Aki: Here it is, the eighth chapter. Lovely, it really is...I have no idea where this fic is going, but i guess if you all want it to go on, i'll contiue to write it
SHAMLESS PLUG TIME!!!
Cobblestone Secrets By the wonderful TheEvilMuffinToaster is the most bitching Hetalia fic I've ever read! It's RussAmer, so you all will love it, graenteed! You'll laugh, you'll cry...from laughter...and other stuff that people feel...yea....READ IT!!!
Summery-
In the Heart of Los Angeles was the Williams Investigative Bureau of Information. With their crackpot team and their immaculate skills, they can solve any case…Now only if they can stop fighting...
Chapter 8:
France whipped around fast enough to see Russia, America and Canada standing there. Russia still had on his smile of so many words on his face, this time directed at France. Amelia looked like she didn't know whether she should laugh at the looks of fear (France) and anger (England) on their faces, or be silent and let Ivan do his thing. She choose to sit back and enjoy the show.
"W-what the bloody hell are you wearing?!" Arthur practically yelled when he tore his eyes away from the large Russian in front of him to look at his former colony. Note the word former.
'Ah, how like Iggy to turn his anger on something he can kinda-sorta handle.' She thought.
"Ain't that the truth." Alfred said before she opened her mouth.
"It's Ivan's coat." She said.
"France, what exactly what were you saying about dear Amelia, hm?" Ivan asked suddenly making everyone look to the right. Somehow, the two of them migrated ten feet away from England, Amelia, Canada and Japan. Speaking of Japan…
"Amelia-san," he called to get her attention. "This is for you, from Hungary-chan." He added quickly when Russia's gaze caught his for a split second.
"Okay?" She answered taking the bag. She looked inside and saw a change of clothes and extra shoes.
'Whoa, how'd she know I'd need clothes?' She thought.
"It's scary. I don't know how Austria put up with her for so long." Alfred said. Amelia nodded and gave Kiku a smile. "Thanks man. Oh," She said suddenly. "Why the hell is the water so cold in the lond? Or pake or whatever you want to call it?"
"Ano…?"
"The water over there." She said pointing. "But it's not important right now, so don't worry about it."
"Hai?" He was seriously confused about what the girl in front of him was saying.
"As much as I would love to watch the show that's slowly unraveling," She pointed over her shoulder at France making up excuses to a terrifying towering Ivan. "I've got to change. Be back in a jiffy!"
Kiku nodded (what else could he do, really?) and she walked off to a public restroom a ways away from them. 'When are all of them leaving?!' He thought as he watched Ivan slowly advance on Francis. Arthur tried to jump in and help, but it didn't turn out as planned and Ivan was talking (read: Scaring shitless) to both of them.
"France, why were you speaking such nonsense before? It was quite rude, da?" He asked in his nicest voice he could muster at the moment. This was quite nice if you didn't know Russia very well, but both France and England knew him for….practically forever.
"I-it wasn't nonsense." Francis said after his brain started working again.
"Then what would you call it? Do you have an idea, England?" he asked turning to the smallest of the three countries.
He scowled at the Frenchman. "Don't lump me with him. I just came for Amelia."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"You bloody well know why!" he nearly yelled.
"I'm afraid I don't. You will enlighten me, da?" He smile got bigger and seemed to become more sinister as he waited to hear what Arthur would say.
England gulped audibly, and straightened his back. He craned his neck up to look at the towering giant in front of him and opened his mouth.
"I've got a hundred Euros on the Russian!" a voice called out loudly. Three heads swiveled to see several countries standing there, including Hungary, Austria, Prussia, and Germany. The one who had shouted was Spain, standing with a big grin on his face.
"It appears we have an audience. Well, we shouldn't let them down. Though I wish I had my pipe, my hands should suffice, da~?" Ivan asked as he flexed his fingers one by one. They cracked, and with each sound England and France jumped.
"I don't think anyone is going to take on your bet, my friend." Gilbert said to Spain as Russia took a step towards England and France, steadily muttering "Kolkolkolkolkolkol." Under his breath and scaring the ever living snot out of them. Ever so slowly, he continued to get closer and closer to them and they continued to shake in their boots and back away just as slowly as Ivan was advancing. Arthur distantly heard something like thunder and felt water hit his face.
"What are you two idiots doing?" Lovino asked as he watched his former guardian and his friend, the former country. Spain had a sheet of some type of metal and Gilbert had a hose (that he got from God knows where) that was pointed up and in the same direction as the three fighting counties…well one scary as hell country and two more who were likely to die if someone didn't do something about it soon.
"It's to add atmosphere, muchacho." Spain told him as he shook the sheet again.
"Well it's annoying, so cut it out!" he said quickly getting annoyed.
"You need to get that stick out of your ass, my friend." The Prussian said
"Eh? Fratello has something up his butt?" Feliciano asked Germany. He turned to Lovino. "Does it hurt fratello? If it does you should take it out and go to a doctor's right away, si?"
Gilbert started laughing hard as Lovino's face turned red. Then he said "Ja! A visit from Dr. Antonio!"
"S-stai zitto*!" he screamed at the territory as his face turned a brighter shade of red.
"Eh? Antonio, you're a medico?" Feliciano asked before Germany could stop him.
"Si, but only for Lovino." He replied with an easy going smile.
"D-don't tell him that!" Lovino yelled.
Meanwhile, Russia had both France and England's backs against a large tree.
"My my, it seems you've run out of places to run, da? Do you want this to end quickly without pain, or slow with much pain? The choice is yours, Comrades." Russia spoke lowly so it wouldn't be carried towards their audience standing about 25 feet away.
"Ivan!" They heard. All the heads swiveled and saw Amelia running down a hill. She still had on Ivan's coat, but it was open and flapping around her lower legs as she ran. They could see she had changed into some dark colored pants that stopped mid-shin and some type of T-shirt on. She stopped about three feet from him, not noticing how England and France were backed into a corner (tree), and the menacing aura surrounding Russia. "Ready to go?"
He brightened immediately and said "Da." Before she grabbed his arm and he let her drag him past everyone.
She gave Hungary a little wave and once they were out of earshot, she asked quietly, "Did I miss something?"
Aki: Well that was rather short...I liked how it turned out, even if it was short. And I liked how I wrote Ivan this time. But tell me your honest opinion in a review guys!
Translations(Le gasp, Only 1 this time!): stai zitto- shut up. everything else is pretty easy to guess.
My head hurts...I'm gonna go to sleep. Night guys :D
