Good day. Enjoy this (hopefully) more enjoyable chapter.
I don't own Hetalia, as per usual.
"I don't see the point in fighting these vile creatures while instead we could be calmly discussing peace negotiations over tea," commented Macau, stepping aside and shooting a penguin in the back mildly. He regarded his defeated opponent falling to the floor, as if contemplating which type of tea the penguin would have preferred. Sweden grunted in return, jaw set and icy blue eyes narrowing, mowing down their opponents. A radiating aura of intimidation spread out from the angered, even annoyed Country.
The stretched out ice room was a madhouse - about an acre of screaming Countries against the surprisingly violent birds. Seas of penguin troops came after the 46 Countries, brandishing their icicles. Antarctica herself was at the heart of the battle, wielding a silver bladed katana; Germany had met her, but neither Country seemed to be winning - she was a viper, yet he a ferocious brute. The European might have experience and skill, but the icy continent had agility and speed.
Egypt frowned, jabbing a penguin with his staff, keeping it at bay. With the other hand, he skillfully shot several opponents behind him without looking. Vietnam finished the rest of the job by shooting a dart into the slippery neck of the other. Together, they made a formidable team.
Liechtenstein screamed. A pile of penguins were on top of her partner, Finland. She tried firing, but another few surrounded her, one stabbing into her leg. With a mighty yell, Finland got up strenuously, throwing off the heavy birds in all directions. Smiling a little, spots of red on his slightly chubby cheeks, he came to the rescue, tackling them to the ground, making any pro football player proud. Meanwhile, the girl, ribbon a little torn, began berating them while shooting darts in their stomachs. She daintily curtsied to Finland, who blushed immensely and hesitantly bowed in response.
Canada and America, finally, had stopped fighting each other and instead battled the minions of Antarctica.
"Come on, you frickin' commies!" America taunted, along with a lot of other more . . . say, colorful insults, causing them to angrily waddle to the Country. Canada made use of his apparent 'invisibility,' precisely shooting the angry birds as Kumajirou occasionally took down a few. Whenever his brother became too overwhelmed and/or screamed in panic, the bear and his owner swooped in, all of them standing back to back, shooting like the world was ending. Which, it might be.
The mythical creatures were also doing their job - the most of them scaring the poor penguins into running away in a frenzy. Some, unfortunately, had decided that it was snack time… Norway and England didn't really have the heart (or the courage) to tell them it wasn't. Pixies and smaller creatures simply created a ruckus, biting them and generally causing mischief.
Norway's griffin was immensely helping, snatching up any seriously threatening birds and carrying them off, letting go mid-air, once again testing if penguins could actually fly. Sadly for them, they couldn't.
Australia's koala let out its murderous intent, snarling at any who came too close it its owner and clawing them. Australia himself was having a blast, snickering whenever his darts hit. He had taken his partner Estonia's gun, since he was absolutely clueless when it came to battle, but the other wasn't deterred - he had plenty of knowledge to keep him alive.
"Get behind them! Penguins cannot walk backwards!" he helpfully yelled. "Knock them to the ground - takes a while for them to get back up!" All the while, he hopped around, as if it was all a game.
"I hate penguins," grumbled Hong Kong, jumping out of the way of an airborne penguin. Netherlands nodded in agreement.
More penguins were hit with Hungary's intimidating frying pan than being shot with her tranq darts.
"Ana~" Thailand randomly called, serenely knocking down birds. Switzerland recoiled at them, but continued to shoot.
Iceland and France winked at Antarctica when they were near her. In response, she growled savagely and they went back to taking down birds.
"I can take out more penguins than you," boasted Turkey to Japan. He respectfully nodded and calmly regarded the opponents, frowning as they tried to hurt him.
So far, the only major injuries was a broken wrist from Belgium. She grimaced but didn't cry out as she was protected by Greece, who for once actually looked fully awake, and his mini cat army. The ferocious felines hissed and threw themselves onto the birds, snarling and clawing their slick feathers.
"Stand back!" ordered Germany, welding an icicle sword. His tranq gun had been knocked out of his hand by Antarctica's personal own guard penguins, lost to the mess. But that didn't matter, as he didn't need it to take down the continent . . . besides, taking down an opponent by hand-to-hand combat was certainly more impressive instead of using a sleep-inducing tranq dart.
"Why?" she mockingly questioned, dodging his swings and sprinting backwards. She brandished her katana, which was about 2 feet long and had a wickedly sharp edge. On the black hilt, silver etchings depicted multiple insignias of the one on the steel door.
He didn't reply. All around him, squawking penguins and Countries were engaged in fierce combat. Germany took a step forward, parrying and thrusting. She blocked all of his moves with ease, still smiling. Feinting to the left, he dropped to the ground and stabbed into her leg.
Despite the attack, she showed no emotion, limping just the slightest, blood seeping in her pants. "My penguins : attack!" Before, they had mostly been keeping other Countries from trying to hurt Antarctica; now, they all swarmed Germany. Despite his pure strength, he went down.
