DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, NEITHER THE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA. THIS IS A FANFICTION.

"I guess… We're about to lose, huh?" Denmark panted with a defeated smirk on his face, staring down at the other four countries below him.

Neither of the Nordic Countries replied. Sweden was busy being a support to Finland, who laid his backs against him and rested. Norway and Iceland were quiet by nature, and this time they really didn't want to talk, mostly because of their wounds.

Denmark sighed and jammed his axe on the floor with all his strength. The noise echoed through the deposit's walls, making the five of them jump a little. He then slid down to the floor, where his friends' were seated. Denmark looked around and checked their state.

Iceland was barely bruised, but all because Norway had taken all the potential blows on himself by placing his body in front of his younger brother every time something was about to hit him. Finland, on another hand, was seriously injured. A rock had hit him on the head on their way to a safer place and he'd fallen on the floor. Sweden had been agile and picked him up almost immediately, but as soon as he did it, another rock hit both of them, making the dizzy Finland pass out completely. His head was bleeding and nobody knew if he was awake or not.

Denmark himself had strained an ankle and his left arm was covered in bruises, but he was holding the pain well. He wouldn't show his friends' any sign of pain. They already were bad enough with their own problems.

"At least we found a place to rest for a while." Continued him, dusting off his clothes.

Iceland was hugging his knees and rested his chin on his arms. He couldn't believe that was happening. The entire world suddenly went crazy, and he didn't even know the reason. Small tears formed in his eyes and he silently started to sob. Norway scooted closer to him and put an arm around his brother. Norway's arms hurt with every move he made, but his face still stood expressionless.

"You're crying?" Asked Denmark, with eyes wide open. "Right now? Oh, give me a break! You're a country, for crying out loud, act like one!"

"Shut it." Said Norway, launching him a dangerous stare. But Denmark didn't seem to notice.

"We're in the middle of a war here. People don't pity you because you're small and innocent, they kill you. And, news for you kid, you're not even that small!"

"Denmark, I'm warning you." Norway was now ready to punch his friend on his face. Denmark was inconvenient sometimes, but this wasn't one of the fun times where they were just hanging out.

"You're his big brother, aren't you? Then you tell him to stop crying and act like a real country, or else his territory is screwed!"

Before Norway could even begin to close his fist, there was a sound at the deposit's door. The five Nordic Countries turned their heads simultaneously to where the sound came from. The silence inside the place was cutting. Nothing happened for a while, and Denmark turned his head back to his friends.

"My imagination…"

Suddenly a huge blow made the door fly to the other side of the deposit. Denmark and Sweden were up in seconds, each one with their weapons in hand. Norway grabbed Finland and rested his unconscious body on himself. Iceland's eyes were still watery, but the fear had made him stop crying.

On where the door once was, now stood three figures that no one could indentify because of the light outside casted a shadow on them. The three took steps forward and slowly their faces became clear.

"You…" Whispered Denmark.

"What an honor to be recognized." The voice of France resonated through the corridors.

"Don't compliment him; he's already too annoying as it is." Joked England, the person in the middle. France let out a small 'hmph', but with a smirk on his face.

"Who wouldn't recognize the hero?" Said at least America, smiling happily as always, but with a wicked tone to it. Denmark clenched his teeth.

"What d'you wan' with us?" Asked Sweden. England smiled.

"I though it would be obvious already? We want to conquer you. It is a war after all, so the biggest, the better."

"You three want to conquer us five? How is the splitting up going to be? England gets all of us and leaves what he considers useless with the other two? Like always?" Even though Denmark knew he was in no position of making fun of anyone, he couldn't stop himself from insulting the most unlikely alliance in the world.

But to his surprise, England smiled even more.

"Oh, no, don't worry about that. You should leave important business to the grown ups. We've already settled the territory separation, but that's not of your concern. Now," He took a step forward. "Should we begin by taking you two down first?"

"Come and get it, pirate boy."

"Denmark…" Sweden was about to tell him to shut up and run. They were wounded and vulnerable, while France, England and America didn't even seem to have a scratch.

"I like your determination. Francis, Alfred, have fun." And with that being said, America and France took out their swords and ran towards the two Nordics, yelling. Despite everything, Denmark smiled and stood where he was, waiting for the blow.

He knew it would hurt, but he didn't care.

The world was a chaos. And the worst of all, there didn't even seem to be a reason for it. The entire world was fighting against each other without an explanation. But as soon as the first two countries declared war to each other, the world saw an opportunity. The opportunity to expand its territories.

War.

