May 15, 2011

12:45

Chicago, USA

"Every one please exit in an orderly fashion! Stay in groups until you are picked up by the hotels cars! Do not panic! We apologize for the inconvenience!" The attendant yelled over the groups of people making their way out of the hotel and into cars adorned with the hotels name. The nations grumbled as they walking onto the smoke filled street.

"Vee~ why can't we just stay in the nice hotel? I'm sure we'd be safe..." Italy yawned, having been asleep during the meeting when they were told to evacuate.

"And if the building catches fire? Huh? What do we do then smart guy! In case you haven't noticed, the fire's heading towards the damn hotel!" His brother ranted, hitting him over the head.

"Vee! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Italy cried, hiding behind Germany. Said blond sighed, none too pleased with this turn of events.

"It's alright Italy. Just get in the car. Please." He gently pushed both the Italians into the vehicle before following himself.

"Come on Iggyyy~ it's not that bad! Just think of it like an adventure! An adventure that takes us to a new hotel! And a new room to argue politically in!" America grinned, pushing the huffy Englishman to the car.

"Adventure my ass. And what are the chances of a fire this big anyway! Especially in the middle of a city!" England complained.

"I have no idea." America laughed, about to Push Arthur into the car when Prussia practically dived in ahead of them, laughing and scrambling into the seat next to his brother.

"That's right, the awesome me just cut you off!" England was about to give a surely scathing retort to that, but Alfred was finally successful in pushing him into the van first.

"Nice one Gil." America smiled at the albino, who gave him a thumbs up in return.

"America, you git. Get in here. Your going to hold up the line." England ordered, buckling himself in.

The blond shook his head. "Nope. Gotta make sure every one gets in first."

"Don't tell me your still trying to act like a 'hero' you idiot!" Arthur taunted.

"Something like that." was his reply before the American stepped out of their view.

"Don't worry Amérique, I will keep dear Angleterre company!" He jumped into the van, next to Arthur and began harassing him. Spain slid in after him, with Japan, China and Russia soon after.

"Is that every one for this car?" Germany asked. The driver looked at his sheet of names and nodded.

"The last is Mr. Jones."

"Well tell him to get in here! The smokes starting to get into the the car." Arthur coughed, fending off France with a fist to the face.

"He's not out there." Russia informed them, looking at the now empty sidewalk. "no one is out there."

"What do you mean 'no one's out there'? He was just standing by the car! Waiting for you guys to get your asses in." Prussia countered.

"Well comrade, wherever he was, he is not there now, Da?"

"I did not see him while coming in either. Sorry." Japan added.

"Me neither, aru."

Before an argument could start, the driver picked up his walkie-talkie and listened, before closing the doors. Exclamations from the passengers were cut off as the driver started the car and began addressing them.

"Sorry, but I was just told the fire's reached the hotel. Had to start driving."

"But Alfred-"

"I'm sure Mr. Jones can take care of himself. My job is to make sure to get you to safety." He cut the other off, apologizing.

The nations sat, grumbling and complaining about a certain 'stupid', 'troublesome' and 'childish' American.

"This is so not awesome." Prussia sighed, looking out his window. Red eyes widened when he saw a white '50' pass through smoke and into an alley. After staring for a moment, he made a decision.

"Hey! Un-awesome driver guy! Stop the car!" When it seemed no one heard him over their own squabbling, he sucked in a deep breath.

"HEY! STOP THE DAMN CAR!" The driver was so shocked, he actually did stop the car. All occupants came to a dead silence as they stared at the Prussian. Said Prussian smirked, scrambled over the seat in front of him-and Russia and china in the process- and practically kicked the door opened and jumped out of the car.

"Gilbert! Where are you going?" Ludwig called after him.

"Chasing America!" Prussia laughed, disappearing into an ally.

Germany sighed and climbed out of the car, apologizing to the panicking driver and jogging after his brother. Italy squeaked and ran after the blond, prompting his brother to follow, whom Spain immediately stalked, and France laughed and ran after to stay with his two friends and dragged England and Japan with him. China, not wanting to be left alone with Russia, jumped after them with an aggravated "Aru". Russia sat for a moment, smiling, before getting out of the van and following.

The driver just sat, stunned.

-xXXx-

Prussia stopped at an intersection of alleys, unsure of which way to go. He sighed and scratched his head.

"Bruder! What the hell are you doing!" Germany yelled, coming up behind him and leaning, with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. The Italy's came up behind, Feliciano grabbed onto Germany, apparently not out of breath from his run.

After a moment, the other nations caught up. As they began arguing again and Prussia smiled, turning and walking towards they alleyway with the most smoke. Russia looked on in interest before following.

Noticing this, Germany ran and took hold of the back of his brother's blue suit.

"And just where," He growled, pulling the shorter off the ground and turning him around, "do you think you're going?"

Prussia smiled "Like I said, following America."

The others simply stared.

"What?" England dead panned.

Gilbert sighed, trying to get back to solid ground. And failing. "Like I said, again. I. AM. FOL-LOW-ING. AL-FRED. You guys deaf or something?"

"Do you see America any where around here? And since when were you two on human-name basis?" England asked, glaring at Prussia.

"Dude, we hang out all the time! I just don't insult him 24-7 like you do." England huffed angrily at this, "and I saw him run into this alley in the car. But now, he's getting farther away. So if you'll excuse me..." He began struggling again.

"Um...excuse me...but...Russia left." A quiet voice spoke up.

Every one stared at the newcomer.

"Amer..."France paused for a moment. "Mattieu! When did you get here?"

Canada sighed, "I've been here the whole time. You just never noticed me.

"oh. …..sorry.."

"It's fine."

Prussia managed to get out of Germany's grip and dashed after Russia. This prompted the other nations to run, again.

After another six or seven minutes of running they came to a halt behind Russia.

"I hear something. Shut up and listen, Da?"

They stared at the giant man and quickly shut their mouths. He was right. A small, quiet sound echoed around the smoke.

Arthur slowly walked towards one alley opening and listened. That's when he heard it. Screaming.

"Hey! Over here! Some ones screaming!" He called, taking off into the suffocating grayness.

He listened as the others ran after him. Breaking out onto the other side of the smoke was like taking out ear plugs. He could hear the screaming now perfectly.

"SOME ONE! PLEASE! SAVE MY BABY! PLEASE! HELP!"

They looked at each other before nodding and running towards the woman's voice. As they neared, they heard another voice, quieter, definitely belonging to a man.

They rounded the corner and stopped. Looking. Then did a double take. And a triple take. There was the screaming woman, curled on the ground and holding her baby. The knife in her leg catching the fire's reflection on it's surface.

And in front of her, stood none other than the united states of America, bomber jacket and all. But he wasn't acting the 'hero' as he would usually boast. No, he was looking far from it. For in his outstretched arm, pointed straight at the woman's head, was a silver, very real, very lethal hand gun.

"-ave it your way." As he pulled back the trigger, Gilbert's stomach gave a sickening twist and flip. He wasn't really going to shoot was h-

"ALFRED. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Alfred froze, trigger half pulled back, and jerked his head towards them. As did the woman.

Americas eyes widened, shock written all over his face.

They all stared at each other as Alfred's brain seemed to be rebooting. The blond was the first to break the silence.

"Well shit."


tada~ next chapter. and it's somewhat longer.

Next chapter is when we see what happens.

does the woman live? is alfred really a villian? will iggy ever be nice to alfred?

hell if i know.

any ways. who do you think the pairings will be?