Disclaimer: I do not any rights to Hetalia and this story is made for the purpose of entertainment without any profit or benefit toward myself.
"Tomorrow might be one of your many comrades' deaths, so I expect preparedness from all of you. But I'm sure all of you will not be harmed by this mere man." A blurred man from a television screen says, his voice pitched lower so the people before him don't figure out who he is.
The three teens in the room grunt in response while the man in the screen turns himself off.
The screen flips back to the show the teens in the room were watching until the announcement.
"Tomorrow, uh..." An American blonde teen mumbles.
"When is lunch going to be served?" A hungry and grumpy Italian teen grumbles.
The American teen leans back against the sofa he was sitting on. "I'm hungry too."
"Well, I'm hungrier!" A German teen shouts obnoxiously.
The American glares at the German. "No. I am." He says sternly.
"Yeah right. I invented hunger, so I'm obviously hungrier than every one of you." The German says with a matter-of-fact tone.
"No you didn't!" A male with a heavy Korean accent shouts as he jumps onto the German. "I invented hunger, and everything you love! Especially awesomeness."
The German glares up at the Korean. "Oh no you didn't! I'm the freaking definition of awesome, and you're nowhere near German!"
The Korean smacks the top of the German's head gently. "No no no! Koreans created awesomeness!"
"Totally true." The American says sarcastically. "Americans totally created awesomeness and heroism before all of yawl!"
"Please bitch. All Americans created was bitches. Need proof? You." The Korean says with a 'I'm-smart-bitch' face.
"You're the only bitch here!" The American sneers.
The Italian stares at the three teens with disbelieve all over his face. All this because of my question about lunch...
"What do you expect from three idiots?" A teen pops out from behind the sofa cushion the Italian was sitting at.
The Italian jumps, startled by the teen's entrance. "Don't pop out like that, Antonio!" He shouts at the teen, Antonio.
"Lo siento." Antonio smiles innocently at the Italian. "Lovino."
The Italian, Lovino, glares at Antonio before folding his arms and leaning against the cushion. "What are you here for anyways? I thought you were helping in the kitchen."
Antonio wraps his arms around Lovino from behind and shifts around so his mouth was near the Italian's ear. "Lunch is starting soon." He whispers into Lovino's ear.
The Italian blushes fiercely before shoving Antonio away from him and glaring down at his hands.
The fighting trio look at Antonio with anticipating eyes and run into the dining room. "Lunchtime!" They all shout as they run across the house to the dining room.
Antonio and Lovino stare at the trio with bewildered looks.
"Food food food food food food food!" The trio shouts while pounding their fists against the wooden table.
Another Italian teen stares at the trio with closed eyes.
"Food food food food food food food!" The trio continues to shout.
"Shut it!" A British teen shouts as he smacks the back of the trio's heads. "How annoying..."
The trio groan in pain as they rub their bruise.
"What was that for!?" The American whines to his brother.
"For being annoying, and ruining my reading." The Brit says with a pissed off face. "We have a mission tomorrow, and killing everyone's peacetime is not something on my good list!"
The American grins toothily and points at the Brit. "You said 'kill everyone's peacetime.'"
"I know what I said!" The Brit blushes at the comment.
"You're talking like me now Artie!" The American hugs the Brit, Arthur.
Arthur blushes redder and pushes the American off him. "Seriously!? Feli, just serve these three idiots their lunch!" And storms away while covering his red face.
The trio looks back at the Italian, Feliciano, and grin in sync. "Food food food food food food food!"
Feliciano lets out a heavy sigh before setting up the dining table for the three to have lunch. I wonder if I have it worse than Ludwig on a mission...
"Who are we killing today, Ludwig san?" A Japanese teen asks while getting out of a car.
"No one of any importance to us anymore." Another German teen, Ludwig, says while loading a gun.
The Japanese teen nods while holding his katana handle, ready to cut something. "How many guards?"
"Two at the gate entrance. Fifty scattered around the courtyard. And five surrounding our target." Ludwig brushes strands of blonde hair away from his eyes and places a bomb near the car they used to get to their current location. "Antonio and Im Yong are guards there, so be careful about who you kill."
"What's Arthur san doing?" The Japanese teen starts heading toward the gate entrance, his eyes dead black.
"Wiping the servants' memories so they forget about this place." Ludwig follows behind the teen. "Kiku, don't kill the target until Arthur gives us the signal to."
The Japanese teen, Kiku, nods "Sure." And passes by the two entrance guards in a quick pace. Like I'll ever listen to Arthur san.
The guards fall after seconds, coughing out pints of blood before landing hard on the ground.
Kiku speeds through the courtyard, unseen by forty eight guards in the courtyard.
Ludwig groans before jumping onto the courtyard, startling all the guards.
"Intruder!" The guards shout while surrounding Ludwig with their guns pointed to him.
Ludwig smirks before taking out his gun and shooting two guards.
The rest shoot unconsciously at Ludwig.
