Welcome to the latest chapter of The Hitwoman! Everyone, enjoy!

Warnings: violence

Disclaimers: I don't own Hetalia

Song of the Chapter: White Flag by Dido (this song reminds me of Italy :D)


~~ Time Jump ~~


America POV


Washington, DC

January 31, 2002

?

I stroked the fur of my blanket softly. Adela had left months - I think - ago, and I hadn't been the same since she had left, and the world was starting to notice.

Outside of my doorstep, there were baskets filled with all kinds of native foods from different countries. I hadn't touched any them. In fact, the only food that I would accept would be either pizza or ice cream, mostly ice cream.

Countries had tried to reach me through the web, my phone, and through my government. However, I had abandoned all of them. My states avoided me, Delaware keeping them at bay with some excuse. England had even visited, but I had simply turned towards the wall and ignored everything he said. However, today, they sent my one weakness: information about Adela with the only person I would react to: my brother, Canada.

My brother walked into my room and turned on the light, then sat on the edge of my bed as I absently stroked my blanket. The months of this kind of behavior had worn on my body: I was thinner than was healthy, my skin wasn't as tanned as it normally was, but pale, and I'm sure that my eyes were lacking of any emotion other than sadness and loss.

"Hello brother. How have you been feeling?" Why did he keep asking that question? One look at me and anyone would know that I indeed wasn't okay, in any manner. I don't even know why I felt the need to mope around: Adela was, after all, just my bodyguard. Right...?

"Well, even if you aren't feeling better, I have some news that might cheer you up. It's about Adela."

My head perked up. I don't know why, but I always perk up when I hear good news about her. I guess I miss her more than I think.

My brother chuckled. "We found out where she is, and we also found out that she went there willingly, but has been kept there for some reason." The first part was good, but the second part wasn't. Adela was... Being held captive? Why?

"Also... Do you want the bad news, America?"

I turned over for the first time in hours and looked up at him. I spoke for the first time since the day Adela left. "Yes."

Canada looked surprised to see that I talked, and he smiled. "Well... It's really bad... Five other countries have declared war on you, and two of them are coming here soon."

I shrugged. "Depending on who they are, I can take them. Who are they?"

"Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Syria and Palestine."

"I can take all of them."

"Not in your current state. Russia has offered to shelter you if you need it, and in this situation you do."

"Canada-"

"I am sorry, America, but you can't defend yourself anymore. Not when you have barely eaten and barely interacted with the world!"

I smiled. "I wasn't going to deny that, or say that I could take them... I was going to say thanks."

The shy country smiled and stood up. "Let's get you over to Russia's, then."


Adela POV


?, Italy

January 31, 2002

16:31 (4:31) PM

I sighed and pushed the knight to the space I wanted. "Check mate." I said lazily.

The guard sighed and smiled. "Adela, you have gotten good at this game! I only taught it to you a couple of days ago!"

"Can I go now? I already promised not to interact with the bad men and all of that." I mumbled the last part, moving my pieces back to their proper places as the man across from me did so.

"Sorry, Adela, you know your father won't let you off easily."

"He needs to, though. I'm not his little girl anymore: I'm eighteen, for crying out loud!"

For some reason, I just felt at ease around this man... I didn't know why. He had curly brown hair, tanned skin that suggested he worked in the sun before my father hired him, sparkling green eyes, and the accent he talked with suggested that he was from Spanish decent. His name was Anton.

"Adela, you know he cares deeply for you, as do I."

I smiled at his caring expression; he was like a second father to me, after all, since I never saw my real father. "I know, Anton... It's just... I-"

"Shhhh. Someone is coming. Hide behind the bed." He said, glaring at the door.

I did as I was told, knowing Anton's senses were good at sensing danger. He opened the door and I peeked over the bed, the pillows hiding my face from view.

"Yo, Spain, we're here to get Adela!" Said a loud and obnoxious albino man with a strong German accent. He had silver hair and red eyes, and he was wearing a blue German military suit. Who was Spain, though?

"Shhhh, Prussia, not so loud." Anton said quietly, not looking back at me.

He pushed the German out into the hall, just as I heard another accented voice say, "Ohonhonhon~ Spain, how have you been doing these past few months?"

The door closed. I hurried to the wall I saw Antonio push the German towards. I immediately heard their conversation:

"What are you guys doing here? I'm still trying to break the spell he has placed on her! I said three months!" Anton said. Was he talking about me?

"Ah, mais mon ami, it has been three months. We held off telling America as long as possible, but he has gotten worse by the day! Canada said he told him yesterday, and that they are now safely at Russia's place." The other man said. Hearing him speak more, I placed his accent as a French accent.

