Authors Notes:
Powers: Hi, I'm Tigerpowers, or Powers for short, and this is chapter two of "Hetalia Stories".
Tiger: And I'm Tigergirl7707, or Tiger! Like I said last time, we've both come up with the story and have roleplayed it for a long time. And are actually STILL roleplaying.
Powers: Yeah, it's slightly saddening… But, last chapter gave you a bit of a cliffhanger, didn't it? *does the eyebrow thing* I know you know it X3
Tiger: XD yes, and this chapter will slightly reveal Russia's one and only fear! Though it'll only REALLY show up towards the end of this story. I claim now ownership to this, it was all power's idea.
Powers: *giggles madly*
Tiger: Yeah, just be glad you have a ways to go until you have to see it… ANYWAYS! I'm gonna try and cut this Authors Notes short since the last one went on a lot longer than I thought…
Powers: *le sigh* Thou art right…
Tiger: Aren't I always? But that aside, I don't really think there's anything important in this chapter that we really need to point out...
Powers: YOU AREN'T ALWAYS RIGHT! And there is ONE thing we must point out!
Tiger: *snickers* and what?
Powers …. Belarus is fucking insane X3
"WHAT?" Romano screamed, stepping back from his brother a little.
Did Russia pale at the love confession? What was there to be nervous about? Even if he did, it was over in a moment and he growled angrily, raising his pipe a second time.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM!" Romano screamed, shaking himself from the shock of discovering Italy's secret. He head-butted Russia in the stomach, catching him by surprise. He stumbled backwards and falling, his head slamming into the wall and knocking him out cold. Romano stood over him for a moment in shock that he had been able to do that, then ran over to Italy.
"Italy," Romano said, kneeling next to his brother, "are you ok?" He carefully avoided the subject of Italy's love for Germany. He would, however, definitely talk to him later about it, but this was not the time or place to be talking about things like that.
Slowly, Italy nodded. He struggled to his feet, having to be steadied by Romano once, and walked over to Russia's body shakily. He only glanced him over, searching for the key to their cell, when he shook his head.
"I don't see it…" He said slowly before collapsing.
"ITALY!" Came a scream, but it wasn't Romano who said it. The person who screamed it was Germany, only waking up just in time to see Italy fall. As quickly as he could manage, he dragged himself over to where Italy was on the ground, tears in his eyes. Romano had already dropped, speechless, next to his brother.
"Doitsu…." Italy got out, surfacing from unconsciousness for a moment. "Was I…. Was I brave?"
"Yes Italy!" Germany said, a few tears falling from his nose and cheeks. "You were very brave!"
Italy smiled weakly before his head sagged again and he slipped back into unconsciousness.
In the cell across from them, England was coming out of his daze to see America next to him, his eyes closed in what seemed like concentration. Every once in a while America would shift and wince from pain, and England realized he was concentrating on ignoring pain.
"America…" England said softly, sadly. America opened his eyes. Even though he was clearly in a lot of pain, he gave a weak smile.
"Hey," he said weakly. "How're you doing?"
"How am I doing?" England said, his temper rising. For some reason through every feeling of his, anger was the first one that showed itself, and he directed it straight to America. "What about YOU? That was a bloody stupid thing for you to do! What were you THINKING? I can handle myself!"
America flinched at the words and England immediately regretted them. "I-I'm sorry!" America apologized. "I'm really sorry-" He cut off, looking at him sadly. "I don't know your name…"
England's eyes welled up with rare tears. He hated seeing America like this, unable to remember anything. To England's surprise, America's eyes became watery as well, and he reached a gentle hand up, brushing England's tears away.
"Please don't cry!" America said, sniffing. "If you cry, then I'll start crying. I hate to see you so sad."
England gave a weak smile and a small laugh. "I'm sorry," He said. "And my name is England."
"England," America tested the name. After a long pause of thinking, he spoke again. "Um, would it be ok if I called you Iggy?"
England stared in shock at America. Not that he had asked such a request, but that Iggy was the exact same name he had given England when America had been only recently discovered.
"Oh, I guess not," America said, taking his long silence as offence.
"No, it's quite alright!" England said, laughing. "It's just… Never mind."
"Ok!" America seemed to immediately brighten up, despite the circumstances. "Nice to meet you Iggy!"
There were the tears again. England just couldn't handle the fact that America still couldn't remember so many things. America followed suit with the tears.
"Please stop crying, Iggy!" America said, a tear sneaking its way down his cheek.
England didn't smile this time. Instead he wrapped his arms around his little brother and held him close, protectively. America was surprised for a moment, but slowly his eyes closed as he took in the calming smell of tea that always lingered around his brother and was asleep in only minutes. England realized this and looked down in shock.
