I do not own Hetalia If words are in these it means its translated from a different language.
The sun was pretty hot as it beat down on the roof/patio of Mexico's home. Mexico City took advantage of the rare break to stretch out on the patio roof and relax. While he loved to get work done there were time he just need to be lazy. He never understood how D.C. magaged through each day like a machine. Sighing he allowed himself to slowly drift off to sleep.
BANG!
Mexico City's eyes snapped open at the sound of a gunshot. He leapt to his feet, yanking his knife out of the slot in his boots. He did a quick scan of the roof, no one there. Sprinting down the stairs he stopped and hid behind the door listening to the shouting.
"Where is he?" This man's voice he didn't recognize, Mexico City eased his head around the corner and blood began to boil. Mexico was slumped on his knees, a masked man had a vicious grip on his black hair. Purpling bruises and cuts covered his arms and face and his face was contorted in to a scowl. Several men were in the living room, all had gun trained on the nation.
"Where is who?" snapped Mexico and the attacker slapped him across the face.
" You know who I'm talking about! The brat, where is the brat?" Mexico took a low shuddering breath, his face contorted with pain. Mexico City's eyes widened, how could he not have noticed that? Blood seeped slowly out of a gunshot wound on Mexico's side, his tan face was becoming rapidly paler and New Mexico knew he had to do something.
"Search the house of the brat and bring him here." The strange man ordered and Mexico's head shot up in panic.
"He's not here!" He shouted and the man froze.
"Really?." Mexico's nodded furiously.
"Actually he is." The voice sounded right behind the boy and Mexico City siezed up, cold steel pressed against his neck. All eye turned toward him as a black gloved hand opened the door and pushed him through. Mexico stared at him, eyes shimmering with pain and fear.
The leader chuckled and holstered his gun, slowly he walked around Mexico City exaimaining him.
"You certainly look strong," he muttered and a creepy feeling overcame the capital. It was something he couldn't place, there was something off with him, and Mexico City couldn't place it. "Bring him." Thee order was abrupt and Mexico City didn't have time to react before someone grabbed his wrists and snap a pair of handcuffs over them.
"NO!" Mexico lunged for the kidnappers and
BANG!
"DAD!"" Mexico slumped against the couch, eyes wide and glassy, a neat, round bullet hole in the middle of his foreheard. Large hands wrapped around his arms and Mexico City twisted out of thier grasp. They swore as he dropped to the ground and he sprinted out the door and into the bustlying city. The men sprinted after him, shouting and yelling.
It took the better part of the hour but soon the boy had shaken them all off his tail, at least he thought he did. He grabbed a random public telephone and dialed D.C.'s number.
D.C. was suffering through the droning of her history professor when her emergancy phone rang.
BRING BRING BRING! All eyes snapped to her and the professors eyes were disapproving.
"Miss Jones, is that a cell phone?" D.C. checked the number 'Unknown' how odd.
"Yes," she flipped it open, "Jones here."
A furious rush of ancient Mayan filled her ears and D.C. winced ignoring the motions from her teacher to surrender the cell phone.
"Look M.C. you'll have to calm down, I can't understand you," she ordered and on the other end Mexico City took a deep breath.
"Okay," D.C. chewed her bottom lip as the Mexican began explaining the incident. As he told her about the death of his father her eyes narrowed but she said nothing.
"And now I'm calling you," he finished and he noticed a dark clad figure running through the crowd, turning his head away he hunched up his shoulders, " hurry D.C. one of thems pretty close."
"Okay, don't panic, listen to me, Get to the closest shelter, I'll send in some help as soon as possible but do not let them capture you, understood?" Mexico City nodded and looked up.
His blood ran cold and his breathing quickened, he stared at the wrong end of gun and his eyes trailed up to attackers eyes, the only bit of him not completly covered black cloth. The mans eyes were a blank white, no emotion, no pupil and no color. The creepy sensation rose. He motioned for the boy to drop the phone, Mexico City did as he was ordered and stepped away, raising his hands the best he could with them handcuffed and quietly clicked the panic button on his watch.
D.C. frowned, "M.C.? You there, M.C? Hello?" There was a clattering sound and then her cousin shouted weakly.
"Hurry D.C.! Please hurry!" Then there was silence.
With a swift motion D.C. stood clipping her cell phone shut.
'Where do you think you're going young lady?" Demanded the teacher as D.C. snatched up her cane as she limped toward the door she glanced back.
"Out." As she reached for the doorknob it twisted and the door itself shot open, sending her stumbling backwards.
Half a dozen masked men in black rushed through the door and quickly subdued the surprised capital.
"Hey," Morgan jumped to her feet, "Let go of her!" The class decended into chaos as Morgan dropped to the ground just in time to avoid a bullet. Taking advantange of the moment of shock D.C. yanked the cane apart to reveal a wicked looking sword.
"Back off!" she hissd and there was a moment of stillness before the leader grabbed a random student and held a gun to the paniky girls head.
"Drop the sword," he snarled and there was a pregnant silence. The sword clattered to the ground and them man's mouth twisted into an evil smirk, "good girl."
D.C. glowered but didn't move as she was cuffed and the class of herded into a corner. Watching them carefully she clicked the panic button on her watch.
"Lets move," the men behind her covered the group as she was frog marched out of the room.
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"I can't believe they thought I needed a babysitter!" Riga scowled and kicked at the stones in the park. Moscow nodded but said nothing. Due to an overprotective Latvia and the other adults Riga was no long allowed out alone and they parents believed the boy needed a baby sitter and a constant guard, "Dad is totally treating me like I'm a child."
"You are a child Riga," muttered Moscow staring up at the sky.
"Just becuase I look young doesn't mean that I am," Riga said, now frowning at his babysitter, "Seriously, think about it." Moscow nodded.
"I know Riga but there isn't much we can do," he glanced sharply at the younger boy, "don't even think about it."
"This about what?" A sly smirk crossed Riga's features as he skipped towards the swings, "Silly Boss, thinking silly things." Moscow shook his head and took a seat on a bench.
"You know what I mean Riga, don't try anything stupid." Riga stuck his tounge out while hanging upside down froom the monkey bars.
They were at the park for a while, Riga soon convinced his old boss of to play a few games of tag with him and by the time they began to walk back to the house darkness had fallen.
Moscow took Riga's hand and glanced about, something about the abandoned street didn't feel right.
"Are you getting that feeling Riga?" He asked and the capital nodded. The dim street light flickered as they began to hurry.
"It feels like there should be a booby trap or something," said Riga, jogging to keep up,"or," the lights went out, plunging them into complete darkness, "an ambush."
Moscow clicked the panic button on his watch and pulled Riga close, he sense a few bodies come closer but could see nothing.
"Come quietly and no one gets hurt," a posinous voice filtered through the air and they capitals stiffened.
"No," Moscow hissed and he felt Riga press his own panic button, "Identify yourself. "
The man chuckled but didn't reply. After a moment of silence Moscow got even more worried.
'twip, twip' Two tiny needles struck the Russian capital, he stared down at them as there were two more 'twips and Riga was struck also. Carefully he fell to the ground, still holding his charge protectivly, as he fainted several pairs of booted feet approached and then he knew no more.
Prussia woke up from his nap to the constant beeping of his cell phone. Blinking his eyes clear of gunk he clicked it on and it took several moments for his brain to process exactly what he was seeing.
"HOLY SHIT!" Leaping to his feet he took the steps upstairs two at a time and burst into Germany's office.
"WEST, WE'VE GOTA PROBLEM!"
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