"Ja, and now America is getting better. Fast. He vowed that if he will get better in two days, then he will come after Adela."

Anton sighed, obviously relieved. ", well that's good and bad. America is well enough to demand whatever he wants again, but now I have less time to break the spell." Why did they keep using country names? Were they nicknames or something?

"Mon ami, can't you just outright tell her?" The Frenchman asked.

"No, for her, it will hurt like hell. All of the memories her father hid deep inside her brain will resurface all at once: it won't be pretty, either. Yesterday, she told me she had a dream about a tall man with a bomber jacket and dirty blonde hair with glasses. Who do you think that might be?" He asked sarcastically. I was angered by this: I told Anton not to tell anyone about that dream!

"Does she at least know her past? About you?"

"No... And it hurts me not to tell her about it, also. , she thinks that I am just a friendly guard that has nothing better to do with his life than entertain her... But- It's..." From what I could hear, Anton had started to cry.

"There, there, mon ami! It will all be over soon..." The Frenchman said. I felt like I knew that voice from somewhere... Maybe when my dad had special conferences with foreigners? I tuned back into the conversation because I had tuned out for a little while thinking about the man's familiar voice.

"Ok... Yeah, let's go... I will feel bad for her, but it is only fair." Anton said.

The door opened and I turned to face a teary-eyed Anton, still in his guard suit, the German with the blue military outfit, and a man with long, blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a blue tail coat and red pants.

"Ah, Adela, so good to see you again!" The Frenchman said, running up and kissing my hand. I pushed him away, and I suddenly had a strange case of déjà vu.

"Ja, is this her? Bruder said that she was hot, and he was sooooo right." The German said, looking me up and down.

"I doubt Allemande said anything like that." The Frenchman said, chuckling.

Anton looked at me, ignoring the other two men. "Adela? I have something to confess."

"What is it, Anton?" I asked, my voice excited: I wanted to know who these men were.

The German snickered. "Nice cover, Anton."

Anton ignored him while he and the Frenchman laughed. "Adela, I... My name isn't Anton."

I laughed, expecting what he said to be a joke; the two other men stopped laughing as I did. "Good one, Anton. Are those your friends?"

Anton didn't laugh. "I'm serious, Adela. My human name is Antonio Fernández Carriedo." I could sense that he was being truthful, but I didn't believe him. Plus, he said 'human name' as if he wasn't human. "Let's sit, shall we?" He suggested.

We sat at out chess table, the two other men sitting on my bed. After an awkward silence, I sighed. "If that's true, then what do you mean by 'human'?"

"I am a country, not a human. People like me, we personify countries-"

I chuckled softly, cutting him off. I felt like I had heard this somewhere before, but I brushed it off. "Yeah, okay. Then what are you?" I asked sarcastically.

Anton - Antonio? - smiled sadly, expecting my reaction. "My official name is the Kingdom of Spain, but I just go by Spain."

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, Spain," I said this sarcastically, "why are you telling me this?"

"Because you already knew this Adela. Your father made you take a potion that pushed everything you knew about us to the back of your mind. We need you to remember those memories."

"Pfft, ok." I rolled my eyes and walked over to the wall, where my father had put a call-y thingy. "Tell that to the people at the insane asylum."

I pushed the button before the other people could object. "Father, Anton is insane and he brought some of his insane friends into my room. Please come dispose of them."

The reply came back nearly immediately. "Yes honey, anything for your safety."

I looked at Anton sadly. "Sorry Anton, I'll miss our games of chess."

The German was glaring at me. "Three months with this guy as your only company and this is what you do to him when he tries to help you?"

His words stung me, but I didn't show it. I kept my bored expression. Anton cut off the German from saying more. "Enough. Adela, how do you not remember?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. You're obviously crazy."

"Ah, mais mademoiselle, he is not. You are the one that is crazy, though it is not your fault, because you don't believe the obvious truth."

I rolled my eyes just as the guards flooded my room. The three men didn't resist, except the German, but he was easily overpowered. The guards held the three men in front of me, kneeling and helpless.

I looked at the head guard, confused. "I thought Father was going to take care of these men."

"No, Mistress Adela. Your father has given me strict orders to let you handle them how you would best wish it."

I scrunched up my nose in disgust, for taking care of punishments wasn't my strong point. Sometimes I hated my father. "I refuse. You may take care of them."

I turned, and the German decided to speak. "Oh, is the little girl too afraid to take care of three men that can't resist her?" He asked mockingly.

