Disclaimer: So yes, I have been sucked in to Hetalia's awesomeness. I know I have another story on FF that I should really finish, but this was part of a writing contest in my club so I thought I might as well put it up. Reviews and critiques are welcomed. I do not own Hetalia.
Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero. ~Marc Brown
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It wasn't supposed to end up like this America repeated in his head for the hundredth time as he dragged England through the battle field. England's dead weight was taking a toll on America as his legs kept buckling underneath him. Blood, so much blood everywhere. America gritted his teeth as he stumbled behind a large boulder. Germany's grenades were going off left and right narrowing missing them. He noted that the boulder should give them shelter for a little while. America's nerves were grating him as he watched England's unmoving form. His blond hair was matted against his head, and his skin had become even more paled. America turned his attention to England as he tried to shift him in a better position until he noticed something wet on the green uniform. It was blood. America cursed as he tried to put pressure on the wound. Tears silently rolled down his face as America cursed again as he tried to hold himself together. How? He cried. How could this happen?
Two Days ago…
"Hey! England! I got some super, important news!" America shouted as he burst through the door into the meeting room. The allies, used to America's spastic behavior quickly got over the shock and sighed heavily.
"You're late." England stated blandly.
"Ah! But for a good reason!" America said as he quickly un-wrapped a burger. He strode up to the black board and started to draw stick figures of the Axis powers. "I have figured out the Axis position and," America paused dramatically. "found out that Germany and Japan finally abandoned Italy!"
"Really? So what do we do now?" China said eagerly.
"Probably beat information out of Italy or just spy on him." France concluded.
"Hey give me some credit guys. I'm not that predictable." America complained. "Anyway, here's the plan: Me and England will go and capture Italy, get information and spy on the Axis Powers. It turns out he's been hiding in an abandoned factory in Spain."
"Why do you two get to go?" Russia asked politely with a tint of pure evil.
"Because England is one of the best spies I know." America answered as he chomped on his hamburger. "And me because I'm the hero!" America added. England's bushy eyebrows twitched irritatingly.
"Couldn't you have said something sooner about this?" England growled.
"It's not my fault Italy keeps changing his mind on his hiding spots." America mumbled through the hamburger. America didn't want to admit it but he had trouble keeping track of the guy let alone finding him in the first place. If there was one thing Italy was good at besides running, it was hiding. "And besides, it will be a pretty boring mission. We just go in and out. With Italy's weakness, Germany's loudness, and Japan's… uh… Japanness this will be a quick mission" America declared as he pointed at his team with bits and pieces of his hamburger flying off and hitting everyone.
"What are we supposed to do?" France cried out, trying to wipe the greasy hamburger out of his gorgeous blond hair.
"Stand guard." England supplied. He was catching onto America's idea. "We need strong arms to protect our base. Just in case of anything goes wrong."
"All right!" America boomed who finally finished his hamburger. "Road Trip!" as he slung his arm around England who in return push him back angrily.
One Hour Ago…
He was surrounded. He should have known it was a trap. His lungs strangely hurt from breathing in the moldy air in the abandoned factory. Every small sound was magnified and the barren open space in the factory gave no hiding places. In all his centuries of this world, he certainly faced more difficult times than this. Or at least that was what he was trying to convince himself. He and America got separated at some point during the battle which left him alone facing three of the Axis Powers. So that was their plan after all. Clever thinking. England thought grimly. Germany faced him straight on as Japan stood off to his right blocking his only exit. Even Italy was standing guard seriously.
"Wow Germany! You're so smart! I can't believe England was so stupid to fall for your trap! Can I have my pasta now?" Well, that didn't last long England thought as his respect for Italy dropped even lower.
"NO!" Germany yelled as Italy whimpered. "Well, at least we finally found something you can actually exceed at." Germany made a quick note in his notebook. Italy = good bait.
"We have you surrounded. It would seem that it would be imperative to surrender." Japan said calmly.
England laughed. "Never," he replied stoically.
"Still think you can take us?" Germany replied smug as he lifted his pistol.
"I still have some tricks left up my sleeve." England said as he reached behind him. He pulled out his leather bound book as his fingers tingled when his hand made contact with the book. England grinned as he felt the surge of magic. Japan whipped out his sword getting into battle mode. As for Italy… Italy had his white flag ready.
"Luco!" England cried as the book glowed brightly. Germany and Italy were blinded while Japan made his move.
Japan closed his eyes. He didn't need his sight. Using his other senses he felt England 's chi and attacked. England barely had enough time to leap out of the way as the sword cut towards him. England cried out as he felt a sharp pain in his right arm. But Japan didn't even give England the chance to breathe as he came again with an over head strike. Without thinking, England brought the book over his head and blocked the attack. A struggle of strength commenced as Japan tried to push England back. Italy was about to call out stalemate when...
Bang. England's eyes widened suddenly as his breath left his body. He collapsed on the cold concrete floor writhing in pain. Blood started to pool around him as he watched Germany walk towards him. The gun was still smoking as Germany reloaded it.
"Do you give up?" Germany asked again. Blue eyes met fading green as England managed to croak,
"Never"
"I would reconsider pointing that gun at England if I were you!" A boisterous voice boomed. Startled, the Axis powers looked up. America stood on the second floor landing. After thinking what would Chuck Norris do in a situation like this he decided to jump and land in front of England.
England would have made an insult if he could actually hear what America was saying. That's strange. He's usually so loud… His vision started to darken as he quickly fell into unconsciousness.
