"Hey God, it's me."

"I know it's been awhile…"

"But please help me…"

"I don't want to die."


Bree was terrified. Seriously scared. She was in a room full of men with guns and no back up. She would have to be very careful choosing her words if she wanted this to work. She took a deep breath and gathered her resolve. She was the next in line, the heir to the throne, she could do this.

"I'm surprised that you came alone." said the most important man in the room, Boss Vito. He was sitting behind a desk with a bodyguard at each of his sides. A third bodyguard pulled out a chair for Bree and she sat down.

"I've heard stories of your Aunt's… protectiveness." Boss Vito continued.

"She made sure that I could defend myself before I left home." Bree stated.

"I see." Vito replied. "I understand that there has been an upheaval."

"Yes. The situation has become quite tumultuous. Violence has erupted and innocents are getting hurt." Bree explained.

"Such a situation must be quite hard for your family." Vito said. Translation: I know you've lost power.

"We had a bit of a hard time but we've recovered." Bree stated. Translation: We've got our power back.

"And yet you've come to me for help." Vito pointed out.

Bree frowned. "I've come to see that you honor your debt." She said. Her body language added more. 'You wouldn't want people to think you couldn't be trusted, would you?' It said.

"We're at a stalemate at the moment, and if the conflict continues it could spill out to others countries. It would be better if it were stopped before more families needlessly suffer." Bree continued. Before your family suffers.

Boss Vito was silent for one agonizing moment. "Yes, that would be ideal." He finally said.


Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. She had done it. She had done it. She had successfully gotten help from the mob. She was so happy she could throw up.


The next day Lori took "Emily" out to meet with some cute guys Lori had met the day before. There were four of them. A blond Frenchman, a brown haired Spaniard, an albino that claimed to be from Prussia and… wait… wasn't that the guy who knocked her down in Munich? No, he looked a little different and the personality was way off. He kept yelling at the Spaniard and yelling things like "tomato bastard" and "who asked you to-a visit anyway" and the Spaniard would respond with brotherly affection. It was a rather interesting family dynamic, to say the least.

The four young men introduced themselves as Francis, Tony, Gilbert, and Lovino, respectively. They took Lori and Emily out to tour the city, providing interesting historical facts and openly flirting. Lori flirted right back.

Gilbert took a peculiar interest in Bree.

"Do I have something on my face?" Bree asked when she caught Gilbert staring.

"You just look like someone I used to know." He answered, blushing slightly. Up ahead of them Lori and Francis were laughing at the antics of Tony and Lovino.

"Oh." Bree said, not sure how to reply. The tone of his voice had spoken of love and loss.

"Ja. We used to have fun together. We would drink and prank mein bruder." He stated happily, then his expression grew sad. "One day she moved to America and I never saw her again."

"I was born in America." Bree said. She had no idea what had compelled her to say it, it wasn't all that relevant. Gilbert seemed to react favorably, his mood lightening.

"Really?" he inquired. "How long has your family lived in America?"

"Ah, well, that depends on where you start from." Bree began explained. "Family trees get kind of complicated you know? One line traces back to an Englishman in the pre-revolutionary era, another one goes to a Norwegian, and another goes back to Germany."

"How much do you know about your German ancestors?" Gilbert pressed.

"Not that much." Bree admitted. "I know they came from Munich around the time that the American Civil War was going on and the men got requited by a man from the Union army almost as soon as they stepped off the boat."

Gilbert was oddly silent. Bree looked at him questioningly.

"Vhere did they go?" he said, looking ahead. Bree looked as well, their four companions were gone. The side street they were on was empty. How had they even gotten to such an isolated area without noticing it? Bree mentally berated herself. She had gotten distracted, caught up in conversation, and now she was going to pay for it.

Maybe it had been a charm, or some sort of illusion. Illusions were illegal in Britain but a Death Eater wouldn't care about that. It didn't really matter at the moment, there was time figure it out and come up with a counter measure later. What mattered now was the fact that she had been separated from her companions in the same way a lion might remove a zebra from the rest of the herd and kill it. It was very clever.

Bree and Gilbert were now on a straight and narrow street with a wall on either side. The Death Eater had appeared at one end of the street and the werewolf was at the other. Bree and Gilbert were effectively trapped.

Gilbert put a protective arm around Bree and pulled her close.

"Hand over the girl and you won't get hurt." The Death Eater stated.

"Not going to happen." Gilbert growled.

"I was hoping you would say that!" the werewolf exclaimed with a feral grin. He charged at them. Gilbert swept the werewolf's legs out from underneath him then grabbed Bree by the wrist.

"Run!" he exclaimed, pulling her along. The werewolf was soon in pursuit. There was a crack of apparition as the Death Eater appeared in front of them.

At this point Bree had pulled a gun out of storage.

"Know how to shoot?" she asked.

"Vhere did you get that?" Gilbert muttered as he took the gun from her. Bree only had a spilt second to pull out another weapon as the werewolf charged and the Death Eater began firing curses.

Gilbert dodged the curses expertly and fired two shots as Bree ducked to avoid claw-like fingernails and sharpened teeth while thrusting a silver dagger upward beneath the werewolf's ribcage. Both opponents fell to the ground. The Dead Eater was dead, two shots to the heart, but the werewolf was barely clinging to life.

"Vhy to a vizard and a verevolf vant you dead." Gilbert demanded.

Bree laughed, not taking her eyes off of the werewolf. It was a disturbing, manic sound. She was clutching the dagger and had blood spattered on her hands and dress. She made for a pretty unsettling sight even as her laughter began to cease.