Alfred appears before Ludwig and a force shield surrounds the two. "You're welcome." Alfred says before running toward four guards and separating their heads from their bodies from a simple touch.
Ludwig grits his teeth before shooting three guards with his gun. "I didn't ask for your help."
"You didn't need to. A hero always knows when someone is in trouble." Alfred smirks when Ludwig kicks a guard against the gate wall.
The guard's whole body squishes at the impact. Red blood scatters on the wall and Ludwig's clothes and face.
"You mad bro?" Alfred smirk widens when Ludwig grabs two guards by the neck and shoves the two against the tree, practically slamming the two's heads together since the tree thinned by Ludwig's strength. He's mad.
"I'm not mad at all." Ludwig grits through his teeth as he shoots a guard before kicking a tree off the ground, leading it to fly toward a group of eight guards.
He's so obviously mad. Alfred snickers before sliding his fingers against the air around three guards.
The three guards start trying to find air around them to breath, gasping heavily while gripping their throats out of pain.
"I'm not mad!" Ludwig shouts as he tries to shoot a smirking and prancing Alfred.
The bullets hit the guards Alfred passes by, but not Alfred.
Ludwig gets more upset because of this fact.
Alfred glances at the six corpses behind him before jumping onto a tree branch and sticking his tongue out at Ludwig. "Those were my kills. Meanie!"
Ludwig glares at the childish Alfred and tries to shoots at him again.
Alfred snickers as he summons a force shield to protect him. "You can't kill me, ya fool!" And jumps off the branch to kill more guards.
Ludwig watches as Alfred prances around the courtyard, killing six guards by a touch.
"Three more left standing!" Alfred announces as he pounces at a lone guard hiding behind a large berry bush.
The guard shape shifts back in Antonio, who grins at a disappointed Alfred. "Lo siento, Alfred."
"Where's the remaining guard!?" Alfred growls before glancing at the guard he saw before, which turns out to be Im Yong. "Where is he!?"
Ludwig scans his surroundings, seeing no other guards that were in the courtyard. He couldn't have escaped. Could he?
The remaining guard pants silently as he crawls under the house's underground level, frightened by Alfred's and Ludwig's powers, and prepared to report the information he has gathered from the fight to his boss. I need to tell the boss about this. These people are monsters!
A low giggle startles the guard, making his stop all his movements.
The guard looks around him, scared to his wits. What was that? Did one of them find me? Did those two guards hiding tell them where I told them I was going to go!? No, I didn't tell them. And they weren't trusted with the information that there was an underground level. Maybe that giggle was just my- The guard's eyes go wide as he lets out an ear-piercing scream.
"Where could the last guard be?" Ludwig ponders out loud as he paces back and forth in front of his three comrades, not hearing the scream that lasted a second and then was muffled by a certain comrade.
A Russian teen giggles as he throws the frightened-to-near-death guard to Ludwig's feet. "Found him crawling in the house's underground floor."
Ludwig, Alfred, Antonio, and Im Yong stare at the Russian, scared too, by the teen's innocent but creepy giggle. What did he do!? They all think in sync as they stare at the guard frozen stiff in shock.
"I merely giggled next to him." The Russian states innocently.
No. You freaking scared him shitless. The four thought in sync as they give the Russian bewildered looks. How did he know what we were thinking!?
"I'm just taking guesses." The Russian states innocently again.
Taking guesses my butt! You already know what we're thinking before we even think it! The four scream in their heads.
"No. It's just guesses." The Russian glares darkly at the four. "Just guesses..."
The four nod frantically as they feel tears welling up in their eyes. Right right right. Guesses. Just guesses.
Ludwig coughs into his fist awkwardly, getting everyone's attention towards him. "Kiku is fighting inside the house right now. I'm sure he's done though, so lets find the room the target is in."
"Lets go find him then!" Im Yong shouts and runs into the house with great speed.
"Yes. Lets go then. Da?" The Russian follows behind Im Yong. "Oh. The guard is dead." And points to the forgotten guard on the floor, pale as a ghost and mouth open in shock.
The three exchanges looks with each other before following behind the Russian. Ivan's scary...
Kiku coughs up blood as he is shoved against the wooden floor.
Im Yong enters as Kiku tries to kick the guard off him, to no avail.
"K-Kiku!" Im Yong shouts as he runs toward Kiku and pushes the guard off his brother.
The guard stumbles onto the floor.
"Kiku didn't kill the guards here, Da." The Russian, Ivan, announces as he skips into the room and stares at the target innocently. "And the target is still alive."
"Why didn't you kill them yet?" Alfred whines as he kicks a guard away from him. "We have to deal with them now."
Kiku glares at Alfred before cutting down the second to last guard. "I got side tracked in the halls."
"By what? A niña bonita?" Antonio chimes in as he enters the room.
"You saw a cute girl in the halls!? You should have told me!" Alfred pouts as he pushes the last guard toward Kiku.
Kiku shakes his head frantically as he slashes through the last guard. "No! I just thought I saw someone I knew..."
