I do not own Hetalia, just for your information xD

Writing this was a lot of fun, and the idea came from 30 seconds to mars's song, Vox Populi, witchs means "the voice of the people". I loved those lyrics so I wanted to write something to fit with those.

And forgive me some of my grammar mistakes, English is not my native language, and I have been studying it just for 4 years now.

"This is a call to arms

gather soldiers

Time to go to war.

This is a battle song

Brothers and sisters

Time to go to war!"

30 seconds to mars – Vox Populi

Chapter 1

Did you ever believe?

Things were really out of hand right now. There was no end for those people. They just kept coming as he kept slicing them down. It didn't help at all that they were people, living things, shouting out orders in language he understood, even it wasn't his own. He panted and raised his huge battle axe once again. There was no time to rest, not in this place, not right now. He just had to bear this, or his life would be over. He couldn't allow that. If he died, he would be putting in danger to all of those people he was responsible of. This was a war, and he was fighting in it. He had to be able to stay alive. No way that he could die. He let a desperate and frenetic scream as he wielded his axe to kill another one. There was no ending for this...

He just wielded his axe once again.

And more blood leaked on the ground as sodiers fell.

And he kept fighting

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"You sure did well, corporal", a voice said behind him. The man called "corporal" paid a quick look, and then turned back to his playing cards in front of him. "I mean, my squad wouldn't had a change to complete the mission, if you hadn't came. I'm gratefull, Matias", he said as he sat next to corporal Matias Densen. "Sure thing, Tror, that's why I'm here, y'know", Matias replied with a smirk. "So were ya able to do what ever ya where doin'?" he asked gathering his cards and putting them back to his pocket. "Yes, you can see the results yourself, if ou go to the next stradegy meeting, that is", the man called Tror answered. He was another squad leader, under the same commander as Matias. They were childhood friends, and Tror even entered to the army just because Matias was there.

"Che, I guess they don't like if I go spacin' around", Matias laughed a little, "but, yeah, I'll come, ya don't need to try to lure me." Tror laughed too. "You hungry? 'Cause I sure am", Tror said getting on his feet. "Should we go and peek if there's something left in the 'kitchen' if you can call it that." Matias laughed with him, as they headed towards the temporary camp kitchen. This camp was really little and it would be vented as soon the wounded were in the traveling condition. There was only a little over 30 men in the whole camp, including the healers. Well, there had been 43 men before but 13 of them were dead now, and another 4 was wounded. They were just a special attack group, and they had had only one mission, and now were the time to head back to the main camp, if it could be called that. It was just a group of tents in the middle of frigging large war zone.

"Soo, Matias, you got any intention helping me with something?" Tror asked as they walked in to the eating tent. Or a shelter, what ever. Matias raised an eyebrow. "This sounds really suspicious. What's in that head of yours?" Tror was silent a little. They took their food and sat down at a table. "Well... This might come a bit fast, but I think I'm gonna quit. The army I mean", Tror suddenly said. He obviously felt bad. Of course he did, he was leaving his best friend ever behind. "And why's that, may I ask?" Matias asked with a little more serious face than before. "Well..." Tror began, "I can't stand this thing anymore. When I joined, I thought I would be okay, but it took more than I had expected. To see people die, and kill them myself. It's not something I want to do anymore." He sighed a little. "There's nothing heroic in this war, so I think I'll quit it now, when I still can. I'm a volunteer after all, so I can leave when I feel like it."

Matias didn't say anything for a while. It was rare for him to speak about serious stuff, but this was serious enough to make him silent. "I can't stop ya, I guess, and I really don't have any intention to, but well, y'know..." he said at last. He kept muttering something for a while, but then an evil grin appeared on his face. "Could it be... that ya found a little cutie girl? Whoah, Tror, ya sure did!" Matias teased his friend who turned all red. "So it really is so! I knew it, ya little cheater!" Matias laughed. "Well, there is that too..." Tror admitted after a moment. He didn't want to lie to his best friend. "So, what's she like? Is she cute?" Matias leaned over the table with all knowing look on his face. Tror just smiled at him. "Yes, she's cute, and nice to people. Her name is Álain." He told Matias that and a lot of other things about his love, and Matias started to look like he had already forgotten where the discussion had started.

