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Chapter 10: Heaven is when your Backup is German, Spell caster is British, Sword wielder is French, Sniper is Swiss and Mafia boss is Italian

~~~~~~~~~~~~Country POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bird kids stared at America with open mouths after his display of superhuman strength. Of course, none of the countries were fazed. Heck, they were just thankful America hadn't taken the wall out along with the door. He was certainly capable of such a feat.

"You git!" England yelled. "Now we've lost ANY element of surprise we might've possessed!"

"Um, do you not hear the sirens going off? Our cover was blown a while ago, Iggy!"

France restrained England from going on a rampage and yelling some very ungentlemanly things. "Don't be so rash Angleterre~ Young Alfred has a point~" England continued to glare but quit struggling (which is a good thing or else France would've gotten a face full of black magic).

Max managed to recover first. "What the hell was that?! That's not possible! People can't just punch doors off their hinges! For that matter, people can't freeze things or survive 10 story falls! Who the hell-?"

Max was cut off when Germany held his hand up. "As much as we'd love to continue listening to you rant, I believe we need to get out of here along with all these children and animals." He said, sweeping his arm out to gesture to the children huddled against the wall and animals whimpering in the corners.

The girl gave him a glare, but nodded in agreement. "Flock! We're busting out!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~Fang POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As much as Max HATED being told what to do, the blonde man had a point. Flyboys would come running down the corridors with lasers or rockets or whatever those stupid white coats had decided to outfit them with. Hell, Max wouldn't be surprised if they turned into tanks.

Fang was the first to step out into the hallway and, deeming it clear, motioned for everyone to run like hell towards the exits. The delegates ushered the children out towards the doors while having to eventually pick up some of the animals and almost throw them outside.

"Fang!" came Angel's panicked voice. "I can hear minds getting closer!" Fang used a variety of colorful language.

"Okay, you delegates get out of here! We'll handle the stupid lab coats and their tin cans!"

The blonde from earlier, Alfred, began to protest when the other blonde, Arthur, dragged him outside by his bomber jacket.

Fang only caught a few words of that conversation and it sounded like Arthur said, "…want to blow our cover git?!" Alfred seemed offended but Arthur just rolled his eyes and finally forced Alfred outside, nodding to Fang.

He managed to breathe a sigh of relief knowing the normal humans were safe. Now he could be up the Flyboys without anyone hindering him. Fang cracked his knuckles and glanced around to see the flock already in combat mode. Fang smirked at Max, who responded by throwing a practice punch in the air. They could hear footsteps by now (which, honestly, was a miracle as that wailing siren STILL hadn't shut up).

A woman with glasses and a white lab coat burst around the corner with a pack of Flyboys following her. "What are you waiting for?!" she screeched. "Get them!" Fang smirked once more before kicking a Flyboy right through the wall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Outside/Country POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Right then. That's the last one." England sighed as he carefully set a cat with two tails and zebra stripes inside the van.

"Muy bien, mis amigos!" Spain exclaimed. "Say, where are those kids from earlier?"

"They're still inside the lab! We need to rescue them!" America yelled, outraged that they had left them in the first place.

"Wanker, you know as well as I do that these kids and animals were top priority. Anyways, I'm sure those teens are fine. You don't have that little faith in your citizens, do you?"

"Of course not! They're heroes, like me! But even heroes need backup sometimes."

"He has a point, eh. There were lots of robots there." Canada said softly.

"Well I guess we should help them." England said. "Good point, er…"

"I'm Canada."

"Right!" England said, embarrassed. "Let's go bust those wanker's skulls!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~Inside/Flock POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They felt like they'd been fighting for hours, but in reality it had only been about 10 minutes. "They don't stop coming!" Gazzy yelled in despair as he punched a Flyboy square in the chest. Of course, that annoying scientist lady was still screaming her head off.

Iggy turned to glare at her. "Oh, shut UP, woman! Nudge doesn't talk as much as you do!" he then started to grumble about how her annoying high pitched voice was assaulting his sensitive ears and where he'd like to shove a stick of dynamite on her while dodging a punch from a Flyboy and delivering one of his own.

"Hey! I don't talk that much, do I Max?" Nudge asked.

"Er, not the time Nudge." Max replied, roundhouse kicking one Flyboy into another. Max suddenly heard the door behind swing open and she punched without thinking, anticipating a Flyboy behind her. Instead, she had punched one of the delegates, the one with the long ponytail.

He glared at her, cupping his hand under his nose which was now dripping blood. "That hurt, aru! And I came back all this way to help, aru!" The man yelled, outraged.

Max winced. "Sorry." She offered lamely.

"If sorry was all it took, aru…" he muttered. He then dropped his hand, the bleeding already having stopped. Max frowned. With the force she hit him with, he should be out cold, and yet he only had a bloody nose and even that was already healed.

"What are you guys?" she asked, yet again.

"Kill robots now, ask questions later, aru." The man replied. He then pulled out…a wok pot? "Die, aru!" he yelled, bashing quite a few Flyboys in the head.

"Kesesese~ The cavalry has arrived awesomely!" the albino man from earlier yelled as he walked through the door. He pulled a sword from his scabbard and grinned with an evil glint in his eyes as he walked past the stunned flock. He smirked down at the Flyboys. "Don't even bother praying for your lives, or whatever it is you robots do. Nothing in heaven or earth can save your vital regions now."

