A/N: Ciao everyone~ Thank you for the reviews however there is one review I am going to address merely because of what was brought up. magicflyingmintbunnies noted that last chapter that I had called Ancient Greece the Byzantine Empire which is the East Roman Empire where she noted that it was incorrect however...I do not think the person was aware that in the Axis Powers Hetalia: The CD, Ancient Greece is referred as the Byzantine Empire aka making it canon and not incorrect. I think that point had to be brought up and I will be updating the first chapter with this information merely for people know for future reference. I know I kind of do a half ass job of researching and what not but I do not.. give names to characters if they don't have an establish sort of name like Ancient Egypt was still called Ancient Egypt for that very same reason. (we are not going to go into like Fandom names and what not because that is a mess)
However I still would like to thank this person for catching that either way and at least caring a little to tell me. I am well aware that the Byzantine was the East Roman Empire which made me slightly confused as to why they would put Ancient Greece as under that name as well but then I shrugged and was like "Screw it. if that's what they say what it is then I am just going to follow along." I am not planning to get over a fraud over the creator of Hetalia or the companies involved over a simple manner like this. Oh and if you didn't noticed I have two stories up so I am switching between writing for this and the other so updates might be a bit slow. ^^'
The bombing stopped finally leaving Arthur during the middle of it had blacked out and sometime later woke up on the floor of the hallway. He hasn't felt this way ever since World War II during the German Blitz. On days he spent crying out in pain as his citizens were exploded to bits, children that had yet to be evacuated from the city cried out for their dead parents, and the streets had crumbled leaving a once thriving city a land full of rubble and corpses. However his people had hope and didn't let that stop them from standing up and continuing on. If they had hope then and was able to stand up, so could he.
He panted heavily as he slowly stood up shakily using the wall as leverage. He stumbled making his way towards his office pulling out his phone dialing the first number on his phone.
"Yo! The Hero isn't here at the moment and is busy helping to save the world! Or eating McDonalds or playing video games or- BEEP!"
Arthur sighed as it went immediately straight to voicemail and the fact that Alfred of course went over the time for the voice recording that it got cut off. He knew it was unlikely that Alfred would be responding for if he just was able to stand up, Alfred maybe still in a terrible state or worse.. Or hopefully he was actually talking to his boss or something.
Alfred called the next number on his list hopefully getting an answer and luckily the person picked up.
"Black sheep! Are you okay?" a familiar voice cried out through the phone with concern. Arthur let out a grumbled that he had to of course call him that stupid nickname.
"I'll survive stupid frog," Arthur grumbled out thankful for not listening to Francis. His house was at least located outside of the city where he had a nice little area to himself to spend time with his magical friends which are real dammit. He opened the door to his office stumbling inside. He needed to hopefully get that one thing to hopefully dull the pain though knew he probably was going to regret it.
"I see that your attitude survived as well," Francis said with a small joking tone. "You weren't the only placed bombed Arthur."
"I know.. America was bombed.." Arthur said accidentally tripping over a pile of books set off to the side that he was planning to read over as for references to some paperwork he had to sign which currently was only a nuisance. He cursed loudly as he made the painful process of getting back up.
"Not only America but also Russia and Germany too," Francis said. "Gilbert told me that Berlin was bombed not too long after Moscow was reported to exploded into flames. Ironic really."
Arthur couldn't help but for once agree with the French after all the place was a frozen tundra and for it to explode into flames was truly ironic. "Have you been able to get a contact of Alfred and erm.."
"No I haven't been able to get a hold of Matthew and Alfred," Francis siged. "Honestly Black Sheep, you should be able to know his name after all this time."
"Oh shut up frog," Arthur said managing to get up making his way to his desk and searching through its drawers. "Did you hear from Ludwig and Ivan?"
"Non. Gilbert has been trying to get a hold of Ludwig and Feliciano who were caught up in the bombings in Berlin while we have recieved no word from Ivan either not that I am really happy about it."
"I see... I am assuming that we are having a world meeting?"
"Of course~" Francis said. "We called for an emergency meeting and we are meeting in Switzerland."
"Switzerland?" Arthur repeated a bit surprised. Usually that was land and Liechtenstein was off limits even for World Meetings. The gun trigger Swtiz was very insistant on keeping there off limits.
"Oui. Vash actually was the one to offer surprisingly opening the borders long enough to get us in to meet up," Francis said twirling the cord of the phone. "It rather is strange... Hey Black Sheep remember the Spanish Armada?"
Arthur was a bit taken back at this comment. Why would Francis be bringing up this at a time like this? Not that he necessary didn't like bringing up the topic since he did after all defeat the so called "Invincible" Spanish Armada. "Of course I do. Why are you bringing that up?"
"Plymouth sure is a nice place." With that Francis hanged up leaving Arthur with a bit of an unpleasant after taste and uncertainly in the air. Plymouth is where Arthur had ambushed Antonio and his bloody Spanish Armada and finally brought an end to it all. If he interpreted that correctly, then he better get ready for whatever danger was awaiting at the meeting. But for now...
