Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride, Hetalia or any of the songs.

Chapter 21: Rock Music

~~~~~Hallways/Director POV~~~~~

'This was not going according to plan at all. The higher ups would be furious,' the director mentally panicked as her expensive heels clicked down the hallways. She turned a sharp right, hoping she was nearing the main exit. 'It's two lefts and a right…no, two rights and a left. Right, left, right?' her confused thoughts jumbled together. She almost let out a scream of frustration. It felt like she'd been going in circles for hours.

"The tunnels aren't an option," she muttered to herself. "The helicopter is destroyed and all of the exits are blocked…" She stiffened as she heard the sound of another pair of shoes distantly following her. The director quickened her pace.

"Ah think she went tha' way!" A rough sounding, Scottish-accented voice yelled.

"Tha's wha' ya said bout th' las' three halls," an angry Irish accent responded.

"But ah know ah'm righ' this time!" The director considered ditching her shoes as she all but sprinted down the corridor in a futile attempt to lose her pursuers.

~~~~~Main Entrance/Flock POV~~~~~

"My turn!" Gazzy yelled excitedly, flapping for altitude and dive-bombing yet another poor, unsuspecting scientist. The man only had time to look around confusedly for a split second before the eight-year old planted both his feet squarely into the middle of his back. The white coat went down hard, groaning in pain.

Gazzy jumped off him as Max and Fang swooped in to seize the scientists under his armpits and drag him over to the makeshift pen they had begun. Nudge turned around to them excitedly as she tied the scientist up.

"That's number ten!" she announced, shoving the unfortunate scientist over towards where his colleagues were. Fang shook his head.

"Man, I thought these guys were supposed to be smart," he smirked. Max shrugged and grinned.

"Well, I think our friends are herding them all out this way," she stated, examining their captives. "Karmic justice, if you ask me."

"Ooh, another one!" Max, Fang and Nudge turned at the sound of Gazzy's voice, only to see him hovering high in the air with Iggy and Angel.

"No fair, Gazzy!" Angel pouted. "You got the last one!"

"I haven't had a turn yet!" Iggy protested, crossing his arms.

"Fiiiiiiine," Gazzy said in a long-suffering tone. Angel immediately brightened.

The scientist was just exiting the door when he was hit with two hundred pounds of mutant bird kid.

"Iggy!" Angel whined, jumping back. "It was MY turn!" Iggy pretended not to hear her protests and dusted himself off, grinning slightly. "I know you hear me! You're blind, not deaf!"

"Ow! Okay, okay! Don't screech in my ear like that!" he complained. Angel just let out a huff of annoyance.

Max turned to Fang. "Any sign of Her Royal Pain in the Ass?" Fang's lips quirked upwards.

"No," he admitted. "But it won't be long…"

"Yeah!" Nudge butted in. "I think Arthur said she'd be here soon!"

~~~~~Conference Room/Country POV~~~~~

"So, like, what's going on now?" Poland asked, examining his nails with a bored expression.

"We've finally managed to flush out most of the scientists," Estonia replied, staring intently at the screen.

"Yeah, there's lots of blue blips outside!" Taiwan exclaimed, pointing at the images.

"This is so totally booooring," Poland groaned. "I, like, totally thought this would be over already!"

"The director is going down hallways that we hadn't anticipated," Lithuania tried to explain. "Either she's trying to throw us off, or she's lost…"

"I'm totally betting on the latter," Poland said, rolling his eyes.

"Aniki will get her, da ze~!" South Korea proclaimed confidently.

"Looks like we'll just have to point her in the right direction," Estonia muttered, pulling on his headset.

~~~~~Back of the van/Scientist POV~~~~~

"Next!" the brunette Italian yelled, opening the doors to the back of the van. A blonde ten-year old and an Asian teenager guided one of the scientists from the bird kids to the van doors. "Hurry up, brats," the Italian muttered.

"Shut up, stupid jerk!" the blonde boy yelled back, shoving the scientist towards the grumpy Italian.

"Watch your mouth!" the brunette growled, hauling the scientist into their make-shift interrogation chamber. The scientist hesitantly climbed in, not quite sure what to think, and found that the only people there was the Italian, a dark haired, bored looking teenager and a young blonde girl with a purple hair bow.

"Is this it?" the scientist asked, incredulously.

"Sit," the brunette snapped, pointing to a chair. The scientist raised an eyebrow, but reconsidered making a snide remark when he saw the dual pistols at the Italian's hips. Instantly, he was frozen to the chair.

"This is boring!" the dark haired teen announced, going back to crossing his arms.

"Oh, shut up, brat!" the brunette muttered, massaging his temples. "We need to start the interrogation." The scientist braced himself as he waited for the brunette to begin questioning him in a, no-doubt, profanity laced manner. Contrary to his expectations, the blonde girl skipped forward instead.

