And lord behold I have updated
I am sorry, I don't really have excuse other than my cousin has just decided to get into anime and I needed to watch some with her. I also finished NG, and Rosey is checking it now.
I want to clear something up, Ireland is the oldest. Rosey thought I said he was younger, but I thought I said he was older, so she started to change it for me as she thought I said that he was second oldest at the start of the story, turns out I didn't, but Scotland and Ireland some how swapped ages half way through. Ireland is the oldest as I like it that way. tried to see which country was actually older and there was no definite answer, it was always different depending what site I went on...that's it
Anyway now we are going to follow Hong Kong and an OC will appear, don't worry, they don't do much.
I don't own Hetalia, sniff sniff
Amber orbs studied the screen intently. Something just didn't add up. Leon had been watching the large screen in front of him ever since England had put him in charge of looking after the other countries. Of course he used the bathroom, ate and slept, but he spent most of his time at the computer screen.
He had also entertained Sealand for a while when the micronation had popped round and demanded some ice cream from England. Apparently they always met up on this day of the month, to get some ice cream from a particular shop a short drive away from England's house - Hong Kong had sort of tuned out the younger nation's rambling about how the owner always gave him an extra scoop. The micronation had left rather quickly though when Leon had given a vague explanation why England couldn't take the boy this month, Peter was strangely understanding.
Not that the teenager minded watching the screen for his dad - he would rather be doing this than doing something teacher had told him to do any day. It was stressful though, he saw when someone was injured and would then have to try and stay calm when he had to contact one of the other brothers.
The brother who was the most stressful to watch was his dad. His stats kept dancing all over the place, one minute he would be fine, then his heart rate would spike, and then suddenly plummet. His brain activity was even worse to keep track of, the blonde's emotions were all over the place. If England kept this up he was going to give Hong Kong a heart attack.
That wasn't what sparked the teen's interest though. Leon had just finished watching a film, when he noticed an anomaly. Confused, the brunette let his fingers fly across the keyboard as he looked up the history.
Something wasn't right. It was too quiet. He needed to investigate if this was something of concern, but didn't want to raise suspicion or cause worry if it was nothing. He could ask teacher to scope the situation for him, but Leon was more skilled at getting information from people than the old nation. He would have China accompany him though, due to his fighting skills and wisdom (not that he would ever admit that to he will never admit it to the old nation), but teacher would get stuck at anything too advanced.
With that thought in mind, the teenager quickly scanned the screen to see who was where, before calling New Zealand. He understood that the Oceanic nation was looking after their Dad/Mum, but he also knew that James was fairly good with computers and was someone that Arthur could trust with looking after his house.
New Zealand was of course wary about leaving England while he was still so quiet, but could tell from the Asian nation's tone that whatever he needed to do was important. James begrudgingly agreed to come and take over Leon's responsibilities, but told Arthur exactly why he was leaving, as there was no point lying to him.
The angel was understanding, albeit disappointed, but he did nothing to stop the younger from leaving. James of course didn't want to leave and tried to put off his departure, but was eventually reassured by both Gilbert and Antonio saying that they would keep an eye on Arthur.
When it came to James's departure, he actually clung onto the Englishman at the door, repeatedly apologising for leaving him. Spain thought the whole display was adorable and felt a bit guilty about not trusting England earlier, and for being the one to have to split them up.
To say that James was in a bad mood when he arrived at England's house was an understatement. Leon was smart enough to completely avoid his adoptive brother and instead just wrote down how to use the equipment, before gathering his things and leaving. The Asian knew that New Zealand just needed some time to cool down and realise that his 'Mum' was going to be fine without him, it wouldn't take too long as New Zealand was a very reliable nation. Of course he would probably be texting the Englishman regularly, but he would probably be more focused than Hong Kong had been anyway.
After double checking that he had everything, Hong Kong slung his bag onto his back and headed to the door. With his hand on the door handle, about to bring it to a close, the brunette called out to New Zealand, informing him of his departure. The usually stoic teen smiled when he heard a muffled reply, New Zealand wasn't one to stay upset for long, unless Australia was the one to cause it.
Shutting the door, Leon started to head down the path, furiously texting on his phone to let teacher know that he was on his way. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he headed towards the garage through the side door, and instantly mounted the silver Triumph motorcycle.
Clicking the button to open the garage door, Hong Kong turned on the engine enjoying the rumble coming from it. He felt as if he was sitting on the back of a powerful beast, a proud lion that purred waiting for its master's command. The teen revved the engine, causing the beast to roar to life.
