Chapter 6: Fight on! Let's just jump into this.

As always, Hetalia and its characters are not mine*


Okay America, think! This is isn't a place to be fighting!

America scanned the room.

I'm not too sure if the drink was poisonous…and it's eerie that no one is moving…but…I know I've got to get this man as far away from them as I can. I'm pretty strong. I know I am. Spain is pretty ballsy too. So I don't understand how Spain could lose! But the more I notice this guy just keeps getting up! Almost as if…as if he were a… a zombie robot!? Oh my god, it couldn't be. Could he be! He couldn't be …ZOMBIE ROBOT!? Could that be why he stronger than me?! No way. No way…what? Stronger than me! Alright, he's definitely is a zombie robot.

America began to grow stunned at this new found epiphany. And then America knew what he had to do and knew exactly where to do it.

"Hey you. Yeah you! Zombie Robot Villain thing you! I will give you some credit. I haven't played rough with a zombie robot in a long time or ever in a matter of fact. But I must say that you're a pretty good fighter. However, don't keep your hopes up cause a little wussy like you couldn't even begin to fathom my awesome strength. I am a hero after all, and you are the bad guy and it's known since like the beginning of time that the bad guys will alwaysfall. To tell you the truth, you're not even worth my time."

With this America abruptly turned around and began to walk out of the room as if the meeting was over and all was right with the world.

The Villain looked dumbfounded as he muttered, "Zombie robot…Wtf? Did he just…WTf? What the FUCK!? Where the in the hell do you think you're going? You just don't walk out on a fight while you're fighting? You're the WUSSY!"

America stopped midway and twirled around with his neck irked upward a little bit. America smiled and thought, "Wussy huh?" He then proceeded to smiled, stick out his tongue and pulled down his eye socket showing the inside of his eye. America playfully sung in a loud clear voice, "Na Na Na na Na naaaaahhhh! You're just a wimp! A gapped tooth loser! I mean I can't stand looking at your ridiculous face anymore and no one else ever will too! You're just too difficult looking! Ahhhhh, actually that's not it. You're just a waste of my fucking time. Bye now."

America disappeared behind the entrance doors as he thought, that ought to reel him in. Even I'd want to hit me if someone did that to me.

Good thing America couldn't see the Villain's face for he was turning all kinds of purple. The villain shot after him as he skidded and bumped into the wall next to a fallen palm tree outside in the hallway. America had opened a water bottle from his jacket and quickly squirted it near the entrance so the Villain could trip. The Villain red in his eyes saw America laughing running full throttle down the hallway at an amazing speed.

"And here I thought the Italian's were the ones to run the fastest," the Villain said bitterly as got himself up as he dusted off the dirt on him. He glanced at his watch. He frowned as he shook his head side to side. "Fuck. My boss…ohhhhh my boss. He's such an asshole when he's mad… probably will dock my pay this week or give me the treatment. (Shudder) I should have been done 30 minutes ago and given the all clear. Shit. Gosh, this job isn't all bad just only when everything is fucking up like right now?

It's been a while since I had fun though. Although going to an amusement park would have been just the same. Ah well. Killing someone is just more fun." He smirked as his eyes darkened and began to casually jog behind America.

I have to get this guy out of here, America thought as he ran. The swaying branches from the trees outside made rapid shadows across his face. It could have been the shadows but he looked grimmer, if only for a second.

Last time I checked this is the second floor and right about now…Okay, there should be a soft abundance of bushes! I've always wanted to jump into the bushes each time I passed by that window. Guess NOWS DA TIME!

"DETOUR!" America lunged, as he stopped abruptly and pulled his entire weight through the left window, shattering the glass outward. His hands opened as if he were to fly like a swan from the rooftop off towards the first floor. However, America had fallen not very much like a swan and it was much more like an accident. He stumbled when he landed on the small roof path outside the window and descended in spirals. He made tons of oof's and ouch grunts as he ungracefully fell off the first floor rooftop into the bushes. Birds flew when he hit the ground.

For a moment there was silence as America was too stunned that the whole world suddenly stopped from all the diagonal swerving vision he had just experienced.

