To Fight or Flight

by Attempting Writers

There is a organization hunting down the nations. But N. Italy is still running away from them. North Italy has a plan but is unsure how to tell it. You might think he is carefree type of person when really he isnt. Rated T because of cursing and there will be blood on some odd chapters. Sorry for horrible summary. There are some stories they're very descriptive so be warn once in.

1. Chapter 1- Hunted

Authors note: I dont anything! Sorry out of character!

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Damn it. Move left, no dodge, fuck turn left. I was running as fast as my feet could take. As I ran futher I noticed a ten feet tall ,metal, gate. I stopped for a few seconds to noticed a hole big enough for me to go through.

Once noticed I grab some of the gate and threw myself under the hole to make it clearly and still ran like hell. Man it is a good thing Romano isnt here. Even though he was taken first, then Ludwig, then Japan, China, France, and a few others.

I know I shouldnt cruse but damnit! I have to follow Ludwigs orders to find help and run. So who could I go to. I know I am not in America nor England. I wish someone could help me at my moment in need. White flag white flag white flag... Just repeat these words Feli 'You will find help, You will get Ludwig back, How about Spain?' Wait what country am I in?

I stopped to noticed they werent following me. Just like that I fell straight to my knees and pant as if I've been hit with one of those semi-trucks that America keeps talking about. Once I competely calmed down to look around to see I am in a ally. A really dark, scary, stinky, and cold ally. I was still looking around to notice there was only one way to get out which was ahead of me. Not back through that gate. Man I am really happy I paid attention to Germanys lessons to escaping plan of 'Running like hell' plan.

I was walking until stars gleamed out warning it will be even darker than it already is. I hate being alone in the dark. But more of all alone and afraid. This will really bug me until I find some type of place to rest. 'Keep calm Italy your almost there, you just need to make it to point B instead of point A.' I kept repeating to myself until I hear cars. I am glad I played that trick of being supposely 'dumb' and 'go-luck' thing (at times).

I walked towards the sound of cars that came behind the wall that faced me with spray paint of 'LOSER', 'KING WAZ HERE', and 'NO WAY OUT' signs. There are several more but those I reconized. And besides the others are worn out of destoryed by other people. But slowly I approach the wall and I started to hear sounds of someone talking. I look around the wall and see a small hole on the floor. I knew I was going to be drity anyways so I dropped like of a feather not a single sound from me. Once I was on the floor I started to see feet of more than one.

It was around three different feet. Even though I reconized the boots from Germanys closet. Military boots maybe some where in 1900's through 2014. I know sertant boots only last so long before tearing away but these were kept into good contitions. These were perfectly shined like and made clicking sounds like from WW1 through WW2 kinda of boots.

One voice was deep but sounded of a male. "Damn it. We lost one through a gated fence that had a hole on the right side. Now what?" The other one was female "I am sure we can leave one out besides he is a coward from his files. Beside if we wait long enough he might come out of the shadows." The last one was a male so I will call this one male 2 while the other is male 1. But male 2 had a rough and maybe worned out voice. "We dont need him. Besides we almost have all the greats. We need is America ,both sides, England, and the rest." 'Both sides' what does he mean by both sides. I kept sort of far away from the hole but everything went quickly quiet. Then a voice shouted which sounded like the female "I SEE HIM THROUGH THAT HOLE! SHOOT HIM DEAD!" Just like that, they sent bullets through the wall and I started to pull myself up and run again like hell.

I saw the wall taking the bullets while some werent so much. The wall was like a crumbling cookie. One wrong move and it falls down like Berlin wall when Germany and Prussia werent listening to each others plan. As I fully pulled myself to run, bullets ricoheted and couple of the bullets went into my left arm. It hurt like hell but I bite my tounge as I ran like one of those marothons but this one is life or death or captured then both. Did I ever mention I am starting to dislike running like a ragged dog. But if it means survival then I am willing to take it.

I ran for nearly ten or so seconds before the wall crumbled down into broken peices of brick and stone. And again run away around the left corner then right. I stopped to see that another brick wall was in my way there were some stone pots and boxes pilled next to each other on my right. While there was a door on my left I go towards the door on my left and wished it was my lucky chance. When all the times I wish for a way out through a door didnt seemed to work. It only brough more questions in my mind. What now? I cant go through the door, I cant go back where I came from, and I cant climb the wall. So now I am a sitting duck.

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Authors note: I dont own hetalia. And sorry if Italy was out of character but I had to make him a bit different enough. Sorry for the chilf hanger. If I mispelled anything please let me know nicely please if you dont mind. I hope you like this.

What does Man 2 mean by 'America both sides?' Why? These are interseting questions but I will see you next time to find out if N. Italy will be alive!

Also if you have a great idea for a name please tell me ^^; I would be happy to know~!