Phew! This one's a monster. Haha, I made a pun/reference to the story. Ok, so this one is in America's P.O.V. again. 'Cause I know hoe much you love to see America! So about couples...Prumerica wins! Sorry for everyone that voted for Ameripan, maybe next time. Guest 2: Haha, yep! I'm glad you like it, I'll try to update as much as I can. ReaderAnon: I'm happy to see you like my story. I did base the agents off of them, think you can guess which ones? I left clues in the chapter if you take my challenge. Anna Whitlinger: Yeah, it was a cliffhanger. But in my defense, I didn't have enough time to finish and I didn't want y'all to wait any longer, so I stopped it there. Hi: Yes, it is a cliffhanger. I got a lot of complaints about it (not really). Spoiler Alert! Mattie is going to be fine. Mikakuchiki: Dare? ...Oh, I get it now! Like I said earlier, Mattie is going to be fine.
I don't own Hetalia. If I did, then I might end up killing more than half the characters...hehe
I woke up to the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. Secretly, I hope it's Blaise or John; they always put me at ease, if only for a little while. Lately, I've been waking up because of the slightest noise; I'm sure it's because I've been on edge since coming here. Although I would like to stand up and see who it is, my intuition and injures disagree with me. So instead, I crack my right eye open enough to see who came to see me, without giving away the fact that I'm awake. It took awhile, for them to get into my line of view, but I was finally able to make out who was here. As I scanned the group in front of me, I mentally groaned when I saw Keiji standing there with his usual pompous attitude practically radiating from him. He was holding, er, dragging someone by the collar of their shirt. I would have gotten a better look at him, if the other members of their little group hadn't caught my attention. Once again, I mentally groaned and face-palmed when I saw who it was. Blondie, Bald gorilla, Beauty Queen, Wanna-be gangster, and Onii-san; or as I call them, the Baka squad. They looked pretty beat-up, it probably had to do with the guy Keiji was dragging across the floor. Which brought my attention back to prone form of…was that-?
Immediately, I started seething. They had said that they wouldn't involve the other nations, they had promised! Now that that promise was broken, there was no point in me staying here any longer. It was obvious they didn't plan on keeping their word anymore. I was about to make a plan to escape with Canada, but I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Keiji talking in a hushed tone. "Listen, the only reason we brought in his brother is so he'll cooperate with us. He's become more and more restless each day, it doesn't help that his strength is growing too. We have to have some incentive for him to stay; I don't think staying away from the nations will be enough for him anymore. If we threaten to harm his brother, that should be enough to stop him from disobeying us." He then got this sadistic grin on his face that promised pain and misery to all that defied it. As much as I hate to admit it, he had a point. His words had me thinking about my situation. The reason I decided to go through with all of this, was it really because I didn't want any of the nations to get hurt, or was it something else? Seeing Canada like that made my blood boil, and it also made me realize the real reason I did all of this. I wanted to protect the people I care about the most; Canada, Japan, Germany, Britain, Italy, Prussia, France, even Russia and China. Those were the people I really wanted to protect more than anything else. It was then that I finally figured out what Blaise and John where saying, before they dragged me down to this hell pit.
"Have you heard about the other nations coming here?" John had asked. His voice was quiet and barely audible, but Blaise could hear him well, as if he where talking in a normal voice.
"Yeah, they're looking for this guy aren't they?" Blaise pointed his thumb towards me and continued, "Didn't they learn their lesson when they first called him? His situation will only get worse if they keep poking their nose into our business."
John gave me a sympathetic look and said, "Man, I feel sorry for him. I can't believe he's survived this long. So this is the power of a nation, huh?"
"Idiot, this is nowhere near his capability! Either way, he survived the first test, time for the next one."
