Gist of the story: Hetlia + Battle Royale.
The bus was crowded with screaming, excited teenagers. They all smiled and laughed cheerfully together—even the few who were usually left out were included in the games and chit chat.
The sun shown outside, flickering as bodies jumped around and blocked the windows.
Feliciano Vargas sat near the front of the bus slouched over in his seat next to his friend.
"Look at this one," Kiku whispered a small smile on his face.
"No~ Put it away! You're naughty for looking at all that yoai manga," Feliciano yelled waving his arms and trying to shield his eyes.
"Um . . ."
Feliciano looked up surprised to see Lovino by his side holding something behind his back.
"Oh, hello, Lovi! What is that?"
Lovino blushed brightly and stuttered, "Nothing, you bastard! What is that look for? I did not stay up all night baking cookies for you!"
"I wasn't thinking that," Feliciano said cocking his head at the stuttering Lovino. "But now that you mentioned it: did you make me cookies, Lovi?"
"No! There not just for you, you narcissistic bastard! They're for your Asian friend too/"
"Hey," Kiku protested quietly. "I take offense to that, but since I am Japanese I will only quietly vent my anger towards you." Kiku blushed as he stared at Lovino, and it wasn't because he was angry at him for the comment.
"Shut up, Kiku!" Vash, the boy who had an obsession with every weapon known to man shouted. "Tell him how you really feel!" Then he sat back down in his seat and continued to draw for his sister Lili.
The three were stunned for a minute before Feliciano quickly snatched the bag of cookies away from Lovino.
"Hey, you bastard!"
"Here you go, Kiku," Feliciano said handing the cutely wrapped bag of cookies to his fiend. "I'm not hungry so you can have them."
After all, Feliciano knew how much his Japanese friend liked Lovino.
"Hey, Feli?" Kiku had said one night. "Do you have a crush on somebody?"
Feliciano had been surprised at his friend. He had never expected a topic like this to come up between him and his emotionally quiet and reserved friend.
"Nah, I'm keeping my options open~" He paused. "Do you?"
Kiku set down his manga and looked up at the ceiling with a sigh. "Yeah. Lovino."
"Veh~ The angsty Italiano from our class? That Lovino? Wow, I didn't know you liked the bad boys. You naughty man!"
Kiku blushed brightly. "He's really not all bad. Deep down he's pretty sweet and kind."
Feliciano felt his head slip out from underneath his palm. His brown eyes shot open in surprise.
He raised his head noticing how stiff and pained his neck was. The bus was dark and quiet—he didn't even remember drifting off. He turned to ask Kiku how long he had been out when he noticed his friend was quietly snoring against his shoulder.
"Eh? You sleep too, Kiku?"
He looked around the bus and noticed that everyone was either slouched in their seats or collapsed in the hallway of the bus. Something in his brain told him to get up and check if everyone was okay. But his body was too heavy to move. He wanted desperately to just go back asleep.
His eyes slowly closed.
Bang!
His eyes shot open again.
"Ve? It's the German transfer kid," he mumbled to himself. "Why is he so angry looking?"
Feliciano stared at the tall German at the back of the bus. He was banging against the windows of the bus screaming something in another language.
"You're gonna hurt yourself~" Feliciano cooed softly.
The German slammed his fists against the window one last time, his blue eyes drooping. He fell into his seat with a pained expression on his face. Feliciano followed him into the drugged sleep.
Feliciano was in the middle of a good dream about Pasta and the German transfer student when he was suddenly awoken by a cold feeling around his neck.
He rubbed his tired eyes and yawned as he slowly sat up. First thing he noticed was how hard the seat was beneath him. It reminded him of the very un-awesome and terribly hard seats at school. He opened his eyes and noticed that that was exactly what he was sitting on.
He looked around and noticed that they weren't on the bus anymore but back in their classroom. Or a room almost exactly like it. His fellow classmates were around him. They were all slouched in their desks. Slowly they were beginning to stir and moan as they awoke.
"What is this?" Kiku asked next to him. He was grabbing at something around his neck. It shined silver in the little light that was available.
Feliciano grabbed at his own neck and discovered what had awaked him from his dreams. It was a metal collar. He tried to pull it off but it was tightly secured.
"What the hell is going on?" Gilbert suddenly yelled.
It abruptly broke the quiet calm of the class. They all began to suddenly yell at each other and grasp at their necks with shaking fingers.
The only two who weren't panicking were the German, Ludwig, and the Russian, Ivan.
The door suddenly banged open and the kids jumped.
"Please," Someone said calmly. "Take you're seats and calm down. The fun hasn't even started yet."
The kids stared as a man with long white hair walked into the room. He was wearing a nice black suit with a white tie that stood out against the deathly color. His shoes clacked as he walked to the front of the room a small smile on his thin lips.
A group of men in military uniforms followed him into the room, closing the door behind him. They all carried guns and had blank almost bored expressions on their faces.
"Welcome," the white haired man said. "You are the lucky class that has been chosen this year! Please make me proud!"
"Excuse me, sir?" Roderich asked as he stood up from his desk. He was the president of the class and always the one to stand up for his peers. "Why are we here? What's going on?"
The smile on the face of the white haired man widened. "I'm glad you asked." He moved closer to the class pushing up the frameless glasses on his sharp nose. "You, Class B of Gauken High school, have been chosen to participate in 'The Program'."
Mathew, the ghost of the class, suddenly screamed.
I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia or Battle Royale