~~~~~~~~~~~Outside/Country POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"They just keep coming!" America yelled as he bashed a Flyboy over the head with a small tree. The force of the blow knocked its head clean off its shoulders and most likely over a mile away. America dropped the tree when a Flyboy shot him in the back, but he just turned around and stomped it into the ground. "That was my fave bomber jacket!" he yelled, outraged. "Do you think I have the money for a new one?! I'm already trillions in debt!"

"Focus, git!" England yelled. He stood inside a magical circle, sending spells toward any unfortunate Flyboys within a 10 meter radius.

"Ohonhon~ This is too easy~" France said, stabbing a Flyboy through the head with his sword.

"Da." Russia said, a swing of his pipe completely crushing a Flyboy's skull. "I would've thought robots would put up more of a fight. They were obviously made in America."

"What was that you damn commie?"

"Capitalist pig!"

"Enough!" Germany yelled, irritated by their bickering. "If you're both done, we're in the middle of a battle!" He pulled out his pistol and shot some Flyboys out of punching range before roundhouse kicking another through a tree.

"Germany-san, they don't seem to be slowing." Japan stated calmly, slashing a Flyboy in half.

"Too many enemies." Antarctica complained as he froze another Flyboy with his touch before shattering the new ice sculpture into a thousand pieces. "I just had to go along with it. Go with the others she said. It'll build character she said. They're only evil robots!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the truck/Country POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Canada and N. Italy were protecting the children from being recaptured by the robots (well, for Italy, protecting is a used loosely). Canada tried batting the Flyboys away with his hockey stick, but a few got away from him. "Kumakichi!" he yelled. His polar bear lifted its head before expanding to the size of a full grown bear. It reared on its hind legs to its full height of eight feet before batting a paw and sending the Flyboys crashing through the forest.

Italy mentally panicked inside the van. 'I don't like it here! It's scary! But I can't surrender… these kids need me.' He glanced back around the truck to see kids hunched together. A girl tugged on his arm with tears streaming down her face. "We don't have to go back with the bad people, do we?" she asked, sounding desperate for someone, anyone, to reassure her.

Italy was determined then. He patted her head and said, "Not while I'm here." He got up and exited the back of the truck to see Flyboys approaching the entrance that had flown over Canada and Kumajirou to get to the kids. "I will protect them!" he yelled, unusually serious. "I may not be as strong as Germany, but I will not let you hurt them!"