I turned on my heel. My eyes flashed in sudden anger. At everything: my over-commanding father, Anton lying to me, then lying about why he lied, and most of all, this German.

"You are the most annoying person I have ever met!" I yelled at him. "You act like a complete idiot, and you always think that everyone is below you! Why you decide to act like this, I don't know... but... You just don't deserve to be related to Ludwig!"

The three men stared at me, and I panted. I was still angry, and I opened my mouth to yell at this damn German some more. Anton interrupted me.

"You remembered something that I hadn't told you!" He said excitedly. The head guard looked from me to the three men with a confused expression.

I rolled my eyes. "No, you definitely told me about Ludwig. I remember you and-"

My mind went blank. I tried to remember the name I had just been about to say, but it was like someone had flipped a switch and now I couldn't remember them. All I remembered was that their name started with an 'L'.

Anton sighed. ", there's still that little detail."

"What do you mean?" The Frenchman demanded, who looked disappointed for some reason.

"It's complicated, mi amigo, I'll tell you and America both. Prussia, could you-?"

"Say no more! The awesome me will take care of this!" Within seconds of the man saying that, all the guards were on the floor and the three men were exiting my room.

Anton - I guess he had proved himself to be Antonio by now - stopped and looked sadly over at me. "We will be back, Adela. Lo prometo."

He closed the door behind him, leaving me to dread about what would happen when my father found out about what happened.


Italy

February 2, 2002

7:04 AM

I sat in the chair, looking at my feet. My father was standing over me, looking down at me disapprovingly. It had been two days since Antonio had left with the German and the Frenchman, and I couldn't stop thinking about how someone was supposed to come here if he had gotten better.

"Well? Do you have an answer for me today?" He asked, attempting to glare at me through my bangs, which were hanging across my face.

"No, sir." I said, not looking up. I didn't want to tell him what Antonio thought was right, he would just tell me I was crazy and lock me in my room. I didn't believe it myself, but I didn't want to get locked in my room again.

"Are you sure about your answer?" He asked, not impressed with my attempt to slide around his gaze. He reached across his desk and lifted my chin up with his finger.

"Yes, sir." I said, looking at the bridge of his nose instead of his eyes. He let go of my chin with a huff of annoyance.

"Fine. I'll send a maid to fetch you for dinner at five, on the dot. Don't you dare be late. You hear me, young lady?" He asked, obviously ticked off at my answer.

I got up and left. I hoped that the man had not gotten better.


America POV


Moscow, Russia

February 2, 2002

10:56 AM

"Today's the day." I said, smiling at myself in the mirror. I had come to terms with my feelings during the rehabilitation, and I had found that I had a crush on Adela. "Today is the day I finally get to see her again."

Over the past two days, I had worked and ate harder than I ever had before. My body weight had gone back to its normal weight, and even my skin was turning to its usual tan shade. Russia had said that I would indeed meet my intended goal by today, and he had been right.

I smiled one last time at myself, then walked out of the small bathroom. Russia had been sitting on my bed, and I immediately hoped he hadn't heard what I said.

"Russia, have they returned yet?" I asked, eager for information.

"Da. They wish to see you." He said, his childish smile as creepy as ever. I smiled back at him.

"Thanks Russia. For everything."

"You are now in debt to me, da? Make sure to remember that." He said happily. If I hadn't been in such a good mood, I would have regretted thanking him.

I smiled and gave a thumbs up. I then rushed out of the room and ran through the halls of Russia's home.

It didn't look very big on the outside, but his house was very easy to get lost in. So, making sure to take all of the right turns, I finally found my way to the foyer, where the Bad Touch Trio were waiting, presumably for me.

"America! You look a lot better than when I last saw you, mi amigo!" Spain said, smiling up at me. I returned his smile and sat on one of Russia's many couches.

"Oui, you could say that those months had never even happened the way you look now!" France said, taking a sip of wine after he said it.

"Ja. Most impressive, when you focus on something, you can definitely do it." Prussia said, the only one of the trio with beer instead of wine.

"Thanks guys. Russia said you needed to talk to me?" I asked, quick to get to the point.

"Oui. Spain... Has found some bad news while watching over Adela..." France said, placing his wine down onto the table.

"What? What did you find?" I asked as the mood in the room changed around me. It seemed I was the only cheery person left in it.

"Adela is under a spell that is keeping her from remembering anything from the last year. Her father placed it on her, and now he is ruling over her and letting her have no free will of her own."

I stared at the Spaniard. "What?"

