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 ELEVEN
Close To You...
Krystal opened her eyes, to find herself lying face-down in the sand. Groaning, she lifted herself up, and that was when she saw England lying in the sand near to her. He wasn't moving.
"Oh no, England!" Krystal cried, scurrying over to the nation and gently shaking his shoulders. "Wake up, come on!" She urged him.
England coughed, and slowly opened his bright green eyes, looking into Krystal's light brown ones which were full of concern.
"Are you okay?" Krystal wanted to know.
England blinked, and then slowly sat up. "You're...my life-saver, love..."
Krystal narrowed her eyes. "You're fine."
They both heard a groan from nearby, and looked over to see...
"Germany!" England cried, aghast, as the taller blonde-haired nation slowly climbed to his feet. England got up as well, pulling Krystal to her feet and moving so that he was standing protectively in front of her. "I'm warning you, Germany, you stay away from Krystal!"
Krystal blinked.
Germany glanced at them, and then sighed. "And, I have a varning for you too, England."
"Yes?" England narrowed his eyes at Germany.
"Your left shoulder..."
"Yes, what about my left shoulder?"
Germany sighed, and then smiled slightly. "It's dislocated."
England gasped, and he and Krystal both stared in horror at England's left shoulder which was, quite clearly, dislocated.
"Oh my God, where's Mayling when you need her?!" Krystal cried, wringing her hands. "Are you okay, England?! What should we do?! What would Xena do?!"
(A/N - Xena would put it back into place herself, by shouldering a tree. England's not going to do that, because he's not Xena.)
Germany just sighed, and rubbed his temples. Vhere are Italy and Japan and Emma...?
"Drat..." France complained, as he trudged through the jungle. "Looks like I got separated from everybody else...I feel helpless being alone in a place like this..." I hope Krystal and Mayling and their pretty friend are alright... "Pierre 2." He spoke to the white bird that was following him. "Go let the big-shot know."
Pierre 2. chirped like one of the blue Angry Birds, before flying off.
France sighed, and then brushed back his hair. "At a time like this, the only way to go is up." He said dramatically, as beautiful music somehow played in the background. "It may be dangerous from here on out, but, I've just got to be brave and push on..."
"Ah, it's Big Brother France!" Italy jumped out of the bushes, and waved happily. "Big Brother France!"
"Oh, come on, I'm trying to act cool here!" France complained.
China and Mayling stood there, glaring at Japan. The shorter Asian nation stared back at them, unaffected, but wondering what on Earth they were going to do to him.
"So, you're Japan?" Mayling broke the silence, crossing her arms.
"Hn." Japan nodded.
"You were raised by China?" Mayling went on.
Japan looked pained, but replied that he was.
"And you're Emma's friend?" Mayling continued.
Japan sighed. "In a...matter of speaking..."
"Then, I have just one more question for you..." Mayling said, looking threatening, and Japan braced himself for the worst. "Why hasn't there been a season two for the anime Fruits Basket?!" Mayling shouted.
Japan looked shocked, and China threw himself to the ground with a shout of: "Aiya, Mayling, aru! That's not what you're supposed to say!"
Mayling blinked, and then grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm a shoujo fan." She explained to Japan.
Japan looked perplexed. "Uh...huh..."
"Is he still following us?" Krystal wanted to know.
England (who was in a lot of pain but trying not to show it in front of a lady) didn't have to check. "Sadly, yes."
Krystal turned around and walked backwards, glaring at Germany. "Why are you following us?!" She demanded to know.
Germany looked to the side. "I'm not...zis...just happens to be ze only path..."
Krystal rolled her eyes. "You're just lucky England's shoulder is hurt and that we're not near any water, otherwise..."
"Krystal, calm down, love." England said quietly.
"I'll be upset if I want!" Krystal snapped. "He held by best friend hostage for nearly two months!" Wow, I've been here for nearly eight weeks now...I wonder if my Mum thinks I'm dead... She narrowed her eyes. I wonder if my brother's sold all my stuff yet...
She was so busy thinking about this, that she wasn't looking where she was going and England, walking ahead of her, had simply stepped over the small ditch without even noticing it.
Germany glanced up, and his sky blue eyes widened a bit, as he lunged forwards and grabbed Krystal's wrist before she fell into the ditch.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Krystal snapped, causing England to turn around, just as the ditch caved in quite a bit due to another small tremor, and filled it in nicely. "Let me go!"
