Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, only this story concept. This chapter, it is longer than the last one, but only because of the middle part. You will see what I mean when you get there. I actually had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Thanks for reading and enjoy the chapter.
Lucy's POV
"Ivan, we don't do that to people… yes, I know they are walking very slowly… well that's no reason to… the metal pipe is not needed… thank you," I mumble to myself. I was currently walking in the small town we lived in, talking to myself, again. I wouldn't say I had gone crazy, just… imaginatively active.
Ok, fine, maybe I had gone a little crazy since we came back. I couldn't help but find myself having conversations with an Ivan that just showed up out of nowhere. I could be taking a test and suddenly Ivan would show up and whisper answers in my ear. It was really weird, but I had grown to find comfort in him. Yeah, I was definitely going crazy.
My eyes began to wander around me and watch the people. I registered the sight of Gavin on the other side of the street and considered waving, but missed the chance as he walked into a coffee shop. Hmm, that was a really expensive one too, but I'm sure Gavin has the money if he is going in. Just then a strong wind blew over me, sending the sides of my coat flapping in the breeze.
I quickly shut the coat and buttoned it up, not wanting anyone to see the pipe, or outfit, I had inside. I couldn't imagine the reaction if some person saw me talking to myself and wielding a large, metal pipe. "Sunflower, you are scowling again," a familiar voice next to me said. I looked over hopefully, but saw no one there. It was just my imagination again.
"I don't want to talk right now. Sunflower will smile later, I promise," I said to the air. This time it was loud enough for others to hear me, eliciting me quite a few looks from the strangers. I rolled my eyes and focused back on walking. Wait, where was I going again? I pulled a flyer out of my jacket pocket and read the address again, realizing I was just a few minutes away from the warehouse.
If I was to use one word to describe this place, it would be deceiving. The outside looked shabby, rundown, and abandoned. The inside, however, was anything but. There was a ring set up in the middle of the open space, high tech spotlights above the ring, cameras and matching TVs to show the action, and risers to give the viewers varying views. People were milling about the space, buying the food and drink that was offered or buying tickets.
I walked up to the nearest man holding a clipboard and talking into a headset. "Excuse me, sir; I'm here to enter the contest. I have the appropriate fees and everything," I say as I take a wad of cash out of my pocket. The man scowls at me, but snatches up the money anyway.
"The entrance to the ring is over there, don't come out until a light shines on your side, and we don't call ambulances for anyone, not even girlies like you," he said, sneering at me the whole time. I smiled sweetly and waved as I walked towards the entrance he mentioned, my anger growing the whole way. These pigs here, they didn't care if anyone got hurt, they just wanted a show. A few snickered as they saw me waiting at my entrance, probably lusting for me to get beaten to a bloody pulp. I had to admit though; I probably was a sight to behold. A girl seeming to wear nothing except a trench coat and a pair of sneakers, waiting at the entrance of a fighting ring. Well, if they wanted a show, a show they would get.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the match will now begin. In this corner, we have the reigning champ, Iron Pain, coming in to defend his crown. And in this corner we have our new comer, Mother Russia, as the first and only challenger to the crown," the announcer yelled at the crowd of screaming patrons. A bright light shone down on my corner, alerting me to walk towards the ring. It followed me as I walked over and jumped onto the platform, cat calls and wolf whistles flying at me. I popped my hips to the right, resting my hands on them, as I sized up my opponent who was just appearing.
He was big, huge even, but I could use that against him. He had on a form fitting tank top, spandex shorts, and a cloth mask that read I.P. covering his face. He jumped onto the platform, causing it to shake, and scowled when the only reaction he got was a smirk. "Alright you two, I want a dirty fight. Use anything and everything to knock the other opponent out of the ring. Winner gets half the bets made and the loser gets nothing. Now, fight!" he shouted. He jumped out of the rink as my opponent rushed forward.
I waited for the last second, so he was right in front of me with his fist raised, and slid under him. He seemed confused that I had disappeared, giving me an opening to kick him in the back. He stumbled forward, but turned around and punched me hard across the face. I used the force of his hit to spin out and steady myself against the ropes of the platform. I quickly slid off my trench coat, revealing a white leotard and blue tights. These, along with my red sneakers, gave the impression of the Russian flag. Even more catcalls came as even my opponent seemed distracted.
I giggled a little and waved at him, before rushing forward and pulling my pipe out from behind me. I leaped into the air and hit him in the face; repaying the number he had done on me. My hand pushed me farther by using his head as support, grabbing his hair and pulling him down behind me. I quickly turned around and looked down at him, a sadistic smile on my face, as I raised my pipe to hit him again. I could have sworn I heard someone in the crowd call me sunflower, but I figured Ivan was just speaking from my head again.