America's calm face was just like he remembered it centuries ago when he had fallen asleep in his arms almost every night for fear of going to sleep in his room by himself.
England smiled and held him closer again, making a silent promise to never let anything bad ever happen to him again. If only it turned out that way.
From the other side of the cell, however, there came a small moan and movement. America woke up as England let him go and looked over at a figure none of them had noticed leaned against the wall.
Canada slowly lifted his head and looked around, confused. "Wh-where am I?" He asked in his quiet voice.
"C-Canada?" England exclaimed, sitting up with America. It only took Canada a moment to see them in pain and then hurry over.
"Are you two ok?" He asked, concerned. England nodded.
"Who are you?" America asked innocently, earning an odd look from Canada.
"I-it's me, Canada," He said.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Canada!" America said, holding out a hand. "I'm America!"
Canada hesitantly took it, turning to England for an answer.
"Russia gave him amnesia," England explained, "he can't remember anything."
Canada looked in shock at England for a moment, then turned back to America. "I-it's not true right?" He asked. "Y-you're my hamburger-loving brother, right?"
"What's a hamburger?" America asked innocently. Canada had tears in his eyes at this, and hugged his brother tightly.
Back across to the other cell, Germany and Romano cried for their friend. Though Italy wasn't dead, and he wouldn't die since countries can't die, they both knew that he was in a lot of pain, and no country ever wanted little Italy to be hurt. Well, most countries that is.
They were too wrapped up in Italy to see movement behind them. The only one that noticed was Italy, but it was too late as a pipe connected with the back of Romano's head first, knocking him out, and then connected with the side of Germany's head, he soon followed.
"No!" Italy screamed, struggling to get to his feet, but his legs would not hold him. Instead he dropped to his hands and knees at Russia's feet. Slowly he looked up at Russia, who looked down at him with a satisfied smile on his face.
His head dropped, and he began to do once again what he seemed to do the best, except this time he wasn't begging for his own life, but for his friends. "Please Russia," tears dropped onto the dirt floor as he spoke, "don't hurt them."
"Returning to your natural ways, Italy?" Russia mocked him, but Italy just continued.
"Please. Do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt them."
This seemed to peak Russia's interest, and he dropped down next to Italy and lifted his head, studying his face. "Anything?" He asked.
Italy nodded. "Anything at all, just please don't hurt them," He begged.
Russia studied his face a moment more before slapping Italy to the ground, standing up, and placing his boot on the small nation's stomach.
Italy froze; ready to take any sort of pain for Germany and Romano. Russia pressed down until Italy couldn't keep in a gasp. With a smile, Russia moved his boot until it was over the other nation's chest and pressed down a second time. Italy had to bite his lip to keep from crying out as his ribs seemed to creak under the weight and his breathing was constricted. Blood dripped down his lip as he bit it, which seemed to provoke Russia more. He lifted his boot, ready to stomp it down, when the door outside the cell was smashed open and a furious Spaniard with an axe stormed in.
Russia's boot stomped down on little Italy's chest, breaking most of his ribs and cracking the rest. Italy screamed in pain, holding his chest gently as Russia removed his boot and moved to the side of the cell.
"How did you find this place?" Russia demanded fire in his eyes.
"You can't hide from Boss Spain!" Spain exclaimed, pulling his axe back and slamming it onto the lock, but it bounced off with a loud clang.
Russia smiled. "It's no use, it won't work!" He said.
"S-Spain?" Said a weak voice, and Romano lifted his head slowly, moving over to the bars.
"Don't worry, Romano!" Spain said, bringing the axe down again with no result. "I'll get you out of there!"
"Spain, no…" Italy pushed himself painfully to the bars as he spoke in a weak voice that Spain couldn't hear over his hitting the lock with his axe. Taking in a deep breath, he shouted for the first time. "SPAIN STOP!"
Spain froze, never before hearing Italy raise his voice and Romano looked over at his brother. Italy turned to Romano.
"I'm sorry Romano," he said sadly.
"Sorry for what?" Romano replied, confused, but was ignored by Italy.
Italy stood as best as he could, walking over to Russia while the others watched. Germany slowly lifted his head, wincing, but stayed silent as he watched. "I still stand by the deal I made you," Italy said bravely.
"Deal?" Romano asked. "What deal?"
Italy continued to ignore Romano and got down on his hands and knees at Russia's feet in a sort of bow. "Please don't hurt them…"
"Italy Veneziano, What are you doing?" Romano exclaimed.
"Italy, stop it!" Spain chimed in.
Germany stayed silent, stunned at the little nations actions.
Russia got down next to Italy again, lifted his chin up so that they were face to face, and said, "No."
