Hey guys! So here is my fourth story, and I hope you like it! I tried to keep in characters with most of them, but there might be some OOCness. I'll try my best not to let that happen though!
I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters.
"You think you can defeat me like that amigo?!" a man with a slight Spanish accent teased.
Spain smiled his usual grin, filled with malice as he looked down. He wore an elegant green robe with delicate gold stitching etched on the sleeve and on the outer lines; his fancy pirate hat off to the side of his tousled brown hair.
"What a shame! And I thought you were the great British Empire!" he boasted, holding his blade at his victim's throat and stepping onto the bare chest of the other nation.
The blonde Brit scowled at the Spaniard, helplessly trapped under the man's foot and blade. His clothing was seared with cuts and was tainted with his own blood. His body was cut up, but the bleeding had stopped from each of them. It was a pitiful sight indeed.
"Don't think too highly of yourself, you bloody git!" the blond growled as the tip of the blade inched closer to his throat. He could feel the blood dripping down his neck as a small cut was made. "You'll never win. I'll never surrender to someone like you!" England said, spitting as much hate as he could possibly summon in his voice.
The Spaniard's grin grew wider, his emerald green eyes glaring at the Brit. "I'm afraid you have. Admit it. I win. Usted no puede posiblemente esperan salir de esta," he said softly, raising the blade up to England's chin. "Don't worry Britain, a great empire like you won't be forgotten. But it is a shame to see you go so soon." He laughed manically as he raised his sword. In one swift move, he brought the sword down in a swipe.
England woke up, his palms and face dotted with sweat. He gripped his nightshirt hard, trying to feel his heart beat. Thump. Thump. Thump. He took in short, shallow breaths as he pulled himself out of his senses. That bloody Spanish git! How dare he mock the great and powerful England? The blond cursed at himself. How could he have thought it was real? That Spain has never won anything against him before! He was the one, after all, who defeated his damned armada! That's right! But the island nation still had an uneasy feeling, recalling all the things that happened in the dream.
After waking up, England got dressed and went downstairs to make some breakfast. 'Hm. What shall I eat today….' He pondered. He could always make his world famous scones, but he debated against it. He was tired of having to deal with the smoke and the fire alarm around the stove. Maybe just a nice cup of tea will do.
Then there was an unexpected knock at the door. The Brit stopped abruptly and stared in the direction of the entrance.
"Who the bloody hell is visiting me?" He said aloud, though he didn't mean to. Without a response, his door busted open and in a quick blur, he saw a brown colored jacket and blond hair charging at him as he was taken by surprise.
"DUUUUUDDDDEE!" He yelled, slamming the other country against the wall. England's head snapped forward from the impact, feeling dizziness in his head. Such a lovely morning indeed.
"America! You idiot! What was that for!" he shouted angrily, flashing the American a harsh glare. "In what world gives you the right to break into my bloody home?!"
America answered it by laughing, patting his old companion on the head. "You're funny Britain! Anyways, I'm here to tell you that the meeting will be at my place! It's going to be AWE-SOME!" He boasted, the obnoxious smile glued to his perfect face.
The older nation scoffed, snapping his head to the side to get America out of his view. "And what makes you think I'll be coming to the meeting?" America stared at the blond, his face blank and expressionless as if he was confused.
"Dude, you have to come! It's at my place after all! AND IT'S A MEETING! You can't just miss out on a world meeting!" England frowned, knowing that he was right, though he didn't want to admit it.
Several moments passed without any of the nations talking. The American stared at the Brit expectantly, his glasses starting to slide down to the bridge of his nose. Suddenly the man frowned softly, pouting a bit at the silence. "P-please...?" the young nation asked, attempting his best to sound as innocent as possible (though it's obvious he was faking). England continued to glance away, refusing to speak. But the guilt was starting to eat him up.
"Fine! I'll be at the stupid meeting! But don't expect me to stay long if you keep shoving your mouth with those wretched burgers of yours!" As if on cue, America grinned cheekily at the older male and pulled out one McDonald's bag from the inside of his jacket.
