Halva tret ya.

YA ne yavlyayus vladel tsem Hetalia, da?

Thank you Honest Reader, I see now that I am rushing this a bit, so I shall slow down, but I haven't seen this movie in a few years and I couldn't find it on TV or DVD anywhere so reviewing what happens next is very much appreciated~! Enjoy the chapter!

Up near the edge of the mountains, a group of men waited for the return of a falcon. It's gleaming wings broke through the trees and landed on it's master's arm, in it's beak was a small hand made rag doll. The Hun smiled as he plucked a hair off of it, it was black and long and far too thick to be human. "Take a look men. What do you see?" He rasped, he tossed it to one of his men who gave it a long smell "Gunpowder, military. Horse; horses don't live in these parts. Soldiers await for us up there. What do we do?" He questioned, the Mongolian smiled cruelly "We go them, after all, there's a little girl who's missing her dolly."

"Yo! Girl, where do you think YOU'RE going?" Alfred pouted, she frowned "What, aru? I have to bathe, I am starting to stink. I may look like a man, but it does not mean I wish to smell like one, aru." Alfred folded his arms, or limbs- let's just call them arms, shall we? "Yes, you do. Now get outta there before ya get all prunie and wrinkly." She laughed "I'm fine, aru." Just then the three men, the Prussian, the Frenchman, and the Spaniard came charging down, stripping down to nothing "Kiesesese~! Hey, there Leon!" Said the Prussian "Oh honhonhonhon~ bonjour, listen I think we got off on the wrong foot, non? Let us start anew." Francis stuck out his hand and said "My name is Francis Bonnefoy." She shook it lightly "Wang Leon" and tried to move away, she bumped into the Spaniard "Antonio Fernandez Coriedo." He smiled; she waved her fingers in a timid wave, she turned and there was the Prussian standing with his legs spread wide "Kiesesese~! And I'm the king of the rock! And there's nothing you losers can do about it." He added smugly. Francis grinned "Oh really~? I think me and Leon can take you." He turned and spotted her trying to slip away "Come on Leon! We can take him!" She hid her torso "Uh, I don't- I don't think so, aru…" Francis kept pestering "But-but! What are you? A girl?" He dared, she still tried to get away "I really don't want to, aru." Francis grabbed her arm "Leon~!" He suddenly jumped and yelped "Ouch!" He grabbed something from under the water, he pulled up a familiar blue eyed golden dragon. "You really need to use soap." He said before Francis tossed him and screamed "Snake!" The two men in the water scrambled up the rock with Gilbert, giving Chun-Yan a chance to slip out. Alfred came out with a large back scrubber and some soap; he was washing every corner of his mouth "That" he spat, spitting out the suds "Was disgusting. Don't you ever make me do that again, ya hear me?!" He snarled, Chun-Yan wrapped herself in a towel "I just hope I never see another naked man again, aru." So naturally, all the men in the camp ran past her stark naked. Alfred kept walking and said "Don't look at me; I ain't bitin' no more butts."

Alfred, after his butt-biting fifteen seconds of fame and total cleansing of his mouth, was heading to Chun-Yan's tent when they over heard a heated argument "You can not send those men into battle! When I send in this report, you and your men will never live down the dishonor, da ze!" Ivan came out enraged "Ayiah! I'll hold him, you hit him, aru!" She offered; he barely glanced at her, still fuming. "What was that?" Alfred said quizzically "What was what, aru?" She asked "You~ like him~!" Alfred said in a singsong tone. She blushed "What? Wh-what do you mean, aru?" She whispered "What ever, let's just get you to bed, Yanny." She arched an eyebrow, but said nothing of the name. When Alfred was sure Chun-Yan was tucked away in her tent he made his way to the Matthew "Mattie! They don't plan on headin' to war! How am I supposed to do my job, when she doesn't go and fight?!" Alfred cried; Matthew cringed "Calm down, look; that weird Korean, what's his name, Im Yong Soo? Well anyways, he's gone to take a bath, maybe we could think of something, anything!" Matthew suggested, Alfred thought hard "I got it! C'mon Mattie!" He called as he rushed to the Korean's tent.