"Let her go, you bloody Nazi!" England glared at Germany, as Krystal yanked her wrist back and walked smartly away from Germany.
England gave Germany a look that said: I've got my eyes on you, sir.
Germany just sighed, and they continued walking.
Presently, they passed what appeared to be a beehive. Krystal and England took no notice of it, but Germany regarded it carefully as they passed under it and, sure enough, about ten seconds later, a swarm of bees buzzed angrily up the path towards them.
Germany didn't even think twice. "RUN!" He shouted, dashing forwards and grabbing both Krystal and England by their arms, and dragging them at light-speed away from the angry bees.
He didn't stop until they had reached the safety of the beach, by which time Krystal and England severely wanted to kill him.
"Would you stop doing that and go find somebody else to harass?!" Krystal cried, her hands on her hips and her Death Glare trained straight onto Germany.
"Yes, she's right, do you not have somebody else you can annoy?" England also glared at Germany, so he didn't see what Germany saw. "Friends? Relatives? Poisonous reptiles?"
No sooner were the words out of his mouth, when Germany lunged at Krystal, grabbing her and throwing her to one side with his left hand. His right hand came up and grabbed the huge snake that had been about to bite her firmly in his fist, as it thrashed about and tried to get free.
Krystal let out an ear-splitting shriek. "Do something, I HATE snakes!" She wrung her hands. "Germany, you stopped me falling in the ditch and saved us from the bees, so get rid of that snake!" She hid behind England.
Germany was stunned. Vhat? All zat time, and she knew? He sighed. And to zink I zought it vould be a routine mission...
France followed Italy down a jungle path, perplexed as to why the other nation seemed to be so happy. When he asked Italy about this, the jovial nation's reply was: "I'll be able to have as many siestas as I want! Now, if we could only find Emma and those other girls, it'd be perfect, ve!"
France just sighed, and that was when a koala fell out of the tree and began clawing at his eyes. "Aaaaaaaa!" France screamed, trying to get it off his face.
Australia laughed, as he dropped down out of the tree a few feet away from France, and easily pried Edward off of his ally's face, saying: "Easy there mate, he's one of us." He then glanced over his shoulder at Italy, who gasped, and began to wave a white-flag about. Australia sighed. "Ah, don't worry, mate. I won't attack you." Italy looked relieved.
"Ah, Australia, have you perhaps seen the others?"
The tanned nation shook his head. "No sign of our lot, or of the girls..." He seemed troubled by this. "So near, and yet..."
Italy suddenly seemed to recognize him. "Ah, you Australia! Emma's nationality!"
Australia was suddenly right in front of him, and saying: "What do you know about Emma?! How was she treated when you three captured her?! Answer me!"
Italy looked terrified.
France came over and gently pushed the two away from each other. "Now, now, Messieurs, this is no time to be fighting..." He pointed to the distance, where what appeared to be the roof of a house could be seen. "There is a house over there. I suggest we go that way."
Italy and Australia stared at the house for a minute, before nodding.
Australia grinned. "Lead the way, mate!" He said but, when France had walked ahead, Australia gave Italy a Look, and muttered: "I swear, if I find out Emma was hurt when she was with you three, you'll find out the hard way that my country was settled by convicts!"
"Aaaa!" Italy cried.
Krystal walked through the trees, wondering if she'd made the right decision to leave England alone with Germany, while she went to investigate the house they had just spotted. Then again, England seemed like he was in a lot of pain (he didn't say, but Krystal could tell) so Krystal thought that he should stay still for a moment, and rest. She wasn't sure if she could trust the German nation, but what choice did she have?
The house she came across had two-stories, and seemed completely out of place on an island like this...which is what Krystal thought, until she looked past the house and saw a road, shops and a small resort.
You have got to be kidding me... Krystal rolled her eyes, and then walked towards the large house. She walked right up to the front door and, taking a deep breath, knocked on it.
It was flung open immediately by what appeared to be a teenage girl. She had tanned skin like Krystal's, light brown eyes like Krystal's and dark brown hair that was tied up into two pigtails and with red ribbons. She wore a blue sundress, and white sandals, which seemed kind of modern compared to what Krystal was wearing (she'd had to resew it a thousand times since arriving on this island).
Krystal and the girl stared at each other, before the girl said: "Qui êtes-vous?" She had a very friendly smile.
"Uh, is that French?" Krystal wanted to know. "Because, I don't speak French...France speaks French, but I..."
