Ohmygodlookwhoitis.
Haha, well exams finished a while ago~! I think Chemistry and Stats went REALLY well, but Human Bio and History went okay bordering good. XD
However, I'm back at college and still doing work! I even have a Human Bio project in for 10th July! Stressful stuff! ;A;
But hey. That's life for you. :/
Anyway, I'll get back to I am Hetalia when I get the summer off, but in the mean time, have this!
To explain, I have this headcanon that the nations are part of the 'World Protection Organisation' (WPO) which aims to protect life (human or animal) and environment on Earth. It's like the FBI but less shady, international and a bit more secret. There are HQ's all over the world and are very high-tech and the agents have high-tech equipment at their disposal. Humans are a huge part of the organisation, but countries hold high positions and the ancients are the Heads of Organisation. (Yes. My imagination has run wild, yo.) :')
So, here we have a fic exploring the relationship between Molossia (Shawn) and Seborga (Marcello). I just wanted to see how these two characters would interact. It is meant to be more of a MolSeb friendship, but take it as romance if you will~ (Sorry for what I did to them in this chapter! ;_; )
Ah, there's going to be some LatLiech too because I love that pairing! 8D
Enjoy and stay tuned for chapter two!
Chapter 1: Impending Doom
The mission was definitely not going to plan.
It was supposed to be simple. Track down the location of some shady thugs were a part of an illegal worldwide drug trade; chase the bastards down when they ran and have them arrested. Just as simple as that. (Well, that was as simple as it got at The World Protection Organisation.) Erika and Raivis were even stationed with back-up.
Then how were Marcello and Shawn in their current predicament?
The sleek, black BMW was no longer speeding after the pair of thugs, but now heading straight for the deserted pier. A slight lapse in concentration from the Molossian micronation and the car veered violently to the left and set course for the cerulean ocean.
"Cazzo! Hit the brakes!" Marcello gripped onto the dashboard with all his might. Not like that would help anything.
"I would," Shawn madly slammed down on the brakes continuously, "if they fucking worked! And the damn accelerator's jammed!"
The Seborgan stared at the young man next to him in mild shock. Those filthy bastards actually had the brains to cut their breaks? It seemed that Marcello and Shawn and carelessly underestimated the drug dealers. And they were meeting the consequences.
"This, this is our fault. We underesti-" The micronation began but never finished.
"THIS ISN'T THE FUCKING TIME!" Shawn roared. Marcello paled.
The dark-haired male growled as the pier drew closer. He was both frustrated for being reckless and being in this god forsaken situation. Especially with someone who was proving to be no use to him during a dire dilemma. Damn it all!
Marcello felt so useless. He was just sitting there in fear as Shawn was desperately trying to stop the suicidal vehicle. He racked his brain for a solution, though his panicked state of mind did not help his thinking. What can we do? Dannazione, I can't think! The micronation clenched his teeth and ground them together in anxiety while staring at the quickly approaching water.
Think Marcello, think! Crucial seconds ticked by until the sienna-haired male gasped. "Raivis and Erika!" We can contact them!" Marcello cried.
Shawn quickly nodded at the tan male as he yelled into his earpiece. "Erika! Raivis! We need your help urgently!"
Only a static buzz in response.
"The damn signal is shit!" cried Shawn.
"We can try HQ!" Marcello furiously fiddled with the buttons in the earpiece until he got the right frequency. "HQ! We require urgent assista-"
More static. It was to be the anthem of their doom.
Both males gulped. There was no hope of communication; no chance of them being saved. All was silent in the car apart from the roaring of the ferocious engine. Both micronations stared with wide eyes at the ocean that was just inches in front of them.
When had they reached the pier?
"SHIT!" Both cursed in unison as the car reached the end of the wooden structure. Marcello dug his nails into the dashboard as Shawn tried desperately to turn the steering wheel in hope of aborting take off. But to no avail.
Time seemed to stop as the vehicle left the flat surface and hurtled into the air. Both agents held their breath, knowing that no-one else would hear that screams. They accepted that fate was cruel and collision with the water was inevitable.
The metal carriage plummeted into the sparkling ocean below.
Translations:
Cazzo - fuck
Dannazione - dammit
