Hetalia

Tri-Stars

Three ordinary girls somehow get transported into the anime world of Hetalia, where they're somehow called "Elements". More importantly, everyone around them is crazy, there's a lot of really hot/perverted guys, it's only 1942, and a meteor is coming to "end" World War II...and the world!

CHAPTER FIVE

Capital

Germany sighed, placing Italy onto the futon rather unceremoniously, but still with enough care to not jostle the other nation around too much.

Germany glanced at Italy, before carefully drawing the blanket up to the young man's neck. As he did so, Italy suddenly started laughing, startling Germany so that he fell backwards.

"Ve ve ve ve ve..." Italy breathed, and returned to his normal sleep.

Jeez, he sleeps like a little kid... Germany rolled his blue eyes, and got up. In a way, Italy was a lot like Emma - both of them seemed to have a child-like innocence about them.

He glanced towards the front of the house when he heard a shout from there. Now vat? The tall nation wondered in frustration, heading back down the hallway, and increasing his pace when he thought he heard a familiar voice. Nein...of all places, he had to show up here?!

"You should feel honoured to be beneath the awesome me, Emma! Can you feel my five meters yet?" A voice laughed in a creepy way.

Germany was running now.

"How do you know my name?!" Emma wailed, in her high-pitched voice. "Please get off of me, Prussia!"

Germany bolted out the front door, sprinted down the path, and out onto the street, where saw his older brother pinning their house-guest/prisoner to the pavement. With her broken wrists, she couldn't push him off her, but she did do something else - she brought up her right knee, and kneed him hard in his five meters.

Prussia cried out in pain and rolled off of her, giving Germany the opportunity to rush over, grab the violated young woman around her waist and hustle her and Japan into the house, where he slammed the sliding door shut and locked it.

Prussia was not happy about that.

"West, you can't lock me out where nobody new can bask in my awesomeness!" Prussia howled. "We followed you all day to get this far!"

"Zat's even more reason for you to stay out!" Germany yelled back. "And who's ve?"

"So yo, España!" A new voice declared. "I want to meet Emma, too!"

Germany cringed, with a little yellow mark by his head for emphasis. "Oh nein, both of you, stay out!"

"Not until I meet the bella dama!" Spain declared.

"Is that Spain?!" Emma called, interested all of a sudden. "Buenas noches, Señor España!" She used what she'd learned from watching Madeline as a child.

Japan, looking at Emma and wondering why she seemed so happy, muttered: "Prease, Emma-San, such roud voices are probabry upsetting my neighbours..."

Emma flinched. "S-sumimasen, Japan-Sama..." She apologized.

And, just then, Italy walked sleepily out into the front hall. "Quello che sta succedendo?" He wanted to know what was going on.

A third voice said, loudest of all: "Hey, you potato-bastard, open the damn door!"

Italy immediately brightened. "Ah, il mio fratello Romano!" He cried, hurrying to open the door.

Germany groaned, and looked at Japan. "Kill me now, gefallen..."

So, it was only Emma's second night (if you counted the one where she'd been unconscious as the first) at Japan's house, and she was being introduced to another three nations. So, why was she so happy?

Yes, why AM I so happy? Emma wondered, as she sat with her legs tucked under her across a low table from the three newcomers. I don't like meeting new people, but...at the same time, I'm learning more about this world. I don't know what to say to them, but I'm happy to meet them! Well, except Prussia...he kind of dry-raped me, didn't he...? She cringed. Prussia was still looking at her with that look on his face. It was starting to creep her out.

Romano (he looked like Italy, but had a darker hair and skin colour, plus, kept his eyes open), Prussia and Spain (he had brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin) sat on one side of the table. Italy and Emma sat on the other side and, once Japan brought them some tea, he sat next to Emma.

Emma glanced at her tea-cup, then at her hands and then, remembering their trip to the convenience store earlier, pulled out the straw from her bottle of water that she'd gotten, and stuck it in the tea cup. Nobody questioned this.

