Chapter 11
Spain stiffened as the shriek of the alarm reached his ears, his green eyes tightening in dismay when he saw the mob of shadowy aliens racing towards them.
"Mierda," he groaned, his hands tightening around the handle of his ax.
"Oui, I agree," France muttered, his blue eyes anxious as he raised his rapier.
Canada and Switzerland moved silently into place in front of the others, their rifles already raised as they fired at the oncoming horde.
"We won't be able to hold all of them off this way, Vash," Canada hissed.
"Then stay here and cover us," Germania snapped. The ancient country pushed past the two shooters, his hands tightening around a large silver spear that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
"Where did he get the-?" France began. He stopped himself and shook his head before following the country, his rapier lashing out to slice neatly through the throat of the nearest alien. China and Spain followed close behind the Frenchman, their weapons cleaving through the skulls of their attackers with ease. Spain neatly dodged an attack from the alien in front of him, his head bowed in silent thanks to Matthew when the Canadian's bullet shattered the creature's skull seconds later. The Spaniard whirled around to face his next opponent, his ax neatly decapitating the alien just as cool metal sliced through his shoulder.
Antonio shrieked in pain and fell to his knees, his grip loosening on his ax as one of his hands reached for the wound that was now throbbing painfully with each pulse of his heart. A shout that seemed to belong to Francis echoed in the Spaniard's ears as he glanced up to meet the emotionless red gaze of the alien that had struck him, his muscles tensing. The creature seemed to smirk as it raised its own weapon, a smooth silver ax nearly identical to the country's own, the blade poised to cleave the Spaniard's head from his body...
The alien seemed to blink in surprise as a furious yell split the air, its eyes widening ever-so-slightly as a short brunette head butted the creature's abdomen. The alien emitted a coughing shriek and staggered backwards, the silver ax falling from its hands.
Romano snatched the weapon up in his thin hands, his yellow eyes tightening in disgust when the blade of the ax sliced through the alien's neck.
"Nossuno tocchi i miei Spagna," the Italian snapped, his hands shaking slightly as he gazed down at the fallen alien. "Bastardo," he added, his lips curving into a smirk as the familiar curse left his lips.
"Lovi- no!" Spain yelled, his eyes widening when he saw the alien coming to attack Lovino from behind.
Romano whirled around to face the new attacker, the ax raised hesitantly in his inexperienced hands.
"C-chigi," he mumbled. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea...
A silver wok collided with the back of the creature's skull, knocking the alien onto the floor. China waited until Romano's ax had ensured the alien's death before he turned to his next opponent, his dark eyes flashing with annoyance in the midst of his battle frenzy.
"Watch your back, aru," the Chinese man snapped, his wok and ladle lashing out at several aliens at once.
Romano and Spain stared at the Asian in surprise before the sound of Canada and Switzerland's gunfire brought them back to the battle at hand. Lovino hastily placed himself in front of the wounded Spaniard, his arms still trembling slightly whenever the blade of his ax made contact with an alien's flesh.
"I hate fighting," the Italian muttered under his breath. He glanced to his right when he heard his twin shout a furious "Ve!", his lips curving into another smirk when he saw the younger Italian use the end of his white flag to vault himself into an unsuspecting alien. Germania followed close behind Italy, his spear slamming into the chests of the aliens that Feliciano had knocked to the ground. Romano chuckled despite himself and buried his weapon into the chest of another attacker. Maybe his idiot fratello could actually do something right for once...
"Lovi," Spain hissed, his teeth gritted against the pain that racked his body from his injuries. "Lovi, get out of here before you get hurt."
Romano snorted and shook his head, his eyes widening when he saw France's rapier slice an alien in half a few feet away.
"Why, so you can get yourself killed? Alcun modo all'inferno to sto lasciando ora, Spagna," he growled.
