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If I owned Hetalia, I would make a cannon person for The Dominican Republic.
whatever.
The two countries looked up in horror as the woman brought down the knife. It was like they were frozen, and the only thing that they could see was Minx's evil smile, and her insanity filled eyes.
England closed his eyes waiting for the knife to come. It was like this for a few seconds, but no knife punctured his skin, instead, a loud 'clank' sounded. Opening his eyes slowly, England moved his eyes up, where a body was protecting him.
"Move." The person above him said. The voice was definitely male, and he sounded both bored and urgent for them to get out-of-the-way. Both of the European countries exchanged glances, before scrambling to get out from under him.
As soon as they were out from under him, they recognized the person who saved them as America.
America was holding a pistol, and the knife was laying on it, while Minx , America pushed up the gun, causing Minx to raise the knife again for another attack, but the tall nation quickly moved out of the way, causing the knife to miss, and hit the ground, leaving a mark.
America stood in front of both the countries protectively, his revolver pointed at Minx's head.
"Don't come any closer," He said, moving his hand to his pocket, to take out another revolver, then he pointed that one at Minx's head too. The girl froze, a small growl escaping her lips. Knowing that she was distracted for the time being, he turned back to face the two countries, who both looked shocked and confused.
"Are you OK?" He asked, snapping the Europeans out of their trance.
"Fine... I believe. No scratches or bruises." England supplied, looking back at France, who gave a weary nod in return.
"Oui , I'm fine..." France trailed off. America gave a small smile in their direction, before turning back to face Minx.
"Good. We can't have any causalities yet." Minx gave a small scowl at America's words. But then she started laughing, bringing both of her hands up to block the sound. The three men quickly turned their attention to the laughing girl.
"Oi, what's so funny?" England asked, raising a thick eyebrow. Minx didn't answer, and continued to laugh.
"Mon dieu... She's gone crazy..." France shuddered as he stared at the laughing girl.
"No.. She's..." America's voice trailed off, and his eyes widened. "Move out of the way, right fucking now!" He turned his body so one gun was facing Minx, while the other faced the two countries. The Europeans followed America's orders, and quickly moved, making a clear path behind them, and they noticed a different person behind them. It was Krism, her black hair loose and some of it covering her left eye. In her hands, she held a wood ax.
"Hi~" She smiled lightly, and raised the ax, so it could rest on her shoulder.
"Shit, you're awake so soon. I thought the wine would last for a few more minutes." America let out a small air of concern. His eyes flickered to his fellow countries. "You guys shouldn't be here anyway. What? Did you both come to spy on me?"
Both Europeans gained a guilty glance
"You know,I'm actually still drunk. Just... Eyes, I suppose." Krism gave a sickly sweet smile, and let out a dark chuckle.
"Awe~ Babe came to help me!" Minx chanted,sheathing the knife in a side pocket, and clapping her hands much like a child would. "See, this is why we make such a good couple~!"
"You started without me though! How could you cheat?!"
"Awe~ I didn't mean to! I just knew where these two were, and decided to give us a head start!"
"Even so, you know how much I like the game!" Krism pouted, and turned the other way, crossing her arms in the process. Minx gave a small frown, and walked past the three nations. Both England France didn't dare to move, and allowed their eyes to follow the girl as she walked. America moved his body, and continued to point the gun at Minx's head, and the latter didn't seem to notice, or care anymore.
"Babe, I'm sorry~" Minx wined, her voice becoming more pitchy and child-like as she talked with the smaller woman. Krism continued to avoid Minx, and the latter continued to speak in her baby-like voice, as she walked in circles around her fiance.
"Babe~ Forgive me~!" Minx chanted, as she continued to circle the shorter woman. Krism repeatedly turned her head, and gave a repeating "Go away!"
America took this chance, and shoved a gun into France's arms, gaining a confused glance from the country of love, who was not expecting the sudden movement. America jeered his head t'words the left, and moved his eyes to the nearby trees. The European country followed America's eyes, and noticed small, quickly flickering glints in the tree lines. Quietly, France elbowed England, who averted his gaze from the bickering(if you could call it that) women to glare at France.
The latter, knowing he had caught England's attention, pointed towards the tree lining, where the flickering light continued to shine. England's face scrunched up in curiosity, as he tried to get a better look at what exactly the blinking was.
"When I count to three, you two go over there, OK? That's Snake, he should be good protection." The two Europeans reluctantly switched their gaze to the younger country. England scowled lightly, and opened his mouth, about to remind America about how they've both been in plenty of wars, but the american cut him off before he could get a single word out,
"And don't try to give me some bullshit about how you are "Older", or "you've been in wars". These guys will rip you to shreds if need-be. They are like World War 3, and trust me- there will be no end." America flashes a Hollywood grin at his fellow countries. "Ready?" America asks, steadying his gun so it aimed directly at Minx's head.
"One.." The couple were still bickering, America aimed the gun perfectly at Minx's head. England and France both tensed as they stared at the continuing flashes.
"Two.." Both girls stop bickering, and turn to America, now fully realizing he was counting down. They ready their weapons, smiles upon their faces.
"Three!" Everything happened so fast.
Both England and France bolted towards the trees, letting America take the shot.
Minx avoided it, the bullet just grazing the side of her head, before it was impaled in a tree.
Krism raising the ax, her hair flying up, and showing her bloody cross-eye.
A sickening crunch, as it resonated through the field.
And painful cry from America.
Cliffhanger~ Whooooo hooooo
Short Chapter, but I really don't care, I want to sleep.
