Hetalia

"I Need A Hero"

By OtakunessFanFictions's Miku and Rukia

The dark sky lit up with lightning. America jumped at the crash of thunder. He was crouching down, looking down the sights of his rifle. He aimed at a solider on the front lines. "Hey, America. Psst!" A whisper came from China.

"Wait," America snapped back.

He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, full of regret. He hated to kill people, but it was the only way to make peace apparently. "What?" he asked China.

China came closer to America. "You do know that England is on their side, right?"

America's eyes widened. No…he can't…England? No. It can't be. "Okay guys! We're going back to camp!" Germany's voice boomed.

America got up and put his gun on his back. He shuddered. Germany stood up too, walking away. America looked at the sky while he was walking. He saw the millions of stars in the sky and wondered if England was looking at the same stars he was, because it seemed as if they were thousands of galaxies apart. Switzerland, who was in front of him, stopped and fell. His arm was shot. A scream of pain came from him. America looked ahead and knelt down next to him. "Switzerland! We'll fix that arm up, uhh, China! Go and get Lili!"

China nodded and ran back to the camp. America put Sitzerland on his shoulders and ran. Germany pulled out a gun and started to shoot at the soliders on the other side. Once they got to the camp, America's jacket had spots of blood all over it. Lili walked out of the medical tent. "Switzerland-sama, I'll make you better…" She whispered softly.

They placed Switzerland onto a makeshift stretcher. America could clearly see the pain in Lili's eyes as she led them into the medical tent. Switzerland groaned and tried to touch his arm, but when he did, the pain jolted through his whole body. He screamed and Lili closed her eyes tightly as tears rolled down her cheeks. "It's okay, we'll get the bullet out," she said, sounding as if she was reassuring herself.

America couldn't bare to see any more, so he walked out. Germany was waiting for him outside. "America," he said with his very accented, deep voice, "that was very heroic when you brought a wounded comrade back to the camp in the crossfire."

America bowed his head. "Thank you, Germany-sir."

Germany then held out a badge. "You've been promoted. Congratulations."

America smiled and said, "Thank you sir."

He walked away. The mixture of feelings he was feeling was something different than anything he had ever experienced before. Love, anger, hate, sadness, regret, happiness…All these emotions were meant to be felt separately…. America then looked at the sky again, then back to the center of the war camp. The fire was gleaming. Russia sat next to China. Belarus walked over and sat next to Russia. China put his arms around Russia, closed his eyes and smiled. Russia put his hands on China's face and smiled, then kissed him softly.

America sighed. Belarus gasped and walked away, steaming mad. America laughed on the inside. Poor Belarus was so clueless. She was yelling at Spain about Russia. "HE IS MY BROTHER! HE SHOULD LOVE ME!"

"Yeah, but Romano doesn't love Italy like that…" Spain said, and Belarus yelled.

America sat in his own tent. He sat cross-legged, and rested his head on his hands, crying. He had no idea how he would cope with this. "England…no…" he whispered, closing his eyes.