Spain frowned and tried to pull himself to his feet, a small gasp escaping his lips when the movement sent another wave of pain through his body. The Spaniard stiffened in surprise when small hands helped him gently to his feet, his green eyes locking onto Lovino's for a brief moment. The elder Italian hastily pressed his lips to Spain's for a moment before pulling away, his eyes narrowing in a glare when he saw the dazed expression that passed across Antonio's handsome features.
"I told you this wasn't about pride, bastard," Romano mumbled. He gently pushed the shocked Spaniard towards Canada and Switzerland, his tense muscles relaxing slightly when the Swiss pulled Antonio behind him.
"Grazi-," the Italian began, only to be cut off by a strangled yell that pierced the air behind him. Lovino whirled around, his knees buckling in horror when he saw his twin fall limply to the ground a few yards away, blood spurting from a deep gash in the younger Italian's scalp.
A furious roar broke tore at Romano's throat and he raced towards his brother. He rammed the end of his ax into the white floor of the ship and vaulted himself over the aliens that rushed to detain him, his yellow eyes locked on Feliciano as an alien struck another blow on the fallen twin's lower back and arm with what looked like a dulled sword.
"Fratello!" Lovino screamed, his blade lashing out at any creature that got in his way. He saw Germania lunge at the alien that had attacked his brother before the creature could land another blow, his lips curling into a feral snarl as the ancient country impaled the alien with his spear.
Serves him right, the Italian thought furiously.
Romano skidded to a halt beside his brother, the ax falling from his hands as he dropped to his knees beside his twin, his hands reaching to clasp his brother's shoulders in a frantic embrace.
"Feliciano! Va tutto bene? Rispondimi, fratello!" Lovino cried as he shook his twin, trying to elicit a reaction from the disturbingly silent Italy.
Feliciano didn't respond, his frightened green eyes already glazed over with the haze of death.
Rome paused for only a moment by the door that led to the first cell, his hand brushing hastily along a hidden panel in the spotless ivory wall.
"The Asian nations should be in here," he snapped, his hazel eyes flickering constantly over his shoulder in the direction of the battle that his grandsons had joined.
Japan nodded in thanks and stepped inside the cell, his brown eyes sweeping anxiously over his siblings.
"Mei?" he called out hesitantly. "Yong Soo? Li?"
"K-kiku?" Taiwan replied warily from the corner of the chrome cell, her tangled black hair falling limply over the shoulders of her torn pink dress. Korea peeked nervously over his sister's shoulder, his eyes widening when he caught sight of his brother.
"Kikuuuu!" the Korean gasped happily, his ruined blue and white robes flapping loosely behind him as he ran to hug his brother. Japan stiffened automatically at the contact before relaxing slightly, his arms reaching up hesitantly to pat his shaking brother on the shoulder.
"Hai, I'm here," he muttered. "Is everyone else here?" he asked in a slightly louder voice.
"Thailand and Vietnam lost consciousness," Hong Kong replied from another corner of the cell, his jaw clenched as he leaned over his weakened siblings. "We'll have to carry them out."
"Are you strong enough, Li?" Japan asked cautiously. He knew from experience that Hong Kong hated being asked that question, but now wasn't exactly the time for pride.
Hong Kong nodded, too weary and relieved at Japan's arrival to be angered by the question.
"중국은 어디에 있습니까?" Korea asked, his normally cheerful voice anxious as he hurried to help Hong Kong carry the two unconscious Asians out of the cell. "Oh, and can you help Mei, Kiku? She's not as strong as Li and I are, and I don't know if she can walk."
Taiwan glared at Korea and grudgingly accepted Japan's offered arm, a small wince passing across her face as Kiku placed her arm around his shoulders.
"I thought you hated having people touching you, Kiku," she murmured.
Japan smiled drily and started to lead his siblings out of the cell.
"I do not mind when 姉妹 needs me," he replied simply. "Yao is fighting off the aliens to give us time to escape," Kiku added in answer to Yong Soo's question.
"By himself?" Hong Kong demanded, his brow furrowed in disapproval.