"Okay…that wasn't the way I...expected it…at all. Um, no broken bones here or hereeeeeeeee? Okay!" America winced as he limped forward stretching his legs and frustratingly intent on taking out that branch that has just latched itself onto his messy hair.

The Villain got to the broken window and peered through. He saw America limping, taking out the leaves and branches from his hair and then picking up speed and running into the forest. The sounds of bushes departing echoed.

"I'm not letting you get away. No," the Villain growled. He took a moment to recall the face his Boss would make if he failed and reaffirmed his thoughts.

"No, I can't let you escape. No loose threads. That was the deal." The villain swiftly jumped out the window and hopped down, the way America had imagined himself doing, but failed to do so.

[Somewhere running in the forest]

America huffed and huffed as he jumped over fallen logs and shrubs in his way.

I really need to go out running more often. I've gained some weight or something. I used to run faster than this. Pant * pant*.

If I remember correctly…ugh. There are too many things to think about! What about everyone who I left behind? They were all asleep and Spain…how long had that guy been...on top of him…beating him like that? I am not supposed to allow things like this to happen. But I let it… I'm horrible. But no use for beating myself up just now… alright mind of mine, what am I missing?

America began to rummage through all the memories that occurred today. Getting up, making bacon and eggs. Misreading the clock. Arriving 30 minutes earlier. Picking up the chalk to attempt drawing the nations…but then thinking how tired it is to move muscles and keep the body up. Sitting in Canada's chair. Relaxation time. Then England. Getting poked from Canada. Flying with Spain in the dream. Waking up to see that guy on top of Spain. Jumping down the stairs and almost slipping on one of the paper cups. Beating the crap out of that guy. New Chalk board. Wait…America's mind jumped back a couple of sentences.

Paper cups.

"Paper cups! Paper cups... Every desk had a paper cup…."

Could it be that there was something in the drinks that was supplied today? The drinks. Something in it. Yeah that had to be it! Because both Spain and I were asleep so we didn't drink… it! America smiled as he now knew this. Yeah, it has to be a sleeping drug…so no one is actually dead. But Spain…why didn't I wake up earlier? Wait, that guy said so… already. Ah me with my forgetfulness. Maybe I'm getting Alkseimer's or Amnesia? Ah, I'll have to check into that when this is all over. This will all be over right? And everything will turn back into yesterday when none of these things happened.

America narrowed his eyes in a strong defeating sadness as he felt a pang of guilt and resentment because he hadn't been there to prevent Spain from being in such a bad shape. They were just together. Weren't they were just gawking at the galaxy self-destructing with popcorn in his dream?

America frowned, his eyes depressed with the happy light he always made sure he had, gone dim.

No one can see me making this face anyways now…so it's alright to make it. But sometimes when I look at the sky, I feel like someone is watching me. No…no could be.

He ran for a while knowingly sure that the Villain was still hunting behind him. He could just feel it. He kept running until he recognized the pine trees around this area. He finally arrived to the sight where he usually set up his telescope to watch the Milky Way. This spot was near the cliff shoreline overlooking the sea. Once he was at a good opening on a dirt ground he dropped to the ground and hugged it as if it were his bed. He was sure at the rate he was running that the villain wouldn't get there for at least a good 15 minutes.

"I'm… so…. exhausted! Thank goodness I took that nap back at the meeting room. It did me well. Naps… are ah-maze-zing! On my list of things to keep on doing…naps. And I'm going to have to wash my face. Note to self; do not hug dirt ground every day. Ahahah!"

America made a check mark on one of the clouds. America then placed his arm over his eyes to block the beating sunlight his rising and laying his other arm on top of his sweaty chest going up and down. It's so warm today…I could take a nap right now under the crisp blue sky if it weren't for this upcoming fight. This is going to decide it but I want to know why this guy is so strong and why he continues to fight me. Who exactly are you dude? America yawned and half sighed letting himself close his sweaty eyes.

"Gah! No! No no no no no no…Sleep no! NO," he slapped his cheeks a bit.

So America sat upward and sat Indian style and waited calming his tense center down.

