Title Hetalia: Stolen Ukes
Authors The Pyro Okami and HitachiinElephant
Summary
Alfred and Matthew throw a party. Alfred has a special reason for this party, but never thought they would have party crashers... Or kidnappers. Oddly enough, the ukes of the party were taken. It's up to the semes to bring them back safe and sound.
Rating Part 1 - T for language and a drunken Brit Part 2 - M (Will be explained in part 2 (i dun wanna spoil 8D))
Author's Notes
It's about damn time I finished this! xD Okay, so for those of you who don't know, this epic story is based off a roleplay I did with my buddy The Pyro Okami (thus why they are included as an author x3). It was originally their idea, we roleplayed it out, and we both LOVED it. So... Yeah. x3
Oh, and if you have any questions, ask me.
Hope you enjoy~! ^w^
( Please note that Jack is The Pyro Okami's OC. Also note that the characters might be OOC a bit... BUT OH WELL! xD )
Hetalia: Stolen Ukes
PART 1
"Come on, Matty! Please~?" An American blond was pleading with his brother and lover, his hands clasped together and big, childish eyes.
Matthew Williams took one look at his twin and regretted it. With that adorable face he was making, there was no way he could refuse. "Fine, Alfie," he sighed, smiling softly. "We'll have a party."
"Yay! Thank you, Matt!" Alfred hugged his brother tightly and kissed him lightly before he ran off to call some people over.
The Canadian chuckled as his excited twin ran off. After a moment, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "What am I going to do with him?" he sighed, still smiling slightly.
A few days passed, and the party finally came around. The younger blond was surprised at how many people came. His large living room was nearly filled with nations. Friends and family of the two were invited, so Ivan, Arthur, and Francis were expected. But more people just kept coming in. Soon, the Canadian's house was full of countries big and small. Oddly enough, they all seemed to be married or dating.
Upstairs, in Matthew's bedroom, a nervous American paced back and forth, a small velvet box in hand. "Calm down, Alfred. He'll say yes. You know he will. How can he say no to you?" He kept talking to himself, trying to calm himself. "H-He's said he loved you more than a billion times, and you know just how true that is, man… Now go out there and pop the damn question!" He took another deep breath before shoving the little box in his famous bomber jacket. He wasn't sure why, but he felt that today was a good day to where it.
As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, he was suddenly tackled by a crimson-eyed Prussian. "The Awesome Prussia attacks his prey!" he cackled. "Kesesesese~" He wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck and clung to him the best he could.
"Ack! G-Gilbert, get off me!" He tore the arms off his neck and heard a thump behind him as the albino fell to the ground. "What was that for?"
The awesome one shrugged and stood up, dusting himself off. "Because it was too much fun to resist. So, have you proposed to Matt yet?"
He blushed slightly and shook his head. "No, but I'm going to right now… Do me a favor and keep an eye on Britain. I saw him sneak a bottle of rum with him and I don't want him spoiling the surprise."
Gilbert chuckled and nodded. "Sure. Just don't take too long. Russland loves his bunny, after all." He blushed a little from the statement.
Alfred nodded with a grin and headed downstairs to find his brother with an Italian, the northern part if he remembered correctly.
"Ve~ Ciao, America!" he greeted kindly to the Canadian.
Matthew hugged his bear close and shook his head. "I-I'm not America. I'm Canada." It was becoming less bothersome for the younger of the two North Americans for him to correct others. Many things didn't get on his nerves as much anymore now that he was with his brother.
"But, speak of the handsome devil, here I am!" He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Matthew's waist from behind, kissing his cheek.
"V-Ve?" the small Italian exclaimed out of confusion. "I'm seeing double!" With that, he ran off to Germany to cling and express his confusion to.
The Canadian let out a giggle and looked back at his brother. "Bonjour, Alfie." He turned his head slightly so their lips met in a soft kiss. After a moment, though, he pulled back. "What's on your mind, Alfie?"
America still couldn't believe how well his twin could tell when he had something on his mind. Must have been a brother thing he never learned about. "I, uh… I was just w-wondering-"
"SPIT IT OUT, ALREADY~!" A slight drunken Brit slurred the words, followed by a giggle as he stumbled a bit. Francis held him close to keep him from falling over and just to get closer to taking advantage of him. Gilbert, being an awesome friend, ran up to Arthur and cupped his hand over his mouth, nodding to Alfred for the okay.
