AN: This is something I've had on my tumblr for a bit now...It's a 2Ptalia one-shot. If you don't know what that is, basically it's a bunch of recolours of the Hetalia characters, and the fandom has different interpretations of them. So this is one of mine. Also, this is not a USUK fic; England and America are more-or-less the main characters.
DISCLAIMER: Kankoku-ssi does not own Hetalia. All the 2Ptalia designs used here belong to Uhoh-Beek of tumblr. The idea of organ repossession-as used here-belongs to Repo! The Genetic Opera

Beijing, China, 2016.

"Are you breathing yet?" England asks as he watches America lay on the floor, blood leaking out of his body. "Come on, America, this isn't fun." Blue eyes scan America's body as England pulls it inside. "You didn't pay for your organs, did you? I told you that you'd need to, but no, you didn't listen to me, America. England knows best; I told you that; we're in China's country, and China has organ-repossessing laws here."

America body shuddered as he stood up then. He vomits more blood onto the floor, but England could care less as he watches the organs inside America begin to regenerate and the skin stitch itself up in that way that all the nations could do. "Shut your fucking mouth, England." He growls lowly and shakes as he vomits blood onto the floor again.

England sighs and shakes his head as he re-adjusts his tie. "Now now, poppet, don't be so rude—oh butterscotch. France, wipe that look off your face." The barely-shortest of the three nations walks over to the light-haired violet-eyed blond and England begins to adjust France's collar. England's hands shake as he looks back at America, who's pulling the bloody clothes off of his body. "America… America met one of China's Repossession Men and got himself hurt I should tell China about that—"

France covers up England's mouth and sighs as he says, "Amerique, we told you not to go outside while you were out there. The fact that they're trying to repossess you so soon already—when you've already paid the debt—means that China's not going to approve of this for much longer."

"Fucking shut up, Frenchie. Now where's Canada?" America asks, red eyes narrowing as he begins to walk to the shower.

"Canada est*—"

"I'm right here." Canada snarls out to America, "And I told you that I'm the only one allowed to beat the shit out of you. What did you do, not pay a debt to China?"

"Da, Amerika, chto vy*—" Russia asks as he walks over; the five of them are all in one of China's hotel's rooms because there was simply safety in numbers; England couldn't stand Russia, and Canada couldn't stand America anyways.

"Repo men." America says as he brings them all back—mentally—for a few moments. "Though when it comes to my organs, I'm pretty fucking sure my boss would have paid for that debt—"

The phone rings then, and England picks it up with a brisk, "Hello? Ah, yes, he's in the room, Mr. Obama. One moment, please." He hands the phone to America, "It's your boss."

America takes the phone and talks in a low voice, before he smiles and says, "Well, fuck." He hangs up. "My boss forgot to pay that debt."

"Canada est—": (French) Canada is—

"Da, Amerika, chto vy—": (Russian) Yes, America, what did you—

Read and review and all that. If you like the idea, tell me in the review, and I'll see if I can spit out a few more drabbles...