The girl's eyes lit up. "France?! Is he here?" She wanted know.
Krystal shrugged. "Well, he's somewhere on the island, but I don't know where...we were all separated, and I need to find a doctor, and..."
The girl nodded, cutting her off. "Médecin!" She called and, at once, a man with curly dark brown hair appeared. he was dressed in a yellow t-shirt and blue jeans. Was this a doctor? "This is a doctor, he will help you." The girl said.
Krystal nodded. "Okay, I'll take you to him..." They headed back into the jungle.
Along the way, the girl introduced herself as Seychelles, and Krystal realised that she was a nation.
"You mean there are girl nations?!" Krystal asked, her eyes wide.
Seychelles nodded. "Mmhmm, but there aren't that many of us. Taiwan, Belarus, Ukraine, Liechtenstein, Hungary, Belgium, Monaco and Vietnam...yup, that's it, ami. Oh, and me too, bien sûr..."
Krystal's eyes widened. "What?! Why are there only...one...two...uh...how ever many you just said?! Why are there so few female nations?!" She demanded to know.
Seychelles shrugged. "I do not know. Perhaps one day somebody will discover a micronation that is a girl..."
"I hope she's Australian." Krystal mumbled, crossing her arms, and then smiling at Seychelles. "My name's Krystal, by the way. Proud Australian, and temporary member of the Allies, somehow. We've been on this island for a few weeks after we got shipwrecked." She explained.
Seychelles nodded seriously. "Oui, I understand. In a war, such things do happen. My dolphins and I have been watching you for some time, to see if you needed any help, but I..."
Krystal grabbed Seychelles' hands, her eyes were stars. "You have dolphins?!" Krystal exclaimed. "Can I meet them? Can I swim with them? I have a way with the sea!" She added.
Seychelles just laughed. "Bien sûr, Krystal! After we attend to your ami and get things sorted out, I'll introduce you to my dolphins." They continued walking, along with the doctor. "By the way, which friend is it that is injured?"
"England." Krystal replied, and didn't notice when Seychelles stopped walking. "Germany thinks he dislocated his shoulder when he fell..." She glanced back, and noticed that Seychelles was staring down at the ground. "Umm, Seychelles, are you okay...?"
"Huh?" Seychelles looked up, and then attempted a smile. "Yes, I am...uh...you two go on ahead, I just...forgot something back at the house! Désolé, mon ami..." She beat a hasty retreat.
Krystal and the doctor watched her go, before Krystal glanced questioningly at the doctor.
He said: "Mademoiselle Seychelles was once a colony of England."
"Oh?" Krystal blinked.
The doctor nodded. "Oui. England can sometimes be overly dominant with her."
"Oh..." Krystal nodded, learning a new side of England and not liking it. She was going to have a chat with him about this, later on. She liked Seychelles a lot - they had a lot in common, including a preference for warm weather! Krystal had secretly been happy to be stranded in such a warm place. If it had of been snowing, then she would have been upset...
America and Canada had been standing around in the jungle for quite awhile, trying to figure out where to go. America was getting annoying, and Canada was getting annoyed, and Kumajirou kept looking up and saying: "Ange!"
"We should go this way, dude!" America pointed left.
"But, I saw a house the other way..." Canada protested.
"Dude, that was probably a mirage!" America laughed, much to Canada's annoyance. "You should listen to me more often!"
"But, I'm older, so..."
"But I'm the hero!"
Canada's patience was wearing thin - they'd been standing here for twenty minutes! "Listen, America!" Canada said, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm getting really sick and tired of this 'I'm half an inch taller so that makes me better than you' attitude of yours!" America stared at his brother in shock. "I am older, and therefore, I am going to say where we go! You say you want to be the hero, but you aren't ready! You're impatient, and hot-tempered, and more importantly...I'm better than you!"
America was too shocked to do or say anything.
"Therefore," Canada was quietening down again. "We are going this way!" He pointed in the direction he wanted to go, and Russia walked out of the trees from there. "Aaaa!"
"Oh, hello, comrades." Russia smiled pleasantly at them. "There is a house in direction I just came from, da. We should go there."
"Yup, just what I was saying, hahahaha!" America crossed his arms and laughed.
Canada sighed. "Oh, why do I even bother, Beartic?" He asked his polar-polar.
Kumajirou looked up. "Ange!" He insisted.
"Dude, why does he keep saying that?" America wanted to know.
