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 TWELVE
Girl Power!
Australia stooped down for a moment, and touched something on the ground. He then stood up, and pointed in a direction. "Whoever it was went that way." He declared.
France and Italy were stunned.
"How did you know that, mon ami?" France wanted to know, as he followed his comrade through the jungle. It is hot...too hot...wait, what's that...?
Italy was still trying to keep his distance from the Australian with the evil koala, so he made sure to keep France between him and Australia.
"I've had experience tracking things in the bushland back home." Australia replied, grinning. "Whoever came this way is either a sheila, or a very short bloke...so..." He suddenly realised that France was no longer following him. He glanced at Italy, and the other nation just pointed in a direction.
France was frolicking through what he thought was a field of wild-flowers, but it was just another part of the jungle.
Australia stood beside Italy. "He's hallucinating...I've seen it happen to blokes out in the desert, but I never thought it'd happen in a jungle..."
Italy was scared. "What do we do?"
Australia considered this. "Well..."
Meanwhile, France was beside himself with glee. "Ooh la la, there is a shopping boutique right here! Oh, but what am I to do? I'm embarrassed to be seen in these awfully muddy clothes!" He sighed in a very dramatic way.
A hand suddenly tapped his shoulder, and he turned to see a very handsome man wearing a suit.
France was thrilled. "Ooh, but of course I will come with you, Monsieur!"
A boomerang suddenly came flying out of nowhere and cut off the man's head, because it was actually a massive, evil-looking carnivorous plant.
Australia lassoed France up and dragged him away.
France was wailing. "No, my George, you killed him!"
"Who's George?!" Australia rolled his eyes.
"Snap out of it, Big Brother France!" Italy added.
France blinked, and then looked over to where the plant was thrashing. "Oh, how could you fool a man of amor like that, you horrible weed?!" He wailed. He then threw himself at Australia, sobbing: "I want to get out of this place!"
Australia sighed. "Come on then mate, let's keep on walking..."
They came into a small clearing by a stream (the same one that Krystal had had her encounter with the crocodile in), and Australia came to a complete stop, abruptly. France walked into him, and Italy walked into France.
"Why are we stopping?" Italy wanted to know, as the river seemed to churn, and then he peered around the other two nations. He brightened. "Ah, it's Japan!"
England and Germany were surprised when Krystal came back with a doctor, and even more surprised when she told them that this island was inhabited.
"So, which island are we on, love?" England wanted to know, and then he winced, as the doctor snapped his shoulder back into place.
Krystal was giving England an odd look. "Seychelles." She replied.
"Oh." England nodded, and then winced again.
The doctor noticed this, and announced England's collar-bone was broken. He suggested that they head back to the house, so that he could fix it up better.
As England stood up, Germany, who had been silent up until now, asked: "Who is zis Seychelles?"
England was about to answer, but Krystal beat him to it. "She's a girl nation, and she's been pushed around by him!" She jabbed a finger at England, who flinched. "She didn't even want to come here and see you, she was so scared!"
England looked uncomfortable. "S-see reason, love...Seychelles is my colony, so..."
"She is not your colony, she's a woman, and she deserves to be treated with respect!" Krystal responded.
England looked away. "I do treat her with respect..." He muttered.
"I'll believe that when I see it!" Krystal crossed her arms. "You're a gentleman, and you should act like it!"
England stared at her for a moment, a faint blush on his face, before he nodded silently.
Germany was watching them, and he just shook his head. Mädchen really do stick togezer, don't zey?
England was having a different train of thought, however, as they followed the doctor back to Seychelles' house. Bloody Hell, I never realised it, but...Krystal is like a more assertive version of Seychelles!
America, Canada and Russia stopped for a moment, looking around the jungle. There was no sign of the red-headed angel girl.
Another slight tremor shook the ground, but they paid no attention to it, and just tried to figure out where Emma was, and where they were.
"Are we lost?" Canada wondered out-loud.
"Nah, we're not lost, the hero never gets lost!" America laughed.
"Listen, America, if you don't know where you are or where you're going, that means you're lost!" Canada snapped. He was starting to show his passive-aggressive side again but, just then, Emma reappeared from the thick jungle right beside him.
"Ange!" Kumajirou cried.
Emma gave the polar bear a Look. "Don't call me that." She told him.
"Marshmallow?"