Germany was seated at the head of the table, like some kind of dictator or something, and sighed. "Vell, zen, lets get down to business, ja? Vy are you here?" He seemed to be talking mainly to his brother, who stopped staring at Emma to switch to a pouty expression and glare at his younger brother.

Spain was the one that answered. "Why, we came to see the chica nueva, por supuesto!" He reached across the table, gently took Emma's right hand, and kissed her fingertips, making her blush. "Encantada de conocerte."

Emma gently tugged her hand back, and stammered: "Y-yes, well...umm..."

"Vait, how did you know zat she vas here?" Germany wanted to know.

"We didn't, you bastard, like that albino said, we've been following you all day!" Romano rolled his eyes, and then glanced at Emma. "I, unlike that guy over there," he nodded his head at Spain. "Didn't come to see you! I came to see that idiota, my baby brother." He nodded towards an oblivious Italy. "Why are you still here, anyway?" He asked his brother.

"Because these quatro are my amici, fratello Romano!" Italy replied happily, before taking a sip of his tea and burning his mouth on the hot liquid. He began fanning his mouth in a panic.

"I-Italy, spit it out first!" Emma exclaimed, holding up her hands but not really able to do much else until Italy had spat the tea back into his cup. She then handed him her water bottle. "Fate attenzione." She scolded him lightly, as he thankfully drank the rest of the bottle. "Scommetto che fanno male..."

"Si..." Italy nodded, wiping the tears from his face. "I don't want my tea anymore...you can have it, ve..." He pushed the cup towards her.

"Uh...no, thank you..." Emma cringed, but then patted Italy's arm reassuringly, and he smiled at her.

Romano was watching them. The stupid cagna's not so stupid after all... He thought, then instantly dismissed the thought. She's a crippled cagna...

The others appeared not have noticed Italy's little mishap, and were involved in their own conversation about what they were doing here.

Emma noticed that Italy was starting to look tired, and she felt pretty tired herself, but she had no idea how to ask to take her leave.

Thankfully, Germany stood up and said: "Ve should be settling down now, I think, as ve have much work to do tomorrow."

Italy nodded tiredly, and stood up, followed quickly by Emma.

"Excelente!" Spain clapped his hands together. "So then, which room shall I be sleeping in, todo el mundo?" He wanted to know, looking around at them all with a smile.

"You mean...you intend to stay ze night?" Germany looked surprised, and then suspicious, and then he glanced at Japan, whom shook his head ever-so-slightly. "I don't think zat zere's enough room for you all to stay..." The German said.

"That's okay. Kesesese..." Prussia zipped over to where Emma was, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I'll just sleep awesomely with Emma tonight!"

"Get out of here!" Germany cried.

"Of course, we could always make it more awesome..." Prussia suggested, his red eyes glittering and making Emma feel like she was being mentally undressed. "Become my capital, gefallen?"

It was such a simple statement, one that made little to no sense to Emma, but it caused such a big uproar that it caused Emma to freeze up instantly.

Italy gasped, and Japan jumped to his feet looking unusually openly shocked. Spain seemed somewhat at a loss for words though he was smiling slightly, and Romano just rolled his eyes and muttered: "Hypocrite..."

But, it was Germany's reaction that was really the most notable, as he lunged forwards and grabbed Prussia by the collar, swinging him around to slam him up against a nearby wall. He turned back to look at Emma, his blue eyes blazing with some kind of fierce fire that she didn't quiet understand. "Emma, say nein!" He commanded her.

"Wha-?"

"Say it!"

"N-nein? I m-mean, no?" Emma stammered, still wondering what the Hell was going on.

Germany sighed, and let Prussia slide to the floor at his feet. Glaring down at his older brother, he muttered, in a voice as cold as ice: "Don't you ever ask her zat again, verstehen?"

"Not unless she wants me to, ja..." Prussia was acting like nothing had happened, as he picked himself up off the floor and dusted himself off. "Then, you'll have even more reason to be jealous of me. Kesesese..." He chuckled.

