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His boss had told him that they were still enemies, regardless of the past. He didn't want them to send him out to do this, but his boss said he had to. Sending in a subordinate of lower status would definitely result in a failure, but there was a higher chance for success if Vash went.
"You are completely prepared for this- that's how you were trained," His boss had said.
"But-"
"You will go."
He looked at the ground for a moment before mumbling "Yes, Sir…," and walking out the door.
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He had to stay on the other side of the border until he had orders to infiltrate. If he was caught, he would take it. If he was cornered, he would kill them. If he was killed, he would finally be free from all the pointless killing. But he knew that the mission would go exactly according to plan, no matter how much he hoped otherwise.
He hesitated at the border, wondering if he should really go through with this. He waited a few second, wondering if his boss would suddenly call off the mission.
But he continued, regardless.
He had to be careful here, now that he was on enemy territory. It wasn't enough to sneak past the guards- they were better trained than that.
If he was spotted, it was an automatic game over, and no matter how much he wanted it that way, he had been trained to for things like this.
He made it almost to the southernmost guard-tower, and from there the guards didn't patrol any further north, aside from further along the border. But he had calculated where he would sneak in- he didn't need to worry about the rest of the border.
What was going to be difficult was getting past the guard tower- he had come in alone, so there was no chance of using some sort of distraction.
His boss had said that he was sent in alone because it would be "more efficient", but he knew that it was because his boss wanted "to avoid excess casualties".
But he went along with it anyway, heading off to the west side of the tower. He had never imagined that there would be another cabin that way…
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He had made it this far, and yet he still wanted to turn back. There was a very wide trail along the border, and if he wanted to get in, he would indefinitely have to cross that trail.
He stood quietly against a tree, glancing around at the trail- he would cross here, and he would continue with his mission.
Suddenly, he heard a loud gunshot from down the trail- it was aimed at him, but it had missed.
Who had found him? This was not according to plan. Now he would die, or he would be taken captive.
But he was running back in the opposite direction before he even had a plan. Not that he needed a plan, because it wouldn't have worked anyway. He was cut off before he had made it back to the other side of the clearing.
His eyes widened when he realized who it was that had cut him off, and was met with an expression that looked fairly similar to his.
"You…," He mumbled, taking a step backward and reaching for the holster of his gun.
"I should… be saying the same thing," the man whispered. "Why are you here?"
"No, I-" he tried to take another step backwards, but tripped over a protruding tree root and fell on his back. He reached frantically for his gun, not even making an effort to stand back up.
"Have you come here to kill me…," The man looked down at him with a pained look on his usually emotionless face. "…Vash?"
"It was orders!" He screeched, pulling his gun out of its holster and firing in the man's direction three times. All three shots missed.
"Whether it was orders or not, you've disregarded the treaty!" The man yelled back.
"I…," Vash looked away, his gun shaking in his unsure hands.
"You what?" The man took out his own gun and fired one bullet at the dirt right next to Vash's head. The boy flinched as the bullet whizzed past his head and struck the ground next to him. The man fired another bullet- this one grazed the boy's shoulder, tearing the cloth on his dark-green uniform.
He tried not to scream- even though it only grazed him, it hurt more than he thought anything could.
Vash dropped his gun and made an effort to stand up, the blood from the graze staining the uniform and the white shirt under it.
He tried to run past the man, who ignored the attempt and stared blankly at the space where Vash was until a moment ago.
"This won't end well, and I don't want to be here to deal with the aftereffect," The man mumbled, ignoring Vash's escape and walking to the other end of the clearing.
Vash continued running, but tripped again, this time tumbling into a thick thorn bush. He clenched his teeth as the little thorns pierced the thick fabric of his uniform, and he had to muffle another scream when several thorns scraped across the open wound on his shoulder.
He turned over to look at the retreating man's back, his eyes harboring an unusual combination of sadness, pain, and anger.
"Roderich, you…," He mumbled, before blacking out. He had absolutely no idea how long he was unconscious for, but the two trains of though blended together there.
"Tha-that…," Vash whispered, taking a step forward as he was thrown back into reality. "…that bastard."
Author's Notes:
How many of you saw that coming, honestly? XDDDD
Again, I won't say anything more, as not to spoil the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia and all of its character belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.
Hope you enjoy the cliffhanger. =O
(This isn't the last of those... X3 )