He ignored me and continued to stare at the ground. "I found that out when I infiltrated her father's mansion. My job description was to basically keep her from running off and to keep her from remembering anything. Now, he didn't know I was a country, so when I reacted by immediately resigned, he must have gotten the wrong idea. He tried to keep me from going by raising my pay and offering to tell me what I was keeping from her. I agreed, he told me to keep her away from the countries, and I told France and Prussia to give me three months to break the spell.

"Only recently, however, have I made any progress at all. I dropped hints about her debt to you, and about how Canadians are really shy, but she would just give me a blank look and I'd tell her I was kidding. That went on for a while, until one day, it all changed.

"Adela came to me, her most trusted guard. She looked like she had just seen a ghost, so I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she had just had a dream about a handsome man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes that wore glasses on his face and a brown bomber jacket over military clothes. She told me that she felt guilty in the dream, but when she had awaken, she didn't know why she had felt guilty."

Guilty? So... "Could that be about the note she left when she ran away?"

Spain nodded. "I think so. Anyway, I was really happy, because this was progress on the spell. She remembered you, America, from before the spell. I got really excited and asked who she thought the man was, but she said she had no idea."

My heart deflated a little. This spell was really powerful, I didn't think anyone could forget me or Spain easily if they tried.

"But... Then, when France and Prussia came two days ago to collect Adela and I, well..."

"She yelled at me." Prussia stated. "And it was not pleasant in the slightest way."

"No, probably not, but she said that Prussia didn't deserve to be Ludwig's brother."

I didn't see the significance. "So...?"

"I hadn't called bruder by his name, so she had remembered it by herself." Prussia said, rolling his eyes at my ignorance.

I ignored him, as Spain had spoken up again. ", and I hadn't mentioned the name either. Which means she remembered it on her own. America, what I'm trying to say is-"

"You want me to restore her memories, then help her take down her father before he starts the next World War." The pieces all clicked together.

"Oui, mon ami." France said, looking worried. "Mais... Do you really want to go?"

"Ja, it won't be an easy task." Prussia said, his smirk gone even from his red eyes.

I nodded. "Yeah. I have waited too long to see Adela again. Take me to the mansion."

France smiled and stood up. "Ah, vrai l'amour! C'est très magnifique!"

Spain smiled at what France said, but interrupted me when I was about to ask what he said. "Let's go to Italy's place, then. America, as much as I hate to say it... We're counting on you."


Adela POV


Italy

February 2, 2002

13:43 (1:43) PM

I sighed and threw the ball at the window. Nope, it bounced back. Again, for the fiftieth time. I raised my arm to throw it again.

"Stop making such a ruckus. I am working here!" My father yelled from the wall. Or, should I say, he yelled from the device on the wall. I sighed, then put the ball down.

Now what could I do...? Hmmm... I walked to the bathroom that was connected to my room. I picked up my razor - no, I wasn't going to hurt myself - and walked back out into my room. I took my curtains and started to shred them. If I could break the window, they would make a great rope ladder.

I started to tie. The knots would have to hold, so I made sure to tie them a couple extra times. I tested them by climbing up onto my chandelier. It worked, and I felt accomplished.

I jumped down. Now, to break the window. How would I do that without making noise, though? Hmmmm...

My question was never answered, however, because my door slammed open. I turned, curtain rope still in my hand, to find the man from my dreams standing there, panting heavily.


Okay guys, here's a little bit of bad news: I'm putting this story, as well as my other story, The Dictatorships, on a short hiatus. I'm going off to a two-week summer camp (even though it's really only eleven days) and I'll be out of internet access. In fact, electronics aren't even allowed at the camp. I'll probably write some while I'm there, though, so you can expect some more chapters on the Fourth of July or the day after. Sorry about this, guys!

Note:

Sorry if you couldn't read what Prussia was saying. I tried to put a German accent into the words, and I think it turned out pretty accurate. PM me if you need help with it.

Translations:

mais: but (French)

mais mademoiselle: but miss (French)

mi amigo/mon ami: my friend (Spanish, French)

lo prometo: I promise (Spanish)

/Oui/Ja/Da: Yes (Spanish, French, German, Russian)

bruder: brother (German)

Ah, vrai l'amour! C'est très magnifique!: Ah, true love! It's magnificent! (French)

Thanks for all of the support I've been getting from everyone! If you want to read more from me while I'm gone, go and check out my other story! (*hits self for self advertising*) Anyway, hope you guys liked this chapter!

Also, I'm thinking of posting a one-shot and some more stories soon. I might post some tomorrow, so keep an eye out for them! (gah, more self advertising!)

That's it from me, everyone!

~PurpleLuna98