"Okay, dude. Get to work!" Alfred called as Mattie started to write in Chinese characters at a rapid pace. He jumped off and yelled "Done!" Alfred snatched the paper and his eyes scanned over it reading aloud "Dear Assistant Im Yong Soo,

We are being defeated up in the mountains and would very much appreciate it if you could send some more men.

Yours,

General Winter."

He looked up "Yeah, yeah that's really nice there Mattie. Except one little thing I couldn't help but notice." Matthew looked at him "That we are AT WAR! Try to make it a little more URGENT!" Matthew leapt back onto the ink and continued to work. Alfred looked at a picture of Im Yong Soo next to the Emperor with his arm wrapped around him; the emperor showed no expression to the act, in fact his face in the portrait was quite neutral, almost as if he didn't care. "Anybody else kinda worried that our emperor isn't even Chinese?" The cricket finished the letter and said "Get over it. How's this?" He handed him the letter

"Im Yong Soo,

We are in desperate need of soldiers; send some over NOW if you wish to remain a living citizen of China.

General Winter."

Alfred slapped it with the back of his hand "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' 'BOUT!" He beamed "Now we gotta make this look official when we deliver it dude. Now we just need a horse." So they went out to Chun-Yan's horse. Which turned them down flat.

Im Yong Soo was returning to his tent "I don't scream like a girl- AIEEEE!" He squealed. Alfred almost laughed; he put on a deep voice and an angry expression "Im Yong Soo; a letter for General Winter." There panda ride started to leave as the Korean read the letter. "But-but! They aren't suitable for war, da ze!" He turned around, but the panda horse was in the tree and out of sight.

Ivan was awoken from his slumber by a shrieking Korean "Get up! You are going to war, da ze!" Ivan would have grinned if it hasn't been for the direness of the situation. War, at last. Ivan got up and dressed hurriedly and called to the tents with the loudest voice he could "Men! We head to battle!" The men scrambled out, dazed and tired "Was?" Yawned the Prussian; the Frenchmen and Spaniard emerged as well. Leon poked his head through "What, aru?" He gasped; Leon's mouth was gaping like a fish in dire need of air. "But I thought we weren't, aru!"

"Under certain circumstances, we are needed for the battle by General Winter."

The group headed off to war, Francis suddenly wrapped his arm around Chun-Yan's shoulders "I bet the girls back home thought you were quiet the charmer~" Francis chimed; Gilbert laughed "Ja! Und I actually have a girl!" He joked; Antonio chuckled "Fusoso~ Sí, and Francis is a lady killer!" The trio laughed; or, Gilbert, Antonio and Chun-Yan laughed. Then she saw something from the corner of her eye "Ayiah! It's so cute, aru!" She squealed "Relax…it's just a panda…" Gilbert sweatdropped. She bumped into something "Ayiah! Sorry sir!" She apologized to the Russian quickly, then stopped "Oh my…" she whispered; the town they were supposed to arrive to was burned, houses still torched and burning, ashes made it difficult to breath as they walked. She gasped, over the hillside was a battlefield, swords, helmets and armor littered the ground. Ivan brushed past her and fell to his knees; he lifted a familiar helmet and held it to his chest and murmured "YA budu nablyudatʹ za devushkami, da?" He stuck a sword into the ground and placed the eerie helmet to rest on it. "Uh, General I-Ivan? We have company…" Gilbert said with wide eyes as a crowd of Huns came charging down the side of the mountain.

Sorry I took so long! ^w^u I've been busy, but I'm not abandoning this fic! But again, thank you Honest Reader, if you ever want to get an account to write, or just follow stories, I'll back you up AND you could tell me how to improve through some PM's okay? Well, drop a review on the way out!

Ameriko, out.