"Are you still willing to do me a favor?" Tror was a bit ashamed to ask favors after telling that he would leave his best and almost only friend behind because of his own selfish reasons. Matias smiled at his friend. "Of course I am!" he brusted with a smile, not so wide that it had been a moment ago. "Just ask." Tror sighed a little. "Actually there's two things I liked you to do. The first one is take care of Tino. As I leave, I'll recommend him as a new corporal. I think commander should not have any objections with that, so could you help Tino with things?" Tror told his first wish. Matias just nodded. "No need to worry, Tino, might be a bit soft, but he can handle most of the things, and I would have helped him with others even if you hadn't asked." Tino was one of Tror's subordinates, and propably the best choice to be a next corporal, even Tino was still a bit small, so he looked younger than he really was. "Well, the second thing is more complicated. It concerns this latest mission we had. Just for your information, it was to take a hostage or a pow, whatever you want to call him. Well, that pow we took is on my responsibility. So please, as I leave, will you take care of that too? I can't leave such a thing on Tino's shoulders, so..." Matias raised an eyebrow again. "So ya thought I could? Well, I guess I can, I don't see much of an effort in that anyways", he said leaning his head to his hands. Tror smiled at him. "Thank you."

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"Maan, this sucks..." Matias complined as he walked to the main tent, in the middle of the camp. They had arrived here last night and Matias's first thing in the morning was a frigging stradegy meeting. His hair was always messy, but know it was ever messier than usuall. He yawned a little as he stepped in the tent, just to face five angly looking commanders and all the other corporals looking at him. "You are late, Densen", said a deep voiced man. In the army's pecking order he was the second, captain Vidar Dan, the right hand man of the General. And really, really strict about chedules. "Yeah, yeah, sorry about that..." Matias murmured taking his seat at a long table.

"Now, when everyone is here, let's start", Dan said with a offical tone he used in meetings. He was a pretty cool guy, if it didn't come to on-record stuff, like this. "First of all, corporals Rurik and Densen, share your reports about your latest mission with us." Tror stood up as the captain had finished his sentence. "Yes, sir!" Tror said holding a paper in his hands. "Our mission was to capture alive a man called Lukas Bondevik, who is a strong healing type magican, and vital for kind of Norge to have, as our spies have told. Our mission was success, even thought we lost 13 men and other 4 were injured. However, Lukas Bondevik is now under my squad's care", Tror told with no sign of emotions on his face. "Thank you, corporal Rurik. Now your turn corporal Densen", Dan went straight on. Matias stood up still yawning. "Well, my squad was there in the case the capture were found out, and yeah, we did some fightin' against their forces. Of those 13 deads, ten were my men, and one wounded. We bought enough time for Tror's group to make their way out and retreated. That's all." He sat before he got a permission to, but no one complained. He had never behaved himself, and still he was a corporal. It wasn't like he was the one hwo wanted to join the army in the first place. It was all because of his skils in the fight, and nothing else. He had the ability to think fast, make dissions fast and most of all, kill people fast. That was pretty much it.

"Now then, commander Eirik Göte, are you satisfied with your two corporals' acts?" Dan asked turning his gaze to a eldery man with not much hair left. He was the person hwo was in charge of Matias and Tror. The question itself was just a formality. No commander had ever been disatisfied with his corporals, if the captain and general didn't have anything to complain about. "I am", the old man said nodding a little. "Then, if our reports and reasons are clear to everyone, we shal move forward", Dan said and raised his look up from the papers on the table. "General Oxistierna?" he asked with a little shadow on his face. The man called general was pretty young compared to his subordinates. Maybe 30 years or something like that. He had a pretty scary face, which hardly showed any expression. He nodded for Dan's asking face. "Pring him here", Dan said to the guards standing in front of the tent.

Matias leaned back on his chair to make his position more comfortable. The tent was silent for a while before the guards came back. Matias turned his lazy look on the man who was worth ten of his men, but he didn't face anything he had expected.

The man was more like a boy, young adult, not even 20 years. His face was colorless and blank, but that was not the thing what made the corporals and commanders gasp some air. "What have you done to him!?" Tror shouted straight towards Dan's face. "He should have been under my care, you shouldn't have anything to do with him yet, and..." he didn't finished his sentence, probably because he understood what he was doing. "You have something to complain about, corporal Rurik?" Dan asked with a cold tone in his voice. Tror looked really uncomfortable for a moment. "I have not. I'm sorry..." he said with a bit scared voice.

Matias didn't say anything, he just stared blond haired boy with wide open eyes. In pale skin of Lukas Bonbevik, there was number of bruises and wounds. He looked more exhausted than any other person Matias had ever seen, and he was clearly in pain, even he hid it pretty well. Without thinking Matias stood up laying his obviously angry gaze on captain Dan. "I do have a complain!" Matias said slowly, using an icy tone, wich was not often heard from his mouth. "Whatever the reason, whatever the situation and whoever the person, that's not how you treat a human being." He stared at Dan, eye to eye, without any sign of hesitation. The room fell all silent for a moment. Then commander Göte took a hold of Matias's sholder and pushed him back to his seat. "I apoligize my subordinate's rude actions", Göte said with a peacefull tone, calming down the situation. Dan just nodded, shot a cold look towards Matias, hwo still stared at him angrily. "Now, let us continue."

It turned out nicer than I thought. Well, let see, I'll start writing chapter 2 soon.