"Mister, what's your name and what can you tell us about these experiments?" she asked sweetly, innocent eyes staring up at him.

He looked down on her with a condescending air, waiting for the punch line, and couldn't bite back the sarcastic remark that rose to his lips. "Isn't it a little past your bed time?" he mocked.

Suddenly, there was a sharp bang and the scientist jerked involuntarily, almost having a heart attack and squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them slowly, he saw the blonde girl had a handgun pointed at the roof of the van, barrel still smoking, and a small beam of light filtering through the newly created hole in the metal roof. The scientist felt his blood run cold and sweat trickle down his back. The blonde girl continued to smile as if she was not holding a dangerous weapon and acting like she could do some serious damage with it.

"Mister, it's very early in the evening; a good few hours before my bed time," she beamed lowering her gun to her side. But then her expression seemed to darken slightly, causing the scientist to shrink into himself. "Unfortunately, my patience gives out well before that hour will come. It would be greatly appreciated if you cooperated with us." The brunette and black haired men smirked at one another as the scientist gulped nervously.

The Italian leaned towards the scientist and whispered loudly, "I think you should do as she says."

~~~~~Hallways/Country POV~~~~~

"She's coming…hallway…close…you," Estonia's garbled voice crackled through Austria's listening device. He sighed. Because of his ability, technology that produced sound tended to malfunction around him. It was really a pain as it prevented him from owning an iPod or any other device like it.

"Why this hallway?" Austria complained. Hungary, who was standing next to him, rolled her eyes at his attitude.

"Oh, come on," she muttered, glaring at the Austrian. He seemed to wilt a little under her gaze, but maintained his irritated disposition. "You only have to play it for a few minutes," she said unsympathetically.

"You know I hate rock music!" he pleaded with the Hungarian woman. She was having none of it.

"Roderich! You know that's the only thing powerful enough!" she reasoned. "Your classical compositions aren't going to cut it here!" The man continued to bemoan his plight, though he knew she had a point, as Hungary rolled her eyes.

"Ten feet…!" Estonia's voice blasted over their headsets.

"Do it!" Hungary yelled, her patience finally snapped. Austria rolled his eyes but sent out a wall of sound down the hallway.

"With a thousand lies and a good disguise/ hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes/ when you walk away, nothing more to say/ see the lightning in your eyes/ see 'em runnin' for their lives…" the song blared.

Hungary raised her eyebrows. "I didn't know you listened to The Offspring," she said, genuinely surprised and a bit impressed. Austria sighed in annoyance.

"Gilbert left his CD in my car and I thought it was my Beethoven CD," he muttered. "I couldn't get it out because I had to keep my eyes on the road."

Hungary grinned. "Well, keep it up!" she urged. Austria pushed up his glasses and let out another sigh before raising his hand again.

~~~~~Hallways/Director POV~~~~~

The Director had been about to make a right turn when suddenly…

"Love, give me love, give me love, I don't need it/ but I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it/ in a bag, in a box, put an X on the floor/ give me more, give me more, give me more/ shut up and sing it with me!"

She was knocked off her feet by the sheer force of the sound waves. 'What on earth?' she thought as her body was shoved in the other direction. She sent a nervous glance over her shoulder towards the hallway before scurrying off in the other direction.

~~~~~Hallways/Country POV~~~~~

"She's headed your way," Estonia's voice crackled over the headsets.

"Got it, aru!" China said cheerfully, readying himself. Indeed, he could already hear the clicking footsteps rushing his direction. Soon, the woman herself came into view and China felt a large smile cross his face. "Nice to see you again, aru!"

She was out of breath, but at the sight of the Asian man her eyes widened and she attempted to rush past him. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his wok pot to prevent her from proceeding.

"Not so fast!" he grinned, forcing her backwards to the hallway she'd just come from. "We aren't so nice as to let you escape! You're going to complete this whole maze, aru," he exclaimed.

"What maze?" The director asked fearfully.

"Well, you can consider me checkpoint number one!" China said cheerfully. He rushed forward and, with a sweep of his pot, sent the director tumbling down the halls. "The exit is the main entrance, aru!" he called after her.

~~~~~Hallways/Director POV~~~~~

Never, in all her years, had she ever been treated so roughly. The Director curled her lip in disgust. What had that Asian man been talking about? Checkpoints? She snorted. Like hell she'd run through a maze like some caged rat. She knew exactly where she was going and where the exit was.

She confidently continued down the hallway, attempting to banish negative thoughts that crept into her mind. Further down, she spotted a blue square stuck to the wall, and as she got closer she realized it was a sticky note. She squinted to make out the handwriting.

"Checkpoint 2?" she muttered to herself.

"Ohonhon~ That's right mademoiselle!" She whirled to see the Frenchman behind her. "I am your guide in the right direction." He winked. "You need to go down that hallway over there." He pointed to the hallway over his shoulder. The Director gritted her teeth.

