Author's Note: Ah, this story really needs a new summary...
... I'll get to it eventually.
Sorry about all of the waiting, guys. As an apology, I've posted an one-shot called Ita-chan's Dream- hope you like it.
I'm actually not all that happy with this chapter. I feel like my fight scenes need work and I'm really trying to make them stay in character... As weird as it sounds, I don't think I'm the best at keeping the characters be themselves.
Oh well.
Disclaimer (Dark Side of the Moon): If I owned Hetalia, the whole thing would be absolute chaos.
In order to avoid the knife flying at him, Kiku launched out of his chair, ignoring the loud scratching noise it made in protest. Of course, by the time he was out of his chair, more knives were thrown at him, and he had to watch out for them as he tried to get out of the room and away from Belarus, who was now standing up as she continued throwing the deadly blades.
"KEEKS!" America cried out from where he was standing, "Don't worry, bro! The Hero's comin'!" The American started to run over to Belarus, possibly in an attempt to tackle her, but was apprehended by a chair that she managed to chuck at him last minute.
The distraction was enough to give Japan the time he needed to escape the room. Belarus, not phased, simply ran out after him.
Kiku watched from his hiding place as Belarus's eyes scanned up and down the halls, searching for him. "Japan," she hissed, aura turning even darker than it already was. "You made Big Brother Russia unhappy… You will pay…"
"What? I did no such thing," he thought, shifting deeper into the shadows. "Wait… Is this all because I refused to fight with Russia-chan?" He sighed, knowing that eventually she'd find him and that he'd have to defend himself somehow. He shifted again, feeling a familiar weight move against his thigh.
"Baka! I have my katana!" he grabbed the hilt, but paused. "What if this only makes her angrier…? I do not see a way out of this, though- I need something to fight her with."
His decision made, he jumped out of his safe haven and directly into the line of fire. With precision, he used his sword to knock the knives he couldn't dodge out of the way, only once getting nicked on the arm (he wasn't worried by this, however: it was a small wound and it'd heal quickly).
"How many concealed weapons does she have?!" he questioned himself in disbelief, amazed at the steady stream of knives constantly heading towards him. He saw her pull another blade from her stockings, and noted the flash of irritation on her face. "She's running out; this is my chance."
"What. The. Bloody. Hell. Was. That?" England growled as he walked up to Russia, stepping over America, who was glaring at the chair that was thrown at him, on his way.
Russia, still frozen in fear from Belarus, didn't even hear him.
"Aiyah," scoffed China. "Calm down; Kiku can defend himself- he even has his sword with him!"
England's eyebrows furrowed even more as he turned vehemently to the Chinese. "Yes, I know but- hm… I think you're forgetting something. I wonder what it could be- oh! It's bloody Belarus- the psychopathic girl with all of the knives!"
China crossed his arms. "I realized," he frowned. "I think you're forgetting something: my little brother is not weak. He can handle it himself." Yao smiled thinly, "but, if you're so concerned, you can go after him. By the time you get to him the whole thing will be over, though."
The Englishman spluttered. "You're not going to help him?" Arthur turned on his heel. "Fine then, I'm leaving," he huffed, almost-stomping-but-not-quite out of the room.
"Aiyah…" China muttered, sitting down in his chair. "My little brother's not some damsel in distress."
"Damsel in distress?" America questioned, having not heard the discussion (being distracted by a chair can do that) and looking around the room. "Where?"
"… Just go already," Canada said, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Ghost!" America screamed, running out of the room.
"I'm Canadia…" Canada sighed. "Oh, I meant 'Cana-'"
No one heard him finish, though; instead everyone ran out of the room, either after the rampaging American idiot or in fear of the so-called ghost.
Russia couldn't believe it. His new friend, Japan, was being hunted down by his little sister, Belarus. "Why would she do that? Doesn't she know that he's my friend?" Russia was frozen, a sinking feeling overcoming him. He didn't even hear England- the man was saying something, a complaint, probably- and his face, one that Russia usually found amusing when the furrowed eyebrows were directed at others, was contorted in rage as the blonde turned towards China.
"Why is it that everything, everything that I finally manage to get my hands on, leaves me?" His history was proof of this. He had power: it was taken away; and he had the Baltics: they left. He once had his sisters under his care- his strange-but-wonderful sisters who would never leave him- and they, too, left him.
A sudden silence caught his attention, snapping him out of his terror-stricken state. Restored, he looked around the empty room, new feelings rising in his chest: anger- no, possession. Japan was his little friend, and he would never let him go.
Light lilac eyes turned dark and cold as he walked out of the room.
He lunged, katana gleaming as it sliced through the air, deterring the knife thrown at his face.
"You'll pay!" Belarus cried out in anger, not throwing the dagger in her hand. Instead, she took the knife and changed her stance into one of defense as the Asian got closer.
