A/N– My first fan fic. Expect crap. You've been warned.
Britain x China story. A little bit of UsUk if your mind is open. Human and Country names used. Enjoy.
I do not own Hetalia.
Bright sunlight bathed the boarding room with a golden glow. The air felt dense and musty as the allied forces sat around the large round table.
"Are we ready to begin?" Arthur, the spirit of England, asked the other four surrounding him. Arthur had shaggy, blonde hair and large, dark eyebrows to match his irritable personality. He had emerald green eyes that always seemed to sparkle, however. He tended to always be stressed or irritated, especially around most of the allies.
"We've been ready for a while, dude." Alfred, the spirit of America, retorted with a grunt as he played with the golden star on his brown leather jacket. Alfred had sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes, covered by small glasses. Alfred tended to be very hyperactive, despite his great intake of food. Arthur glared at the American.
"First off, I will need everyone's paperwork, which you should've filled out since our last meeting."
Everyone but Alfred passed in their assigned paperwork.
"Where's your paperwork, America?" Arthur asked as he intensely glared at Alfred.
"I kind of forgot it at home." He replied, not bothering to meet the Englishman's intense glare.
"Or rather you forgot to do it all together, you lazy git!" Arthur growled.
"I did do it! I just forgot it at home on my desk, that's all!"
Arthur glared at Alfred intensely. A thin film of sweat formed on the Alfred's forehead.
"America, I know you didn't do it."
"How would you know?" Alfred stood up and glared back at the Englishman.
"Because I raised you." Arthur replied, not looking away from Alfred's face.
Alfred glared at Arthur with more intensity, but couldn't think of anything more to say. The angry American mumbled a swear under his breath and sat back down in his chair.
"Now, that that is taken care of; let's get down to our discussion." The Englishman said as he shuffled through his papers. "We need more ideas on how to weaken those meddlesome Axis powers."
"Couldn't we just nuke them and call it a day?" Alfred responded in a bored tone. "I mean, it would be so much easier."
"You can't just nuke someone, you git." Arthur said. "Not unless the situation absolutely calls for it, which it doesn't."
Alfred grunted and lay back in his seat. Arthur despised Alfred's rude posture. It made him sick to his stomach.
"I could take care of them if you would only let me, da." Ivan, spirit of Russia, said smiling. He had short, light blonde hair, almost white. He had a large nose and eyes the color of lavender. He always wore a worn, light pink scarf. He had a lighthearted, kind demeanor, but everyone knew that on the inside he was a blood-thirsty demon.
"We want them weakened, Russia. Not dead." Arthur said, rubbing his temples.
"We could always charm them into some kind of trap with my handsome appearance." Francis, spirit of France, said with a smirk. Francis had long golden blonde hair the length of his shoulders. He had icy blue eyes and small whiskers around his chin. He tended to have a certain 'sexual' apparel
"We're being serious here, France." Arthur growled.
"I think France may be onto something with the trap idea, aru."
A soft, reassuring voice lifted Arthur from his frustration and annoyance.
'Finally, someone with some sense.' Arthur thought, smiling slightly.
"Go on, China." Arthur urged.
"Maybe, if we can lure them into a trap of some kind, we could ambush them, aru." Yao, spirit of China said thoughtfully. Yao was a beautiful man, almost feminine, despite his age. He had long, dark brown hair that was always tied into a neat ponytail by a worn, red string. He had golden brown eyes that seemed to sparkle when he talked and he always had an innocent, childish personality. The clothes he wore tended to always be too large for his own stature. Arthur always felt strangely flustered whenever Yao was around.
"But what kind of trap?" England asked, scratching his head.
"I've got it!" Alfred yelled happily.
"What is it now?" Arthur sighed, preparing himself for the migraine about to emerge.
"What if we captured Italy! If we did that, Japan and Germany would have to go after him, than WHAM," Alfred banged his fist hard on the table. "They're trapped!"
"I hate to say it, but that is actually a good idea, America." Arthur sighed, rubbing his chin in thought.
"But how are we to capture dear Italy?" Francis asked. "He is quite good at running away."
"France is right. Italy is an amazing runner, especially when frightened." Arthur said, recalling all of the countless times he approached Feliciano, the spirit of Italy, and how amazingly fast he would run away.
"I could capture him for you." Ivan said with a somewhat sinister smile.
"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Arthur asked.
Feliciano sat in his Italian-styled room of the Axis Headquarters. He had just had a long day with his friends Kiku, the spirit of Japan, and Ludwig, the spirit of Germany. Feliciano adored these kinds of days and prayed that he could have more like the one he had today.
"Ve~ I must thank Japan for this!" He said in his usual joyful voice. He hugged the stuffed animal he got from Kiku tightly. "And I must thank Germany for his wurst!" He looked at the box of German wurst Ludwig had so gratefully made him. Feliciano didn't like wurst all that much, but as long as it came from Ludwig, he was happy.
Feliciano jumped when he thought he heard a noise come from outside. He slowly and silently crept towards the window and peeked out. It was far too dark to tell what was out there, if anything. He slowly went back to his bed, looking around to make sure nothing was out of place. He sat quietly on his bed, hugging his stuffed animal. After several moments of sitting in silence, he finally decided to allow himself to fall asleep.
Feliciano slept soundly without worry. His chest rose and fell against the sheets as he breathed.
The doorknob slowly turned, breaking the sweet silence in the room. A large, hulking figure entered the room, walking towards Feliciano. Feliciano remained sound asleep. The figure kneeled down at the foot of the bed and unwrapped a large sack; large enough to fit a human being. Without warning, the figure pounced on Feliciano and began to wrap him up in the sack. Feliciano awoke and tried to escape the intruder's grasp, but failed. The intruder had already wrapped up his feet. He was much too frightened to scream for help. Within seconds, he was fully wrapped in the sack. He tried to squirm free, but again, failed.
"There is no use in squirming yourself free." A sweet, but strangely frightening voice said. "You are coming with me, da."
A/N END CHAPTER 1. I guess it's short…I really don't know. It's 3 pages. That's long enough, right? OTL. Like I said, this is my first fan fic. I'm sorry if it's crappy. That's what reviews are for! (Or so I've been told…). I'm still trying to get used to the whole fanfiction process. I remember a time when we actually wrote stories with these things called PENCILS (and not those fancy, mechanical ones!) - This is coming from a fourteen year old girl…. So anyway, please review and help me write better!