Of Strange Travelers and Stranger Nations
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Prussia squirmed as he crouched behind a mailbox with Spain hiding from behind a wall.
Not only was he soaking wet from the rain, he was tired from the chase the other two humans gave them. He winced at the thought of the smallest one getting away from them. Damn it, it wasn't his style to hide away from anybody. He was the awesome Prussia after all!
Nodding in satisfaction at his decision, he left his hiding place and finally went up to the remaining humans. Only the big, black-haired guy noticed him approach though, so he called out, "You two! The one with the coats!" When the tall blonde-haired man turned to him, he grinned. Finally, the attention was all his. "Yeah, I'm talking to you!"
The blonde one gave him a smile. "Yes, my good sir! Is there something we can do for you?"
From behind, Spain finally caught up to him and tried to regain his breath. "Prussia… why did you come out like that all of a sudden?"
Prussia laughed. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked back. "Someone as awesome as me shouldn't be hiding behind buildings like a coward! I should face the enemy head on without fear!" He laughed aloud once again.
The black-haired man looked at him oddly. "Enemy?"
"That's right!" he replied readily. Old man Fritz would be proud.
Beside him, Spain now looked worried. "Prus—I-I mean, Gilbert…"
Prussia wondered, in his laughter, why Spain just called him by his human name, though it didn't really matter. He was still awesome however they called him. The blonde man looked at him and asked, "Were you going to ask us something?"
Ask them something? What was he—oh, right. In his own awesomeness, he almost forgot about the less awesome matter. "How do you know Engl—Arthur?"
The humans didn't react when he almost called England by his country name; man, he was good. The blonde one regarded himself and the other guy as he replied, "We're travelers, you see, and Arthur-san offered to be our hosts while we're staying here in this country."
"You're travelers?" Spain suddenly perked up and came closer, his eyes bright. Prussia merely ignored him as he regarded the big, black-haired man. He looked like he could go against his awesomeness with those red eyes. Well, he wasn't going to have it! He stared challengingly at the man with red eyes.
Then, he overheard something that got his attention for a moment. "There are two, no, three more people in our group," the blonde one said. "One of them is resting in Arthur-san's house, while the other two are somewhere here in this city."
"The one that got away!" the albino nation exclaimed.
Fai nodded and smiled. "That's right!"
Of course, he was right. But then, he didn't think too much about that as the other man wanted to make some sort of staring contest with him. If the guy wanted to have a contest, then bring it on!
As the group interacted on their side of the street, Romano gritted his teeth at the sight. The stupid albino was currently having a staring contest with the other guy with red eyes. But that wasn't what clenched his fist around another poor edge of a wall.
The blonde human was talking to stupid Spagna far too closely for comfort. And the oblivious nation didn't notice anything wrong with it. The blonde-haired one may as well be one of France's people with all the advances he was doing.
When the blonde guy actually grabbed for Spain's hands, that was the last straw.
Romano rushed out of his hiding place and shouted as loud as he could,
"Damn stupid Spagna!!"
He brightened for a moment when they looked frozen on their feet at the sight of him, but then it quickly faltered when the blonde man was still holding hands with Spain.
"Idiot fucking Spagna!!"
Romano picked up the nearest possible projectile, this case being a plank of wood, and threw it straight at the blonde man. The rain must've changed its direction, though, as it hit the albino nation instead. Well, whatever. He was going for him later anyway. He took the trash lid from a nearby garbage can and aimed it at the blonde one's head.
The blonde man managed to dodge it and let it go to the black-haired guy behind him. Who caught the flying saucer with his bare hands. Dammit, who were these guys? He picked out random, non-sticky objects from the trash bin and threw them at the group itself. The big guy with black hair decided to use the trash lid he threw earlier as a shield from the worn-out shoe and toy car thrown at him.
Then, Prussia suddenly leapt back on his feet and laughed at his face. "You can't defeat the awesome Prussia like that!"
Romano paused in throwing disposables at them to glare at the infuriating albino. "Why you…"
"Loviiiiiiii~!"
He didn't notice Spain coming until the nation was right beside him and hugged the life out of him. "Oh, Lovi~!" he purred, hugging him tighter. Romano couldn't feel his arms any longer and had to let the empty wine bottle roll away to the ground. "You should've said that you were here this whole time."
"Shut up!" Romano managed to shout. First, he let the blonde man flirt with him and now he was hugging him? "Let me go, dammit!" he shouted on the nation's ears. "Let me go or I'll eat all your fucking tomatoes!"
But Spain only hugged him tighter than ever before, his face in despair. "No, Lovi! You can't do that!"
Romano only threatened him more. "I will, stupid Spagna! I'll eat all your fucking tomatoes, send out my whole fucking mafia at you," he smirked darkly at the sobbing Spain as he saved the worst for last, "and tell Russia that you want to be one with him!"
That got a rather high squeak from the Spaniard. He stopped blubbering on his already wet jacket, frozen at the last threat. However, as hard as he tried, Romano still couldn't get out of Spain's embrace.
Then, he heard the albino nation introduce him as Lovino. "It's Romano to you bastards!" he snapped at them.
He felt a nerve swell on his head at the blonde man's smile. "You can call me Fai. And this shady-looking fellow here is Kuro-pii!"
"It's Kurogane! And who are you calling 'shady'?" The black-haired man looked at the other human darkly, but his companion only laughed it off.
Prussia laughed along with him and wrapped an arm around the blonde human's shoulders. "Now that that's settled, let's go bar-hopping!"
Spain must have heard this because he looked at the other group with bright eyes. Romano saw his chance and kicked the Spaniard on the stomach with his knee. When the nation slumped to the puddle-filled floor, the still volatile Italian kicked him on the side. Repeatedly. Stupid Spagna.
He heard the blonde man say something. "We still have to find Syaoran-kun and Mokona."
"What?" the albino nation whined. Prussia thought for only a moment, until he said, "Well then, if that's the case, the awesome Gilbert will help!" He was just awesome that way – though there were so many other ways for him to be so awesome.
"You will?" the blonde man and the black-haired guy said almost at once, completely different expressions on their faces.
"Lovi and I will help too!" Spain suddenly cried out, hopping back on his feet. He thought he lost consciousness already; he wasn't twitching only a while a—
"What the fuck!" Romano didn't realize the next thing happening until the Spaniard latched an arm around him and dragged him across the empty road as they made their way to the other three.
"Then, as the hero, I'll help you too!"
All heads turned and found America walking up to them with the same goofy smile on his face. He also held an umbrella in one hand and a hamburger in the other. Typical of the American.
"Where the fuck did you come from?" Romano spat, pausing in his struggle to remove himself from Spain's arm.
The newly arrived nation laughed aloud as he approached them. "I heard your call for help, so here I am!" It wasn't like he was eavesdropping on their conversation when he left the nearby McDonald's store. Heroes like him just have super-sharp hearing. And selective hearing.
Like right now, America ignored whatever the black-haired man and fuming Italian said to listen to the nicer-looking blonde man's question. "And who would you be?"
America laughed again and stuck out his now free hand (he could eat a hamburger in record time!), pointing at himself with his thumb as he announced,
"Alfred F. Jones, hero at your service!"
A/N: Oh dear, more and more characters are coming out of the rain. I hope I can keep up with these new nations' streaks.
As always, reviewers of the twin stories deserve a huggle :"
Oh, and one more thing: be careful when the floor's wet (even with puddles). If there's a sign of 'slippery when wet', they mean 'don't walk over my shiny floor or your arse shall kiss it'.