"No, some of the other countries are fighting with him," Japan replied absently. He paused when they exited the cell, his eyes flickering to where Rome and the others were busy freeing the remaining countries. He hesitated for a moment before leading his siblings back in the direction of the battle. Hadn't Germania said that that was the only way out of the ship?
Taiwan and Korea yelled in warning as an alien broke through the other countries' defenses. The creature turned in the direction of their screams and launched itself towards the Asian nations, a silvery weapon already forming in its hands. Japan pushed Taiwan behind him and threw himself in front of his other siblings, his katana already pulled from its sheath. He raised the weapon in front of him, his dark eyes narrowing when he saw the identical silver katana now clutched in the alien's hand. Kiku slashed at the alien, his brown eyes widening in shock when the creature blocked the blow and knocked his beloved blade out of his hands. The alien drew closer to the Japanese man, its sword raised to deliver the killing blow-
Greece's cat leapt on top of the alien's head with a fierce his, its claws raking across the creature's red eyes. The alien screeched in pain and reached for the cat, only to pause and stare down at the spear that had been run through its midsection.
The alien collapsed limply at Japan's feet, revealing a slightly disshevelled man with messy dark hair and fierce eyes, a golden cross-shaped spear clutched tightly in his hands. The man turned to smile briefly at the cat that now jumped neatly off of the fallen alien's head, its tail flicking from side to side in satisfaction.
"καλή γάτα," the Greecian nation murmured, his voice still slightly thick from his numerous sleeps. The Greek glanced over at Japan, his bright green eyes sweeping over the Asian nation for any sign of damage. "Kiku," he sighed, his eyes brightening in relief.
"H-heracles-san," Japan gasped. He moved to take a step towards his lover, only to remember his conscious siblings, who were now staring at him with wide eyes. Kiku smiled in thanks at Heracles and bent to help Mei to her feet again, his brown eyes never leaving Greece's green.
"We need to get my siblings out of here," Japan murmured.
Greece nodded and began to lead the Asian nations towards the exit, his spear stabbing ruthlessly at any alien that got too close.
"Go to my place," Switzerland yelled at the small group, his voice somehow managing to be heard over the sounds of gunfire and battle. "Stay there until the rest of us join you."
Japan nodded to show the Swiss that he understood and made to follow Greece, his feet stopping for a moment when he caught sight of his Chinese brother.
"Yao!" he yelled, trying to be heard over the sounds of the battle.
China looked up from his latest adversary, his dark eyes sweeping over his siblings with obvious relief.
"I will see you at Switzerland's home, aru!" China yelled back, his voice trailing off into a low grunt as he swung his wok into another alien's skull. "Be careful!"
Japan nodded again and continued following Greece, his brown eyes locking for a brief moment on two dark-haired Italians who seemed locked in an embrace in the middle of the fighting.
It wasn't until he had left the ship that he realized that one of the Italians hadn't been moving.
Hey! So, here's the second update I promised! I'll try and get another one up as soon as I can!
... Yeah, so, I don't really have anything else to put on here... Please review! Reviews are love and make Italy smile! Also, on a more serious note, please keep Japan and Norway in your thoughts for the next few days, and if any of my readers are from those countries, I'm so sorry for what you guys and your country have gone through. Stay strong Japan and Norway!
Translations:
(Spanish) Mierda- Shit
(Italian) Nossuno tocchi i miei Spagna- No one touches my Spain
(Italian) Alcun modo all'inferno to sto lasciando ora, Spagna- No way in hell am I leaving you now, Spain
(Italian) Grazi- Thank you
(Italian) Va tutto bene? Rispondimi, fratello!- Are you alright? Answer me, brother!
(Korean) 중국은 어디에 있습니까?- Where is China?
(Japanese) 姉妹- Sister
(Greek) καλή γάτα- Good cat
Note: In case anyone was wondering, I made Hong Kong's name Li, and I was too lazy to actually come up with names for Thailand and Vietnam. Sorry if I got anything wrong! Please feel free to point any mistakes out to me, ok?