"Ange's fine." Emma sighed, and held out the jacket for him again, which the others noticed she was holding very tightly to her chest. "Are we still going in the right direction, sweetie?" She asked the polar bear.
He sniffed at the jacket, and then at the air, and nodded. "There's a river...he's there..." The polar bear replied.
"Don't tell her that!" America complained. He reached out and grabbed Emma's wrist. "Listen, dudette..."
Emma suddenly snapped and, using America's weight against him, flipped him over the way Japan had shown her, so that she was pinning him to the ground, with her knee on his back, and her arms holding his right arm behind his back. She'd practiced this move on both Japan and Germany, so she knew how to do it to both short and tall people. However, she didn't know how she'd go if the opponent was trained...
Russia and Canada were speechless.
Emma then gasped. "Oh no!" She realised what she'd done, and immediately jumped off of America, looking ashamed as he picked himself up. She handed him his glasses. "I'm sorry..." She said quietly, not looking at him.
America was quiet for a moment as he put his glasses back on, and then he said: "Dudette, that was, like, totally cool! You're just like Wonder Woman!"
"Yeah, except my name's not Diana Of Themyscira." Emma replied seriously. "And, I don't have an invisible airplane."
They both stared at each other for a moment, before laughing.
Canada and Russia were utterly bewildered, as America got to his feet and then pulled Emma up to stand next to him.
They dusted themselves off, and then America said: "Plus, you don't fight against the Axis Powers."
Emma cringed, and then nodded. "You got that right, Mr. Hero. This war is utterly pointless, anyway." She shrugged.
"No, it's not!" America declared. "See, first Germany tried to invade Poland, so England and France declared war on him, then Italy and Japan got involved, so Australia decided to back up England since they're buddies, but then..."
"I know, I know." She interrupted him, holding up her hands. "I'm from the future, in case Krystal and Mayling didn't tell you...we all are, actually."
America was suddenly curious. "So then, you know how this thing ends?"
Emma froze.
"We can be taking that as a da?" Russia spoke up cheerfully.
"Noooo," Emma shook her head. "You can take that as an 'I won't tell you unless you find my one true weakness'." America opened his mouth, and Emma added: "And, no, it's not kryptonite." She rolled her eyes. "I am not a superhero. You'll never find my weakness." She crossed her arms stubbornly. You know, despite the fact that we're in the middle of a war here, this is actually kind of fun! The Allies aren't that bad, but I wonder how Krystal and Mayling could've put up with America's hero complex...
Canada said, quietly: "She's ticklish."
Emma stared at him for a moment, before her face coloured in anger and embarrassment. "Wh-who told you?!" She cried, not noticing the looks Russia and America exchanged.
Canada smiled slightly. "Your friends."
Emma stared at him some more, before she declared: "I will kill them!" She then took off running through the trees, with America, Russia and Canada right behind her.
Mayling shuddered, but that might've been because of the hostile looks being traded between Australia and Japan. They were standing on opposite sides of the river, which had started to look more like an angry ocean.
What's wrong with the weather lately? Mayling wondered, glancing at China, who also seemed to be worried. This sort of thing - the earthquakes, the tsunamis, the hurricanes...they didn't seem natural...
A thought crossed Mayling's mind. Is it because of the girls and me?
The tension was so thick that you could have used it as a wrecking ball, as the two currently enemy nations stared each other down.
Australia said: "You wanna take me on, Jap?"
Japan didn't answer, but the look in his usually expressionless eyes said it all.
Mayling gasped. "Wait, you two can't do this here!" She protested but, just then, China grabbed her wrist.
"Wait, aru." He had his head tilted to one side, and was listening. "Something's coming...something...big..."
Mayling suddenly turned her head to gaze at something upstream. Everyone, for some reason or other, was watching her and China. Mayling pointed. "Look, there."
"Huh?" Everyone looked to see a massive tidal wave coming towards them.
"Whaaaa?!" France, Italy and Australia cried, as the wave crashed past them.
It was brief, and over in about a second.
Everybody's eyes were wide.
"What was that?" France muttered, just as somebody crashed through the trees behind him, and leaned against his arm, breathing heavily.
America appeared a second later, followed by Canada and Russia. "See, dudette, I told you running wasn't a good idea!"
"You...don't know...what you're...talking about..." Emma wheezed, using France to hold herself upright. "I just...don't like...sports..." She then collapsed, and would have fallen to the ground if France hadn't grabbed her out of instinct.