Russia's smile grew. "Because there is an angel in the tree above your heads, da."
"Huh?" America and Canada both looked up, and saw Emma, with her wings, tangled in the jungle vines, and staring down at them.
She blinked, and then began to struggle against the vines, muttering something in another language as she did so.
Russia continued to smile, and took out his lead pipe. "Do not worry, prekrasnyy, I will get you down." He threw the lead pipe like a boomerang, which cut the vines holding Emma, and she fell, straight into America's arms.
"Haha, the hero has saved the day again!" America boasted.
Emma glanced at him, and then leapt out of his arms, zipping back so that she was facing all three of them. She looked worried. Her wings shimmered, and then vanished.
"Whoa, just like Krystal's tail! Cool!" America observed.
Emma perked up a bit. "Krystal has a tail?" She asked softly. Her voice was still guarded, but nonetheless melodic.
America nodded. "Yeah, when she goes in the water, she gets a mermaid's tail, a blue one."
"It's aqua." Canada said quietly, but nobody heard him.
Emma clasped her hands, and said: "It's Krystal's dream come true! I'm so happy for her! What about Mayling?" She wanted to know, and looked at Canada.
"Well, she can control Earth..." Canada began but, just then, Russia walked past him, and up to Emma.
She immediately looked guarded again, staring up at the nation that was an entire foot taller than her.
"You have beautiful singing voice, da." Russia smiled down at her, his violet eyes piercing into her hazel ones. "Become one with Mother Russia?"
The fan-girls would SO kill me right now! Emma realised. She straightened up, looked Russia in the eye, and said, boldly: "What does that even mean, Mister Russia?"
Russia's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you will find out..." He put a hand under her chin. "You will find out..." He repeated.
He's so cold, like ice... Emma realised, unable to tear her gaze away. But, he's nowhere near as terrifying as I'd thought he would be...
Just then, America appeared out of nowhere, pushing Emma aside and glaring at Russia. "Hey, dude, leave her alone! She doesn't wanna become one with you, she wants to be free, like me!"
"You are making big mistake pushing in, America..." Dark vibes appeared around Russia, which would have made anybody else run, but America just stood up to him.
America was never going to be scared of Russia. "Bring it on..."
Meanwhile, Emma had seized her chance and bolted, disappearing into the trees. She wanted to find Japan and the others, or maybe Krystal and Mayling.
She had forgotten about Canada.
He suddenly appeared in front of Emma, startling her.
"We aren't going to hurt you, Emma." Canada said quietly.
Emma sighed, and her shoulders slumped. "I know. I just want to find my friends..."
"Which ones?" Canada questioned.
Instead of answering, Emma approached him, and reached out a hand to Kumajirou, who sniffed her hand before licking it. Emma giggled, and scratched the polar bear behind the ears, before saying: "I know that we're all at war. I wish we weren't, Canada, I really, really wish Japan and the others would just surrender...before..." To her horror, her eyes had filled with tears. "I'm afraid something bad will happen, that there won't be any other choice but for one of the Allies to...I just..." She suddenly threw her arms around Canada's neck, startling him (and Kumajirou, who get pressed up between them). "I care about the Axis Powers, but I don't want anyone to die!"
Canada was shocked but, then again, he guessed that he should have expected this after everything Krystal and Mayling had told them about Emma, but to hear it straight from her gave a whole new meaning to the term 'torn'. She was torn between the friendships she had formed with the Axis Powers, and the loyalty she felt for her nation and his allies.
Canada was just about to say something, when Kumajirou leaned up, and licked Emma's chin. Emma immediately jumped back.
Kumajirou regarded her carefully. "You taste like marshmallows." He told her.
Emma didn't know how to respond to that and, it didn't matter because, just then, something came flying through the air and landed just in front of her. It was something white, with a gold and black trim...
"It's Japan's jacket!" Emma cried, grabbing the item of clothing and holding it to her chest, momentarily forgetting that Canada was watching. Emma then turned to the nation, with devilish stars in her eyes.
Canada flinched, just as America and Russia came crashing through the trees, in time to see Emma grab Kumajirou, place him in a rock, and hold the jacket out to him.
"Trouver!" She told the bear.
The bear sniffed at the jacket for a second, before pointing in a direction. "He's that way." The bear said quietly, and Emma sprinted off into the distance.
The nations stared after her for a second, before Canada scooped up Kumajirou and he and the other two nations followed the Australian girl in her search of Japan!