Holy crap, this chapter is long!
Over 3000 words!
The really sad thing is that I wrote less than a third of this on Wednesday, and the rest today.
I really need to get a social life.
Anyway, here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Tealgirl713 does not own Hetalia. She only owns her Oc's, which she's too lazy and brain dead to name rigt now.
*Megan's POV*
Everything was ready for our rescue. We had an awesome plan that was totally going to work. Now all we had to do was get to Canada's house and implement our amazing plan. However, that's much easier said than done. Especially when America started making suggestions.
"I think we should walk to Canada," he said. I face-palmed. Didn't he know anything about the geography of the other countries? I was able to answer my own question: probably not.
"America, I'm looking up the distance from here to Winnipeg on Google Maps, and it says that it takes 119 hours to walk there," England said, his phone in his hand. "Do you really want to waste all that time, when we could just drive there?"
"How long does it take to drive there then?" Grace asked.
"Seven hours and twenty minutes," England responded. I looked at my watch that I was wearing. It was just after nine at night, and who knew how long it would take to get all of the nations into cars and start driving to Canada? We really did need to get started soon if we were all going to get there in time. We would all need to be there for our amazing plan to work. All of us. Even Sealand, who had somehow managed to sneak in the meeting somehow (How does he keep doing that?). One person could mean the difference between victory and defeat.
"We have to go now," I said. "We can't afford to waste any more time."
"Agreed," Germany said. "Okay everyone, get into groups of five and get into a car. We all have a long night ahead of us."
And then there was a frantic dash out of the room, and into the cars that were waiting for us in the parking lot. I hoped there were enough cars for everyone. Some of the nations had probably taken taxis from…wherever they had been. But I needn't have worried. There were plenty of cars for all of us. In fact, a lot of cars were left at the parking lot. I hoped nobody minded.
It ended up so that I was in a car with Poland, Lithuania, Italy, and Germany. Lithuania was driving, Germany was riding shotgun, and I was squished in between Poland and Italy. Joy.
We had been on the road for about half a minute before the chaos began. And by chaos, I mean Italy and Poland.
"Germany! Germany! Look, it's an Italian restaurant! Do you think they serve pasta there?"
"Oh my God Liet, the other day, I was, like, looking for a new shade of nail polish, and the lady at the store like, totally thought I was a girl! How crazy is that?!"
"Germany! Do you see that kitty over there? It's so cute, ve~!"
"Woah! Like, look at that cool bridge over there!"
I felt like Germany, silently seething while the sound in the car grew steadily louder and louder. I could tell that Germany himself was getting tired of the noise, too. It continued for ten more minutes, before…
"OH MY GOD EVERYONE SHUT UP!" I shouted, finally done with all of the noise. "I AM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"
Germany looked at me with respect. "I was just about to say the same thing."
And so the rest of our car ride passed with very little talking, and I started listening to my music. Much more peaceful than the random ramblings of Poland and Italy.
*Grace's POV*
While Megan was being annoyed by the unfortunate set of people in her car, I was actually having a pretty good time. Japan was driving, safely, and I was sitting next to him in the front seat. Greece was already sleeping in the back, and Sweden and Finland were sitting side by side.
I let my mind drift, and I started to worry about Olivia and Kaylee. I didn't have any idea if they were okay or not. They probably were, but you never know. Canada had gone completely crazy, and I was afraid he would take it out on them. But I couldn't do anything until tomorrow anyway, so I tried to put it from my mind.
Not too long after we had left, I realized how hungry I was, and I started looking for a drive-thru. Within a few minutes, I saw a new drive-thru Subway. Yes, they actually have those now!
"Japan! Japan, you have to go there! I need my Subway! Or else I'm gonna die!" I clutched my stomach dramatically and pretended to fall over. But the seatbelt stopped me from going too far over the edge of the seat. Because Japan is nice, he obliged and pulled into the line. I ordered the food for everyone, because I was the only one with an accent that the drive-thru person could understand.
When I got my food, I opened it up and was very happy to see an amazing tuna melt waiting for me. I love tuna melts. They are so amazing! I mean, they are cheesy, and they have tuna! What is not awesome about that?
I finished my sandwich at some point, but I'm not really sure because I fell asleep pretty soon after eleven. I needed a lot of rest for tomorrow. It was going to be a big day.
*Taylor's POV*
"Tell me, how did it happen that all three of you ended up in the same car?" I asked while looking at Spain, who was sitting next to me in the front seat. I was driving, and France and Prussia sat on either side of Austria in the back seat, who looked really, really uncomfortable right now. Poor Austria.
"I don't think that anybody was really paying attention to who's going in which car," Austria said through clenched teeth. "Though I do wish I wasn't in this one."
"I don't know~," France said. "I quite like this arrangement!" He laughed his signature laugh and wrapped an arm around Austria's shoulder.
I laughed lightly at France and turned back to face the road. I had volunteered to drive because I know I can stay awake for a long time. I stayed up for thirty hours straight once. And I didn't even have any caffeine.