Matthew was confused. Spit what out? He looked back to his twin and turned to face him, the arms slipping from his waist. "Alfred? What is it?" He tilted his head to the side a little in curiosity.
The older blond brother blushed and smiled at how cute his twin looked at that moment. He always had such adorable moments. He then pushed the thoughts aside for now and focused on his plan. "I-I, uh… Was wondering if you w-would-"
Suddenly, the lights in the Canadian's home flickered and went off. The room went quiet and the nations looked around, a few of the more easily scared nations holding onto their lovers. Matthew was no different, glancing around his house and taking a small step closer to his lover.
"Ve~?" Feliciano's voice was heard softly, breaking the silence. "What happened to the lights?"
Just as he finished his sentence, the windows shattered with a loud crash. Screams of fear were heard from the more uke-ish males, rushing to their semes if they weren't with them already. The younger blond held onto his brother, watching out the large gap where a window once was at the flashing lights outside his home. "A-Alfred, what's going on?" he asked, scared.
"I don't know, Matty," he whispered to him. He then looked up at the crowd. "Everybody down!" he yelled out, pulling his brother down to the floor with him. Ludwig, Francis, and many others all followed suit and pulled their lovers down with them as well.
Britain giggled and pointed at the lights. "Hooray! The band is here!"
That's when they began taking what they wanted.
Snake-like arms slithered in through the gaps and began taking the more feminine nations. The first to be taken were those that were closer to the windows, like Ravis and Feliks. Next were Kiku and Tino due to the fact that their semes didn't get down like everyone else. Screams erupted from the smaller nations, their partners trying desperately to hold onto them. But the tentacles took them away.
As they came closer to the males on the ground, Alfred tightened his hold on Matthew. He couldn't let them take away the only one he loved. Especially now, when he was going to propose to him. "M-Matty," he said, watching in horror as the ukes were taken, "Whatever you do, don't let go of me, okay?" He felt the other nod against his chest.
"Ve! D-Doitsu, I'm scared!" Italy cried, holding onto his German partner. He buried his face into the strong man's shoulder, when he suddenly felt something around his ankles pulling him. He squealed in fear as he was torn off Ludwig. "D-Doitsu~!" he cried out, reaching out towards him.
"Feli!" He reached out for him, but the tentacles already had him out the window.
Another Italian was screaming and kicking furiously, trying to fight back against the arms that had a firm hold on his ankles and wrists. "D-Dammit! Let me go, you bastards! I will fucking kick your asses if you don't! S-Spain, you bastard! Help me!" But Antonio was terrified as well, frozen as he witnessed his Romano being taken from him.
Prussia was hiding inside Ivan's coat, watching as others were being taken. He watched as General Winter, Russia's protector, lost his small lover named Jack. He didn't want to end up like those two. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, tentacles were reaching for his arms and legs. "Nein! You cannot have the awesome me!" he snarled, smacking away at the tentacles trying to grab his arms.
Russia also kicked away at the arms going for his love's ankles. But even with both of them fighting back, a few were able to wrap around Gilbert's waist, trying to tear him off the pale-blond male. "N-Nyet!" he screeched, trying to peel the pulling limbs off, "Moi banni!"
Gilbert was clinging to Ivan's arm for his life. Tears were beginning to blur his eyesight. "R-Russland," he whispered, holding out a hand. "G-Give me your heart. I need t-to keep my promise."
Russia stared at the other a moment before taking out his own heart from his chest and placing it in the hand before him.
The Prussian smiled softly and mouthed the words "Ich leibe dich" before the tentacles pried him off and he was taken away. He held the Russian's heart close to his own, protecting it from any arms that wanted to take it from him.
Francis could only watch in sheer terror as one by one, ukes were being taken away. "M-Mon cher!" he exclaimed, "I don't think that is the band!" His grip tightened, hoping his words would sober him up a bit.
"Aw, that's too bad~!" Arthur snickered. Suddenly, the crash of another window breaking, as well as recognizing the tone of his lover's voice, snapped him mostly sober and he finally realized what was going on.
It was too late, though. By the time he figured out that he was going to be taken, the tentacles were already wrapped around his legs and wrists, pulling with all their strength. He whined in fear and pain as their grip tightened.
The French blond had his arms wrapped tightly around the Brit's waist, but the arms were stronger and broke his hold, stealing Britain away from him. The last thing he heard before he disappeared outside was a blood-curdling cry of his name.