That guy! Is damn persistent! And not as cool as a zombie robot because they have machine guns attached to their arms and jets…sigh. He is agile though. That much credit I give him. Young and strong. Is he American cause he's soooooooooo…I mean, he's just as strong as I am. I can't figure out his accent though. I don't really ever pay attention to accents anyhow. Probably should have. =_=

This…T-this is bad though. I know that… I must be the hero at the end of the day. But he's strong and I'm getting worn out. I pretended to not be in front of him but ahhh I really am sore all over. His punches don't miss and even though they don't strike as strong, they really left my muscles sore. Is this some ninja jutsu bullshit? Damn. America sucked in air and let it out shakily.

America kept on thinking.

I'll just beat him. No use in thinking it out. Nothing turns out as planned anyways. And it's not really my strong suit. Where would be the fun in life if it was planned? But then what the hell does destiny mean then? And what if some of the things that happened to my life didn't happen? Then I wouldn't be the same person that I am now…errr! America ran his fingers through his hair and made it ruffled. I'm thinking too complicated like!

Come on America, don't think now. Just react. Oh there he is.

America hid his tiredness and sucked up the air in his lungs as if to make him look more intimidating and bigger. America taunted getting up, "Took you a while you loser."

"For your information it's Mister Villain to you. Tired with this chit chat. Let's go. Brimming with energy to seeing your sorry face down in the ground."

America narrowed his eyes…oh really? As a matter of fact I was just on the ground but of my own will

Sweat trickled down America's forehead. He winced as he realized how tired he was.

Shit! I'm as tired as a hippo that just ran 20 miles nonstop. What is up with this guy?

America stood rigid with his back to the ocean. He began to get into a stance to minimize his openings. The villain aware of the impending battle took a second to become aware of his surroundings. He smirked in approval.

"I like the scenery. Flat ground. No grass to diminish sliding. It's the perfect place for you to die? Would you say not?"

"Not."

The villain smiled as if he was going to have a lot of fun. And not missing a beat America decided to be the first to attack and dashed towards him.

If the fight is going to start, I should start it and end it too! Just got to knock him out somehow. He is still going even after hitting him with my tough fists. If I don't stop him soon, I actually may start losing to this kid. America caught himself from beginning to frown and he told himself, Haha, am I becoming scared? A hero never fails in will at least? Oh whatever! Just focus on priority number one…tackling this mother fucker down."

America bit his lip and they both swung at each other and America managed to get a few punches in there…but the villain was winning. The villain had managed to back America up to the edge of the cliff. America noticed as he almost lost balance as he yelled, "WHOOOOAAAAA."

He waved his arms and leaned forward enough to skid off the crumbling edge.

"Ahhh….ah… that was close," America gasped.

"Apparently not close enough."

"Aw, shut it," America barked.

America peered back and saw the seagulls and the sharp, America made a mental note on the "sharpness" of the rocks down below.

They look kind of similar to what I'd guess a painful death would be like? Yeah…I'm trapped. No worries, no worries cause I'm the hero! America thought to himself and then made a worried face.

Okay, Okay got to stop with the bullshit. I really need to stop making myself believe that. I'm not a superhero, I'm just… me. And I'm stuck here on this pathetic excuse of a sturdy cliff. It's legit crumbling below me. This is dangerous. What I need to do is to back off the ledge but this guy really got me cornered. If only he was not on the path of destruction. Then he too would be an awesome hero at least in strength.

The villain dashed and leapt towards America. America wide eyed, completely not expecting that, reacted by taking a quick side step to his right. The villain had miscalculated as he thought America would make a sidestep to the left. And the villain began to fall off the ledge.

Shit. I'm actually scared. This can't end this way. No, the villain thought.

With quick acting, he turned himself around in the air…just enough to be able to grab America's shoe. America surprised at the sudden sensation of being dragged downward off the safety of the ledge took all his energy to grab the land behind him with his hands. His glasses tumbled off his face onto the dirt. But it was all too late. He got jerked down and skids downward. The rubble fell with him taking him more down and down to the very edge of the cliff.

America was dangling on the edge with the villain holding onto his legs. Everything was slowing down in America's mind while everything was speeding up in the villain's.

