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Nisa: I don't own Hetalia -_-

I sauntered out of the German building, and over to the Jet-landing place, where my beautiful jet awaited. I was still pissed, put-off, and felt slightly betrayed. Thoughts scampered across my mind, like anxious little mice. I already had one plan though; kill evil twin me. Or truthfully, I wanted to prove my family wrong. I had hoped Iceland would storm out with me... Eh, he was always the calmer one. "Try not to get into the adults way... You're not that strong... Let us handle it..." their cold voices hit my brain like little shards of ice. My plane came into view, and I quickly climbed aboard. I was the captain of this beauty, and didn't even bother to bring along my co-pilot.

"Stupid, idiotic, annoying, bastards..." I muttered under my breath. I sat down in a huff, slightly banging on the leather chair. Another important detail came to mind. I had no clue where evil-me would be.

"Shit..." I hissed, banging my head against the dash board. Today was just gonna be one of those days...

I took off still angry (not a good idea by the way); and took off to the first place that came to mind; my place.

-Back at HQ-

"Will this meeting ever end?" I thought sourly, my two almond brown eyes tracing my siblings.

"Miaso!" My older brother, China called. I quickly got up, and trudged over to my other siblings. South and North Korea were auguring about something stupid, Taiwan was fawning over Japan, and Vietnam was looking strict as ever. The only person who was slightly out of character was China.

"Yao-nii, is everything all right?" I asked worriedly. All of my annoyance dissipated when I saw his faded brown eyes. He nodded once, and signaled for me to sit down in a chair.

"What is wrong with Nii-san?" I whispered to Japan, sliding over to sit by him.

"He's probably worried." he replied simply, and went back to talking with Taiwan. I huffed, my lower lip in a pout. China coughed; a silent order to be quiet and listen.

"We should all split up into groups of three, aru." he said firmly. We all nodded except for N. Korea, who let out a scoff. Vietnam glared at him for a bit, before turning back to China.

"I'll take Thailand (me~), Hong Kong, and-"

"Yao-Yao! Choose me de-ze!" S. Korea cheered, and launched himself onto to his brother.

"I was going to say Japan... but I guess I can take S. Korea..." China muttered after pushing S. Korea off of himself.

"I'll take N. Korea, Taiwan, and Vietnam then." Japan nodded, and turned to his group. I turned to China, awaiting his instructions.

"By coming with me, you've put yourselves in the most danger. I am one of the oldest nations, aru, so I should be the hardest to overcome. We might need backup." he said seriously, his eyes never leaving ours.

"Y-yes Yao-nii." I stuttered, and looked down at my pale blue kimo. He nodded gratefully, and continued to talk on about some other things. I didn't pay attention, but instead looked at his now dull eyes.

-With England, America, and Ireland-

We were currently up in the air (in America's jet) and getting ready to face whatever we were about to see. We had chosen to save France first, because I was too frightened of what evil- me would be like.

"- so I think that would be the best way possible. Correct Ivy?" Britain said, and I looked up quickly, smiling sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, what...?" and giggled slightly when he shook his head in frustration.

"You bloody idiot, pay attention! You're almost as bad as America!" he complained, rubbing his temples irately. "I was saying that we should look at his place first."

"Oh! Yes, that would be a good idea~ I just don't know where France would be." I said truthfully, curling my hair around my finger.

"I just want to kick ass and be the hero like always!" America cheered happily, a huge goofy grin etched on his face. I sighed, but let a small smile escape. It still amazed me how much he reminded me of a young child.

"We'll have to work together git." Arthur growled, slapping the back of his head. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Don't worry Iggy!" he smiled, and sat back down, slurping on some Coke.

I looked out the window, flinching at the sight below. Currently we were passing the outskirts of France, still not completely at Paris. Most of the small huts were lit on fire, and I could see people traveling in large groups across the fields.

"This is horrid." I heard Arthur mutter from his seat. His green eyes were fixed on the ground, and he had a large frown. Even Alfred was frowning slightly.

After another depressing hour, we finally landed. I got out, not quite sure of what I would see. I got out and gasped, flinching. The city Paris was completely destroyed.

-On the jet with Greenland-

The way to my house was quite depressing. I kept on looking down at the wrong moments, seeing some of the countries and towns of fire. At this point I was slowly starting to lose my fire.

"Stupid... Norway..." I muttered, starting to feel exhausted. I had hardly gotten any sleep the night before because Denmark would shut the hell up, and the blasted meeting began at 6 A. M. I mean really, who would ever make a meeting at six? I knew this was dangerous, when without co-pilot, land when feeling even slightly tired. The only problem though, was that the next resting port was in Denmark.

"Dammit all..." I groaned, and started banging my head against the dashboard- again. I sighed, figuring I should just get it over with and land. It's not like they would all be waiting for me there. I had left before them.

I sucked in my pride, and started radioing the people at the landing area. After finally getting permission, I slowly started to descend.

After about two hours I was finally able to get a hotel room. I flopped down on the large bed, and drifted to sleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

"No! Dammit Denmark, I told you to stop!" a flash of hair and an axe, seeing Sweden's face bloody and bruised. A cry of pain, and a loud gasp. A sort of choking noise.

I awoke sweating, feeling dirty and grimy. The dream I just had terrified me, and I tried to place where it was from.

"Oh yeah... Sweden was proposing Independence... but why am I thinking about that now?" I muttered to myself, rubbing my forehead.

The next morning I got a horrid surprise. Guess who the captains of the resting stop contacted

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