HetaConnections
Chapter 1: Do or Die
Chapter 1: Do or Die
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Lately, America had grown very used to doing things on his own. A rather gifted natural at fighting, America was starting to develop into quite an impressive nation. However, keeping his big mouth shut and not showing off was another story.
"Alright, I'm gonna do this mission on my own!" he declared one night, "A do or die mission! I'm totally gonna go spy on Germany's house!" he shouted as he pumped his fist in the air with an air of superiority.
Of course, the thought of America calling it "do or die" left a look of worry on the faces of England, China and France as they sat at home together one night. These four shared a home for the time being.
"You bloody wanker," England huffed, taking a sip of his tea. Eventually, China and France turned their attention to their own business, most likely thinking America was just joking around as usual. England, however, did not. Perhaps it was because he expected America to pull such incredibly stupid stunts. He did raise him after all; he became a royal pain of his own accord. "Perhaps it's all the sugar you stuff down your throat every hour, but I think your plans are getting quite out of hand."
America just laughed, like always, and took out a few blueprints of Germany's land and his house. "No way, England~! I'm sure I got it this time. I know how you guys get annoyed when I bring you along." America had a goofy grin on his face as he spoke.
"And you honestly wonder why...?"
"My point is," America continued, his smile spreading, "It's nothing but a simple spying job! You guys would just slow me down, or get us caught."
"Well, that's not fair," France muttered.
"I don't even care for his plans anymore, aru..." China sighed. As long as America didn't get himself killed out there, the rest of the allies simply let him be. Sure, America was a pain, but he still was a child deep down. Of course, China never admitted things like this out loud with everyone else here.
Though he acted full of himself most of the time, America, in all reality, was a sensitive guy. For a split second, England spied the bespectacled nation glancing around the room at everyone as if he were asking for even the slightest hint of support. But before England could even open his mouth again-
"Hahaha...! It's fine! It doesn't matter either way! I'll be back before you know it! I've been working on this all day and night!" America, as always, managed to brighten back up with a little self-confidence. Quite frankly, it looked like he'd been up for a few nights.
No one really had a chance to object. America slammed his hands down onto the wooden table in excitement and went to get his coat on and grab his pistol. And just like that, he was out the door. A frustrated England stood up as well, but ended up just scratching at the back of his head.
"Stupid kid..."
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And this is how it all begins...with America trying to do what he does best - playing the hero.
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It was late that night. The full moon was high in the night sky...
...And there lay America in the glass, spying on the house of Germany. The German and the Italian living inside were both standing inside the house. Both of them were just messing around in the kitchen and talking, as always.
"How boring..." America thought with a little pout.
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Nothing too terribly interesting had been happening in the Axis household. Japan usually stayed at his own Asian-style house, alone. It been quite a while since the other two Axis powers had heard from him, but that was okay. Italy and Germany didn't mind having the time to themselves.
"Italy, you're making a mess again," Germany sighed irritably, cleaning up the spilled pasta sauce once again that evening. After a few moments, Germany turned up the invisible volume knob and shouted Italy's name, his voice booming throughout the small house.
Okay, so it wasn't a perfect life. One messy Italian and one neat-freak-y German...what can you say? It was the fifth time that day that Italy's pasta sauce boiled over onto the stove. Italy had been more careless than normal lately, and Germany's fussiness never helped!
"A-Ahh, sorry! Let me get that-!" Italy squeaked, dashing over to fetch a rag.
"TURN DOWN THE HEAT FIRST!"
Splat.
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America quietly snickered at the spatters of pasta sauce hitting the window he watched them from. This life or death mission - as he called it - was turning into quite the comedy act.
"This is better than I thought~" he grinned, kicking his feet back and forth while he lied on his belly. "Now all I need is some popcorn and soda and-"
"I'm afraid you'll have to deal with the scones I brought instead."
England's sarcastic voice came from behind the spying nation, and the gentlemen promptly took a spot in the grass beside him.
America growled quietly, jerking his head around to glare back at England. "H-Hey! Come on, I said I'd handle this one!"
"Oh, you're handling it, alright," England rolled his eyes, doing quite well keeping his cool tonight. "Come on, now, surely you can't have all the fun. I've got scores to settle with Germany as well, mind you."
"Fine! Just dont slow me down, old man," America smirked, sticking out his tongue playfully for a moment. A second later, a simple yawn caught him off guard.
"Mmhm. Well then, America," England said quietly, "Maybe you should go back home for the night. I don't mind playing the hero for once."
Pulling off a tired glare, America shook his head quickly and continued to watch the house through the window. "As if! There's no way I'm letting you take over!" his face turned red, and he fixed his gaze back upon the duo inside the house.