"Cough cough*…ahhhh my eyes got dirt in them…if only I could rub them but then I'd have to let go…I think I can manage," America ended. He squinted and tried to blink a couple of times but only tears could form.

"God… I clearly did not wake up this morning for this shit to happen. Seriously..." America said while he looked up at the sky. America saddened and closed his eyes while grabbing the dissolving dirt within his hands.

I'm onto you God. Like seriously? Did my day have to be this bad? It would have been fine with just forgetting to heat up the coffee and then rushing to work 30 minutes early to find that nobody was there. But this? This must be some twisted sense of humor that you have God…Well…at least I managed to hold on to the edge of the cliff…but I can't hold for two people for much longer… this is bad. YOU HEAR ME? This really is like totally …not… great… at …all.

America began to tremble because of the effort he had to put into both of his hands. America then looking for solutions came up with one but this was risky.

"Oi! Mister Villain? You still alive?"

"Yeahhhhhh… who else do you think is holding on to your legs? Santa Claus," the villain shot while expressing a face that said Did-you-actually-just-say-that-right-now-cause-look.

"Okay, okayyyyyyyyy! Sheesh, someone's pissy. Just wanted to make sure…." America said straining himself as he gritted down.

"Look we are both going to fall down into those rocks unless…"

Out of nowhere, the villain hugging America's legs with one hand, took with his other, from his pocket, his emergency poisoned dipped knife and stabbed America's leg. America yelped as he gasped from the sudden sheering pain. He felt and could imagine the knife sinking into him which made him shudder. A moment of silence passed as the villain said, "You…you were going to say unless one of us falls down right? You American scum. You're planning to shake me off all because I wanted to kill you!"

America was fighting the weakness in his hands as he said shakily as he shook his head, "Well, wouldn't anyone want to shake off their killer? And no…no. Iwasn't… going to say that….I was going to say… unless you …climb up first …and then… help me…like me… up…Or maybe I could sway back and forth and you could…reach up? Uh…"

The villain shocked and surprised looked towards America with the face of a child encountering a new question and wondering why? He silently looked at America's back and how America was now trembling and he made his way down towards the newly blooding knife that was now sticking out of America's right leg. The villain bit his lip and shuddered.

"Why? Why would you allow me to climb you? I wanted to kill you! I actually still want to kill you. Don't you remember!" the villain yelled frustrated.

America was feeling the tiredness of his hands and the pain throbbing from his leg. There was a soft sensation crawling up from his leg towards the heart of his body and America knew….this is…poison. I've felt this before…Ha. Ha. Ah. I thought that if he climbed up first we could manage…but it seems like I can't hold on any more…. America bit his lip in regret.

Actually God, just scratch that…everything I just said to you…I think I am going to die. And I don't want to be mad at you in the end of my everything. No. I don't.

…America shut his eyes and said, "Are you sure that you're still mad at me and want to kill me like right now? At this very moment, that both you and I are dangling like some poor suckers on this ledge? Let things pass kid…I think you should instead channel your anger into the willpower to keep holding onto me kay? And yeah yeah I remember. I know that….it's just that I don't want anyone to die…but it seems our luck has run out because…I actually… can't? Hold on… anymore. Ha-ha. That's America's willpower for you…not that much after all," America ended bitterly and he mumbled afterward… "Sorry."

The villain looked at America's back sadly and silently muttered… "I'm sorry too. And yeah I can still be mad at you and admire your stupidity at the same time."

"Stupid? I'm not stupid!"

"No, yes you are. Like no one helps out the person persecuting their demise. Like you must be stupid or something to do that."

"Are you seriously insulting me right now? I just don't want anyone to die today anymore. That's all."

"Yeah, you must be some kind of stupid."

"Will you just quit it!? Stop calling me stupid. It's lowering my self-esteem and I don't need that right now! Sheeesh! Stop or else I won't be coming to your funeral!"

"No, correction, I'm the one who is going to your funeral because I'm the one who will bring your curtains down. Don't worry, I'll make daily visits and buy you a burger or something from Wendy's and place it on your grave to mock you because you won't be alive to eat it! And then I'll eat it!"

