You, Alfred and Feliciano laughed, then the raft suddenly shifted, pushing the three of you into a series of waterfalls. The guys opposite of you chuckle as the water poured down on you and the other boys. When the raft drifted away from the falls, Alfred took off his glasses (which he had affectionately nicknamed "Texas") and smiled at you and Feli; a smile that only meant one thing: "Follow my lead". He shook his head wildly, spraying the guys with even more water. You and Feli joined in, but you ended up soaking everyone because your (h/c) strands were the longest.
   "Oops." you said with a sheepish grin.
   "Hahahahaha! Don't sweat it, ______." laughed Alfred as he put Texas back on.
   "Oh hon hon hon~! I think you've won the wet T-shirt contest, ______." said Francis as he flashed his perverted smile at you.
   Your face turned as red as Feli's hair and you covered your chest up with your arms.
   "Can it, froggy." you muttered as you slapped one of his hands that was getting too close.
   BAM! BOOM!
   The six of you sat on the familiar pair of benches and watched the colorful explosions illuminate the night sky.
   "Ve~ they're so magnifico!" said Feliciano.
   You smiled and messed up his hair, being careful not to touch that odd curl on the left side of his head. You were sitting on the first bench in between Alfred and Ludwig. With a devious smile, you placed one arm around Alfred and the other around Ludwig, causing both men to blush. Feli and Arthur sat on the ground in front of the bench, both of them rested their heads on either one of your legs. Francis lounged on the other bench alone as punishment for trying to grope you on Roman Rapids. He looked at you with big blue puppy dog eyes, silently pleading you to forgive him.
   "Are you going to try to grope me again?" you finally asked the Frenchman.
   "Non." replied Francis, "Now can I please sit with you guys?"
   "Ja, fine." sighed Ludwig, "Just don't molest anyone else."
   "Merci!" said Francis, quickly getting off the bench and plopping down on the pavement next to Arthur.
   You began to feel a little cold so you retrieved a thin jacket out of your backpack and put it on, but it did little to keep the cool Virginia evening air out. All of the boys felt you shiver.
   "You still cold, ______?" asked Alfred.
   You looked at him and nodded.
   "Vell, ve can fix zhat." smiled Ludwig.
   He placed his muscular arm around your shoulder and Alfred put his arms around your waist and cuddled you. Now it was you're turn to blush; the next thing you knew, all the boys had you in a group hug as you all watched the fireworks finale.