(A/N) So, as you can see I have finally managed to get this chapter finished and up. It has been roughly one month, and ten days, from when I uploaded the last chapter, and for that I apologise. The thing is writer's block, as per, and the issues I mentioned at the end of the last chapter. That has passed now, however, funnily enough, shortly after publishing the last chapter, a new issue arose, and that one hasn't ended yet. So, because of that, I haven't been able to sit and ponder, about what to do with the story. I got this out, so that's good.
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this chapter and that it was worth the wait.
No flames please, if you hate it, keep it to yourself. However, if you think it could be better, recommend improvements, as well as what was good, and what was bad.
DISCLAIMER - I do not own Hetalia, or its characters; it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
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Chapter 6: A New Objective, and an Unexpected Alliance
"I sincerely apologise for calling you here on such short notice, but this is a very important issue," Oliver started, as a lot of pissed off faces looked at him. "I understand that the room choice is not appropriate, however, that is not my fault, and you are all going to have to deal with it."
Groans filled the room, as everyone rolled there eyes, excluding Oliver and Allen; the former being sat on a wooden chair with his arms folded, and the latter, stood leaning on the wall with his arms folded.
"Why are we here? Why not the meeting hall?" asked Viktor, the 2P of Russia.
"Oui, I agree. When you said 'emergency meeting' I thought we would meet in the meeting room, not your room," François spoke up, sounding really bored and tired.
"It's small and stuffy in here," complained Zao, as he tried to move further away from François, but couldn't due to lack of space.
"Will you all just shut the fuck up!" yelled Allen, as he went to stand beside Oliver. The room immediately went silent, as everyone looked up at the American; some faces showed annoyance, some faces showed fear. "Good," he said, with a false grin on his face, which everyone could see through straight away. "Now, this is a very important issue, so you better let Oliver talk and listen carefully, or -"
"What?" Allen's brother, Matt, interrupted with a tone of mockery.
"Well, let's just say, my bat hasn't tasted blood in awhile," the American replied, causing Matt to give him a look, that said, 'bring it on, brother.'
"So," Oliver started, looking at both Allen and Matt carefully, "the reason for us not being in the meeting hall, is that this meeting needs to be strictly confidential, for reasons I will explain later. If we were to have this meeting in the meeting hall, then we would have to let Her know that we are occupying the meeting hall, which will cause problems, as she is the issue we are discussing. At least, if we are in my room, as cramped as it is, we do not have to let Her know we are having a meeting, and this can stay -"
"Man, this is soo boring!" Matt hollered. "Just get to the damn point!"
"Shut up, buttercup!" Allen yelled back, causing everyone to look at him quizzically. "What?"
"As I was saying," Oliver started, again. "This meeting is about our counterparts."
"Huh?" Everyone in the room, excluding Oliver, Allen and Zao, said in unison.
"The 1Ps?" asked Kuro, sounding rather monotone.
"Yes," Oliver replied, leaning back in his chair. "Allen had an encounter with his and Luciano's 1P, earlier today. We do not know if there are any others -"
"What?! They're here?!" yelled Flavio, the 2P of Southern Italy, and Luciano's older brother. He looked worried, and began to lean forward in his chair. "The 1P of my fratellino... is here?"
"Again, yes," the Brit sighed. "He is currently in the custody of Her, and Alfie's location is unknown now. We do not know what horrible things She has planned for them, but we are going to try and help them, if we can."
"Ollie, could you please just call him 'Alfred' or better, 'pork-chop'?" Allen asked, with a slight smirk on his face.
"No, I will not."
"Damn..."
"So," Oliver looked at the crowd of 2P nations expectantly. "Are you going to assist us in putting a stop to Her dreadful behaviour, and save the 1Ps?"
"If the 1P of my fratellino is on the line, then yes," said Flavio, as he raised his hand. "I may have lost mine, but I can't let Lovi lose his."
"We can't sit and watch ourselves die, can we?" François agreed, as he raised his hand.
"Anyone else?" Allen asked, as everyone put their hands up too.
"Good, now we need a plan."
(...)
"So..." asked America, as him and the Italy lookalike walked down a long corridor, that was dark and empty.
"What?" the Italy lookalike, Luciano, asked, clear annoyance in his voice.
"Where're we going?"