I was brought out of my reminiscing when Keiji came over and gave a swift kick to my side. I skidded across the floor and coughed up some blood along the way. Once I had come to a stop, I shot him my best death glare, pouring in all of my killing intent (that I had learned to utilize during my less than pleasant stay here) into it. I was proud of myself when I was able to make everyone in the room shudder and take a couple steps back. I decided it was about time to scare some sense into these people. As I stood up and walking towards them, I redirected it to completely surround me. I could feel the temperature of the room drop until it was as cold as Alaska's infamous blizzards. I gave each one of them a hard glare before I stated in my lowest, unnerving voice. "Touch my brother one more time and you'll regret it." Just in case they didn't get the message, I spiked my killing intent around each one of them. All of them ran for the stairs within a heartbeat. Once I was sure they had all left, I let my killer intent dissipate and ran over to Canada. I looked him over to see if he had any injuries, luckily he only had a couple scrapes and bruises. I sat down next to him and placed his head on my lap. I started stroking his hair, taking out the occasional twigs I found, and started humming. Normally I wouldn't do this since I'm not much of a singer, but I've always been able to sing the song my mom used to sing to me when I was little. I'm not as good as my mom, but that's never stopped me.
After I repeated the song four times, Canada started to wake up. I could tell he was surprised to see me, since he blinked a couple times and screwed his eyes closed for awhile then slowly opened them, only to find my bemused facial expression. "I'm not dreaming, right? You aren't contacting me through telepathy?" I shook my head slowly. "So I'm really here with you? This is all real?" I nodded my head, a surreal smile making its way across my face. Canada quickly rolled of my lap and tackled me into one of his rare bear hugs. With the wind successfully knocked out of me, I couldn't talk, not that I was going to anyway. "America, you're okay! I was so worried about you." More or less, I thought. "You have know idea how much you scared me. I thought I was never going to see you again. Do you know how reckless that was?" Canada continued bawling and sputtering nonsense while we continued to hold on to each other, me reassuringly and Canada like I was a lifeline. Once he had calmed down, he let go of me and looked straight into my eyes and asked the question I dreaded, but knew it would come. "How are we going to get out of here?"
I don't want to crush his spirits anymore than I already have, but I had to be honest with him. I shook my head and said, "I'm not sure Canada," At the look of despair, I quickly added, "But I have some friends that keep me updated on what they plan on doing with me. If I could contact them, then I might be able to find a way out of this hell pit we're stuck in." Canada looked so hopeful at my reassurance, I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I haven't seen Blaise or John for a long time. Ever since Keiji showed up, I've seen less and less of them, and more of him. I hope they didn't get caught, that would ruin everything, for all of us. It's not like I could find a way out, I don't know anything about this place. Canada probably doesn't know anything either. He was unconscious when he arrived, I'm guessing they knocked him out before they brought him here like they did with me.
I was brought out of my thoughts, when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs again. Immediately, I moved in front of Canada, against the screaming protest of my injuries, and tried to hide him from view as much as I could. I was prepared to use my killing intent to scare them off if I needed to, but it seemed that luck was on my side today. "Ha, speak of the devil and he may appear. What's up bro? Haven't seen you in a while." I relaxed and started to walk toward them, but my wounds finally won the ever-persistent tug-of-war over my movement. I was about to crash into the floor when Canada caught me. "America, are you alright?" What do you think? I almost face-planted into the floor; that's not something people normally do. Was what I wanted to say, but this was a delicate position I was in with Canada here. I can't afford to be sarcastic about this if I don't want Canada to go all mother hen on me. So instead, I laughed it off and said, "Yeah I'm fine, I just need to sit down for a little bit." With three concerned glances focused on me, it was kind of hard to be oblivious like I normally am. So I turned to the topic Canada and I were just discussing, "Hey, is there a way to get out of here?" Blaise looked shocked, while John looked like he was expecting this. "I thought you might ask, so I looked for one in my spare time. It's not very stable and it can only hold three people at a time, but no one knows about it. It's also very dangerous to get to." John stated.