Before they knew it, Matthew and Alfred were the only couple still left in the room, making them the final target. "A-Alfie! Th-They're coming closer!" the Canadian whimpered, clinging to the jacket of his brother. He felt one slowly wrap around his left ankle, then another at his right.
Alfred growled darkly at the tentacles. "Get your damn arms off my brother!" He kicked at them while keep his strong hold on the younger blond, the foreign arms flinching back a bit.
Matthew did the same, doing his best to kick at them. However, they were able to quickly wrap around his legs, holding them tightly. "Alfred!" he screamed, turning towards his twin and holding him tightly, one hand slipping into his pocket and unknowingly holding the small box. "Alfred d-don't let them take me away!" He looked up at the American, tears in his eyes.
"I won't, Matty! I won't!" He held him tightly as he felt the tentacles pull harder. He couldn't lose his only brother and lover. He couldn't! Tears were building in his eyes as he feared the worst.
Suddenly, his brother slipped from his grasp. "ALFRED!" he cried, reaching out towards his brother.
"M-MATTHEW!" The American stood up and stumbled after him, trying to grab him again. He was so close to grabbing his hand. He couldn't quit, and he wouldn't. He followed the Canadian being dragged until he was out the window.
He was gone. His one and only love was gone.
"Matty," he whispered to the air before falling to his knees, catching his head in his hands. Tears slipped past his fingers. "Matty… Wh-Why? Dammit, why?"
Ivan stood up, anger flaring within him. A string of Russian curses, as well as quite a few Kol's, were muttered under his breath before he spoke out loud. "Who is up for a rescue mission?" he exclaimed, his voice almost sounding like a feral growl.
The room broke out in cheers before ideas spewed from every nation in the room. Of course, no one listened to anyone else and everyone talked over everyone else. It was a world meeting all over again.
Out of the corner of his eye, the pale-blond male saw the usually high-spirited hero, broken-hearted on the floor. He approached him slowly and crouched beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Comrade," he said quietly, "Now is not the time to cry. Matvey needs his hero, da?"
Alfred blinked a couple times before nodding and rubbing his eyes. "You're right," he breathed. "You're right!" He stood up abruptly and turned to the group that had just begun to argue. Nations were getting in each other's faces, and things did not look like they were going to get better.
"ENOUGH!" All the nations froze from the voice, partially because it was loud and partially because they were surprised it wasn't Germany. All eyes moved to look at Alfred, everyone frozen in place.
Once he was sure he had their attention, the American spoke again. "We can't just stand around and bicker about what we're going to do all day. Those alien things took what matters most to us, and we are going to get them back. I don't even care if I'm in charge. All I want is to have Matthew back... So are we going kick alien ass or are we going to let them steal our lovers away?"
Everyone stood in silence for a moment before cheering again. Before they all got too rowdy, though, Germany interrupted them.
"Everyone! We need a plan to save them first." He thought for a moment, closing his eyes and letting out a soft hum.
"I got one!" The American was on a roll today. "What if we sneak on the ship? While some of us are distracting them on the ground and in the air, a few of us sneak on. We could jump from a chopper or something."
Ludwig nodded. "Hm… That could work. I'll be going, of course."
"Me, too," Ivan pitched in, raising his hand.
"I shall go, as well," General Winter said, stepping forward.
"Me lovi needs me!" Antonio shouted from the back of the group, pushing his way towards the front.
"And Mon Ange needs me!" Francis called, an unwavering look on his face.
Alfred looked at the small band that agreed to go. These nations were determined to get their lover's back, even if it was the last thing they ever did. They all volunteered to put their lives in danger for the one they loved most. "Then it's settled. We'll all go. The rest of you will distract them if they cause any problems. Now let's save some nations!"
The room exploded in cheers once again. Countries were already running out to get ready.
Alfred grinned and turned away from them all, approaching the shattered window and looking up at the ship. His heart panged slightly with pain, but his eyes only showed the determination and fearlessness of a true hero.
"Don't worry, Matt… I'm coming to get you."
Part one is FIN! 8D
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Translations
[ German ]
Russland - Russia
Nein - No
Ich leibe dich - I love you
[ Italian ]
Ciao - Hello
[ French ]
Bonjour - Hello
Mon cher - My dear
Mon ange - My angel
[ Russian ]
Nyet - No
Moi banni - My bunny
Asta-la-pasta!