"Okay, what do you guys want from Starbucks?" I asked. Didn't want to accidentally fall asleep at the wheel now, did I?
"Ah, I will have a frappuccino!" France said.
"Is there anything with tomatoes in it?" Spain asked, perking up in his seat. I bit my tongue to stop from laughing.
"Sorry Spain, but they don't have any tomato flavored drinks at this Starbucks," I said. He made a pouty-face and slumped back in his seat, obviously disappointed.
"Hey Austria, Prussia, you guys want anything?" I asked. Austria shook his head a little bit, and Prussia just sort of ignored me.
"Prussia? Prussia. PRUSSIA!"
"What?" he said, appearing to snap out of some sort of trance. "What do you want?" he asked grumpily.
"Do you want anything from Starbucks?" I asked.
"Oh. Nein," he said. He seemed much more…reserved than usual. I guess it was because Olivia and Kaylee were missing. I was pretty worried, too.
I got France's frappuccino and my black coffee, and then we got on the highway, ready to head up to Canada.
*Hannah's POV*
I had a very, well, interesting trip on the way to Canada.
For one thing, I was in the same car as America, who was still terrified of Megan and I for what we did earlier. England was driving the car, and America rode shotgun, sitting as far away from me as possible. I was sitting in the backseat, against the window on the left side of the car. Latvia was next to me, in the middle seat, and Russia sat on his other side.
Needless to say, Russia and I amused ourselves for over an hour terrorizing poor little Latvia. He was shaking so badly it looked like he was freezing. But hey, it was fun.
We were just passing Grand Rapids when I thought I heard a weird noise coming from right behind me. I could tell that Russia heard it, too.
"What is that?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and motioned for everyone to quiet down. They complied, and then we heard it.
"Marriage, marriage, marriage, marriage."
Russia froze. He knew who that voice belonged to, and so did I. But just to make sure, I peeked over the edge of the seat.
Sure enough, there was Belarus, sitting in the back of the car and rocking back and forth, muttering the word, "Marriage," over and over again. I hoped she wouldn't notice me staring at her, but no such luck. She had noticed that we were all quiet, and looked up to see me staring at her.
"Oh no," I said, shrinking back down into my seat.
She rose over the seat and towered over us, looking like a demon. Russia shrank back in his seat, and I hid behind Latvia.
"Become one with me, Brother Russia!" she said.
"N-no!" he cried, trying to hide behind Latvia with me. I pushed him away from me and pulled Latvia in front of me even more.
"You're on your own here, Russia!" I cried. I looked to the front, where America was watching the scene with a terrified look on his face, and England was still trying to concentrate on driving. I wished him good luck.
Belarus then reached over the seat and pulled Russia into the back with her. I totally would have helped him out, but Belarus is terrifying, even when she isn't in "merge" mode. So I just sat back, and tried to ignore the very disturbing sounds coming from right behind me.
*Back to Megan's POV*
"Megan! Megan! We're here! Wake up!"
I sat up, coming face to face with a very enthusiastic Italy.
"Italy! Get off me!" I got impatient waiting for him to move so I just pushed him off of me and got out of the car. It was pretty bright outside and I looked at my watch. 6:03.
"Wait, where are we?" I asked as I took in my surroundings. All I saw were a lot of trees, a lot of cars, and a lot of nations.
"We are in the forest, not too far from Canada's house," Germany said. "We thought it best not to drive up to the front door, worried that it would raise an alarm.
"Ah," I said. "That makes sense." I hadn't really thought of that before.
Turning away from Germany, I saw Hannah getting out of her car, followed by Latvia, a very pale and shaking Russia, and a very satisfied Belarus. Wait, what? I ran over to Hannah, and asked her what had happened.
"You really don't want to know," she said, shivering a little bit. I dropped the subject. Hannah did not get scared at a lot of things, and I didn't want to know what Belarus had done to get her this scared.
"MEGAN!" came a shout from the other side of the road. I only had time to look over my shoulder before Taylor crashed into me.
"Taylor!" I said back. "What is the matter with you?"
"Megan! We stopped at Starbucks five times, and I had so much coffee!" she said, literally jumping up and down. Oh. Now it all made sense.
"Please let go of my arms," I said. She did.
"When are we gonna go save Olivia and Kaylee?" Taylor whined.
"Soon, now stop whining!" I told her.
Soon enough, all the nations, plus us humans, were gathered with Germany in front.
"All right," he began. "We are going to walk over there in a safe, controlled manner. America will go in first, and we will wait for the signal before following him in. Switzerland, do you have the weapons?"
We all turned to where Switzerland was standing, with a cart full of guns, darts, grenades, and pretty much every sort of weapon you can imagine.
I practically ran right over to him and said, "Can I have a gun?"
He blinked before saying, "Sure. Here you go," and handing me a small pistol.
"Great!"
The more experienced countries (so not Italy) got weapons too, and soon we were ready for the attack. We moved through the forest instead of the main road, avoiding detection by security cameras or guards. Soon enough we were at the edge of the forest, watching America walk by himself to the front door. It was opened very slightly, and then America pushed through the door and it shut.
