(A/N) This chapter is up much quicker than last time. I'm pleased with that. Anyway, I worked hard on this chapter, so I hope that it is enjoyed and receives love. 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 7: Let's Put This Plan into Action!
"I see," Luciano started, as he rested his chin on the back of his hands. "So you entered a sketchy looking room, the door shut on its own, Feliciano went missing, and you got gassed, which was when I found you?"
"Yeah, that's right," America confirmed, guilt showing on his face. "I guess I was stupid for even checking that room to begin with."
He looked expectantly at Luciano, as the man sighed and sat back in his chair.
"You are indeed correct," he finally said. "However, I have a feeling that you show signs of stupidity on a daily basis."
"Hey!" America screeched, standing from his chair. "That wasn't very nice!"
"It may not have been nice, but it is true," the Italian gestured the blonde to sit back down, which he complied. "We are not here to discuss how thickheaded you are, we are here to discuss what we are going to do from here on out."
"You said you knew where Italy was, so -"
"Yes, I do know where he is. He is currently in the custody of that cagna, which would be in a cell with high surveillance. She would be watching over him, along with guards, who are heavily armed, making escape, or rescue impossible."
"Gee, that's reassuring. So, do we have a plan?"
"Of course I have a plan," Luciano leaned in, his voice just barely a whisper. "The cell my counterpart is being contained in, is inside the building opposite to this one. Although I have been, I will say evicted, I still have the keys and key cards to this building, as they neglected to search me before letting me go."
"That's soo cool."
"I'm not finished. Luckily for us, as I was heading to the other building anyway, we are very close to this building's back exit. We continue as normal, and as soon as we reach the exit, we have to be stealthy, because there are searchlights and cameras outside of both premises. Once we are inside, we search for my counterpart, being as quiet as possible. After we have found him, we get out of there as quickly as possible, then we go our separate ways."
"You make this sound so simple."
"I know. At least you are smart enough to know that this is not going to be an easy task."
"It's obvious that it isn't, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out," the American stood from his chair again. "Lead the way, Luciano."
The red-head stood from his chair. "Gladly, but do not give me instructions again, Jones, I follow my own orders."
With that, Luciano stood, and headed towards the door, however, America stopped him.
"'Jones?' Can't you just call me 'America'?"
"No, as I have said, we do not use nation names here. Now, follow me."
With a plan in the works, America followed the 2P of Italy, to save a fellow nation, who just also happened to be a friend of his. He was determined to succeed, and if the going got tough, then he will push harder.
'Hold on, Italy... I'm coming for you.'
(...)
"So, I know we are going to help them, but how are we going to do that?" asked Viktor, as he looked in thought.
"He does have a point," said Zao. "We have no idea where Allen's 1P is, and Luciano's 1P is in the custody of Her, which is a heavily guarded area."
"That makes no difference," Kuro spoke up flatly. "Allen's 1P wouldn't have ventured too far, as there is no way he would be able to exit the building without security finding him. Hopefully, we should be able to find him easily while we are heading towards the back exit."
"Back exit?" asked Matt, as he looked at Kuro with curiosity. "Why the fuck would we be heading there?"
"Matt!" Oliver shrieked, as he looked at the Canadian with rage. "What have I told you about using such language?!"
"Shut up, you drama queen!" Matt stood from his spot on the floor, and proceeded to head towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Allen asked, with a slight hint of mockery in his tone, as he gave off a smirk and folded his arms.
"Nowhere that concerns you, brother," he replied, as he slammed the door shut after him.
Everyone in the room stared at the door, in both shock and confusion. They didn't know what had caused that sudden outburst, but found it very unnecessary.
"That was a bit of an overreaction," stated Zao, as he turned to face the front, followed by everybody else.
"What was that about?" François asked, as he looked up at Oliver.
"I wish I knew," the Brit replied, folding his arms as a look of sadness and guilt appeared on his face. "You all know how much I despise curses, swears, racial slurs and other inappropriate words. I would greatly appreciate it if none of you used such language in front of me. Although, I may have been too harsh on the boy."
"Matt's reaction to a little telling off was nothing, but pathetic and childish," Flavio stated, causing the other occupants in the room to look at him with surprise. "He knows that you are sensitive to curses, yet he still chooses to use them in your presence. We may be 2Ps, but it doesn't hurt to show one another some respect." After his little rant, he took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Oliver, how are we going to help those poor 1Ps?"
The Brit looked in thought for moment, before frowning. "But, what about Matt?"
"He can wait, these 1P's lives can't."
"He has a point, Ollie," Allen told him, as he stepped closer to face everyone. "To answer Matt's question before he left, yeah, a back exit does exist. We will be using the back exit to get to where Feli is being held, without much detection."