She sprinted back, took a backwards somersault onto the control desk made of ice, and stood tall over the battle. Aside from her leg wound, she just had a minor cut to the cheek. The griffin and some other creatures began to attack, but she used her katana with expertise, striking them down - many retreated, sporting major injuries. Yet, some fell to the blade… permanently. Antarctica almost looked bored, examining her immaculate nails while attacking with the other hand.
"Why do they send me weaklings when I wanted warriors?" she mocked, glancing over the room. Her words traveled through the thin air loudly and boldly, making her sound like an announcer. "I thought it would be hard to take over the world." She sneered, cherry red lips curling up. "And to think… the greatest Countries ever, defeated by mere penguins! So, how's it feel to be a 'hero,' America?"
Over the threshold, he angrily yelled back, "Good enough if I get to defeat you, you backstabbing, cowardly piece of trash!" Again, along with more colorful insults.
Antarctica feigned surprise and hurt. "What, me, a coward?" She leaped off and started towards the Country. Darts flew and tried to pierce her skin, but she deflected them with her blade with ease.
She approached America, who had been fighting a group of penguins on his own - nobody had been fairly close to him. Despite the fact that he was about a foot taller than her, he looked scared to death; she smiled sweetly, as if they were simply chatting in a casual manner. Since the Country apparently couldn't move, too mesmerized with her bright eyes, Antarctica slowly and deliberately took his tranq gun. He let her.
"Hm…" She turned the weapon over in her hand, getting a feel for it. Time seemed to slow down a little, yet the fighting still continued. "I wonder . . . what does this do?" He didn't respond.
Germany had finally gotten out of the penguin pile, nearly 20 of them now wounded. He tried sprinting over to them, but was once again overwhelmed by the persistent little warriors. He went down again with a grunt.
"Step back, Antarctica!" England howled, making his way through the crowd of screaming figures.
"Oh, now you're giving orders now, aren't you?" she sneered. "Typical England; always the one to boss people around and thinks he's the leader of the world."
"No, that's me," protested America, now a bit unfrozen from her steely gaze. "Haven't you realized that I'm the true leader of the world?"
"Shut your filthy mouth, idiot," she snarled. "Besides, I'm the leader now." He shrunk away, staring at the katana and gun in her still hands.
"Ari," England warned, using her human name.
"Arthur," she said in the same tone, sounding a little amused. "And your point is . . . ?"
"Get away from bloody America!"
"Sorry, not sorry. I don't take orders from you or anybody else!" He stepped closer, about 10 yards away from the two. "Don't come any closer unless you want America to get stabbed!"
He faltered. By now, all of the activity in the room had slowed down immensely - they still fought, but it was reluctant and most were watching the spectacle out of the corner of their eye.
"Antarctica," he said, voice low. "Don't. You. Dare." She giggled, making England's blood boil.
"And what if I do? Will you flood my house with tea? Oh, soooo scary!" Before any of them could react, she slid her blade into America's midsection casually, sinking into his flesh about 3 inches deep. As she pulled it out, the Country screamed and collapsed, lying on the floor.
"Brother!" cried Canada, rushing to aid him. Penguins gathered around him, holding him back. Gasps and other reactions echoed throughout the large room, most of them held back by the minions of Antarctica. For England, however . . .
"You're a double-crossing, half-faced twat!" he shrieked, racing after her with inhuman speed. The smirk on her face quickly disappeared as he tackled her, both of them hitting the floor hard. Both weapons were knocked out of her hand, clattering against the ice.
They rolled, the other Countries shoving away birds and trying to get to them. A mighty war cry erupted from Germany, who shouldered his way through roughly. England screamed some more incoherent words, trying to pin her to the ground. The two rolled around, tearing at each other and frantically scrambling to not let the other to escape.
"Bloody - no good - prat!" he managed to say between throwing punches at her and she in return. Blood spat out England's mouth, his tooth nearly knocked out from a well-placed, powerful hit from Antarctica, but it didn't seem to bother him much.
Meanwhile, Gilbird and his gang was busy trying to peck the eyes out of the penguin restraining an angry Prussia. The mythical creatures tried to help England to prevail against Antarctica, but there was too much movement and confusion that they hurt him more than helping him. So they resorted to attacking some helpless penguins who were on the lookout for blood.
Antarctica pinned the Country to the ground, her pale arm braced against his throat. She pulled him up to his knees, putting him in a headlock; nonetheless, that didn't stop him from trying to bite her arm. The Countries had never seen England with such the rage and hate in his usually handsome green eyes. Now, they glowered with intense venom.
Her cold, calculating eyes searching around her for any potential enemies, the continent plucked her katana up as England kicked around, his face red from her grip slightly crushing his windpipe. She held it up for everyone to see, admiring it and even swishing it around the air a couple of times.
"Everyone, freeze!" she commanded, grinning. They stopped. Almost nonchalantly, Antarctica leveled the sword, bringing the edge about an inch away from England's throat. He resisted swallowing.
"Surrender," she chirped around the room, smirking, "and put down your weapons - nobody will get hurt" Everything went still, the air tense.
"Otherwise," Antarctica continued, cocking her head, "your precious England's throat will be slit. And we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?"
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-DragonFire0102