Feeling his adrenaline grow, Leon revved even more causing the wheels to spin. Smoke started to rise from the tyres, the roar of the engine growing louder. When the garage door was fully raised, Hong Kong released the break and almost fell off the bike due to the speed at which it shot off.
Cackling at the sheer thrill of the wind rushing pass him, Hong Kong allowed himself a moment of fun before he had to meet up with teacher. It was fair for him to have the time it takes to get to the airport to enjoy himself, right? He didn't let himself mull over the thought, instead he rode his Dad's bike down the country lane as he made his way to the airport. It was only halfway through his journey that he realised that he'd left behind his helmet, he didn't really care though, he didn't have anywhere to put the thing when he got on the plane anyway.
Regrettably his journey came to an end as he brought the bike to the side of the airport and knocked on the door. Barely a few seconds passed before a lanky man in his early twenties opened the door smiling. It wavered slightly when he noticed that it was Hong Kong at the door and not England or one of his brothers, but stepped to the side and allowed the teen to enter.
Leon thanked the young man that he knew was named Phil and wheeled the bike inside. It was a small room that had several screens lining the walls and a desk with swivel chair pushed up against the wall under a window. The room had a sweet scent caused by the few plotted plants dotted around the room, but was clean and fresh.
Phil sat down on the swivel chair, span round twice before settling against the desk. The brunette ran a hand through his hair before he typed something on a laptop and turned to Leon.
"Leon right?" The teen nodded in reply. Happy with the response the man span back round and typed a bit more. He then smiled and turned round to the nation.
"Right, your plane is ready, just tell the pilot where you want to go. Here is your letter to excuse you going through customs at the other end, which is probably a good thing judging by what the scanners have picked up to be in you rucksack."
Phil handed the slip over to the teenager, spinning round on his chair yet again. He paused for a moment to examine the bike Hong Kong had brought in then looked back to the nation. "Is that Arthur's?"
"Yeah, he, like, doesn't know I have it though." The man frowned at that, which the teenager picked up on and so quickly added, "I didn't steal it from him, I was, like, house sitting for him when something important came up. I got a replacement, you, like, know James right?"
"Yeah, the one with the strange curly hair? Who is going to collect his bike?"
"Hopefully I won't be long and will be able to pick it up. Or someone else will, like, pick it up when they come round, one of the usual."
The young man nodded his head, this did happen often. People who knew Arthur would stop by, drop something off and then need to travel somewhere, though most of the time it was Arthur himself. Phil was usually the one who was here as he enjoyed his job, it was exciting setting up transportation for 'spies'.
Arthur's lot weren't the only ones he made the arrangements for, but they were the ones that he enjoyed meeting the most. He did after all owe this job to the blonde man. This man who was older than Phil at the time saw the potential in the boy, looked at the boy holding the knife with no fear at all and out stretched his hand. This man with a surprising amount of power convinced the government to give Phil a job where he would be kept fairly busy. Phil's story was the same as those of the other people he worked with and was one that the other nations knew well. They too had all dragged someone off the street and got them a job where they worked for that nation.
"I'm sure Arthur won't mind if you, like, have a go, he has been complaining that it doesn't get enough use." The mysterious teenager smirked before he left the small room and walked onto the runway to the small plane parked outside. He wasted no time in telling the pilot where he was going before getting into the back and making himself comfortable. It didn't take long before they were up in the air and Leon was studying the blueprints he'd printed out before leaving.
"I hope that you needed me for something important, aru. I was meant to be helping Opium's brothers and Norway in spotting them, they are freeing Thailand," China stated with his arms crossed, staring at the teenager in front of him.
"I hope that this is just a mistake teacher, but I, like, couldn't leave this alone," the teenager replied coolly, returning the older nation's gaze. They were at a standoff, seeing who was going to be first to break away, which turned out to be Hong Kong.
China had a victorious smile on his face until a device was thrown at him, catching the elder nation off guard. Questioning eyes looked up to the teenager from the earpiece.
"We need to, like, search the place to see if any action needs to be taken. The ear piece is for if we, like, get separated," Hong Kong explained and walked up to the wall of the building.
"Aiya, things are never easy when it comes to you," China sighed before stepping beside the nation looking for a way in. There was a window open on the second floor, it was small but it would have to do. China walked round so that he was under the window and crouched down, cupping his hands together.