"So what do we do now?" I asked Germany, who was pretty close to me.
"We wait for the signal."
*Kaylee's POV*
"Rock, paper, scissors!" Olivia and I chanted as our fists flew through the air. Mine came down in rock, hers in paper.
"Ha! I win!" she said.
"Yeah, whatever." I said. We were all alone in the basement. I hadn't seen Canada all day, and frankly, I was glad. He was really scary now, not at all like his normal, quiet self. But I really wished America would hurry up. I didn't have a single idea about what Canada wanted from him, but it had to be better than us staying down here for the rest of time. I wondered if any of our friends had bothered to tell our parents what was going on. Olivia's parents didn't have to find out; they were still on their cruise. And my parents trusted me a lot, so I was sure they wouldn't ask too many questions.
Suddenly, the door started to open, and Canada entered. Great. But he was followed by none other than America!
"America!" Olivia yelled, her hands gripping the bars of our cell. Now that I thought about it, it was a lot like the cell in HetaOni, except smaller, and with two chairs inside.
"Olivia!" he cried. I shrunk back, hurt at being forgotten, but then Canada grabbed America's arm before he could rush over to us.
"Let's discuss the subject of payment first," Canada said.
"Oh. Right." But America didn't take his eyes off of Olivia. As I watched, he moved his hand from his side to his pocket, and reached it inside. I thought I heard a little noise when he did that, but I shrugged it off.
"Wait, what were we talking about?" he asked Canada. But before Canada could answer, I heard a strange rumbling noise coming from above us. I looked up, and so did everyone else. Except America; he was looking at the door.
And I figured out why in a moment.
The door to the basement burst open, and out spilled Prussia, Megan, Taylor, Hannah, Germany, and what looked like most, if not all of the nations.
But before Olivia and I could react, Canada had pushed a button installed in the wall of the basement. A loud alarm was sounded, and several guard people rushed in to the basement, too. How did they all fit in here?
But the countries (and our friends) didn't wait at all before attacking the guards. It was amazing. I didn't even know that Megan knew how to use a gun! And the way that Taylor and Grace were kicking the guards in the groin, well, it made me really proud.
"Hey, look at Hannah and Russia!" Olivia said, pointing to the mass of people. I looked. Hannah was beating people to the ground with her scarf, and Russia was hitting people in the face. They were both taking out more guards than the people around them.
At some point, Prussia came over and broke the lock of the cell we were in. The two of us rushed out, ready to help the others.
We were fighting for what felt like forever, and I only managed to take out about four or five guys. I was starting to get really tired, and I forgot to look around for attackers. So I didn't see Canada aiming a gun at me, and I didn't see him pull the trigger.
But God, I definitely felt the bullet lodge itself in my leg.
"AHH!" I cried out, falling down. I couldn't think about anything except the huge pain in my leg. It felt like it was consuming me, and all I wanted to do was make the pain stop.
"Kaylee!" I heard someone cry out. I managed to stop focusing on the pain long enough to see that it was Prussia. He leaned down next to me. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I-I don't k-know," I said, still trying to think around the pain. "It's just my leg."
"Hey, can you stand?" he asked.
I slowly nodded and tried to stand up, but nearly fell over. Prussia caught me, and we looked into each other's eyes.
"I-" I said.
"Yeah?" Prussia asked, his face really close to mine.
But before I could say anything, I heard a shout from behind me. Prussia and I turned around to see Olivia and Canada wrestling over a gun that was in Canada's hands. No one else paid them any attention; they were all fighting. But Prussia and I weren't, so we watched, transfixed, as the two of them kept fighting over the gun. For a few seconds, it looked like Olivia was going to succeed in pulling the gun away from Canada.
But then everything went wrong.
In one quick motion, so fast that if I had blinked, I would have missed it, Canada pulled the gun into his chest, and it went off. The bullet shot straight into Olivia's stomach.
She had a surprised look on her face, and her hand went to her stomach, where a lot of blood was spilling out. Then her eyes closed and she collapsed, leaving Canada standing there with a shocked look on his face.
I think I screamed, but I could barely hear it. My head was pounding from the pain in my leg. My scream drew the attention of everyone in the room, and they all looked at Olivia, now surrounded by her own blood.
"Olivia!" America cried for the second time today, rushing to her side. I wanted to go there too, but I couldn't even support my weight on my leg, not to mention walking. I could only watch helplessly as America felt her wrist for a pulse, getting his signature bomber jacket soaked in her blood.
CLIFFHANGER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Seriously, I bet none of you saw that coming!
Except for the people I told.
I kinda fail at writing fight scenes, so you may just want to ignore that bit. I really wanted get to the point where Olivia gets shot.
And updates may be non-existent over the coming week, because of this camp I'm a counselor at. I'll try for Saturday, at the earliest. After that, I'm pretty much free until school begins.
Oh God. School.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!