Australia was over there in an instant, concern written all over his face, and he was glad to see that Emma hadn't fainted, she just wasn't able to stand up anymore.
"You okay, Emma?" Australia looked into her hazel eyes with his light green ones.
Emma glanced back at him, and blushed slightly. Her own nation was worried about her! But...she clutched Japan's jacket to her chest, and her eyelids fluttered...she was on the verge of passing out.
Italy came up to them, and put a hand to Emma's forehead. "Ow! She's burning up!"
Everyone else (except for Russia) gasped.
"I-Italy..." Emma muttered. "Where's...Japan...?"
"He's right over there." Italy pointed.
"Huh?" Emma looked across the river., and her eyes widened. "J-Japan-Kun..." She passed out.
"All this running around must have tired out the Mademoiselle." France said simply, adjusting the feather-light girl in his arms. She was cute, and gave a whole new meaning to petit.
Australia nodded. "She just needs some rest, and we need to get her cooled down a hit..." He gently touched her forehead. It was hot, and the humid temperature had probably done this to her, on top of all this running around.
"We should start by removing her clothes." France stated.
Australia glared at him.
"What?" France shrugged. "It's the best way, is it not?"
"It's not!" Australia, China, Mayling, America and Canada yelled.
And, at that moment, Seychelles walked out of the jungle.
"You can all come to my place, okay?" She said, smiling. "Your friends...they are already there, mais oui..."
Everybody stared at her, except for Australia, Japan and Mayling, who were staring at Emma in France's arms.
Mayling was the first to recover, and looked at the smiling Seychelles. "Krystal's okay?" She blinked.
Seychelles nodded. "Oui. Our ally, England, is with her..." She glanced to the side.
France had hearts for eyes. "Seychelles...comment grandi tu es devenu..."
Seychelles blushed at the compliment. "Umm, oui, well...come along, then. Krystal, England and, umm, the one called Germany are waiting for you..."
Italy's face lit up. "Germany!" He exclaimed, looking thrilled.
When they arrived at Seychelles' house, they stepped into the large foyer, and Seychelles called for her doctor.
He appeared from the living room, along with England (whose arm was in a sling to decrease the weight on his collar-bone), Krystal and Germany.
Italy ran to Germany and threw his arms around his neck, nearly throwing the taller nation off-balance.
America and France looked at England's condition, and laughed. England glared at them and muttered something unrepeatable.
Krystal ran to Mayling, but stopped short when she saw their other best friend unconscious in France's arms. "Oh my God!" Krystal cried. "What happened to her?!" She was glaring at Japan, mentally blaming him for whatever had happened to Emma.
"She just fainted." Mayling explained. "France reckons it's because she's been running around in this heat..."
"Maybe..." Krystal said doubtfully, as they followed the nations and the doctor up the stairs and into a guest bedroom. It was light and airy, with white curtains and a big bed with silk sheets. "But, shouldn't she be used to it?"
"Why would she be used to it?" Australia asked quickly.
"Because she's been to Bali." Mayling and Krystal said in unison.
"She loves it there." Krystal added.
"Ve, I didn't know that!" Italy was smiling, despite everything.
Krystal glanced curiously at him. "Umm, how much do you know about our Emma?"
As one, the Allies all turned to look at the Axis Powers.
Germany looked uncomfortable, and Japan looked guarded, but Italy just continued to smile, and said: "She's very shy but very bella, she likes my cooking and loves Japan's culture! She has a bit of a temper, which can be scary, but she's not as scary as Germany when he yells, but she can fly like an angel, so maybe that's why Japan is in lo..."
Germany clapped a hand over Italy's mouth before he could say anything more, and Japan looked mortified.
The Allies were all staring at their enemies with varying levels of hostility, that is until Seychelles said: "No fighting in here, s'il vous plaît!" She sounded firm. "In a medical situation, there is no war! Understood?"
Krystal jumped in, and added: "If you're going to fight, then do it outside!" She stood next to Seychelles, and both the girls had their hands on their hips. "This is a neutral zone!"
The men all exchanged glances, and the nodded, looking slightly meek.
"Oh, I see..."
"Makes sense, aru."
"So, it's like Switzerland?"
"Ja."