"That's fine with me, I don't care as long as we (Canada) can get out of this place. No offence or anything, but it sucks." Blaise seemed to gain control over his actions, and asked, "Mind if we join you? Ever since we met you, we realized that this isn't where we want to spend the rest of our lives. Plus the food is awful." At this I decided to tease him by saying, "I wouldn't know, they never fed me. Those torture methods they used on me was enough for them, they didn't want to kill me." Okay, maybe my sense of humor has taken a 360 in the opposite direction, but can you really blame me? At least I got a smirk from Blaise instead of the look of horror from Canada and John. "Anyway, how soon can you take us and why is it so dangerous?" John cleared his throat and composed himself before answering. "I can take you right now, and the reason it is dangerous is because it's behind the third door." With that, both Blaise and I froze while Canada looked utterly perplexed. "Um, sorry to interrupt, but what's the third door? And why are you so afraid of it?" Blaise, John, and I exchanged looks before I spoke up, "I'll tell him." I turned to Canada and started explaining what was behind all of the doors and about how they came to be. As I explained in further detail, I could see his facial expression slowly morphing into a terror-filled expression. Once I was done, he turned to John and asked if there was another way out. When he shook his head, Canada turned to me; he knew that I would do everything in my power to get him out. He slowly shook his head and said, "I know you want to get out of here as soon as possible, but in your condition I don't think you'll be able to fight those things." He looked down, bangs shadowing his eyes as he added, "I don't want you getting more hurt than you already are." I wanted to get up and give him the biggest, bone-crushing hug I could say that everything was going to be fine, but before I could muster the strength to stand up, John had said, "This is the only time we can escape. Everyone is in an uproar because you were brought here, Canada. That's the only reason why we were able to come down here. The boss banned us from seeing America, he's also put us under watch so we couldn't sneak off. If we want to leave, then it has to be now while everyone is distracted." Canada still looked unsure, so I piped up, "We need to leave now, there's no way I'm staying in this hell pit anymore now that I know your boss won't keep his promise." John nodded and Blaise went over to the weapons/ammo wall and grabbed a rapier and a bow and arrows. He handed the bow and quiver to John; he looked at Canada and apologized. "Sorry, I don't know what kind of weapon you use, so you're going to have to pick one out for yourself." Canada only nodded and walked over to the wall. He looked at all of the weapons before he chose one I thought suited him well. Canada had chosen a retractable lance; it looked like it could split into three different parts, too.
When Canada had his weapon of choice and walked back to us, we all stared at the third door, the door that had never been opened before. Behind that door were failed experiments that were the closest to the organizations ideal creature. These were going to be the strongest, fastest, and smartest of them all. All of us were prepared for the fight of our lives, but none of us expected what was waiting for us on the other side of that door.
I looked to John and Blaise and nodded to both. They got the silent message and went to the door and crouched down beside it. I moved to position myself between the door and Canada while still being in the direct line in front of the door. I would be the bait, while Blaise and John would forge ahead, taking out any straggling monsters along the way. John would show us where the tunnel is and would go in first, then Canada would follow. Blaise and I would stay behind and fight the remaining monsters until John came back, Blaise would go in first, then I would follow. I would be facing backwards incase any monsters followed us in. Blaise would keep a hand on me so I wouldn't get lost. We would all make it out alive and meet up with the rest of the nations. That was the plan we came up with, if only plans were perfect.
Once the door opened, all hell broke loose. The room was filled to the brim with what looked like yokai. Each one had it's own special ability. I shot as many as I could while they where still coming through the door. I probably got half of them, before they targeted me. I was met with claws, talons, and many other assorted animal parts. I heard Canada scream my name and I knew that I had to respond, or else he would come looking for me. "Get going! I'll be fine, don't worry about me! I'll see you later!" With that, I was tossed into a fray of yokai. I fought to the best of my ability, maybe even above it, but it wasn't enough. It seemed that every time I killed one of them, ten more would take its place. I was stuck in the middle of an army of monsters, and I couldn't do anything to get out of it. It was then that I remembered my killing intent, I didn't know if it would work on them, but it was better than getting torn to shreds. As I continued to shoot all the monsters in sight, I built up my killing intent until it seemed I would burst if I didn't let it out. That's when I released it. Wave after wave of the monsters surrounding me froze, then shattered as they hit the ground. When I had completely drained myself, I noticed that there were no monsters left in the now frozen room. Content with myself, I went to find Canada, Blaise, and John. What I didn't know, was that the strongest monster was still lurking. Waiting for the best moment to attack.