"However, there are searchlights and cameras outside of this building and the prison building," Oliver stated, still feeling guilty about the previous incident. "We would have to sneak around, and be as quiet as mice, unless you all want to end up with death in your foreseeable future."
The 2Ps looked determined, as they listened to Oliver and Allen explain the plan to them in great detail. They were each told their roles, their strategy for infiltrating the building, what security was going to be like inside the building itself, and how they are going to pull off the escape. It all sounded so simple, yet they knew it was going to be a tough mission, and they needed an extremely good strategy if security was as tight as Oliver and Allen were saying it was.
"This plan sounds like it could work," said Lutz, speaking up for the first time during the entire meeting. "However, we haven't gone through how we are going to get the 1P in question out of confinement."
"Good point," Allen mumbled, placing a hand on his chin.
"We may have to convince Loki, the key keeper, to give us the spare key card to the lad's cell," Oliver suggested. "Like me, he is a magic user, so we get on quite well."
"Is he the Romanian one, or the Norwegian one?" asked Allen, placing the hand that was once on his chin, on his hips.
"The Norwegian," the blonde replied.
"The wacko that is obsessed with fire?" asked Zao, with a look of disdain on his face. "You'd better hope that he doesn't burn the key, or you if you go there."
"Do not be ridiculous," Oliver told him. "Yes, fire does indeed fascinate him, however, he does not incinerate everything he comes into contact with."
"Tell that to the anime posters in my room," Kuro said sourly, as he folded his arms. "And my manga and DVD collection."
"Okay, Oliver is going to go speak to Loki, then he is going to be turned into toast, and we mourn his loss," Allen said. "Is everyone in agreement?"
Everyone nodded slowly, excluding Oliver, who looked insulted and not impressed.
"I am not going to be toasted, and I will ask for the key now," the English man said sternly, as he stood and walked through the door.
After Oliver left, Allen turned to the remaining 2Ps in the room.
"We leave tonight."
(...)
"We are leaving now," Luciano stated, as he was stood in front of the a rusty grey door, which was supposedly the back exit. "Jones, do you have a weapon to use, just in case we run into trouble when we are in the building, or if something were to wrong on the way to the building?"
"Yeah," he replied, taking out the handgun he found in the office when he was on his way to save Italy the first time.
"Having a gun is fine, but do you have any ammunition for it?" The Italian asked. "It would also be much preferable if you had a silencer attached, so it does not make noise when you fire it."
"I don't have a silencer, but I do have ammo," the American presented his three boxes of bullets. "Can we go now? Italy needs us, and -"
"How dare you!" Luciano growled, stomping towards the blonde, as he took his knife from his sheath, and pointed it at the American's neck, backing him into a wall. "We go when I say we go, we do things my way, and you do as I say!" He tilted his head to the right slightly, as his magenta eyes glowed, and a sadistic smirk appeared on his face. "Is that clear, Jones?" He asked, in a stern, but amused voice.
"Yeah, sure, just get that knife away from me!"
"Very well," he said in his usual voice, as his expression relaxed and his eyes lost their glow. He placed his knife back into his sheath, and looked slightly apologetic. "I'm sorry for having to do that, but you have to learn to listen to your superiors. As long as you are with me, I'm your boss, you listen to me, obey me, and respect me. "
"I just asked if we could leave sooner."
"While I was checking if we were prepared," he placed a knife with a plain black wooden handle engraved with the initials 'LV' into America's hands.
"Why are you giving me this?"
"Since you do not have a silencer for your gun, it would be best for you to use it only if necessary, as it could draw unwanted attention. You can only use the knife, as it is quieter."
"But what about you? Isn't this knife yours?"
"That one is not mine, well, it was mine once, it is my old one from two years ago. It is now yours." He took out his knife from its sheath again. "This is the knife I use currently," he showed off his knife, which had a dark brown leather handle, and a sharp, pointed blade. Looking at it made America glad that he had complied with the Italian's wishes.
Putting the knife back in its sheath for the second time in that hour, Luciano turned to the door.
"What do these initials mean?" America asked. "Is it the people that made this?"
"No, they are my initials; Luciano Vargas," the Italian replied. "I always engrave my initials on my knives, I just haven't done it to my current one, and that is because it's leather. The knives I've used in the past have had wooden handles. Now, put that away, and let's go."
"Sure," the blonde replied, as they walked through the door.
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And things are, hopefully, getting more interesting now. I actually had fun writing this chapter for some reason, I guess it was just the sudden flow of ideas, that I am not used to. Writer's block is my nemesis. Yeah, sorry if Luciano was kind of an ass towards the end, he wasn't supposed to come off as evil, or malicious, and I also apologise for the lack of description, but that's because this chapter takes place in scenes already described. I better end this now, as it's going on long enough, and my tablet screen has gone dark due to it being on 5%. Oh, the joy. 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!