Hong Kong immediately understood the action and took several steps back. Doing a few stretches and taking a deep breath, the young nation locked his eyes onto his target. Ready, Leon sprinted over to China and leaped lightly, his foot landing in the cup formed by China's hands. The Hong Konger barely felt China, before he was launched upwards.
Overshooting the window, Hong Kong silently cursed as he landed on the roof. Not letting this hiccup stop him, Leon slid down so his head was poking over the roof's edge and glared down at the Chinese nation. He saw the older nation mouth that he was sorry, being a superpower he must have accidentally used a little more strength than necessary.
Spotting the window, Hong Kong smiled and did a handstand on the edge of the roof, giving China a mild heart attack. Legs straight, Leon tipped forward until he fell off the roof but used his hold of the edge to his advantage. He angled his body so that it was slightly obtuse and swung off the roof, flying towards the window, before straightening straighten his body out at the last second so he shot right through the open space.
From below, China watched mildly impressed and waited for his charge help him up. This didn't take much time at all as the teenager suddenly appeared at the window, perched a lot like an owl. Leon hung out of the window, his feet hooking onto the panelling and held out his hands. Like Hong Kong, China took a few steps back before running towards the walls, scaling it a bit, losing momentum just as he grabbed hold of Hong Kong's hand. Feeling his teacher take hold, Leon threw China upwards and the older nation landed through the window gracefully, before quickly turning round and bringing Hong Kong back into the room.
The room happened to be a toilet of the government building, which was too clean for Hong Kong's liking. It was if it had just been built and that nobody had ever used it before. The whole building looked new, but Leon knew for a fact that it had been here for a few decades and there was no mention of any renovations in the blueprints.
"That was too easy, I do not like this place, aru."
"Neither do I. Let's, like, do this as quickly as possible and go home." The teenager wasted no time in opening the door and peeked outside, holding his hand up to tell China not to follow. Scanning both sides of the grey corridor, Leon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and left the room, gesturing for Yao to follow.
They stalked down the corridor, their footsteps silent. Holding up his hand again, Hong Kong paused in a doorframe then motioned for China to do the same. The younger's amber eyes narrowed on the object which had caused them to pause.
"I knew this was, like, too easy," the teenager mumbled and started to rummage through his bag. China peeked curiously over Hong Kong's shoulder in an attempt to see into the bag which appeared bottomless. The younger nation made a triumphant noise as he pulled out a gadget, before aiming it at the camera. The small device in Leon's hand vibrated once, and a green light blinked before he put it away again. "It, like, causes the camera to block out whoever is wearing an earpiece. We are now, like, invisible to it."
"Where did you get this, aru?"
"That is, like, for me to know and for you to find out."
The older nation frowned, then raise an eyebrow at the teenager. "It's Opium's isn't it?"
"Isn't that, like, some drug? I don't think an inanimate object can own spy equipment, teacher. You are getting crazy in your old age. Do you, like, want me to take you home?"
"No respect, aru! If I knew what we are looking for I would smack you round the head and leave you behind. Aiya."
If it wasn't due to the fact that Leon had a task which he needed to complete, he would have found his teacher's comment entertaining. Instead, China mentioning what they were looking for caused Leon to remember and focus on his goal.
He needed to get this sorted as quickly as possible. There could be lives at stake, another war could break out, globally. The world's nations could be put in harm's way including his Dad, particularly as his dad and uncles would ultimately be the ones to sort the problem out.
Tuning out China's miniature rant of how the world was full of ignorant children, he peered around the corner to see if the coast was clear. It wasn't. A heavily armed man wearing some sort of military uniform was walking right towards them.
Turning around, Hong Kong put a finger on his lips, telling the other to be quiet. Showing he understood, China nodded and mimed zipping up his mouth, the younger then replied by lifting up one finger and stroking his arm. Again China nodded, knowing that Hong Kong meant that there was one target who was armed.
Cocking his head to the side, China silently asked what Hong Kong planned to do, which the teenager answered by pointing to the bag. Not bothering to try and explain any further, Hong Kong searched the rucksack and brought out a pair of black gloves. He smiled as he slipped them on, a small light blinking on the wrist.
His smile turned into a smirk as he placed one hand on the wall, then the other and started to scale the wall like he had seen England do before. Yao watched slightly impressed as the teen clung to the ceiling and waited until the guard had walked past him, before dropping to the ground, landing soundlessly.