"Why?" Emma wanted to know, as she was still very confused. "What did he mean?"

Germany ignored her, and said: "Japan, take Emma to her room. I vill stay in ze same room as her tonight." He ignored the looks he got from Emma, Spain and Prussia when he said this, and continued with: "Italy can share a room viz his bruder, and Spain can share a room viz mine."

"But..." Emma began.

"Zis discussion is over." Germany stated flatly, turning away from her.

As Japan led her away, with Italy following, Emma asked again what the albino nation had meant.

"He should not have asked you, no, no." Italy looked unusually solemn, for once. "It's very, very privato. For two people only..." He added, like that explained a lot.

"Meaning?" Emma rolled her eyes, wishing that she'd been allowed to finish her green tea.

"What Itary-San means is that somebody may terr you, one day," Japan said quietly, leading them past the bathroom and the laundry. "But, it hopefurry won't be Prussia-San..." He added.

Emma just blinked. She didn't have any new information, and she sensed that she wasn't going to get it that night.

"Ve, but, you will know it when the time comes!" Italy said, cheerful again. "Buonanotte!" He told them.

"O yasumi nasai, Itary-San." Japan replied.

"Goodnight, Italy." Emma added.

Italy tugged on the sliding door handle of the room just opposite to Emma's. "Huh?"

Japan sighed. "It srides the other way, Itary-San."

"Oh, right!" Italy grinned sheepishly, and finally retired to his room for the night.

Japan turned to face Emma. "My room is connected to yours by a sriding door, you may crose it if you wish." Emma nodded. "There are some crothes that my housekeeper has reft for you that she no ronger uses, and there is a second bathroom down the harr from here that you may use."

"Does it have a lock on the door?" Emma wanted to know. Wait, he has a housekeeper?

Japan nodded, much to Emma's relief. "Hai. Do not worry about our guests - I berieve that is why Germany-San has chosen to be your room-mate."

Emma thought about that. "Yes...yes, I see...alright then."

"Anymore questions?" Japan asked her.

Emma shook her head, and then thought of something, as Japan turned to go. "Oh, matte!" She reached out took his shoulder.

Japan froze.

"What's going to happen tomorrow?" Emma wanted to know.

"I do not know for sure, but Germany-San wirr ret us know." The Asian nation replied. "O yasumi nasai, Emma-San."

"O yasumi nasai, Japan-Sama..."

As Emma fell asleep that night, with her back facing away from the second futon that was across the room from her, she thought: I've GOT to figure out a way to get them all to that island, but...do I even want or need to be rescued from here?

During the night, a skulking figure slipped through the sliding door to Emma and Germany's room, and lay down on one of the futons, kesesese-ing silently to himself...

In the morning, Germany woke up early, as he usually did, and stretched, knowing that soon he would have to try and prod Italy to woke up and get moving.

His hand touched something behind him, something soft. he froze, wondering what on Earth it could be, and then he noticed a figure standing by the door, looking stunned. It was Emma, and her face was red and, after a moment of confusion, Germany discovered why.

Prussia had apparently snuck into their room during the night, intent on sleeping next to Emma for some perverted reason, but he'd mistaken Germany's futon for Emma's, and, so, as a result, he was snuggled up to his younger brother's side.

He was also bare naked.

Emma's eyes were about the size of dinner plates, as she silently slid the door open behind her, walked out backwards, and slid the door shut again. She leaned against the door, and shuddered. Thankfully, the bed sheets and Germany's body had covered everything, but she was still emotionally scarred for life.

As Prussia woke up, the entire neighbourhood could hear Germany yelling at him: "ICH WERDE SIE VERNICHTEN!"

At the kotatsu that morning sat Japan, Italy, Germany, Emma, Spain and Romano. Prussia was outside, tied to a tree with the bed-sheets, and gagged with a pillow-case.

Germany and Emma both drank deeply from cups of Boss Coffee, before setting them down on the table in unison, as Japan's housekeeper cleared away the breakfast dishes. She was a smiling young Japanese woman named Kiki, and spoke not a word of English, only Japanese, and that was when she spoke at all. She seemed to be very quiet. Just like Japan...