"They don't want me dead, they want me alive." Bree murmured. "Their boss wants me alive, but that doesn't mean they can't torture me a bit."

"Vhy does he want you?" Gilbert pressed. Bree was breathing in short ragged gasps at this point.

"He thinks I can see the future." She said into between gasps. Gilbert put a hand on her shoulder. Bree wrenched her eyes away from the form of the now-dead werewolf to look the albino in the eye.

"You're crying." he stated softly. Bree blinked, was she crying? She hadn't even noticed.

"Is this the first time you've seen someone die?" Gilbert inquired.

"No." Bree replied, "It's just the first time that I… that I've…" she broke down in tears. Gilbert didn't know what to do, so he just held her as she cried.


Police eventually came and collected the bodies. Gilbert and his friends had connections that made the incident go away very fast. They took Bree to an upscale hotel and let her get cleaned up and changed before they questioned her.

After they got the whole story, and Bree's real name, they were ready to take action and wanted to get someone named Arthur involved until Bree managed to but in and inform them that that Britain's magical government had been completely taken over. This caused a lot of multilingual swearing and a few arguments about whether or not war would have to be declared on England in order to handle the Death Eater problem. Bree was lost on most of it, they kept talking about the countries as if they were people.

They finally decided that the best thing they could do at that time was to get Bree faraway very quickly, before her trail was picked up again. And that's how Bree found herself on a plane to South Africa.

The plane ride gave Bree had a lot time to think. Unfortunately her thoughts were about the man she had killed. She remembered something she had told Draco during their "game." What it boiled down to was that the mechanics of killing someone was easy; it's the emotional and psychological toll that's the problem.

She was going to have to get over it. After all, she was probably going to have to kill again if she wanted to survive.


Bree had picked South Africa for a reason. There was an arms dealer there that boasted a very unique collection. He didn't owe a debt, but he eagerly let Bree see his collection anyway. Costumers were always welcome and word about Bree was starting to get around. Bree never saw him in person, or heard his real voice. She was shown around by one of his lackeys while he watched everything on CCTV.

His security precautions were understandable. His collection lived up to the rumors and surpassed them. It was far more the usual salvaged space junk that you usually found on the market. There were alien technologies and weaponry and looked like they'd just been delivered from the factory. It was all in pristine condition, except for one piece that had obviously seen better days but Bree still recognized it and knew instantly that it was the most valuable thing in the room.

She bought a few of the more mundane items than got out of there as soon as she could. Cybertronian technology was hard to come by and people were often killed for it. There was no way she was ever going to get involved with anything from that species.


Bree purposefully traipsed through dangerous territory as she traveled north. It was probably the most stupid move she had ever made. Africa was a dangerous place even if you avoided the war zones, which is what Bree was doing for the most part. What happened in those places was far more disturbing than anything Voldemort had yet to come up with.

The dangerous territory she was going through played host to the big five. The big five got their name by being the most dangerous animals to hunt in all of Africa. Those five were the African elephant, the rhinoceros, the Cape buffalo, the lion, and the leopard. Plus there were many others creatures such as hippos, crocodiles, and venomous snakes. It's like Africa is in a competition with Australia to see which continent has the most animals ready to redefine the word overkill.

But the danger also made Bree's decision to leave an easy to find trail one of the most brilliant ideas she had ever had. Uninhabitable land and animals capable of killing quite easily versus largely unprepared and arrogant Death Eaters? It was easy to see the winner there. Two more Death Eaters were added to list of people that died trying to catch Bree Smith and one had been hospitalized. One fell to a venomous snake and the other to dehydration and a crocodile. The survivor had also suffered from dehydration, Bree came across him and, after having a little bit of "fun" left him for dead.

The deaths were easier to deal with since it hadn't been quite so literally at her hand. She decided that it would be better if she killed from a distance from then on, it would make feeling detached much easier.

Bree felt smug in her victories, the ego she had when she felt she was in full control of everything at Hogwarts was returning. She had overlooked one very important detail until it was looming over her. The full moon was out. Werewolves were after her. She could hear their howls getting closer.

Outrunning werewolves in her animagus form was much easier than as a human. She was smaller and could turn much faster. Normally werewolves don't pay much attention to animals, but these werewolves knew Bree's scent. Their hatred for her was ingrained. She had killed one of their own after all.

Bree was battered and bruised and covered in scratches by the time the sun finally decided to show itself. The werewolves were as weakened and exhausted as she was because of their run thourgh several miles of game preserve. Bree returned to her human form, found a pride of lions and used a few compulsions charms to send them the werewolves' way before changing back and finding a small burrow to sleep in for the day. She fell asleep almost as soon as she was curled up.


Omake

Bree was angry and upset. She was tired of being chased by overconfident morons. She had gotten two of them killed through trickery and deception and a bit of using the heat to her advantage. Bree was smart enough to travel at night at find a cool place to sleep during the day. The Death Eaters weren't as smart and they had quickly become weakened and easier to deal with. The third Death Eater had been a little smarter than his companions and had been better about drinking water.

Bree came across him in the early evening as he rested beneath a tree. Her blue eyes locked with his and she grinned.

"Oh happy day." She said.

When park rangers found the Death Eater he just kept saying the same thing over and over again.

"She's like the sea. She's like the sea."


The sea has neither meaning nor pity. ~Anton Chekhov


I'll leave it up to you to decide what Bree did to the Death Eater.

Crossover with Hetalia. AN anime that deals with personified countries.