Watching from around the corner, China couldn't help but feel a small amount of pride swell in his chest as watched Hong Kong jab the guard's neck and side, hitting his pressure points correctly, causing the man to slump to the ground. He was also glad that Leon was smart enough to think ahead and not charge straight at the man, as the guard was likely to make a sound and possibly alert others to their presence. The teen nudged the guard's face with his foot to make sure that he was unconscious, before crouching down next to the man.
It was then that China joined the younger nation, his eyes constantly searching for any upcoming threats. Following the lead of the young nation, China crouched beside Leon, ignoring how his joints clicked, and studied the man before him.
"Opium should think about trading his gadgets. It would be good business, aru," the older nation murmured thoughtfully, searching the unconscious man's pockets for anything of use. Hong Kong rolled his eyes at the older nation, but raised his eyebrow when China held up a key card in front of his eyes, swinging it much like a pendulum.
Slightly annoyed at Yao's smug expression, Leon kicked the gun by his foot into his hands and returned an equally smug look. Satisfied in the brief look of annoyance and disapproval that flashed across Yao's face, Leon started to run ahead.
Reacting quickly and not wanting to be left behind, China quickly chased after the teenager, which was easier said than done due to how sharply Hong Kong kept changing direction. The teen dashed down the oddly quiet corridors, keeping an eye out for any threats, but was mainly focused on following the layout in his head.
Skidding to a halt, Hong Kong turned around just in time to catch China who almost fell over due to the abrupt stop. He was about to insult the younger nation for causing him to almost fall over, but was halted momentarily by the need to catch his breath, which worked in Hong Kong's favour. The teenager put four fingers on his arm and tapped twice.
China straightened up, feeling slightly bad for thinking about scolding the Hong Konger and took up a defensive stance. Forcing himself to catch his breath, Yao prepared himself to fight the eight armed men.
Usually this would be easy for him, he was China after all, but he knew that Hong Kong didn't want to alert the other people in the building. The elder nation looked towards the teenager to see if he had any plan of action, his eyes then trailing towards the bag on teen's back.
"No, there isn't, like, anything in the bag to get past the guards. We, like, need to get into that room anyway. What do you think we should do, teacher?"
Surprised that Hong Kong had actually asked for his advice, it took China a few seconds longer than normal to think of a plan of attack. "The best thing to do, I think, is to take them by surprise and take them out as quickly as possible so they won't have the chance to make any noise, aru. You use those gloves that you got from Opium and take some out from above while I attack from the front, aru."
It was a pretty good plan, Leon thought to himself, considering that they didn't have many options and were pressured for time. Showing that he agreed with the plan, Leon slipped the gloves back on and started to scale the walls again.
China waited until Hong Kong was on the ceiling and just above the armed group before he pounced from around the corner, charging at the closest guard. In a blink of an eye, one of the guards was on the ground unconscious. Just when the guards realised that they were being attacked, another one on them lay crumpled on the floor.
The remaining conscious men aimed their guns at the red blur that was the Chinese nation, there was a click, signalling that they were about to shoot. This was when Hong Kong fell from the ceiling, kicking two of the guards in their heads and landing on top of the another. The teen then jabbed the guard in the neck, causing him to become momentarily paralyzed.
The three remaining guards stood back to back, thinking that it would give them a better chance of survival. China ducked under the gun of one of the men and sprung upwards like a spring, thrusting his palm upwards into the man's chin, throwing the man's head backwards.
Hong Kong jumped off the back of the guard he had just taken out, gagging him so he couldn't speak, and skidded through the open legs of the guard in front on him. Once on the other side, Leon sprung back to his feet and hit the guard in the back of the head with the butt of the gun he had picked up earlier.
The last guard had her finger on the trigger, aiming for Yao's head. She took a breath to steady her aim, only to find the old nation right in front of her. She fired the gun, but the Chinese nation had knocked the weapon throwing off the aim. He then disarmed the guard, kicked her in the stomach, causing her to double over, and hit her in the back of the head with her own gun.
The two nations panted lightly taking a short moment to catch their breath and exchange looks, both of them looking pleased with themselves. That was until the siren went off.
Yao snapped his head round to look down the corridor to see if anyone was coming, then looked back to Leon, but the nation wasn't there. No, the younger nation had ran straight to the door and used the stolen key card, which he had stolen from China, to open the door. Quickly, China followed the retreating figure and went into the room.
Inside the room, every wall was covered in computer screens, this was normal considering they were in Japan, but what was being displayed on them wasn't. Every country was displayed on the screens with a list of their strengths and weaknesses. Their allies and trading partners were in red font by the side of their landmass. Hong Kong noticed that there was also a small percentage at the bottom of each screen, though he was unsure of their meaning or significance.