I caught up with Blaise sooner then I thought I would. He asked me if I had gotten all of them, and when I told him yes, he was overjoyed. As we waited for John, I was able to examine Blaise. He had a few gach here and there, but for the most part, he seemed fine. On the other hand, I probably looked like I went through 9/11, WW1, WW2, the civil war, and the revolution all over again. My proof? Blaise glanced at me every like I would fall over and die right then. I might have, if I didn't have this nagging feeling tugging at the back of my mind. Something didn't seem right; it was too quiet. I was about to say something about it, when John popped out of the tunnel and motioned for us follow us. Right when Blaise turned his back to follow John, alarms started going off in my head. Before I knew it, I had pushed Blaise into the tunnel and a giant, white hand came out of nowhere and hit me square in the chest. I slammed into the wall and crumpled to the ground. There were black spots in my vision, and I could hear Blaise yelling something, but what caught my attention was what John had whispered. It was barely audible, but I heard it clear as day, "Steve." Suddenly, my blood ran cold. I didn't know why, but it had to do with the monster called Steve. As I brought myself up from the ground, I got a better look at it. It looked like Tony on steroids, except it had blood red eyes that could scare the devil himself. I knew then that if I wanted John and Blaise to get out alive, I would have to fight this thing to my last breath. As I stood on shaky legs, I said with conviction, "Leave now, let me handle this." As an afterthought, I added, "Take care of Canada for me." It wasn't a request, it was an order; and if they didn't understand, then I would have to pound some sense into them.
While Blaise didn't get the message, John did. He dragged the protesting Blaise away, saying that this was the only way and that I was willing to sacrifice myself so they could get away. Blaise only got angrier at that statement, and said something I would have said if I was in the same position he was in. "There's no point in all of us getting away if one of us has to die for the rest to get away!" I gave him a sympathetic look, and replied, " Don't worry, it's just another day in the life of me." Blaise looked utterly shocked and stayed that way for as long as I saw him. I turned back to 'Steve' and smirked. "That was awfully nice of you to wait for them to leave. Now, let's finish what you started." The battle over my life had started, and it wasn't going to end of a while.
The beginning of the fight consisted of 'Steve' kicking my sorry ass around, but as the battle progressed, I noticed a pattern in his attacks. If I could time it right, I might be able to beat it. I saw him pulling back his right arm to punch me. If I was right, he would aim for my gut, then follow up with a kick to the head. I dodged the punch and blocked the kick with my left arm. I then used my right to punch it in the face with all the power I could put together. It hit dead on, sending it crashing into the wall and breaking through it. I smirked and checked my gun; I only had three bullets left. I would need to use them wisely if I wanted to beat it. I looked at my surroundings to see if there was anything I could use against it. I found four old railroad nails, I could use those to immobilize it. I dove for them, but 'Steve' had gotten up and was attacking me with a torrent of blows. He slammed me against a wall and grabbed my left arm with a vice grip and started to pull. Through my screams, I was able to tell what it was planning on doing. If I didn't stop it soon, it would rip my arm off completely. I gritted my teeth, pulled my legs up, and kicked it square in the chest. It was a risk, my arm might come off with it, but it was better than having torn off slowly. Luckily for me, 'Steve' let go of arm and flew back a couple feet. It looked up and growled at me, it had a hand on its' chest and I could see blood seeping through its fingers. I was proud of myself; it looks like it isn't as invincible as I first thought. Diving for the rusty nails one again, I was able to grab all of them. I ran towards 'Steve', once more slamming him into a wall. This time I used all my strength to drive each one of those nail into its' hands and feet. Once I was sure he couldn't move, I backed up and drew my gun; I shot it twice in the head. I was about to shoot it a third in the same spot, but what little light there was suddenly went out. I heard a roar and turned around to see blood red eyes staring at me. I lifted my gun and shot it in the same place as before, but not before two fist knocked into me. I slammed into the wall, and it crumbled to pieces around and on top of me. I looked up to see that I had finally killed the last monster. I smiled and said to myself, "Another day…in the life of me, huh? Ha… those are some pitiful last words. It seems…like this…is my last…day." My head hit the ground, and I hoped against hope, that my brother would be alright; and that he wouldn't find me like this. Those where my last thoughts as a never ending darkness consumed me.
Well, there's a sad ending to a sad, LONG chapter... T_T Poor America! Why do I have to be so cruel to you! *starts crying in the corner* I'm gonna get it for sure this time. Please review! Reviews will save America's life! T_T