"So, what's the orden del dîa for the day, hmm?" Spain wanted to know.

"Japan, Italy and I have a meeting viz Japan's boss," Germany stated, and Emma tried not to bristle. "Vere ve vill be given our next assignment."

"And, Emma?" Spain smiled at her, and she smiled back, awkwardly.

"She's coming viz us." Germany said quickly, glancing out the window to where his brother was still incapacitated. "As long as she keeps quiet." He added.

"You mean, as long as I d-don't have a go at Japan-Sama's boss for screwing with m-my homeland the other day?" Emma snapped. Ooookay, the coffee hasn't settled in yet...

Germany glared at her. "Ja." He said coldly.

Emma shrugged. "Hey, that's war, mate." She turned away from Germany, and began testing out her wrists and fingers, finding that, to her surprise, they didn't hurt at all. Hmm...must not've been that bad of a break... She thought, and then cringed when her fingers cracked. Oops...

Emma fidgeted nervously, biting at her fingernails and shifting around a bit.

Germany eyed her sideways. "Stop zat." He hissed to her.

"I can't help it." She muttered back. "This place is m-making me n-nervous..." They were walking through a very scary and military-styled building. Emma was feeling apprehensive, not wanting to hear battle plans against her country, and not sure how she would be responded to by the

'enemy'.

Japan and Germany had also been nervous about bringing her along, but what choice did they have? She was not to be trusted by herself, yet, and she was not to be trusted with Prussia and Spain, either. They supposed that one of them could have stayed behind to watch her, but they were meant to be in this meeting today, so what choice did they have?

However, this may not have been the best place to bring an Australian citizen during World War Two...

Realising this, Germany instructed Emma to wait just outside the door, warning her against running off anywhere. And, when Italy volunteered to stay and keep her company, Germany seemed to relax a little bit, and he and Japan entered the room beyond the big red and gold painted doors.

"Soooo...what's this meeting about anyways, Italy?" Emma wanted to know.

Italy shrugged nonchalantly, stretching out on the bench next to her like a cat. "Non lo so...I think they're going to try and attack America again, or something..."

"Oh, well, I should hope not - what a terrible thing to do to another nation!" Emma exclaimed, earning her a curious glance from a passing janitor...

"Oh no, oh absolutely no!" Krystal held up her hands in the shape of a cross, like the Allies were all a bunch of Vampires that she was trying to ward off. "There is no way I am getting on a plane again, no way! Mayling, tell them!"

"Krystal, we have to take this plane if we wanna find Emma." Mayling reasoned.

"Can't we take a boat?" Krystal wanted to know.

"That'd take too long, love." England told her, gently, seeing as how she seemed really scared of flying. "This plane will get us to Seychelles in just under a day."

"Yes, but what if it crashes?" Krystal wanted to know.

"Hah hah," America laughed, and clapped Krystal on the back. "My planes never crash, dudette! It's totally, a hundred percent safe!" He walked a few paces and struck a pose on the tarmac. "And, if I'm wrong, may I be hit by some sort of flying object!"

A massive shuriken suddenly came spinning out of nowhere, and hit America, embedding itself into his head.

Everybody else stared at him.

He muttered: "Say anything...and I will kill you..."

"...So, then monkey says to Rabi..." Emma was saying, just as two Japanese men in military uniforms approached her.

"Excuse me, Miss.?" One of them said to her, briskly.

"Excuse me, interrupting punch-line." Emma crossed her arms.

"Sorry." The speaker looked ashamed.

His comrade nudged him. "Stop talking in English!"

"Sumi."

The second man stared down at Emma, and asked her: "Gaikoku-jin?"

Emma stared back at him, suddenly feeling apprehensive. He was asking her if she was a foreigner! "H-hai?"

"Ryoken?" The second man held out his hand, asking for her non-existent travel papers!

Emma paled visibly, and turned to Italy, whom just looked confused. "Documenti di viaggio?" She mouthed to him.