He felt his blood run cold. Next to him China gasped and swore in his native tongue as they both examined the biggest screen that was flashing red. A part of the landmass was completely blocked out in red with a small white symbol in the centre.
He was right. Hong Kong was right and he hated the fact. Yes he was right, but he was also too late. He paid China little attention as the older nation took on a fighting stance behind the teen, telling him that he would try and hold the guards off.
Yao could see how much this discovery had affected and was determined to give the teen some time to digest this. He would fight as many guards as need be, he was China, none of these humans could kill him. He would make sure to buy Leon enough time so he could attempt to hack the computer.
The wailing sirens seemed to reach Hong Kong's ears as he snapped out of his shocked state and went to work. He slid to his knees, digging out a small screen with a cable connected to it from his bag and then plugged it into the bottom of the computer. Fingers working furiously, Leon felt tears well up in his eyes as he saw that he was too late. There was nothing he could do, he had failed.
No. He may be too late to stop the damage already done, but there was still enough time to prevent any more damage. His amber eyes burned with furious determination as he worked against the clock.
Buzz.
Prussia rolled onto his stomach, having been lying on his back in the air, hovering over England, who was reading the newspaper. England did have it so the Prussian could also read the paper, but Prussia had got bored pretty quickly and decided to doze instead. He yawned and glided over to the mobile phone (cell) that was sitting on the coffee table next to the Brit's empty mug.
Picking up the phone, Gilbert then casually drifted back over to the, still reading, blonde on the sofa, and* dropped the device in the other's lap. The Brit halted in his reading to look up at his attacker, frown present on his face, but it quickly melted away when he was met with a grin.
"You got a message," the Prussian explained simply, smile still evident on his face, which soon turned into laughter when he got a look from the Englishman which said 'No, really?'. Rolling his eyes, Arthur threw the newspaper underarm so it gently landed on the coffee table and looked at his phone.
When the blonde's frame shook from silent laughter, Prussia flew closer so he was stretched out on his stomach with his chin resting on the Briton's shoulder. Feeling the Prussian resting on his shoulder, England held the phone a bit higher so the albino could see the screen and read the message. It didn't take long for the Prussian to start laughing as well.
'Yo Brows, what's up? How you doing? I haven't heard from you. Or Norge. You haven't gone on a troll hunting trip or whatever you do when you meet up? Doesn't matter though, he'll pop up at some point. How you doing? Feeling better? I'm bored. I want to go out drinking again, but no vodka this time.'
The message itself wasn't all that funny, it was just that they knew that Denmark had been trying to get in touch with Norway while they were on missions. Belarus had come back complaining once that as soon as Norway had dived into one of the nations, his phone had gone off repeatedly. After 5 times of hearing 'What Does The Fox Say' Belarus had had enough and thrown her knife at the device, it was safe to say that it didn't work anymore. Romania found the whole thing hilarious as he was the one who'd changed the ringtone knowing that it was likely to go off and annoy someone.
"Kesesese. Poor Den must be losing his mind with everyone gone. Have a convo with him." Receiving a glare from England, he quickly added, "A text conversation, I know you can't talk, sheesh."
The ghost stood up, looking around the room for something to do to kill his boredom. Francis was talking to Joan, both of them having a short rest before going off to the next mission so he wouldn't bother them. Seeing that the Englishman's mug was empty, he decided that he might as well get another cup of tea for Arthur while he talked to Denmark. Both of them needed cheering up, England because of recent events and Denmark because he had lost a friend and knew that his other friend was struggling but had no idea how to help him.
"What some tea, Birdie?" Gilbert could tell that it was a stupid question as soon as it left his mouth, he didn't need to see the disbelieving look on Arthur's face. "Ja, ja, I know, you don't need to look at me like that. Gott. I should know that by now, never ask if an Englishman wants tea, they always want verdammt tea. They live off the stuff," the Prussian huffed but with a small smile teasing his lips as he left the room, knowing that Arthur was silently laughing. Gilbert headed straight for the kitchen, taking the mug with him as he didn't want to leave it behind, making the living room look messy.
France watch the ghost leave, smirking ever so slightly at the how the two interacted with each other. He glanced towards the female ghost next to him and knew she was thinking the same thing. "They are like a married couple, they just need rings," Joan smiled, her chin resting on the palm of her hand.