"You mean these burgers?" the blue eyed man spoke, smirking a bit.
It took Britain a lot of effort to not smack his former colony right now. Instead, he shoved America out his broken door and kicked him out. He was in no mood to deal with his shenanigans. He had other important matters to attend to, like getting the cup of tea he had planned.
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"…..So we need to solve world hunger buy giving everyone burgers!" yelled America. An argument instantly broke out to testify against his idiotic response.
"You idiot! World hunger can't be easily solved like that! Where do we get the bloody supplies? And why your burgers?!" England argued back.
"Ohonhonhon~ At least he's thinking about other people, and not himself like someone I know!" France said with a laugh, staring at the blond haired Englishman. England shot him a glare, frustration getting the best of him.
"What did you say you bloody frog?" he repented, grabbing the French's collar and balled his hand into a fist. "I'll have you know I'm not a narcissist as you, you bloody wanker!"
"Says the black sheep of Europe!" The Frenchman retorted, aggression rising in his chest. Punches were thrown around between the two countries, causing a giant commotion in the meeting room. Another blonde haired nation covered his face with his hand, trying to calm down before he totally loses it.
"Vhy must all meetings end in fights?" he groaned, his German accent clearly heard in his voice.
"Ve~ don't worry Germany! It will be ok when the pasta comes, right?" Italy commented, daydreaming about pasta now with a dreamy look on his face. A short Asian nation slouched down in his seat as he tried to 'read the atmosphere' and refrained from speaking. A tall, white haired man stood over the two European nations as Britain and France fought, laughing and smiling as he enjoyed himself, his silk white scarf wrapped around his neck.
"Little countries are so entertaining!" Immediately the two nations stopped at his feet, looking up at the Russian. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the intimidating man, frozen in their spot.
"Kesesesese~ Zhe awesome Prussia is here! Bow to me now!" echoed a voice from behind the meeting doors. America, who was stuffing his face with fries and soft drinks, paused for a moment and watched the doors open, revealing the albino man. With a confident smile on his pale face and his white hair dropped down in front, the Prussian man glanced around the room. "Vhy so quiet? Is it because I'm just too awesome for jou all?" he snickered.
"Bruder!?" Germany gasped in horror, confusion written in his blue eyes. "Vhat are you doing here? Jou are suppose to be at home!"
"Kesesese~ I am here to attend the meeting of course!" He said matter-of-factly. Shoving the French nation off, England managed to get up and brush of the dust from his uniform.
"Meetings are for mature nations only, Prussia," he scowled, glancing at the new nation. "That means you shouldn't be here."
Prussia just laughed it off, giving the British nation a defiant look. "I am mature. Can't you see zhat I am vearing my awesome, 'mature' suit?" he smirked, scanning his ruby red eyes at the British isles to see what he would do. The other male snorted, giving the albino the cold shoulder as he headed for his seat. England did not want to continue the argument, seeing as he won't be leaving anytime soon. The former Tectonic Knight took a seat next to his little brother, smiling brightly.
"Alright dudes! Now! Back to business! I'd say we figure out a way to- HEY WAIT!" America said suddenly, his eyes darting towards the albino."Why is Prussia here? He's not even a country!" he pointed out, as if he forgotten that the dissolved nation was there.
"Ha! That's what I was trying to say!" Britain said victoriously, shooting Prussia a stare. "He shouldn't be here because he's not a nation! After all, this is for real nations! Not for some former piece of land!"
There was silence in the room as the Brit shot Prussia a killing look. He was right, of course. He always is. He smirked, knowing that he can't be proven wrong now. His smile was instantly wiped off his face as he stared at the albino, seeing the pain and the struggle to keep the tears back in the man's eyes.
"Jou're right. I shouldn't be here." With that, the great Prussia stood up and walked out the room, leaving the other nations in a state of shock.
So chapter 1 is done! I do plan on continuing the story, so please be patient! I would also love to see some reviews and some critiques on how I can write better! Also I'm sorry if the story is a little bit too short! Thanks a bunch and I hoped you enjoyed reading this! :D