He tilted his head to one side, and then nodded. "Ah, si!" He stood up, and dragged Emma up to a standing position with him. "See, she has no documenti di viaggio - she's from Australia!"

Emma wanted to faint.

"Australia?!" The two soldiers seemed stunned for a moment, before exchanging a glance, and then drawing their weapons.

"Eh?" Italy looked confused for a second, and then he glanced at the guns, and then back at Emma. A lightbulb went off over his head. He suddenly grabbed Emma's hand, and did what he did best - he ran.

"Teishi!" The soldiers shouted, but Italy was not known for his running away skills for nothing. He took Emma through multiple corridors and hallways, up and down flights of stairs and always managing to avoid getting shot by the Japanese soldiers. Well, not that they were shooting at him, but...

Somehow, they managed to find their way onto the rooftop.

Emma gasped for air, and Italy sweatdropped, before looking around them for their next course that they could take.

"We're trapped!" Italy declared, as they stood there on the edge of the roof.

Emma wanted to pass out for the second time that morning, for more than one reason.

Thundering footsteps could be heard from below them.

"Only one thing left to do!" Italy produced a white flag from nowhere, and also gave one to Emma. "We surrender!"

Emma snatched his white flag from him. "You're...you're not the one that...they're after, Italy!" She cried, just as a hundred or so Japanese soldiers stormed onto the rooftop and, in a second, the guns were all aimed at her. Oh, great...

Japan and Germany had exited the meeting room, to find that Emma and Italy were not where they had left them, surprise, surprise...

Walking out of the front doors of the building, Japan and Germany briefly considered what they were going to do next. A soldier rushed past them, carrying a gun, and muttering something about an Australian invasion.

Japan and Germany both froze and then, on instinct, they both looked up at the rooftop.

Standing on the edge in her white naval uniform, Emma was slightly off-balance as Italy, in his blue suit, clung to her, yelling something about please not shooting either of them.

"Italy!" Germany shouted. "Nein!" Leave it to Italy to start a riot...

"Emma-San!" Japan cried softly.

Italy looked down at them both. "Ah, Germany, Japan, please save us-AHHH!" He suddenly shouted, as this motion caused both him and Emma to lose their balance, and fall over the edge of the building!

Germany cursed loudly in his native language, and Japan felt like his heart was stopping, as well as time and space.

Just as he realised this, a soft red glow burst forth from Emma's chest...no, from the pendant she was wearing around her neck! It swiftly enveloped her and Italy, slowing their fall drastically, as Italy clung to Emma's waist and sobbed. Emma, meanwhile, held both of her arms out on either side of her and, with both of the white flags still in her hands, it made a very strange sight to see, indeed...

They floated together back down to Earth, coming to rest very gently and, more importantly, safely, on the ground in front of Japan and Germany.

The glowing stopped, and Emma put her arms down, looking shocked.

Time and space returned to normal, and Italy let go of Emma to throw his arms around Germany in a fit of hysterics, babbling uncontrollably in his native language.

Emma, meanwhile, was having a mini staring contest with Japan, her face now pink as she tried to look away, but couldn't. She hadn't quite pieced together these events, just yet...

Japan was silently trying read her mind, trying to make sense of what had just happened, as was she.

Just then, a shot from the rooftop was fired at Emma and, without thinking, the Australian girl dropped the flags that she was holding, lunged forwards, and grabbed onto Japan's arm as best she could, burying her face in his shoulder as she cried: "Watashi o tasukete!"

Japan felt like his heart, which had seemed frozen before, was now taking off like a humming bird's, as Emma clung to his arm in desperation. She was shaking, but she was very close to him now. Too close to him. He could even smell the perfume that she'd put on that morning...the floral one...

Japan, without even being aware of what he was doing, reached up with the arm that Emma was holding onto, and wrapped it under her left arm, and up across her back.

The other hand, he held up in the universal stop sign.

Suddenly, he thought that he might get angry for the first time in his life, if this girl was injured...