Francis laughed at the thought. "Getting Gilbert to wear a ring would be easy, mon petite lapin is a different story," the Frenchman commented offhandedly, his mind drifting to ways in which he could possibly get the two to wear rings like an actual married couple.
"Oh, I know how you can do it. You will just need a little help from Irlande, he is good at charming items." Seeing the puzzled look on the Frenchman's face, the ghost laughed and pulled on his arm. "We are going ring shopping."
England paid no attention to the giggling Frenchman and ghost, and instead focused on the phone in front of him. Denmark was obviously worried about England considering what had happened at the meeting and was scared that he hadn't heard from the blonde him for a while, that something had happened to him. Despite being a loud country, Denmark cared deeply for his friends and wanted to make sure that they were happy. Arthur no longer cared that Gilbert was taking a while in making a tea, he was more concerned with texting his friend ensuring him that both he and Lucas were well and just enjoying talking to someone different.
Spain watched his friend walk into the kitchen, mug in hand, smiling. He was curious as to why his friend had come into the room but it became clear when he saw the ghost float over to the kettle and switch it on.
"Hola amigo, making another tea I see."
"Ja, I'm bored, Toni. Birdie is chatting to Den."
"I thought that Inglaterra couldn't speak."
"Nien, he is texting, close to talking."
"Oh. If you are bored amigo, why don't you join his brothers and fight some ghosts?" Spain asked honestly, he was slightly confused about the amount of time his friend spent with the Englishman. He hardly left the blonde's side.
"I suppose I could do that, never thought of it before. The awesome me is still injured though, I might slow them down which is not awesome. Birdie did a good job and everything, but coming back from the dead does leave you a bit sore, kesesesese."
"You died?! I thought – well, I don't know."
Seeing how pale Spaniard had become, Prussia immediately caught onto what his friend had thought and decided to calm him down. "Oh nein, that's not it, Toni. I didn't really die... again. I almost did, but I am too awesome to do that."
Spain watched his friend, his dead friend, feeling confused. He was panicking that his dead friend had really died again, it wasn't a normal situation, he didn't know what to do. He was still frazzled about what had happened in his mind and wasn't sure if he would ever truly get over it. He was glad that he had decided to invite them all to stay at his house, it was a distraction.
"Toni? Earth to Toni?" Gilbert waved his hand in front of his friend's face. He had seen how Spain was starting to fall into the dark depths of his mind, becoming lost in his emotions. That was not a place that he wanted his friend to be. It was a dangerous place for any person, let alone a nation. If a nation gets lost in their mind, it can take forever for them to come back due to their past.
"Toni, you are starting to creep me out which is not awesome." The Prussian had now resorted to snapping his fingers in front of Antonio's face. Apparently the change in tactic worked as the Spaniard blinked several times and looked to the ghost, offering a sheepish smile.
"L siento (sorry), I am still having trouble letting this all sink in... Er, what is it like?" Spain attempted to change the subject as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. It actually pained Prussia to see his friend acting like this, he was too quiet, not cheerful enough. He wouldn't let Spain know that seeing him like this troubled him though, he needed to be strong for him, he had plenty of practice anyway in dealing with England.
"What's what like?" The albino had a pretty good idea what the brunette was on about, but wanted his friend to talk to him. They had had fun a few times, but they only lasted for a short amount of time, Antonio was mostly in the kitchen, keeping himself busy.
"Being a ghost, amigo?"
He couldn't help it, he truly tried but he just couldn't stop himself. Gilbert burst out laughing. He knew that he shouldn't and understood why Spain was so hesitant to ask him, it was a sensitive topic really. Was it? Were all ghosts sensitive about how they'd died and about what they now were?... He supposed a lot of them were considering that they were trying to possess people. Spain talking to Prussia in this manner, just made him laugh though.
"Enstchuldigungen (sorry) Toni, you don't need to be scared about upsetting me, I'm awesome. Being a ghost is pretty awesome, look I float. I can walk through walls and I don't need to eat. Ja, there are some bad points, but Birdie made it easier, then Old Fritz taught me the basics and then Foxy helped."
Spain watched his friend spin around like a pinwheel as he spoke, he could feel himself smiling again. He made his way over to the counter top, sat on the bar stool and watched the ghost as Prussia sat opposite him, in the air though not actually on a chair.
"You need to talk to the awesome me, Toni, no keeping things to yourself. Now spill."
This was it, it was nearly over. Wales had just come back with Romania and Canada from their mission. They just had to wait for the others to come back and this whole thing would be over. Just two more nations needed to be set free.