"Very well. Just try not to fall asleep. If Germany comes outside...I'm leaving you here."
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It took about a half hour for Germany to clean up all the sauce from the walls and floor, with Italy frantically bowing his head and apologizing to irritated German man over and over.
"Sorry I'm so spacey today, Germany! I really am..! I-I don't know why I'm like this!"
"Don't worry about it. I just wish you'd come out and tell me what's on your mind lately," Germany mumbled as he threw away a wad of paper towels.
The young Italian traced circles with his foot on the ground, looking down rather shyly. "Nothing much. Just been having a few dreams…"
"Oh? Were they bad dreams?"
"I don't know," Italy shrugged his shoulders, "It depends...Do you ever think of what it would be like if you were a woman? One with a REALLY big bust?" he said with a strange hand motion, his cheeks dusted pink.
Germany's face flushed red with embarrassment. "Wh-What in God's name-No! Why in the world are you dreaming of me as a woman?!" It was not really anger in his voice, just the shock factor of what was going through the Italian's not-so-innocent mind at the moment. As much as he didn't want to admit it, though, a little part in him did wonder...Did Italy prefer a girl over him? They'd already been through so much together up to this point. A small frown crossed his face shortly afterwards, but he shrugged it off.
"Ahh, well that was my first dream! Wanna hear the other ones?"
"NO. Th-Thank you," Germany said quickly, clearing his throat. "It's getting late though, Italia...why don't we put away the leftover pasta and go to sleep?" His voice started to soften as he silently questioned whether or not Italy held the same feelings as he did.
"Yes, Germany! Let's go," Italy nodded, vee~ing along into the kitchen to put dinner away. The Italian's thoughts were just the opposite of Germany's at the moment, but that was not the only thing on his mind.
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While the two inside were busy cleaning up, England glanced over his shoulder at America. He wanted to ask if America had another plan thought up by now, but all he ended up seeing was the snoring man next to him.
England scoffed, poking him once in the head. "Little bugger...What am I gonna do with you...?"
America's body twitched ever so slightly. The next second, he rose to his feet, his eyes still closed and his head lulled to the left. England jumped a little at this strange sight.
"I...err...America?" he asked quietly, trying not to raise any attention. "What are you- Oy!" The sleepy American was heading straight for Germany's house, dragging his feet as he went. England skittered to his feet as quickly as he could, whispering quite harshly, "America! You bloody fool! You're unarmed!" There was no reply. "Alfred F. Jones!"
Cursing to himself, England sped to his side and stood in front of the silent young man and grasped his shoulders. America only uttered a tiny snort, his head still casted downwards.
"...He's sleepwalking..."
With a deep sigh of frustration, England threw one of America's arms over his shoulders and leaned most of his weight onto his slightly shorter body. Before taking him back home, however, he glanced back at Germany's house. All the lights were off at this point. The undercover mission would have to wait.
"...Stupid hero," England muttered with a little smirk as he walked.
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Italy as always slept separately from Germany, as neither of the two were ready for that sort of relationship at the moment. (All those times Italy had slept with Germany in the past were either out of fear or out of a situation gone horribly wrong.) Besides, it gave them much needed time to think. Something else had been bugging Italy quite a bit; something he dared not tell a soul.
Was it even a dream he had, or was it a memory?
"Grandpa..." Italy murmured, sitting up in his bed hugging his bare legs.
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The next morning rolled around and, at England's house, America woke up and found himself back in his room. A little confused on how he got here, he sat up and quickly found the British gentlemen sitting on a stool beside his bed. He was asleep.
England had been up all night after putting America to bed, afraid that America would start sleepwalking again. He was truly exhausted. However, all America could think about at the time was how the spying had failed; how he couldn't be the hero for once. He pouted and glared at the wall.
"So much for that plan," America grumbled, slipping out of bed without awaking his father-figure. "I need to get closer without Germany catching on…" He quickly jerked his head up and widened his eyes, as another idea shot through his head. "Ha! Of course!" Smirking to himself, he hurried down the stairs.
China was sitting quietly on the couch downstairs, sipping at a freshly made cup of tea. He was having a rather peaceful morning when compared to the others in the house. It might have been a perfect day to relax, he thought, believing America was done with his crazy antics for the week.
"Chinaaaa!" America shouted playfully as he placed his hands down on the Chinese man's shoulders from behind the couch. "Man, was I wrong yesterday! I totally got the perfect plan this time! And only YOU can pull it off!"
China's body tensed and his hands jerked in surprise, succeeding in spilling some of his tea into his lap in the process.