Italy's eyes grew wide, but Russia threw him, face first, into the dirt. Italy didn't make a single move to get up. He said no, was all he could think, and he kept mumbling. "Please…. Please…."
Russia stood up with a smile, satisfied with what he had done, but that soon turned into a frown when there was a much louder clang and a thud as the broken lock dropped to the ground.
Spain stepped in; mad as hell, with his axe at the ready. Russia lifted up his pipe, ready to defend himself.
Spain attacked first, slashes coming from all directions, and Russia blocked as best as he could, but he was no match for the crazed Spaniard. In a moment he was forced against the wall, and Spain smashed the back of the axe into Russia's skull, killing him instantly.
The thing about countries and dying is that when something happens to them where they will "die", they instead going into what's known as the Trance. They become, basically, lifeless bodies slowly healing. They can't move, can only speak short sentences taking up much energy, and are in as much pain as the injury would bring.
Spain stepped back, panting, then turned to Italy, who was still on the floor mumbling with Germany and Romano around him, worry on their face.
He knelt over Italy and checked his heartbeat, then looked into his eyes for a moment. He stood up, shaking his head sadly.
"He's gone into shock," Spain said with a sigh. "We need to get him to a hospital immediately." He stooped down and picked the small nation up. He handed him to Germany, who shook a bit under his weight, but refused to drop Italy.
Spain stepped over to Russia, taking the key from his pocket, and went to the other cell, unlocking it and stepping in.
"Who are you?" America asked, looking up at him.
"Uh, Spain," Spain replied, confused.
"Amnesia," England explained quickly. Spain nodded sadly, then helped England up, who needed to lean against Spain to stand properly.
"Canada," Spain said, "you don't look hurt. Can you help America?"
Canada nodded and helped America up, who leaned on him like England did Spain, and like that they walked out, Romano and Germany, who was carrying Italy, were waiting for them by the door and they all walked out together, leaving Russia in the cell.
"That bastard Russia deserves it!" Romano said, and the others nodded in agreement, except for America.
"That's a bad word!" America exclaimed. "You're gonna get in trouble!" Canada and England laughed a bit.
"Shut up, bastard!" Romano said in his regular angry voice.
"You're gonna get in a lot of trouble!" America continued. "Your gonna get your mouth washed with soap!"
"Hey, that's not a bad idea!" Spain said, looking at Romano, who growled. "Maybe I SHOULD wash your mouth out with soap!"
"Just try it you bastard! See what happens!" Romano warned, and Spain laughed a little.
Outside waiting for them was a familiar Baltic, Lithuania. He was sitting in a helicopter when he saw them coming. He waved to them.
"So that's how you found out where we were," Germany said.
"Yup," Spain replied as they got in the helicopter. "He had been told by Russia not to tell where he was, so it was difficult to get him to talk, but for some reason when I mentioned America as one of the people missing, he told, and even got this helicopter to take me here."
"Huh," Germany thought.
Before America could even open his mouth to ask who Lithuania was, England spoke. "This is Lithuania, America. Lithuania, America has amnesia."
Lithuania's eyes grew wide at this and he gasped a little. "R-really?" He asked in disbelief, and England nodded sadly.
"Italy's in shock too," England continued, "and most of us need medical attention. Could you take us to the nearest hospital?"
Lithuania nodded immediately and got into the pilots seat. The helicopter took off and they were on their way.
"Remember," England said to the group, "while we're there, we have to use our human names." They all nodded, except America, who was busy looking outside at the sky. He had found a cloud shaped like a rabbit. No one even thought about him and his amnesia.
Upon arriving, Russian doctors, who had been informed by radio of their coming, hurried up to help them. They didn't hesitate to help them out of the helicopter and into the medical beds where they were all taken to several rooms and treated immediately.
After a few hours, England and America, who had made a "remarkable" recovery (countries heal much faster than humans), were allowed to leave. In the lobby where they were paying for the treatment, they heard a familiar voice yelling in Russian at the receptionist, who was stuttering back in Russian.
England, knowing around ten languages, and America, knowing many more from all the foreigners in his country, knew exactly what they were saying.
"Where is my brother?" Belarus demanded.
"I-I'm sorry but Mr. Russia hasn't been here for a while," The receptionist stuttered out.
America, looking from England to Belarus, could tell that England knew who she was, but couldn't tell anything about their relationship. So, with his new childish mind, he interpreted it as friendship.
"Hey!" America called to Belarus in English, waving at her with a smile on his face.
She turned to them with fire in her eyes and America's smile disappeared. England slapped his palm to his forehead. America had surely doomed them.
Taking out her knives threateningly, she advanced on them.
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Tigergirl7707:
Spain
Belarus
America
Italy
Canada
Tigerpowers:
Russia
England
Germany
Romano