Germany, Italy, Canada, Russia, France, China and England all left, with Canada saying something about making pancakes, and England and China talking about tea.
America headed for the door, but then turned around. "Yo, Australia - you coming with, dude?"
Australia shook his head. "No, I'm good..." He was standing at the end of the bed, to the left. Japan was standing at the end of the bed, to the right. Both of them were staring at the red-haired girl, whose breathing seemed laboured.
But, Seychelles and the doctor were relaxed, and said that all they had to do was bring the girl's fever down. Krystal immediately ran to the bathroom to get a damp cloth, which Mayling used to dampen their friend's forehead.
"Wake her up every half hour or so and make her drink at least half a cup of water." Seychelles instructed, setting a water jug and cup on the bedside table. Seeing the worried looks on both Krystal and Mayling's faces, and added: "She'll be fine - I see this happening often here, so don't worry. She must have come from a colder place, and it can be quite a shock on the body. Trust me, mon ami." She glanced towards the door. "Now, umm...I am going to go and see Fr...uh, see the others..." She scurried out the door, followed by the doctor.
Krystal, Mayling, Australia and Japan glanced at each other, and then looked back at Emma. Her face was flushed, and she didn't look well. How could she possibly get better?
Japan and Australia glanced at each other, this time with open hostility.
Krystal and Mayling noticed.
"Now, come on, you two..." Krystal warned them. "You know that we three come from a time when there is no war..."
"Maybe that's why she became friends with them..." Mayling added softly and, when the others looked at her, she eleborated: "Well, think about it...we weren't raised like our grandparents were, so we've never had to feel any anger towards any nations." She chuckled lightly. "Still, trust Emma to befriend our nation's enemies..."
"Ye,s but they're still her friends." Krystal pointed out.
Since the two girls were basically ignoring the two nations, Australia spoke up. "I can't look past the fact that her mates killed hundreds of mine..."
"As my sordiers have been kirred in battre." Japan countered.
"Mostly your bloody kamikaze pilots!" Australia retorted.
"Enough!" Krystal exclaimed, just as Emma stirred.
"Nng..." Her eye-lids fluttered open. "What...happened...?"
"Are you okay?" Krystal leaned across the bed. "You fainted...France carried you here..."
"Oh..." Emma replied, closing her eyes again, and then reaching for something that wasn't there. Her eyes flew open, and she tried to sit up. "J-Japan?! Where is...?!" She suddenly noticed Japan at the foot of her bed. and her face turned even redder. "Anata wa daijōbuda..." She let her head fall back to the pillow, and closed her eyes.
Japan moved carefully around to one side of the bed, and gently took the human girl's hand in his own. To him, her hand felt warmer than usual. To her, his hand felt smooth and cold. He put his other hand against the side of her face, a strangely over-protective sense kicking in.
Emma half-opened her eyes, and looked at him apologetically. "Watashi wa anata no jaketto o ushinatta...gomen..."
Japan shook his head slightly. "Sore wa daijōbu, kawaii on'nanokodesu...tada yasamu..."
Emma's face turned even redder, if that was possible, and she coughed. "Oh, umm...h-hai..."
"Uh, maybe you should stop talking to her?" Mayling suggested.
"Why?" Australia asked. "What's he saying to her?"
Mayling shrugged. "I dunno. I don't speak Japanese..." She wanted to leave, and see how everyone else was doing, since Emma was going to be okay as long as she stayed in bed, but she also didn't want to leave Australia alone in the room with Japan, considering everything!
"Ta no min'na wa daijōbudesu?" Emma wanted know.
"Hai." Japan nodded. "Watashi no on'nanoko, nani mo shinpai shinaide kudasai..."
Emma closed her eyes. "Okay..." She said, in English.
Krystal was frustrated. "What are they talking about?" She wanted to know, but Mayling just shook her head, and nodded to Australia.
Krystal glanced at their nation, and suddenly saw the angry look in his eyes. She immediately said: "Australia, can you come with me for a second, please?"
Australia barely glanced at her. "No, I've got to..."
"Australia, now!" Mayling snapped, making both Australia and Emma jump.
The damp cloth fell off her forehead and, instantly, both Japan and Australia recahed for it.
They glared at each other, and Mayling glared at them. "Both of you, get out!" Mayling ordered them, picking up the damp cloth and putting it back on Emma's head, before glancing silently at Krystal, a question in her dark brown eyes.
