OMAIGAW! I UPDATED!
After days of sophisticated ponder of how I should rewrite this Fan fiction, I have finally started it again! FROM CHAPTER NUMERO UNO!
*Bricked by Animefangirl7887 aka my editor*
Ahem, anyways, to those who have stuck with me from the beginning I worship-I mean thank- you.
Hopefully, it will be a lot better now. (I was reading the old version and I found it lame, boring, slow and waaaaaaaaayyy too angsty)
I do not own Hetalia but I should.
*bricked again*
Chapter 1
Her dress was ripped and her platinum blonde hair tangled and wild. The usual navy blue bow was missing. She paused in her crash through the Siberian woods in order to catch her breath. Her hand subconsciously patted the concealed pocket. It was still there. She let out a sigh of relief, which created a puff of fog in front of her face, and rested for a bit, leaning against a long-dead tree. Dead? Maybe it was just because of the cold.
A rustle was heard in the bushes behind her. She tensed and swiftly began to run again.
"That's no very nice, da?" a voice sounded behind her.
Belarus cringed and fought the urge to turn around and run back to her brother, dear, dear brother. Instead, she tore herself away and increased the speed of her run. However, without looking, she could tell that the Russian was gaining on her. A split-glance over her shoulder confirmed the suspicion.
"Come back to us, Belarus! I thought you wanted to become one with me, da? I'm saying yes right now!"
Belarus continued to sprint, relying on pure will. I wanted to become one with RUSSIA, my brother, the one who was both sweet and considerate and cute when flustered, not with a blood-thirsty murderer of a Soviet monster! Who are you!?
In her ponderings, a root caught her foot, sending her tumbling into the muddy snow. A hand grabbed the back of her already torn dress none too gently and yanked her up.
"Were you playing hide-and seek with me?" the nation giggled. "Then I've found you, da?"
Belarus clenched her teeth as the Soviet gripped her into a headlock, restraining her air supply.
He muttered maliciously into her ear, "Nothing that belongs to me is allowed to escape, da? Nothing." His voice ended in a hiss.
Belarus squirmed in the other's grip, attempting to loosen the hold, only resulting in firmer constriction, leaving her gasping for each breath. Her eyesight began to blur, but her mind was still crystal conscious. Silently, she released one of the hidden knives strapped to her arm and plunged the dagger blindly into the Russian.
A howl of pain erupted from her captor and she was released. The minute free, she took off sprinting. Risking a quick glance behind her, she spotted the Russian, holding the bloody blade, crimson life-water oozing out a large gash in his thigh. The snow around him was already stained red.
"Why you little BITCH!" he snarled.
The outburst was replied by the Belarus's activation of and toss of a stun bomb. Although she was quite sure that the other nation wouldn't be able to pursuit her with such a wound, it was better to elongate the available time for escape. This was war, and the game of war held no rules, no certainty. Instinctively, she patted the pocket again. Good, still there.
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"Shouldn't we activate the satellite, like, really soon?" the man asked, swiveling around his office chair to face his brother, glasses reflecting the various visual screens of the dark control room. The other man shook his head and continued typing the in the encrypted codes of the system with silence.
The first man pouted and whined.
"Come on bro; talk to me, your heroic brother who's dying of boredom!"
Canada sighed and leaned back into the faux leather chair.
"Not yet, at least. The risks are not great enough yet…according to the intelligence." He turned to face towards his brother, "Anyways, Earth-shield can only stop up to 25 missiles and who knows how long this war will last."
The northern nation swiveled back to face the hacking virus he was programming. Silence returned to the room but only for a second.
"Why don't we just nuke Russia and then end the war? It well enough with Japan last time!" America proclaimed, "And we can all be heroes!"
Canada let out a sigh of annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"We are trying to stop a nuclear war, not start one! Also, Russia is HUGE, it'll be impossible to strike enough vital areas in order to wea-"
WARNING, WARNING, UNINDENTIFIED PERSONEL ENTRY! WARNING WARNING!
A voice broke through the loud speaker system.
America and Canada stood up.
"Someone infiltrated our base?!" America furrowed his brow.
"Stop staring, get armed." Canada answered as he retrieved the revolvers hidden in a desk drawer. He tossed one to America who caught it with practiced ease.
"Any more rounds?" America asked as he checked the barrel of the firearm.
Canada handed him cartridge.
The thundering of feet and yells erupted outside the iron door.
"Show time," America muttered.
"Not until we fully lock the computers," Canada commented.
"Oh, yeah."
Belarus ripped through the hall as guards pursued her. With guns.
"Get her, must be a spy!"
"Her hair, it's platinum blonde, a Soviet!"
Out from an iron door several feet in front of her stepper America and Canada, armed as well, guns raised.
The guards behind her slowed as they spotted the blocked exit.
Canada cocked an eyebrow.
"Belarus? Rather ruthless and uncharacteristic, isn't it?" He narrowed his eyes, "Unless you wanted to get caught?"
Belarus didn't answer but removed the knives strapped onto her arms and dropped them to the floor, kicking them away from herself. Then, she raised her hands in a signal of surrender and carefully chose her words.
"I come with valuable information and a cry for mercy."
AN: AND HERE IT IS, VERSION TWO OF THIS FANFICTION! REVIEWS AND SUGGESTIONS PLEASE?