"When can we kill him?" Ivan asks as his hands wrap around the target's neck.
"When Arthur says we can." Ludwig enters the room, taking a phone out afterwards and dialing in a number.
A long ring sounds throughout the room as the seven people wait silently for Arthur to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" A hyper sounding Arthur says through the phone.
"Can we kill the target yet?" Ludwig asks impatiently.
Arthur laughs maniacally for a few moments. A loud booming sound after his laugh. "Do whatever you want to him~" He sang. "Just do it within a minute~"
"You only gave us a minute!?" Im Yong shouts as he starts kicking the target for fun.
Ivan smirks and tightens his grip around the target's neck.
"Fifty three seconds~" Arthur sang.
"Kill him quickly guys! The police might come in seconds!" Ludwig shouts.
Antonio and Alfred join in the fun of torturing the target in the remaining time they had before the house exploded.
Kiku and Ludwig watch with deadpan looks at the four torturing the target.
"Forty six seconds~"
"Have your fun while we're running!" Ludwig shouts at the four, panicked by the leftover time they had to run out of the house.
The four nod while Alfred drags the target by his feet.
The six start running through the halls while four of them continue their torture to the target.
"Twenty five seconds~"
"We're almost out!" Im Yong declares as he sees trees ahead of the group and whilst stabbing the target's face.
"Thirteen seconds~"
"I love these kind of missions!" Alfred shouts while separating the target's arms from his body.
Antonio laughs at Alfred's comment. "You say that every time we have one of these missions." While kicking the target with great power, acting like it was an accident, even though it was obviously not.
"Seven seconds~"
"We're out!" Im Yong shouts as the group bursts out of the house.
The target breathing heavily and trying to stop heavy flows of blood from coming out of his injuries.
"Four seconds~"
"Put your hands up and come out of the home." A police office commands outside of the gate.
The group smirks to themselves as Lovino appears before them and teleports them back to their house.
"Boom~" And then a loud fit of giggles come from Arthur as a loud explosion sounds through the phone.
"We never are gonna get caught!" Alfred declares as he lays himself onto the couch. "That was so fun!"
"Glad you had fun." Gilbert grumbles as he is pushed into the living room with the help of Feliciano on a wheelchair. "I was helping Feli here watch his pasta! Something a person as awesome as me wouldn't do unless they're unawesomely bored!"
"We couldn't bring a handicapped person into a mission!" Im Yong defends.
"Well, leaving me with Feli wasn't nice either!" Gilbert shouts back.
Feliciano looks a bit hurt by the comment.
"I'm starving!" Alfred declares as he tries to reach the dining room first.
"Oh no you don't!" Gilbert shouts. "Feli, get me to the eating room! Now!"
Im Yong shoves Gilbert out of the doorway. "No way! I'm getting there first!"
Gilbert glares at Im Yong's back. "I'll do it myself!" And grabs his wheelchair's wheels and spins them. He reaches Alfred's location in a matter of seconds. "I'm getting there first!"
"No way dude!" Alfred touches Gilbert's face, separating part of his skin from his face.
"Hey!" Gilbert pauses for a moment to fix his face. "That's cheating!"
Im Yong laughs as he reaches the two. He pulls Gilbert near a staircase. "Anything to get to the eating room first!" He shouts as he runs after Alfred.
These are true children! The people remaining in the living room think as they watch the trio hurting each other just to get to the dining room.
The target now officially dead and left for Arthur to deal with, the mission and day is finally complete.
EXTRA
"They're so cute!" Im Yong smiles as he watches his favorite Korean male band, Super Junior, dancing to one of their songs, Sexy, Free, and Single. "I love them so much!" Im Yong squeals.
"How stupid." Gilbert hisses as he walks into the Korean's bedroom.
Im Yong glares at Gilbert, but then looks back at the television screen. "Think whatever you want. You are just jealous because Shindong is cuter than you."
"Which one is Shindong?" Gilbert scans the members in the television screen.
"The slightly chubby one."
Gilbert watches until he sees a slightly chubby man appear for a few seconds in the screen. There's no way he's cuter than me!
"Are your legs better?"
Gilbert stares at Im Yong for a while before answering. "Y-Yeah..."
"What are you getting embarrassed for? I'm not asking because I want to. Only because Super Junior would approve of my worries for you."
It's all about Super Junior! Gilbert unconsciously sits beside Im Yong, staring at the screen with Im Yong. "Who are these people?"
The screen now shows another Korean band from the same company Super Junior are under. "SHINee." Im Yong says quickly.
"Are they famous?"
Im Yong shrugs. "I only keep track of the fandoms I'm in."
"Fandoms?"
Im Yong glances at Gilbert before grinning. "Of course an idiot like you wouldn't like what a fandom was."
Gilbert glares at Im Yong. "Tell me what it is!"
Im Yong shrugs. "I don't know if I should."
"Tell me." Gilbert whines.
Im Yong smirks and turns off the TV. "Okay. Lets start with Korean music fans. Get a note book and three pencils or pens to keep notes."