"Do you think I'll seriously just go wherever you want me too?" she snarled, only to find a VERY sharp sword point inches from her chest.

"Alas," the blonde smirked. "It appears you have no say in the matter." The Director attempted to gather what was left of her dignity and trudged down the hallway, the Frenchman beaming after her. "Au revoir! Give my regards to mon ami, who's waiting for you!"

~~~~~Outside/Flock POV~~~~~

"When is she going to get here?" Nudge groaned. "It's been forever!" Max ruffled her hair.

"Patience, Nudge. Good things come to those who wait," Max said, attempting to sound knowledgeable. Nudge just rolled her eyes in return.

"Footsteps," Iggy muttered, putting the flock on alert. He strained his ears. "Heavy footfalls. Probably male. In a hurry."

"Another scientist," Angel muttered. Gazzy grinned and flew up over the doorway.

"This way!" he yelled in a perfect imitation of the voice of a scientist they had captured earlier. "The doors are unlocked!" The footsteps hesitated and then headed in the direction of the doors.

The glass doors burst open, revealing a very confused scientist who was bent over with exhaustion just before Gazzy landed on him, knocking what breath he possessed from his body.

"Touchdown!" Gazzy yelled in an announcer's voice while slapping high fives with Iggy. The rest of the flock grinned at the eight-year old's antics. Iggy's head perked up again.

"More footsteps," he muttered. "Female, high heels…" his grin grew. "Probably wearing horridly expensive clothing and acting like she has a pole up her butt." The flock all grinned at that.

~~~~~Hallways/Director POV~~~~~

"Hola y bienvenidos to checkpoint 3!" a heavily accented voice exclaimed cheerfully. The Director looked the man up and down to examine his tan complexion and very dangerous looking battle axe. "You need to go down that hallway!" The Spanish man pointed to his right.

The Director decided no good would come from arguing with the man and started to turn the corner, eyeing his axe cautiously. He grinned at her. "Rapido!" he urged. "Wouldn't want to miss all the fun, would we? Claro que no!" She quickly walked away, wondering if the man had a few screws loose.

~~~~~Conference Room/Country POV~~~~~

"Oh, she's almost to the outside!" Taiwan exclaimed, getting closer to the screen.

"Yes," Estonia agreed, leaning back tiredly. He rubbed his eyes that were dry from watching the monitors for so long.

"Maybe you should go rest for a little bit," Lithuania said, worriedly. "You've been at it for a while." Estonia just shook his head.

"Thanks for your concern, but I have to see this through to the end," he smiled weakly. Lithuania just nodded to show he understood.

"So, like, what's next?" Poland asked.

"Well, she has one more checkpoint and then we can arrest her," Estonia said.

"Great," Poland replied, twirling some of his hair around his finger. "Then she can be charged for that horrible fashion disaster she's committing."

~~~~~Hallways/Director POV~~~~~

"That way." The Director just stared at the tall blonde who had glared at her and pointed her down a hallway without any greetings whatsoever. It made her blood boil, but she walked past him with upturned nose.

"The nerve of some people," she muttered as she walked past, loud enough so that the blonde would hear.

"I'm glad m' wife's not like her," she heard him grunt as she headed down the hallway. She felt oddly offended.

~~~~~Main Entrance/Flock POV~~~~~

"Concentration, sixty-four, no repeats, or hesitation," Nudge and Angel sang as they played the game.

"I'll go first," Angel said.

"I'll follow," Nudge responded.

"Category is…" they stalled, looking at the other flock members for help.

"Weapons!" Gazzy yelled, a smile plastered on his face.

"No!" Nudge yelled, wrinkling her nose.

"How about descriptions?" Max said, bored.

"Descriptions," Angel nodded, returning to the game. "Tall."

"Pretty."

"Strong."

"Sharp."

The rest of the flock half-listened, half-daydreamed as they continued waiting.

"Graceful."

"Metallic."

Iggy nodded towards the door, indicating that the Director was getting closer. Nudge and Angel grinned.

"Evil."

"Rude."

"Unfashionable."

"Inhumane."

Now all flock members could hear her footsteps.

"Close."

"Tangible."

The Director burst out through the doors and stared wide-eyed at the flock. Nudge and Angel clapped their hands together one last time and spoke in unison.

"Trapped."

A/N: Yeah, yeah this chapter was kind of short... sorry about that, but I wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger... perhaps the final cliffhanger! *gasp* is the story actually ending?! Oh my gog! No way! So, I guess all good things must end eventually... though I want to hear your opinions.

Oh yeah, the songs are "You're gonna go far, kid" by The Offspring and "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance. I don't own the songs, but you should check them out ;3

Anyways, please review to tell me if you have any ideas for what should happen next or just what you think of this chapter. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed in the past! Y'all are awesome sauce! :D