Scotland and North would probably be the first back as they were at currently Poland's house - they had somehow forgotten about him. It was most likely due to them meaning to free him earlier but having been distracted by Prussia nearly dying again. So the usually cross dressing nation, now wearing plain and boring outfits and banning everything fun, had slipped their minds.
Killing the time, waiting for the others to return from their successful mission, they gathered in the kitchen, watching Antonio prepare a feast. Wales had offered to help cook but was turned down politely, Spain had found out that none of the brothers were partially gifted when it came to cooking, besides Northern Ireland.
The brothers were good at cooking certain foods, but they did burn most things as they got distracted. England and Wales were the worst as it turned out that their eyes had a tendency to glaze over when they were cooking, and only snapped out of it by themselves when they smelt the smoke. Sunbeam had explained to Gilbert that it was due to their mother having a curse placed on her when she had angered some spirits by mistake, and it had passed onto her sons, all except North, as she had died before he was born. This was the main reason why the brothers all spent Christmas at the youngest Kirkland's house.
Entertaining himself, Dylan decided to read a book in the living room, but was soon distracted by a bored Romania and had somehow been talked into playing hide and seek. Canada was helping Spain cook, the Canadian wanted to stay close to England but also wanted to remain helpful. He saw England was still acting strange and he didn't blame him, to be honest Canada was surprised that he hasn't had a complete breakdown.
At the moment, Arthur was fiddling with the gold band on his finger, staring at nothing in particular. Gilbert was wearing a matching one, Ireland had put an enchantment on them that sped up healing. Francis was thrilled to find that Joan's plan had actually worked, even more so to see that the rings did actually work as Arthur's fingers were starting to heal. Both of them had no idea what the real reason why they were given the rings. Patrick had told Arthur that he would give him a ring as he was less likely to lose it if it was something that could stay on his finger, being the king of losing things after all. The Englishman had huffed but still put it on and Prussia had put it on just because it was one of the few pieces of jewellery he could still actually wear and he found the thought of both him and England having matching rings funny. He even started joking that they were married, which caused all those in on the joke to almost cry the first time he'd said it.
Now though, the Englishman was staring into space his eyes beginning to glaze over. Spotting this, Prussia watched for a few seconds to see whether it was a good memory or bad one. If good then he would let the Briton relive a happy time, but if it was a bad one then he would have to distract him. Judging by the struggling breaths coming from the angel it was a bad one and he had a pretty good idea as to which one.
He knew what he could do to cheer the Englishman up, so got up and tapped Canada's shoulder. The late teen looked slightly confused when he faced the Prussian, but understood when Prussia nodded at England. Understanding, Matthew laid down the knife he was using to cut the vegetables and addressed his former caretaker.
Seeing that England was under Canada's care, Prussia left the room quickly to get something. He briefly allowed his mind to ponder if the Canadian was confused as to why he himself hadn't snapped England out of his daze, but then he knew that the Canadian was a smart nation and probably knew that he had something to do.
Spain wasn't all that fussed about his friend's departure, the Prussian had been speaking for both himself and England, and he didn't exactly have the quietest voice. It was amusing to watch the pair, Gilbert understanding almost everything that Arthur tried to stay with just his body movements, but it was more entertaining the occasional times where Gilbert didn't have a clue what the other wanted.
Spain himself was starting to understand what Arthur tried to say to him, it wasn't all that hard. The Englishman had a lot of the same mannerisms as Romano and those that were different were similar to those of England's brothers. England was pretty useful around the house, it could mainly be put down to the island nation wanting to kill his boredom, but he cleaned up a lot and even organised Spain's paperwork when he was out shopping one day. At first Spain was pissed off that England had looked at things to do with his country, but Wales later explained that the blonde hadn't read any of them except for the dates they needed to be completed by.
Finishing where Canada left off, Spain hummed to himself. He didn't mind that Canada had stopped, if he needed to comfort England with something then he could, he hadn't asked for any help anyway. He was only preparing everything so that when everyone had returned, he could cook everything then.
"Chigi‼"
Spain's back door was kicked down by a very angry Romano. The Italian was red in the face, his fists clenched, and incredibly pissed off for some reason. The new arrival scowled at the two blondes in the room before spinning on his foot to face Spain, finger pointing at to him accusingly.
"You bastardo, where are my fucking tomatoes, dammit?"
