Chapter Seventeen
AN: "Hello, how are you?" Is through radio
Matthew made the climb back up to his position and found Gilbert still talking on the phone with France. He could almost hear Francis yelling at the albino. Canada walked over pulling his mask down. Gilbert sighed happily spotting him. The Prussian looked drained. Matthew wave for him to give him the phone and he handed it over.
"Have fun." Gilbert whispered aid with a small smile.
"Bonjour Papa." Blackbird greeted interrupting the Frenchman.
"Oh! Matthieu, what is going on?" France demanded quickly. "That albino of yours wouldn't say anything. The news doesn't help either."
"We don't exactly know. America's attacking." Canada explained shifting the phone and pinning it between his ear and shoulder to pick up his rifle.
"America or Alfred?" Francis asked.
"Alfred is here commanding. I don't know how far the order goes back." Matthew admitted. "Alfred wouldn't have this much pull to get this to happen on his own."
"Are you okay?" The blond asked. There must have not been any news cameras around when the ghouls had attacked the Americans or Francis hadn't noticed it was him.
"I'm fine." Matthew sighed peering through his scope watching the soldiers mill around on the other side of the bridge. "Just trying to figure out the best way to go about this."
"Have you spoken to Alfred?" France asked. "I know you two don't have the best relationship, but it could help."
"That's a bit of an understatement." He muttered. "Already tried. It doesn't look like talking will help this time." Matthew shook his head slightly. He spotted a few troops hopping into armed jeeps. "I got to go. I'll call you when I can."
Blackbird hung up handing the phone back to Gilbert. He heard more reports from the other marksmen seeing the same thing.
"Don't fire until they're over the border line." Matthew ordered his men. "Get the drivers and gunners first."
"Vhat did America say?" Prussia asked standing next to Matthew.
"'I'm looking to make Canada the fifty first state and rid it of the infestation of ghouls.'" Canada said imitating America. The seven jeeps were filling up now, but hadn't started to move yet.
"He knows then?" Gilbert asked eyes widened. He must have been too busy with France to see the fight.
"He said that he knew, but I don't know if he actually did. It doesn't matter now." Matthew said lowering his rifle and turning to Prussia. The albino had a very worried look plastered on his face. "I'll have to deal with that later."
"Ve'll have to deal vith that later." Gilbert corrected pulling Canada in for a hug. Matthew held on tight for the moment glad for the support. Prussia let him go, but stayed close as Blackbird picked up his rifle again.
Matthew peered through the scope and watched the Americans closely. He hadn't seen Alfred again yet. The jeeps looked like they were almost filled and some foot-soldiers were filing in behind them.
Matthew watched as the jeeps drove slowly towards the boarder before they begun to pick up speed. The Canadian drew a bead on the driver of the first and as soon as the tires of the jeep crossed over he shot. He quickly reloaded and saw that the first driver wasn't dead; there was just a small spot on the windshield.
"Bulletproof glass." One of the other marksmen confirmed. Matthew shot at the same spot again and this time the round went through the weakened glass and hit the driver. The jeep veered to the right and left the soldiers behind it exposed. Blackbird reloaded and shot one of the footmen.
The men had scattered, some fell back behind the next jeep while others made a break for the boarder. The other snipers picked of the ones who ran for the boarder. A few had made it by and ducked for cover. The second jeeps had made it through relatively unscathed, accept for the gunner, and rammed through the barrier. The troops grouped up behind it as they started to move towards Clifton Hill.
The snipers weren't able to keep up with the volume of soldiers. Matthew kept shooting and hitting his targets, but it wasn't enough to keep them back.
"Three vehicles moving towards the hill." One of the marksmen announced. Canada didn't have a good angle to be able to get a shot so he focused on the other jeeps and soldiers that were still coming over the bridge. "Soldiers breaking off and entering buildings."
"Spotted a few." Zyler announced. "Going after them."
"Be careful." Blackbird warned reloading and shooting again. The last few soldiers just disappearing out of his line of sight. Matthew growled and lowered his gun.
"Vhere are jou going?" Gilbert asked raising an eyebrow.
"I can't do anything else up here. I'm going down there." Canada sighed grabbing his mask.
"I'm coming vith jou." Prussia said confidently.
Matthew shook his head. "I need you up here to relay information down."
The albino knew not to argue with him at that moment and sighed. "Fine."
"Thanks Pooh Bear." The blond kissed his cheek before putting his mask on and running off.
"Kick some ass Birdie!" Prussia called after him as he disappeared into the stair well. Canada smiled slightly at the comment as he hopped and jumped over the flights of stairs to get to the bottom quicker. He ran through the connected building to the end where the street met up with Clifton Hill.
Blackbird spotted a jeep not too far ahead of him. It must have been the last one in the convoy. He ran after it and the gunner in the back spotted him. The soldier started to shoot. He hopped up into the air and released his kagune wrapping it around his body. He spun landing on top of the jeep and ripped the gunner out of his seat throwing him to the side.
Some soldiers stuck out the windows to shoot at him. Canada took the ones out on the right side with a single sweep of his crystal wing, but the other side opened fire. He gasped feeling bullets rip into his side. Matthew fought through the pain and swept at the other soldiers with his wing. They were expecting it and ducked back into the jeep.
The Canadian growled and jumped into the air and shot crystallized shards of kagune through the roof of the jeep. He could hear the screams from the men inside and sent another burst directly at the gas tank. Blackbird landed in a crouch holding his side as the jeep kept moving for a few feet before exploding.
Matthew ducked into a building to catch his breath for a second. "They've got ukaku Q-bullets." He warned the other ghouls taking a look at his wounds. They were partially healed already. He healed slower than a ghoul, but quicker than a nation. "They could have others, be careful."
AN: Just describing Clifton Hill and Niagara the way I remember it. It's been a few years since I've been there so things might have changed. There's apparently a go kart track now.