-Italy is now entering kick-ass mafia mode. Please standby-

Needless to say, Italy totally annihilated the Flyboys with a rare demonstration of the mafia side of Italy. Bullets were fired, metal twisted and robots drop kicked into the giant, 50-foot electric fence. Italy promptly returned to his natural self and climbed back into the van with Spain, Romano and the snipers to discuss all the wonderful things pasta has to offer.

~~~~~~~~~~~Inside/Flock POV~~~~~~~~~~~~

The flock just stared at the heaps of metal on the floor. The Flyboys had been defeated rather quickly by the Asian and albino. The scientist woman had been knocked out by a wok pot ("Not even Poland is as annoying as you, aru!") and the alarm had FINALLY been smashed to smithereens ("Stop that unawesome God awful racket!"). The two men didn't even seem to be breathing hard while the flock was completely covered with cuts and bruises.

"Well, what are we all standing around for, aru?" the Chinese man asked. "Let's move." The flock nodded dumbly before racing out the door behind Yao and Gilbert.

Fang managed to catch Max's eye and she nodded, knowing what the other was thinking. They would go back with the delegates, but once they were safe, there were a lot of questions that needed answers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Outside/Country POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finland yelled to Sweden when he saw China and Prussia returning with the flock. Sweden nodded and relayed the information to the other fighters. All the countries and the flock retreated to the truck where the snipers, Spain, Romano and the children were. (A/N: Okay so I have no idea how big this truck is. Just believe it's a regular truck that England put a spell on or something.)

"Che. It's about time bastards!" Romano growled.

"We came as fast as we could, aru!" China yelled back.

"Everyone hold on~" Spain yelled back from the driver's seat cheerfully. Country and flock were thrown backwards as the truck lurched to a start.

"We have robots on our tail!" The female sniper yelled. In this light, the flock identified the woman's voice as the person who introduced herself as Elizabeta and next to her were Roderich and Vash. Of course, the countries knew them as Hungary, Austria and Switzerland.

"Everyone grab something if you don't wish to fly out the back." Austria instructed. Everyone hurriedly did so and Switzerland kicked the back doors to the truck open.

"I better get paid for this." Switzerland muttered as he situated himself along with his guns and belts of ammunition. He let loose a hailstorm of bullets that absolutely decimated the rows of Flyboys chasing them. "I hit every time." He smirked, a rare expression of satisfaction on his face. He tched when he realized he was out of ammo and rolled to the side to let Hungary take over.

"Come get some, boys!" She yelled, a wide grin apparent on her face. She picked up a bow and 3 quivers loaded with arrows which she fired with stunningly deadly accuracy. When she ran out she let Austria take over.

Austria sighed. "Why did I even come?" he asked no one. He snapped his fingers, but the ripple of sound turned into a visible sonic wave that swatted 20 Flyboys out of the sky. (A/N: Okay, I wanted Austria to fight, but I'm screwed for ideas, so he basically uses sound waves as weapons.)

"Tomato bastard, the snipers are out of ammo!" Romano yelled at Spain. "Move over, I'm taking the wheel!"

"Sure thing Lovi!"

"Chigi! Don't call me that!" After several death defying minutes in which Romano and Spain switched seats, the flock was certain they were going to die.

Romano rolled his eyes. "Amateurs." He muttered. The truck sped up and dodged lasers from the Flyboys like a boss.

"How the hell are you doing this?!" Fang asked, valiantly fighting the urge to vomit.

"Don' you know?" Romano smirked. "No one drives faster or better than an Italian!"

"Alright gits." England started. "Once we get back at the conference, the other delegates will help us defeat the remaining Flyboys on our tail!"

"And then do we get answers?" Max asked, attempting not to be thrown out the back.

The countries glanced at each other nervously before all turning to England who facepalmed as they stuck him with the decision. "I suppose." He sighed.

A/N: Yosh, long chapter! First off, let me say I really love you guys. You all reviewed and... and... *Bursts into tears* YOU ARE ALL SO AWESOME! Thank you!

Hahahaha the chapter title was based off the Hetalia heaven thing in the anime. (In heaven, the Germans are mechanics, Cooks are French, Policemen are British, Bankers are Swiss and Lovers are Italian)

On another note, I might not be able to have a new chapter up next week with the holidays coming and all that jazz. My updates might be weird and infrequent for a while. Please bear with me.

Next topic: This story seems to be coming to a natural conclusion in the near future. So here's the question. Do y'all want me to draw it out, or do you think the flock should just know already? They're practically on top of the answer by now. Yeesh. They'll probably know in the next chapter in fact. *shrugs*

As always, please review! Tell me what you thought of the fights; that would be uberly awesome! :D