"We?! There is no we!" Luciano turned to face America. "There is me, and me only."
"Aww, c'mon, we can help each other out, and -"
"No! As far as I'm concerned, you are some stupid kid following me! I've got my own things to do, and you -"
"If you're like Italy, then that makes you 20, right? You know, in terms of physical age, I mean."
"Si."
"Then, that makes you one year older than me, making you -"
"Shut up!"
America immediately quieted down, as Luciano turned and continued walking, with the American following in tow, much to the Italian's dismay. He thought this version of the kind, optimistic, cheerful Italian was awful, and wondered if he even had any friends. If he didn't, the blonde wasn't surprised.
He felt like he really needed to get on this guy's good side, sure he may be moody, bossy, and overall, not so pleasant to be around; but unlike his Italy, this other Italy seemed confident, and for some reason, manipulative; he just had that air about him. Maybe, he could help him find Italy if he asked him; being a 2P, the guy may know this place like the back of his hand, or glove, and could guide him around with his eyes closed; well if he's like Italy maybe, but this dude hadn't closed his eyes once, unless blinking counts.
He decided, he was going to ask him. The American could already predict the answer, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.
"Hey, Luciano, that is your name, right?"
"Si, what do you want now?" He still sounded grumpy.
"I was wondering if you could help me out with something..."
The Italian paused with a sigh. "Help with what?"
This was his chance, he better not blow it.
"You see, my friend went missing and I don't know where he could be. He looks a lot like you actually -"
"What?!" The shorter man turned to face the American almost instantaneously, with an expression filled with rage. "Shit!" he slammed his fist on the nearest wall next to him, which caused a slam to echo throughout the corridor.
That reaction was unexpected. Is it still worth asking? He'd have to try.
"So," America started, awkwardly. "I was wondering if you could help me find him? 'Cos ya know, a hero can't rescue the damsel in distress without a sidekick; and you've heard the saying, 'the more, the merrier,' right? Well, back to the last statement, I wouldn't call him a damsel, as he ain't female, but -"
"Alright! Quit with your rambling, you are getting on my last nerve!"
"You mean -"
"Yes, I will give you a hand, but only to save my idiot of a 1P. Then, you are on your own."
"Thanks, dude. I'm so grateful for -"
"First," Luciano interrupted, raising his hand to tell the blonde to shut up. "We need to clear a few things up. Follow me."
"Sure," America replied, as he followed the Italian into a small room on the far left of the corridor. It only had a small wooden table, and two wooden chairs, perfect for the two of them. What a coincidence that this room just so happened to be close by.
"Sit," the Italian ordered, as he took the chair opposite America. "So, first things first, what is your name?"
"America, of course!"
"I gathered. You are loud and obnoxious enough to be American, and you also happen to look a lot like Allen, with a few differences in terms of hair colour, eye colour, and skin tone. Allen also does not require the need for glasses either. So you must be his 1P," Luciano observed, in almost a mumble. Voice back to normal volume, he added, "We do not use nation names here, we mostly use our human names. Of course, you have one right, otherwise, I have no idea how you kept the fact that you are a walking, talking, and breathing nation a secret."
America didn't get why his human name was important, but he had to get this guy's trust.
"Alfred F. Jones," he answered with a sigh.
"Ha, I thought so," the Italian looked pleased with himself.
"You knew?!"
"Yes, I did," he replied, facial expression turning serious again. "I know your 2P very well, and he has mentioned you before." America thought he saw the dude's cheeks turn pink, but thought it was wise not to mention it. "Anyway, I may have an idea of where Feliciano might be, however, I need to know what happened? How he went missing I mean."
How did he know Italy's human name, but not his? Well, it does make sense, considering he is Italy's counterpart.
Taking a deep breath, the blonde answered with, "Okay."
(...)
In a dark, murky cell, sat a man with auburn hair, quivering as tears ran from his amber eyes, to his cheeks. He looked ahead in pitch black, praying to be back home, and hoping that this was all a dream.
"America, where are you?"
Help me, per favore...
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I actually felt genuinely sad writing that last bit, as Italy is my favourite character. So... did you like it, I hope so. I hate my tablet keyboard. That's useless info. Anyway, I hope the next chapter comes out much quicker this time. Improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest ideas for future chapters. R&R and thanks for reading!