The pipe came down on him, hitting anywhere it could, before he grabbed it and yanked it out of my hands. I blinked, confused without its familiar weight, and was knocked back by my own pipe hitting me. I clutched my stomach and looked up at the man who had taken his pipe. It was his turn to grin down sadistically as he began bashing me with the pipe and his foot. I flipped around on the floor, sweeping his feet out from under him, and stood up. "So, you decided to take my pipe? Do you know the penalty for taking Mother Russia's pipe? The wrath of General Winter, da?" I said, loud enough for everyone to hear me.
The crowd went wild at my words, excited for even more blood to be spilled. I didn't pay them, or my bleeding face, any mind as I slowly picked up my pipe. A dark aura was cascading off of me, making the big, bad Iron Pain tremble in his spandex. "Get up," I commanded, growling at the grown man. "Remember when you leave today, you were just defeated by Mother Russia herself," I sneered. I slammed my pipe into him with as much force as I could muster, sending him flying over the railings and out of the rink.
The crowd went silent as they realized what had just happened. A teenage girl had just beaten the crap out of their best fighter, earning herself the crown and at least a thousand dollars in bet money. Their fault for underestimating me before they saw me fight. I channeled my inner Russia even more before turning to the crowd with an innocent smile on my bloody face. "Why do you not cheer for Mother Russia? Has she not given you what you wanted? Are you not entertained?" I yelled at the crowd. The announcer slowly made his way around the passed out fighter and up onto the platform.
"We have our winner. In an astounding battle with the reigning champion Iron Pain, Mother Russia has proved herself the strongest country of all! I present you with the crown of our reigning champs and half of the bet money, an astounding five thousand dollars," he yelled out. The announcer then placed a golden crown on my head and handed me the huge amount of cash in his hand. "Now, would anyone like to challenge our winner?' he asked the crowd.
Wait, that wasn't mentioned anywhere in the flyer, what were they talking about? I looked at the announcer, but found him to be gone. I looked back towards the crowd and was surprised to see most of them rushing towards the rink. Now, I was a tough girl as I just proved, but even I knew that this many people was too much for me. I grabbed my trench coat and ran for the entrance of the warehouse, shoving people out of my way as I went.
My feet slapped against the concrete as I ran away from the mob of people trying to get some of their money back. "Run faster sunflower," Ivan whispered in my ears. My mind didn't have to tell me twice and my legs began pumping even harder. Man, Alex was going to be so pissed at me later, hopefully the money would help calm her down. My thoughts were interrupted when a rock flew right by my head, somehow spurring me to go faster. I ran through the crowded street, a girl wearing a leotard and holding gobs of money, a trench coat, and a metal pipe, being chased by a mob.
Honestly, I think most people thought it was a movie shoot or something; stuff like this didn't happen in real life. I watched the reflection of the mob grow closer in a shop window as I ran by. Man, if Ivan were to actually show up right now that would be great. I turned a sharp corner and would have kept running, but was pulled into an alleyway. A large hand, which smelled familiar, was placed over my mouth as the mob of angry men ran right by us. "Why would you do such dangerous things, sunflower?" a voice whispered in my ear.
I gasped, knowing it wasn't my imagination, and turned to see the real Ivan looking down at me. "You're here, you're actually here," I whispered. Ivan nodded and hugged me to him. "You were gone for a year Ivan, a whole year without anyone calling me sunflower," I cried into his chest. I pulled back and reached up as far as I could, pulling his head down with my arms, and kissed him. I had been waiting so long for this kiss, and the adrenaline in my system made it even better that I could have hoped.
I threw all my emotions from the past year into it, deepening the kiss and moaning slightly when he picked me up to get a better angle. His tongue probed my entrance gently, almost hesitantly, and I opened to allow him access. Our tongues had a fierce battle, but Ivan ended up asserting his dominance. The kiss went on for a good few minutes, but we had to break apart to get a full breath of air. "I won't ever leave my sunflower again, da?" he asked.
"Da, never again," I replied, smiling and holding onto him with all my might.
"By the way, your fight was quite extraordinary. I was especially happy when you defeated him in Mother Russia's name. My colors suit you very well," he whispered huskily into my ear. I blushed slightly as he put me down. I quickly grabbed my coat and pulled it on before lacing my fingers in Ivan's. We walked back to the dorm I shared with everyone, ready to meet up with everyone else.
So, the warehouse scene was actually a complete accident. I had originally planned for her to bump into him, but this wrote itself and it seemed to be a better fit. I actually loved writing the fight scene, felt a lot of anger vent out of me as I wrote that. So, two people have been reunited, just two more to go. Should I do Alex or Luke next? Thanks for reading, comment your answer and other notes, and look forward to the next chapter.