Krystal nodded, and followed the two nations out of the room.
Once out of the room and further down the hallway, Krystal turned to face them, and put her hands on her hips. "Okay, talk." She said sternly, her light brown eyes unwavering, but she was slightly perturbed by Japan's unfaltering stoicness, so she switched her gaze back to her own nation. "Australia, what is going on?"
Australia looked at her for a second, before running a hand through his light brown hair, and saying: "Okay...you see, it's like...well..." He gave Japan a Look. "How England and France both feel about you, Krystal..."
Krystal stared blankly at him. "What?"
Australia refrained from rolling his eyes. Of course, she'd have no idea... He sighed. "Okay, mate, I'll be blunt, England and France both like you a lot, and Japan and I both like Emma...a lot." He added.
"Oh." Krystal nodded. "Well, that makes sense...WHAT THE HECK?!" She screamed, so loudly that Seychelles rushed into the hallway just to shush her.
"What's wrong?" Seychelles wanted to know.
Krystal stared at Australia like he'd just spoken in Greek, not sure which piece of information to process first, or what to do about either of them. She tried to explain things to Seychelles. "Like...Australia...they...Japan...people...together..." She pointed to Australia.
Japan was bewildered.
So was Seychelles. "Umm, Krystal? Words into put order please correct?"
Krystal just glared at her.
Back in the guest room, Mayling was subtly grilling Emma.
"Do you like Japan?"
"Yes."
"Do you like Australia?"
"...Yes?"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Then, which of them do you like the best?"
Emma just stared at her for a moment. "Pastaaaa!" She declared, adopting a very Italy-like expression.
Mayling sighed, and shook her head. "Oh, never mind. You're delirious. We'll talk later." She turned and left the room.
As soon as she was gone, Emma returned to her normal expression. "Sucker..." She muttered, but she didn't really mean it...she just didn't want to answer those big unanswerable questions! Then, she spotted a phone nearby and, getting an idea, crawled across the bed towards it, and picked it up.
She dialled a number.
Dear Diary,
Today, I was awesome, and did many awesome things, but I cannot wait for my awesome
freundin to get back so that we can awesomely...
The phone then rang, startling Prussia out of his journal-writing.
The albino rolled his scarlet eyes, and reached for the phone. "Well, somebody had better be dying, ja!" He threatened, and picked up the phone. "Ja, what is it?"
"Prussia?"
Prussia's eyes widened, and he nearly dropped the phone. "Bunny, is that you? Where are you?"
"Umm..." She sounded evasive, and that was when he noticed that she was breathing heavily.
Prussia's eyes narrowed. "What happened? You will tell me, ja..."
"Umm, I need your help..." Emma replied. "See, we're stuck on an island called Seychelles, with the Allies. We're all at Seychelles' house, but I think that they might call for reinforcements and then the Axis Powers will be captured, and..."
"And so you want me to awesomely come and bail you out?" Prussia guessed.
"No!" Emma cried, startling him. She explained: "If you come, you could be caught too...no matter how awesome and strong you are, I can't allow you to do that...so...just send us some back-up to get us off this island..."
"Why can't you just fly to safety, Bunny?"
"Because I'm sick..." She replied miserably.
Prussia freaked out. "Sick?! How sick?! What kind of sick?!" His mind was racing - this was so unawesome!
Unfortunately, Romano happened to walk in at that time, and misheard the situation. "Who are you talking to, bastardo?"
"To my Bunny..."
"Then, who's sick?" Romano's eyes widened. "It's not my idiota brother, is it?!" He grabbed the phone off of Prussia, and demanded an answer from a poor, startled Emma.
Spain came rushing in, and grabbed the phone off of Romano. "Here, put it on loud-speaker, Romi!" He pressed a button that wouldn't have been on a phone in the real world in 1942.
Emma said: "I am the one that's sick, Italy is fine, our plane crashed but we're all okay, we're stranded on Seychelles with America and the other Allies and my two best friends but I need you to send somebody to get the Axis Powers and I off of this island!" She sighed. "I..." Her tone changed suddenly. "No, I do not want to buy a gramaphone, so do not call me again!"
"Did somebody just walk in?" Spain whispered.
"Yes." Emma replied. "Seychelles is right here, so I'm hanging up now. Goodbye, India."
India? Oh, right, he was always trying to sell things to people over the phone...