*DISCLAMER*

I don't own Hetalia… :(

I'm Kit and I'm sixteen years old. I have brown hair that goes down about 6 inches past my shoulders and I have blue-grey eyes. I'm crashing at my friend Paige's house right now. School was boring and nothing exciting happened. Our parents are still at work at we already finished our homework. So Paige and I are in her bedroom taking 'bout random crap, as usual. We continue to talk back and forth for awhile, but then… we run out of things to talk about.

I hear Paige get up from her spot on the floor next to me and I turn my head. I see her stand by the edge of her bed the sit on it. Silence fills the room for a couple moments. "Well then… HELLO?" Paige yells.

I whip my around. "Hi," I say and smile sheepishly. I started to stare off into space after Paige sat down on her bed. I have a tendency to do that.

"I think we should attack Russia. What do you think?" Paige asks me.

I stare at her dumbfounded. After a minute I literally shake my head and try to come back to my senses. I fight for words in my mind to express what I feel at the moment and an answer to her question.

"DO YOU WANT TO GET KILLED!" Is what I scream at my friend.

"I like this idea…"

I facepalm. Major facepalm.

Paige stands, "Are you coming?"

Because I don't want Paige to go by herself, and possible get hurt and/or killed, which will probably happen, I decide I'll go with her. I'm going to regret this later aren't I? We're probably going to die…

"Fine…" I grumble as I stand up.

"Yay!" Paige's face lights up and she walks out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

I follow her until she stops at, what looks like a hall closet, and opens the door. I am pleasantly surprised to find the room jam-packed with all sorts of weapons, from grenades to bazookas. The room was huge, despite the size of the door. Like you could fit an eighteen wheeler truck inside the room huge.

I look at her questionably, but also with excitement.

Paige smiles deviously and says, "I keep a secret stash. No one ever goes in this room anyway. When we first moved here, no one was using it and paid little attention to it also, so I decided, 'Why not fill this huge space, that is unoccupied and ignored, and turn it into my weapon room?' so I turned this," she motioned her arms to signify the room, "Into my weapon room. Now that I've answered your question, take your pick."

My eyes search over the weapons until they spot a tranquilizer gun. My hands reach for it and the extra case of the darts placed by it. The tranquilizer gun is painted camouflage and is pretty cool looking. I adjust the strap of the tranquilizer gun and slip it over my shoulder. I also grab a hand-gun and a dagger, partially tucking the hand-gun in my pants then pulling my t-shirt over it. I try to find a place to put the dagger, but just end up sliding it in my pocket. Probably not the best idea, but you never know when a knife can come in handy.

Paige walks out the door and I follow closely behind already on edge. We walk down the street for awhile, maybe two miles. We passed a few houses and in the yard of one of them, a little girl, probably only seven years old, was playing with her dog. I took in the scenery as we walked. Giant oak and pine trees, green leaves, a blueish-purple sky, occasionally joined by a passing bird.

I feel someone poke my arm. "We're here," Paige points to a house a few hundred feet away.

I am surprised to see it is very normal looking. I don't know what I was expecting, just not something normal. The house has sunflowers growing in the flowerbed and green, neatly cut grass. It is two stories and a couple if the lights in the house are on. I can smell food cooking in the kitchen, and my mouth begins to fill with saliva.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Paige run towards the back of the house. I quickly turn on my heels and follow her. As I am running, I see where Paige is going. An open window.

We reach the window and stop. It is over our heads, but we can reach it if we help each other up. Paige laces her fingers together; I step up onto her hands, and am lifted up to the window. I hurriedly help Paige, reaching my hands down to her and pulling her up while she quietly walks on the side of the house. We both sit on the windowsill, legs now turned to the inside of the house. We count to three and both jump from the windowsill and to the floor of Russia's house, our feet barely making any noise. My head jerks up and I do a 360. I nod at Paige and she nods backs, a smile on her face.

We're in.

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