Conquests.

The sweet flavor of being stronger than someone.

Forming alliances.

Defeating countries.

It was a sensation that the world had forgotten, and now it came back like a thunder.

So now the reason for fighting was for the simple nostalgia of fighting.

War for war.

And they wanted to know who would win.

"Give one more step, and you're dead." Switzerland's voice was so cold that made the great Turkey shiver. The masked man turned around to see a beaten up Switzerland pointing a gun to him. He couldn't understand. After beating the blonde down several times, he still stood on his feet. How?

"You've got guts, kid. Why is that? All because of her?" Said Turkey, pointing his knife to Liechtenstein. She girl was taken by fear, but not for her. She was afraid for Vash.

"Big brother…" Sobbed her, tears spilling through her face. Switzerland looked at her and managed a warm smile. There was blood covering his face and one of his eyes could barely open.

"Don't worry Lilli. You'll be fine."

"Will she?" And with a quick movement, Turkey spun around, grabbed Liechtenstein by her collar and put her in front of him like a shield. Vash took a moment to realize what had happened, but by then it was too late. Turkey was now protected by the strongest shield in the world.

"Bastard…" Said Switzerland, lowering his gun. The man smiled.

"That's better, eh? Why are you so worked up over this small country? It's not like it'll make any difference."

It does make a difference. More than you can imagine.

"I swore to protect her, and that's what I'll do, it doesn't matter what you say. Now let her go." Said Vash through clenched teeth. Turkey only laughed.

"You're in disadvantage here, kid. I'll take her with me. I'll even be nice and let you recover and then give you another chance to retrieve her. What do you say? You seem like a nice opponent."

"Screw you." Spitted Switzerland. Turkey's smile vanished from his face.

"Ah, well. You lose then. Any last words to your bro, little lady?" Asked Turkey, putting his knife on Lilli's throat. Vash wanted to strangle that man so bad, but he couldn't move.

Damn it… I've failed.

"Big brother… A-are you all right?" Liechtenstein managed to say. Vash looked up at her, not believing in what he had heard.

She's worried about me?

"Lilli…" Switzerland gasped.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it!

"I-I just wanted to say… That I'll always be thankful… For everything you've e-ever done for me, big brother…" Lilli was still crying and everything Vash wanted to do was hug her. It hurt so bad seeing her little sister suffering that he didn't even want to think about it.

When the war started, Switzerland wanted to be neutral, just like he's always been. But things changed drastically when he came back home and saw Turkey on his backyard, and Liechtenstein on the floor. Something clicked on his brain that moment, and that's when his neutrality went flying through the air. They could try to mess with him.

But no one messed with Liechtenstein.

"Just that? A 'thank you'? You're pathetic. Elveda, little girl."

"Wait! Take me instead!" Blurted out Switzerland. Turkey stopped his knife in the middle of the air. He looked at Vash, considering his offer.

"Hmm… You're bigger. And without you she'd be vulnerable." He scratched his chin, still holding onto Lilli. "I liked the idea. It's stupid, but hey, you're the one proposing it. Deal."

"Big brother, no!" Yelled Lilli. If there was something worst than dying, it was watching her own brother die in front of her.

"Shut up. And you," Said Turkey, pointing his head to Vash. "Drop the gun and come here."

Vash did just as he was told and dropped his gun as far as he could. It would be useless, anyway. He couldn't think straight. Liechtenstein was safe, but that was in exchange for his own life. Was this really the best decision he could think of?

I'm so stupid. Forgive me, Lilli…

Before Switzerland could get close enough, something weird happened. Suddenly, Turkey was lifted in the air and thrown on his backs on the grass. The knife flew off his hands as he groaned in pain.

"What the…?"

And another weird thing happened. He looked up and saw Liechtenstein pointing a gun to him. Her eyes were covered by her bangs and her stance was that of a perfect assassin.

Vash and Turkey were speechless.

"L-Lilli…?" Mumbled Switzerland. Liechtenstein didn't reply.

"Where did that gun…?"

"Any last words, little boy?" Said Lilli in a cold tone, the same one Vash had used when pointing a gun to Turkey. The masked man gulped.

"I guess it runs in the family… The toughness." Said Turkey at least, smirking a bit. "Go ahead. Shoot—"

Before he could finish, she pulled the trigger.

Hi! How are you? So… This is my first Hetalia fanfic. Hope it's good so far. Reviews are good! And so are cookies!

This will go on for a while, so let me know if some character is OOC or if there is something wrong with the spelling. Well… See ya next chapter!

- TSL