"If you're going to buy a burger make sure it's a McDonald's third quarter pounder Angus, Swiss cheese, hold the pickles, with extra onions. Oh! Add mustard too if you can. And if you're going to buy from Wendy's, make sure to buy a strawberry milkshake with that but you are not allowed to drink or eat it because I will curse these liquids and foods and you'll never stop from being in the bathroom!"

"No, I'm planning to buy from the 1 dollar menu. You better just settle with what I'm going to get you! I'm going to go broke if I spend on you 6 dollars a day like that!"

And somehow after this America and the Villain found themselves laughing at each other. And they couldn't stop laughing until the Villain said gasping for air, "HAHAHAHAH! Hah! Hah! OH MY GOD! I'm going to pee my pants, seriously! Stop laughing! HAHAHAHHAAHA!"

"HAHAHAHHSHSHSAHAHAHA! You first! HAHAHAHA!"

"Like HAHAHAHHAHAHAH this is the weirdest HAHAHAHHSHAHAHAHAH conversation I've ever had on a freaking ledge HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA on my way to my very death! HAAHAHHAHAHA! This is fucked up!"

"You said it! HAAHHAHAHA!" America said laughing whole heartedly as he tried to muffle his outburst.

America shot his eyes open and smiled… So I don't know how this guy knows so much about my personality. But I guess that is redundant now. He's not… bad. He knows good food. Ahhhh… I can already hear England just scowling at me for being this understanding to men who know how to eat good food.God, maybe it'll be okay? Between us? And hey…you just made the Villain say sorry and laugh with me! Maybe this day will take a turn for the best? I knew I could count on you! America strained a smile due to the pain.

"It's...O-ooooooooo…" What?

A new sense of weightlessness overcame America then. The lack of gravity came upon them from their now descending fall. The last thing America heard was the noise leaving the villain's mouth. A horrid and lonely screaming for America did not scream. He only stayed silent from the shock for it didn't seem real at all but it felt so real. His body bounced off and on the tough rocks, debris making themselves home in his hair and clothes. All he could see was either the blinding sun, strips of the blue blue sky and the foaming ocean…before it all went red to black. It wasn't how he thought death would be like.

I thought that when you die, you had some time to make a speech, a statement. Maybe recollect everyone and everything…But I guess I was wrong…But maybe I'll try just a little…Thank you God. I am really happy that I got to live in the first place. I'm really happy… I got to be a nation… because… that led to meeting my friends. I'm glad…

America coughed continuously while this new sheering and demanding pain now spread all throughout his body. As America kept tumbling downward, intent with saying goodbye he grappled with his senses and said brokenly, "I'm really glad!... that that all the bad… times…happened. That all the good…did too. Because then I wouldn't be who… I am… today. I just wished I had more time. More time to understand myself, to understand and learn much more. Like… an instrument from every nation. Russia's Balalaika. Japan's drums…the guitar England gave me… The cosmos. I really wished I could go to that place and just look at the stars…I should have gotten to know everyone more. My world is quite…small. Cause now that I think about it I didn't really know anyone. I should have made… more… of an effort. I should have not been such an airhead... Like seriously, sometimes after I'd say something I'd be like, wow, I can't believe that I just said that... I sound like an idiot! Haha, I guess I must have been one to the whole…world…to not show anybody… my private face… my private… intellect. To have not recognized anybody's… worth... Or focused more on the world affairs and the reports. Wow, I'm still not dead? I actually had time to think about all this. All of this…But before I go…I resent something. I should have written the story I wanted to…because stories are never ending and in it I'd have everyone smiling, just like the harmony I always wished for… Anyways God, Universe, Life, Time, Love, Imagination please! Please bring everyone together for me, since I couldn't finish it …yeah…that'd be…nice."

The melody of the crashing waves was the only thing America recognized then from the beginning darkness that waded over him. The waves crashing below sort of became like a lullaby, lulling him to sleep. America tried to hum his favorite song while flashing images raced as fast as they could in his mind. He wanted to make sure that his life was worth watching. Then America stopped.

He wasn't there anymore.

He was quite gone.