I Do not own Hetalia

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"D.C.?" Riga rolled over onto his side to stare at the comatose superpower, "Are you awake?" Her fingers twitched in reply, he heaved a sigh of relief. As he watched D.C. a spot of pink began to spread from the top of her scalp. Like a rippling wave it moved downward and after a few moments D.C. hair was a brilliant bubble gum pink

"Well this is an interesting development," The horrible woman was back and Riga did his best to glare. He could feel his wounds healing, the cuts were zipping up and disappearing as if they had never been there while the bruises were bleached from his skin.

" Get off of her."

The woman cocked her head to one side, "What will you do little Latvian? Fight me? I don't think you're really in the position to do anything." She hefted a gun from the holster on her hip, "you know that if I shoot her she'll die. Wouldn't that be a shame ?"

D.C. moaned and curled up tighter, opening her eye she stared at Riga with a blank expression silently seeking solace from the older Capital.

"Don't worry D.C., we'll be fine."

The woman laughed, planted a foot on D.C.'s injured leg, "Let your friends come, they'll never be able to get you." With deliberate slowness she began to grind D.C.'s leg. The American capital gasped for breath, her hands opening and closing. Thick blood seeped past the woman's boot before she lifted her foot, "Pathetic. Once Jagar's greatest enemy but now what are you? A weak. Little. Piece of shit." With each phrase she ground her foot even further into the abused muscle of D.C.'s leg.

"STOP IT!" Shrieked Riga, still unable to do anything he watched with growing horror as D.C. screamed, convulsing on the ground.

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"Alright Berlin, can you hear me?" Copenhagen adjusted his earpiece while holding on tightly to the straps hanging overhead.

"Loud and clear Cope, running systematic check of equipment. Is everything in order?" Berlin replied her hands flying over the keyboard.

"Looks okay Berlin, check in with Bucharest."

"Right." The Dane turned to see the others in the helicopter. America, Minsk, Oslo, Berne, Paris and Denmark. The whirring of the rotars killed all other sound as they flew through the pitch black of night. City lights sparkled beneath them as they flew over the expanse of Berlin's city. Even from this height the Dane could see were the wall had separated the East and the West. Russia had sold different light bulbs, a lower watt bulb that America had to the Berliners. His head piece crackled.

"Bucharest checks in okay. The other's are en-route on the ground. It's time to make sure the plan it clear with everyone."

"Right, check up with the backup, make sure they're ready."

"Roger, Berlin over and out."

"Alright!' He switched his channel so the other could hear him, "Here's the plan guys; Jagar is holed up in network of warehouses in Eastern Berlin. They've got a tone of underground tunnels from the Cold War. At each tunnel entrance we've got a team to move in from the ground. They come from the outside in while we come from above. We're doing this D-Day style Mr. America." Said nation gave a curt nod, "Once on the ground we will precede into the main compound where they've hopefully got D.C. and the others. Do a double check of your equipment and weapons. Make sure your parachute is ready then check in with me." Copenhagen glanced out the window to see an oversized bat flying through the air between two of the helicopters.

"I will feast tonight then?" The Romanian capitals sibilant voice filtered through his headphones.

"As much as you want my dear, remember we are not on the menu.'

"Very well."

"PREPARE FOR JUMP," shouted the pilot, Beijing, " JUMP IN 5."

Copenhagen stood up and felt adrenalin begin to pump through his veins.

"4" America added another clip to his belt.

"3" the bay doors slid open, blasting them with freezing air.

"2" Berne cocked her rifle before slinging it over her shoulder.

"1!" With a prayer to the gods Copenhagen threw himself into the night, hoping against all hope the D.C was still alive and kicking.

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"That's the signal," London snapped clambering onto the jeep, situating herself right behind the machine gun mounted there. " Alright Canberra, let's hope your driving skills are all you've bragged about."

"shut up bitch," the Australian growled, snapping aviator goggles over his eyes, "Let's get this party started. He turned to give a thumbs up to the other jeeps driver, Ankara.

With a roar of the engines both jeeps were off, speeding down the streets of Berlin. London and Islamabad at the machine guns.

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"It looks like we've got to go," Ottowa stowed the phone his pocket before glaring at his partner, Athens. "Dude, you've got to wake up." The Grecian woke up and scowled through long lashes.

"I'm tired."

"Girl, when are you not?" The female capital stood up and stretched her arms.

"When I am with Tokyo."

"You seriously need to get laid."

"hmmm,' she nodded in agreement before pulling out a crowbar from her backpack and hoisting up a manhole cover, "Let's go, I need to get out of these tacky construction uniforms and into some asskicking clothes. " The two capitals disappeared into the road leaving and entire lane blocked.

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"Why the fuck am I wearing a dress?" Rome snarled, glaring at Madrid who giggled.

"Because if you don't I'm going to let the whole world know that you've."

"Alright, shut up!" He crossed his arms, glaring at a headstone which, when moved became a tunnel entrance.

"One more complaint Rome and the entire world will be saying 'Ole'." The Spaniard checked her phone, "Ah look, it's time to go."

A homeless man watching the cemetery stared as a well dressed pair of girls disappeared into a grave. Shaking his head he ambled off, muttering to himself.

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Mexico City felt the last of his wounds seal up and finally opened his eyes. He had been abandoned long ago so the woman could go torment D.C. and Riga. Wiggling his wrists he slowly pulled them from his bonds.

An explosion echoed around building, shaking dust from the ceiling.

"It's about damn time," he muttered as three men came running into the room guns drawn. As the biggest one tried to slam the door shut a black shadow blasted it open to reveal Bucharest surrounded by a shroud of darkness.

"FLEE!" She rasped before baring her fangs and tackling the biggest one to the ground. The man could only gurgle in protest before his eyes slid shut and he went limp. The capital raised her head from the man, blood dripping from her jaws to stare at the other who were frozen in horror. "Stupid humans."

Mexico City clentched his eyes shut as the two men screamed. There were sounds of ripping and tearing before he felt Bucharest hover over him.

"I'm not dinner." He shivered as she planted a kiss on his neck.

"A shame Copenhagen barred me from eating any of us. You smell delicious." He opened his brown eyes to stare into her red ones.

"Want to untie me?"

"Hmmm," she nuzzled his hair, "You smell like tacos."

"You smell like blood."

"Want a taste?"

"Budapest would kill me."

"Probably." With a flick of her fingers the ropes unraveled, " Let's go." She handed him off a gun, "WE need to find the others."

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