Kiku's eyes widened a fraction as he took in the scene. "She's down to her last one!" his brown eyes narrowed, preparing to finish their battle. "Tell me why you're doing this," he demanded, stepping forward.
"You made my darling Big Brother unhappy!" she hissed, almost as though he'd committed a heinous crime- though, according to her, it most certainly must've been one. "You disappointed my Beloved- my future husband!"
"What…?" Japan faltered slightly. "She… she wants to marry her brother? But that's incest!"
"I love him!" she yelled, the words used as her war cry as she ran at him, catching the Japanese off-guard.
"Why?" Japan asked, barely managing to avoid such a barbaric attack.
It was Natalia's turn to make a misstep. "Why what?" she growled, narrowed eyes piercing through his own.
Fearing another attack, Kiku tightened his grasp on his sword. "Why do you want to marry your brother?"
Platinum blonde hair covered her expression as she tilted her head. "… Because I left him," she finally answered, voice a mere whisper, "and I want him to know that I'll never leave him again." She glanced up at Japan. "I will marry him and give him the family he's always wanted!"
She ran at him, dagger prepared to stab Kiku. "Die!"
A screech of "Die!" rang throughout the halls of the building.
Arthur followed the muffled sound of Belarus's voice, rounding several corners. He just had to save Japan from the girl. "Blimey, I can't believe that I'm the only one that's helping," he thought. "I mean, it's Japan! But, of course, that bloody brother of his is so convinced that he won't need any help that he won't give any." England let a small smile show on his face. "But if I am the one to save him…"
Now, don't get him wrong, England's not some hamburger-brain with a hero complex- he leaves that to his brother- but, he had to admit, the idea of saving Japan was… pretty alright in his book. The sound of steel against steel led the Englishman around another corner.
"JAPAN!" he yelled, noticing the blood running down the small man's arm. The Japanese and Belarus were currently clashing blades, the platinum blonde trying to stab the other vehemently in between blows.
"Don't!" Japan ordered him from where he was standing.
"Don't…?" England stared at him in surprise. "What do you me-?"
"Don't get involved, England-san," Kiku said, rushing in for another attack. "This is between Belarus-san and I. It would go against my honor to have help."
"Oh… it's a pride thing," Arthur slumped slightly, putting his head in his hand. "I suppose I understand why China wouldn't help, then." Instead of arguing- that would only distract his crush, he deducted- he simply nodded and gave them space, resolving to only help if he felt Japan really needed it.
Now that England wasn't going to interrupt him, Kiku attacked again, strong and steady, in hopes of knocking the knife out of Belarus's hands. No such luck. Natalia held fast to her last dagger, trying her best to get away from his katana and quickly return in an attempt to stab him.
"Go ahead, call on your little friend to help you!" she screeched, swinging her knife wildly. "Then I'd get to take care of two bastards!"
Kiku could only block the attack. Grunting slightly he replied, "Do not involve England-san in this, Belarus-san. He has done no wrong." He pushed her back, successfully loosening her grip on the deadly dagger. He lunged forward, eyes widening slightly as he noticed something. The blade fell out of Belarus's grasp as he put his sword to her throat.
Belarus wasn't looking at him; she was simply staring at her lost knife. Just staring. He quickly kicked the weapon far, far to the other end of the hallway. He silently took his katana and sheathed it. "Belarus-san, I think you should understand something," he said quietly, so only she could hear.
"… I think that, since Russia-chan wants a family, you shouldn't marry him. It's not that type of family he wants. He wants you to be his little sister again. Not a wife. Your trying to force him to marry you is what's making him upset."
Belarus glared at him, saying nothing. She stood up, ignoring the hand that Japan offered her, and walked away, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like curses as she left.
"Is that all…?" England asked cautiously, moving to the side when the she-nation passed him. "Is it over…?"
Kiku sighed. "I'm afraid not, England-san; I need to take responsibility for my actions."
"You haven't done anything though!" Arthur exclaimed.
Japan walked over to him, expression unreadable. "I've done plenty; I've made Belarus-san upset."
"How? By beating her?" England asked incredulously. "You can't get caught up on some bad sport!"
"No, England-san," he said, same unreadable expression on his face. "Not by beating her- by making her cry. She might not have been crying visibly, but I could see it. I am the reason she's so distraught, therefore I am the one to take responsibility."
England turned an interesting shade of red in his anger. Furrowing his eyebrow's he began, "And how, exactly, are you going to do that?"
A slight grimace showed on Japan's face. "… I believe I know how, but I am not looking forward to it…"
Raise your hand if you think you know what Japan has to do. *Raises hand*
Yeah... this really needs a new summary.
~Dark Side of the Moon