"Aiiyaah! What do you want now, aru?!" The next thing he knew, America was dragging him out the front door, poor China kicking and screaming in protest the whole way down the block.
America just laughed.
"It's a good thing you have such long hair! This will be great! You can go undercover for me in Germany's house!"
"W-Wait, aru! Why do I have to be the one to do this!?" China sputtered out.
America chuckled to himself as he pulled China along. Little beads of nervous sweat were rolling down China's forehead as he awaited an answer from the giggling young man.
"Because you're going as a woman~"
France could have sworn he heard a scream coming from outside.
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China's struggles were to no avail; the free nation's energy was boundless, and it was pointless to try and stop it anyway. Even if China had managed to escape his clutches, America could easily chase him back down and recapture him. After all, this was the same young man who could pull England's car around with his bare hands!
America led China all the way to Germany's house, only briefly stopping at the store to pick up a gift basket of hard wine. "And what is that for? Gonna drink when we get home?" China asked as he was dragged into the bushes.
"Nah, it's nothing like that!" America assured him, putting the basket down for a moment. "I just think if a pretty girl were to give this to them, they'd drink and become more vulnerable for a surprise attack! Sound good?"
"NO! I refuse to be a part of this!" China tried to turn to leave, but America's strong arms held him back yet again. China crossed his arms and glared at America.
"Come on, China! Surely you have a little feminine side to you!"
"NO, I DON'T! Stop it!"
The two fought for a moment before America reached around and let China's long, black hair down. It fell over his shoulders almost gracefully. Though, it still did not seem convincing enough, so he carefully adjusted and tore and mended parts of China's red robes until they looked almost completely different. There. It was done! America was so sure of himself with this plan, a smug grin dancing across his face. China, however, could not have been more furious about this whole situation, and he ended up fighting back bitter tears of embarrassment gathering in his eyes.
"Okay, come on! Just try and work like this for ONE second, okay? Pleeeeease~?" America pleaded, shoving the basket of wine into the Chinese man's hands and pushing him towards the front door of Germany's house. "It'll only be for a second! I'll never ask you to do anything like this again! I promise!"
"I hate you, aru..." China mumbled bitterly, just standing there and trying to adjust the robes America had ruined. America knocked on the front door to the house and darted back off to the bushes.
Italy was the one to finally answer the door, and his eyes widened at the person standing there. Then, all of a sudden, a big, dumbfounded smile spread across his face. "Oh, wow! Hi there!" he greeted the mysterious "female" figure. After a while, he noticed the basket of wine in the man's feminine hands. "Oooh! Is that for me?!" he asked excitedly.
China practically threw the basket into his hands, his eyes still stinging in embarrassment. The poor thing was gridding his teeth together while trying desperately to fix his mangled clothes. He still said nothing.
Italy eventually decided that this "girl" wasn't here to visit him, and turned away from China. "Hey, Germany! There's a pretty girl at the door! Maybe she's here to see you, because she won't talk to me!" Italy called behind him, waving the basket of wine over his head a little. China shot a death glare Italy's way.
"How can this guy be so stupid?!" he thought.
Germany eventually came to the door and stood beside Italy, seeming rather concerned at first about this new stranger. Upon seeing this 'female,' however, the German quickly frowned and crossed his arms. "What are you trying to pull?" he asked in utter confusion, arching a brow.
China dared not speak. He had been caught, and he knew it. America, who was still sitting in the bushes watching, also realized that Germany would fall for no such trick. He was much too smart for this.
"Ahhhh no..." America gulped, starting to get up. He could see the rage in China's eyes from where he sat. China was probably calling America every foul name he could think of in his head right now.
"Give it up, China, I'm no fool," Germany huffed. "What were you thinking, trying to do this anyway? You usually have more elaborated plans than this."
"Wow! I didn't know China had a sister!" Italy gasped, more thrilled than ever before.
Germany sighed, bopping his fist down upon Italy's head. "This IS China, you idiot!"
Italy stumbled and twirled around a bit, still holding the basket in his hands, a weak dizzy laugh escaping his throat as he wobbled around. Germany turned his attention back to China, mentally preparing a lecture, but a split-second later, America darted up to the door and grabbed China by both his arms and dashed down the street at top speed.
"Hahaha!" America laughed, though deep down, he felt bad for having China go through with all this. "Okay, okay! I know what we're not gonna do next time! Sorry, dude! Maybe I'll send a real girl for the job next time! L-Like Hungary!"
"I hate you, aru!" China screamed, letting America go ahead and take him back to England's house, swearing up and down as he was dragged. He was going to kill America for this.
Germany sighed to himself and ushered Italy Italy back inside his own house, closing the door behind them both.