Ok so yay! Another dream story! It was a cross between Hetalia and Black Cat, but it's just Hetalia here. Again, my keyboard is weird so something's might seem off. Oh and there's a contest!

The first reviewer that can name all the Numbered in order will win a One-shot written by me! Any pairing, any rating, and genre! Some may be easy to guess but other's will be mysterious! Good Luck and enjoy!

I don't own Hetalia!

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Ever since the war started, we have been hiding. Fighting in the shadows. The Blutige Ash War started years ago, when I was twelve, when my village burned to the ground and my family murdered in front of my eyes. When they showed up, I had no choice but to fight back. I, along with twelve others have been dedicated to fighting back.

I am Elizeveta, number thirteen, and the leader of the infamous Numbered.

"But 13..."whined 11, tears glistening in her eyes. She was cute and all but damn she was annoying. Her and her twin sister 10 joined my team three years ago, when their town was bombed in a drunk air raid. Though they were sisters, twins nonetheless, their personalities couldn't be farther from each other.

Both were gorgeous. We all were, gaining them the name 'Fallen Angels'. 10 smacked her sister upside the head, again.

"Tsk. God 11, we can't have pasta for dinner every night!" her voice angry. Though her voice reflected negative emotions, when her chocolate eyes met with the soft Carmel of her sister, 10 sighed. Their numbers glinting off their arms as the lighting over head flickered. Just then, the other numbers joined us in the common room of our most recent hideout and started lounging on the old furniture we saved from the scrap yard. Loud and obnoxious as they could be, I loved them all. They were all I had left.

"It's my turn!" shout the rambunctious blond. Her hair was in a curly bob just around her ears and hiding be hide wire rims were bright blue eyes. Number six always was the first into battle, leading the way for all of us. Her family was tortured, starved to death. Since then she has had a problem with her eating. Always shoving her face as if she'll never see a scrap of food again. Her number glowed on her left breast, which was falling out of her bikini top. She was arguing with 2 over what movie to watch. 2 never wanted to watch anything that didn't have to do with music. She sighed and pushed her glasses higher up on her nose.

"6, please be reasonable. You picked the last movie, and I want to watch August Rush." Her voice was low and threatening. 2 always had her long brown hair out of her face, though a piece always managed to escape. A genius behind any instrument, she was terrible with people. 2's tattoo was placed elegantly on her stomach, right above her belly button. I gave up trying to keep up with their argument and scanned the room. The quiet ones were in the corner, talking hushed. They were in charge of spying, and always had good news for me.

"1! 3! 7!" I called, ushering them over. Without a second's delay they hurried over to me. I know parents shouldn't pick favorites, but if I could? It would be them. 1 had been with me the longest, since she was ten. She talks to no one but myself, and only I know the reason. One year before joining my team, her mother was raped by the soldiers. They told her if she said anything, they would cut her throat. I shuddered just recalling the event. Soft, curly, blonde hair fell a little past her shoulders and sad violet eyes hid under long lashes.

3 hid behind the other two. She was only thirteen, I three years her senior. Her brother was enlisted by the army and killed in combat. In his memory she cut her hair choppily at her ears.

"Um...I found something..." she said meekly, still hiding behind 1. I knelt down to her, seeing as I was a good head-and-a-half taller then the little spy.

"Um...I heard some Blutige soldiers were spending the night at an inn in town. Three of them. All underlings." She whispered out. My eyes hardened. Those bastards. This was our last safe haven and they think they can barge in?! 7 tapped on my shoulder. I could still hear 10 and 11 arguing in the background along with the bickerings of 2 and 6. I really didn't want to deal with this.

"My informants found something rather, interesting." She told me. 7 came over from Russia three years before the way broke out. Her younger brother was drafted and she sought me out in order to save him. I looked at her curiously. " In three days time a shipment of ammunition is planned to arrive at the station two towns over at exactly 12:00 noon." Her hair was so blonde it seemed white and fell to her ears. Her number reflected off her hand that rested on her rather large chest. I nodded and grinned. The odds were in our favor today. I dismissed the spys and called 5 over. Even though she scared the others, her long blonde-white hair flowing past her waist and knife always at the ready and tattoo placed along her neck, I found the girl's presence to be comforting.

"5, it's time. There's an ammunition train scheduled for noon in three days time. We need to stop it. You, 6 and 12 have always been the most destructive. I want the ammunition destroyed. All of it. Don't leave a single bullet in tact." Hearing her number, 12 sauntered over. Brashest of us all, her number was proudly displayed across her cheek. Her dark skin matched the long pigtails that reached her hips.

"I'm ready," she announced, getting excited, "But shouldn't we take some of the ammo for us? I mean, we are running out." I did think about that, but I found the risk to large.

"No. It needs to be gone. They can't have anything." My say was final, and the girls grinned at the malice in my hazel eyes. Perfect. Someone pulled on my skirt. Turning, I found myself gazing in the soulful eyes of number 9. short, with a lanky build and thick black hair gave her a distant appearance. She was the master at was plans along with building models.

"I do believe we need more ammo." She said quietly and I cursed under my breath. We did, didn't we. I called over to 3 and pulled her over to the side.

"3, I need you to sneak into the ammo cart with 1 and 7 and steal as much as you can before it departs and hurry back. If your personal safety is in danger, abandon the mission. Now go!" she nodded curtly and ran over to the others. As they ran out the door together, the last two Numbered walked passed them. 4 and 8 were probably the most mysterious out of all twelve numbers.

4 stumbled upon my door step three years ago after her large family was murdered for being oriental. She was the only survive, but only because they thought to spare the singular female of the family. Her long hair was pinned back with a flower. Next to her was 8. She had lived with her older brother, but was ripped away from him when it was found he sold drugs to keep her fed. She was nice enough, pretty with a bow holding her hair out of her face, but always seemed distant in her own way.

"4! 8! Can you start dinner? 1, 3, and 7 won't be back till later so don't make any for them." We couldn't help it. Rations were dangerously low. Thankfully, they had yet to notice the fact I've been sneaking all my food onto 3's plate when she's not looking. The poor girl was skin and bones. They all where.

As we tucked into a sparse meal, we had no idea that the spy's mission was in jeopardy. We had no idea that the soldiers could be so cruel, but boy were we about.

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OK! So first chapter done! I'm not 100% familiar with all the characters, but hopefully you'll still be able to guess who they are. The first one to review with the right names, IN ORDER will get a personalized one-shot and a cameo in the next chapter! (If you want that is)