Spain gaped at the Italian. He really did not expect the nation to appear, and so angry. True the Italian was usually in a bad mood, but he usually at least said hello when he entered the room before he started yelling and phoned ahead to say that he was in trouble.
"What tomatoes Lovi? They're due next week."
"Don't lie to me bastard, or are you too much of an idiota to know what day it is?"
Confused, Spain looked to his left to where he kept his calendar. He knew he was right, but telling Romano that he was wrong would just get him even angrier.
"Tch, some boss you are. Bet you were too busy spending time with Tea Bastard and Maple Bastard to pay attention to your fucking responsibilities."
"No Lovi, you don't understand. I am helping Inglaterra and his hermanos (brothers), but I didn't forget your tomatoes. It is the 21st today, they are not due at yours until the 26th."
"You calling me a liar now, bastard? I don't give two shits what you are doing with Arthur, you don't forget what you owe me."
It was at this point that England had to put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing, whereas Canada was still in shock that Romano had actually noticed him and hadn't mistaken him for America. Spain was at a loss, he found himself pressed up against the worktop as the Italian had stomped up to him during his rant.
"Not even going to defend yourself, bastard? Even that Germany does better than that. Pathetic."
"Lovi calm down. I will get them for you now, si? Would you like to help, Inglaterra?" Spain looked over to the Englishman, surprised to find the nation shaking so hard from silent laughter. Still he received a nod from the laughing nation, to the relief of the Spaniard. He wanted something that could possibly distract Romano, and the Italian had been known in the past to be scared of the former pirate.
Arthur was actually crying from laughing so hard. He could tell as soon as he entered the room that Lovino was actually Gilbert. He could tell when a ghost was present and he had become very used to the Prussian's aura, it was strange when he could feel it actually.
This was Gilbert's way of cheering him up, he knew that Arthur would know that it was him, with the others being none the wiser. It was killing him. Spain was getting so worked up that he hadn't noticed the few slips that the Prussian had made such as not calling Germany a potato bastard and using England's human name. Even Matthew had fallen for it, judging by his facial expression.
England laughed even harder as, as Prussia continued to shout, his feet would lift off the ground and the ghost would have to grab hold of something to pull himself back down again. Spain didn't seem to notice that the Italian kept being the same height as him for a second, then shorter again.
The angel laughed even harder, almost bent in half, clutching his stomach, with tears now practically streaming down his face, when Prussia purposefully let his accent slip and seeing the confused expression on Spain's face. It was only when Prussia did his signature laugh did Spain finally clock on and throw something at his friend.
Arthur's laughter was cut short though when he felt a jolt in his mind. His eyes widened in pure horror soundless words escaping his mouth.
"Oh god no."
Prussia saw the change in the angel out of the corner of his eye. Before he knew what was happening, England had jumped to his feet and shot out of the room.
"Arthur!" He yelled out after the Brit, not at all surprised by the lack of reply. Not missing a beat, Gilbert took off after the angel, charging into the garden. Both Spain and Canada hesitated before they too followed the Englishman, just in time to see Belarus, Portugal, North and Scotland getting off Dewi, who Wales had sent to pick them up.
Connor happily waved at his brother as he saw him approach before he registered the look on the Englishman's face. Scotland seemed to notice first as his victorious expression turned to fear. North's arm froze in the air, his skin becoming pale. Blood exploded from the young nation's chest as if shot by a shot gun and he fell back into Scotland's arms.
England fell to his knees, hands clutching his head, screaming. Prussia skidded along the grass, coming to a stop by England's side to see what was wrong, only to find no visible injuries. He soon found out what was wrong when Scotland spoke.
"Northern Ireland has been bombed."
I am a horrible person.
Hope the OC wasn't annoying, he is basically how England gets in and out the country with all his gadgets if there is too many for him to simply teleport to himself. Also teleporting and appearing out of thin air is not very spy like so He will fly in a plane, it is less tiring. A lot of the other countries have something similar to his set in place.
I actually enjoy write Hong Kong and China together, they are fun. Gasp, Hong Kong isn't actually completely blank and has emotions. I'm sorry if that is out of character to any of you but I like to think that Hong Kong has a sense of humour and have facial expressions but just not as much as the others...yeah
Anyway England and Prussia now have rings but don't actually know as to why they have it. Also Prussia deserve an Oscar for his brilliant performance playing the part of Romano.
any way we have more China and Hong Kong next chap, they wasn't really meant to but they took over.
See you next time and review, fav and follow if you want to I am not pressuring you into anything, but China might.