Arthur let out a sigh of relief as he found what he was looking for. He hadn't use it since the 1800's however hopefully this was going to be the only time he was going to pick this up again. He gulped as he picked up began to smoke the stash of opium he kept hidden in his desk. (1)
Feliciano moaned out in pain as he slowly opened his eyes to a smoke-filled sky and it was dead silent though he felt liquid coming his ear which he can easily assume it was blood. His body screamed out in pain as he laid there feeling something rather heavy on top of him. His eyes slowly focused on a pile of rubble that trapped him.
"L-Ludwig?" Feli murmured out taking a small glanced around to find the German lying to right next to him unconscious. The Italian tried to move his arm only to find out that he couldn't move it. His eyes widen and he looked at his arm seeing it was trapped under a pile of stone most likely from some building that had exploded from the bombs. He checked his other arm luckily it was free and besides several cuts and a bit of a nasty bruise, it was otherwise alright.
Using his good arm he tried to move the rubble off his arm managing to push it off much to his relief. His arm was definitely broken and his body finally registered the pain. Feli bit his lip whimpering slightly as he tried to ignore the pain the best as he can trying to pull himself from the rubble only to his much panic that he couldn't. Feli instead tried to push the rubble off however it was much to heavy to do that either.
Why did he have to be so weak especially when it actually mattered?
He tried harder to pull himself from the rubble until he faintly heard a snap. His eyes widen as he let out a painful cry though managed to pull himself from the rubble. He looked to see his right leg was in unnatural position and his left leg was most likely crushed. He couldn't tell which one had snapped though he knew he couldn't stand up either way.
He panted as he looked at his friend who was trapped under another pile of rubble. He looked at his broken arm... If he tried to strain it more he could risk more damage. His eyes unconsciously wandered over to the German's unconscious body. Ludwig always was there to save him so it was his turn to save him.
Feliciano did his best as he dragged himself over to where Ludwig was trapped before moving the rubble off with another cry of pain. He didn't need to be a medic to understand how badly Ludwig was injuried. Blood had leaked down his head and he swore he saw some white sticking out of his arm much to his utter horror. Though he was more worried about internal damage. The German was breathing heavily as it took much work to be able to even breath.
He sighed in relief as he looked at Ludwig who was now free however what should he do? Ludwig was free but how is he supposed to drag his friend to safety? He could barely drag Ludwig when he was healthy and not injured. Maybe he could stand a better chance if he had two of his arms to use but he only had one. But he wasn't going to leave Ludwig.
"Ve... don't worry Luddy... I will you save you this time," Feliciano said determined as he breathed in and grabbed Ludwig with his one arm and pulled with all his strength. Unfortunately he still was much to weak to be pulling anyone especially in his current state and only ended up falling backwards hitting his head on the ground. He let out a yelp holding his head in pain.
What was he supposed to expect? He had enough determination and he somehow could get more strength to be able to pull Ludwig. As if that would happen.
With a defeated sigh, he settled for the second best thing he could do for the German. He started to tear off pieces of his clothing to tend to Ludwig's wounds.
Alfred groaned, his vision blurred and his head hurt... actually every single part of his part ached and freezing. He realized that his Texas was gone much to his utter joy explaining why his eyes refused to focus. Not to mention he didn't look forward to seeing his boss and telling him that he lost Texas-again. He could dully register the fact he was in a dark room making it harder to make out any features in the room. He could tell at least he wasn't in America and that he was lying on a concrete floor judging the smoothness of the floor he was lying on. He saw some blurred shape that was attached to the wall which he assumed was a bad and another shiny blurred shape. At least wherever he was had the decency to put a toilet... or well that's what he think it is and he doesn't plan on moving over there to check just yet.
He blindly was trying to feel for his glasses when his eyes widen in horror quickly realizing something that sent sent shivers up his spine. He looked down and to his much utter horror was bloody bandaged stubs of where his arms and legs was.
His freedom of being able to walk and do whatever he wants was brutally snatched away from him.
1. It was a bit of a headcanon inspired by Kyokoon's Dreamtalia where England tells Germany that China and him used to smoke opium. Opium had morphine which is why Arthur is smoking it to help dull down the pain since he doesn't have actual morphine and I merely believe getting bombed like that would cause Arthur much more pain than pain killers could get rid of.
A/N: Ve~ that was the end of this chapter and if you haven't noticed already i have slipped in some references which one of my friends had caught last chapter much to my amusement. So Arthur manages to recover from the attack at first and there is a meeting in Switzerland! Surprise! It was just a nice change to have it in a different place though is that just the reason? Feliciano is broken from the bombed attack merely from the debre that fell on top of him when Ludwig tried to protect him which only got him knocked out. At least he protected Feliciano from most of the damage. Though now the two are alone in a city that is deadly silent (no pun intended). Alfred has his limbs cut off. Oh and what happened to dear old Ivan? Well you just will have to wait till next chapters to get more answers and more questions.
