Author's Note: Hey guys! It's time for the monthly update of PanDa, the story that needs a new summary but I'm too lazy to actually come up with one right now!
On a sadder note, today was the last day of my summer vacation. Eh... Whatever, I guess. But hey, that means that my updates are going to go back to weekends! Yay~!
Disclaimer (Dark Side of the Moon): I don't own Hetalia... At least I have chocolate milk...
"Fresh tasty mirk, right from the cow..." /Shot/ (BTW, if you remember that episode, I will love you forever.)
Heavy footfalls sounded in the empty hallway as Russia trudged forward. He kept tightening his grip on the metal pipe in his hand only to have his hold loosen as he continued searching.
He heard muffled footsteps to his left and turned to face whoever was there. It was Belarus.
When she noticed him, she gave a sickly sweet smile. "Brother Russia…" and walked towards him, hugging him firmly as soon as she got close enough. She nuzzled her face into his arm, choosing to ignore the blank look on Russia's face. "That Bastard beat me…" she muttered, voice venomous, "but next time, I promise: I'll kill Japan."
Ivan snapped. He flung his arm out, sending his sister crashing into the wall. "Br-Brother?" Natalia looked at him with fear- what did she do?
He stared at her and timed seemed to stop- she was completely frozen in his cold gaze. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"R-Russia-chan!" Japan called, sprinting down the hallway as he took in the sight before him. "Calm down!"
He sent a chilling glare at the other. Kiku straightened. "Iie, I have fought you before… I will not cower in fear."
All of the pieces fell into place. Russia smiled, suddenly back to his normal self. "So, comrade Kiku, you are going to spar with me? This will be fun, da?"
Japan gave a dry nod, barely shocked by the change in Russia's demeanor.
"W-What?" England spoke up from where he was and put a hand on Kiku's shoulder. Russia looked at him; what had he been doing with Japan? "You're- what?"
"Arthur-san, please," Kiku began. "I need to do thi-"
"No! I won't stand for this!" the Englishman shouted. "You've already fought with one maniac today!" he forcefully grabbed Japan's uninjured arm. "Besides, we should get that cut treated immediately."
Kiku drew his arm away from the other, and walked towards the Russian, ignoring Arthur's anger. "Ivan-chan, how shall we go about this?"
The Russian threw one last glare at England before smiling at his friend. "Hm…" he hummed, sounding cheerful. "No weapons; I think that we should only rely on our own strength- not that of our military's…"
Japan nodded. He didn't really have a military, but America protects him- which, somehow, also gave him the nation's ridiculous power when he used it. "That sounds reasonable. I ac-"
"But, let's make this interesting," Ivan said quickly, gaining a dark scowl from England and a curious look from Japan. At the Japanese's lack of talking, he continued. "Let's make a bet. The standard 'whoever loses does something for the winner'," he finished, looking quite happy at the prospect.
"No way in hell," England spat, but it was quickly covered by Kiku's answer.
Japan's eyes shifted so quickly to Natalia that Russia wasn't sure if it even happened, but, when he had the other's attention again, Japan opened his mouth, hastily agreeing. Russia raised a questioning eyebrow, but was still happy how everything turned out.
"Where do you want to fight, comrade?"
Japan was silent for a few seconds. "… The gardens would be acceptable… I'd rather not break anything."
"Ufufu~!" Russia chuckled, patting the smaller man's head. "You are very smart- I like that. So how should we determine who wins?"
Kiku sighed, deciding not to waste his energy pushing Russia's hand away from him, and let the Russian touch him. He didn't realize the affect that it had on England though; he was too focused on how they were going to do this.
"I think that, when someone has been pinned down or cannot get up for the count of five, they lost," he looked at the Russian. "Is that acceptable?"
Ivan smiled. "Da," he said, messing the other's hair before taking his hand off. He watched the other straighten his dark hair in vain. It was in vain because, once Kiku had finished, he picked the man up and slung him over his shoulder, walking to the gardens.
England fumed. How dare that Russian- the cause of all of this- just pick up his crush, carrying him like a sack of flour on his shoulder? He was about to complain, opening his mouth to holler at Ivan, when a hand pressed firmly on his shoulder.
He looked into the unreadable face of Belarus. "Seriously, how could Japan tell what she was feeling?"
Face still blank, Belarus directed her gaze to her brother, who was marching down the hall and chuckling, much to the Japanese's complaints. "Brother… is happy. If you make him unhappy, I will not hesitate to kill you."
Gulping audibly, Arthur blurted out "But are you happy?" not really sure why he even asked.
Natalia shifted her gaze to the Englishman. "… If Brother's happy, I'm happy."
"I," Arthur started, but stopped and walked the opposite direction that Japan and Russia went. If he went, he'd be unable to help- Japan wouldn't allow him to. "I'm not watching."
"That was completely unnecessary, Russia-chan," Kiku huffed as he was set down. Kiku took in the familiar sight and sighed, trying to calm down a bit. They were in the gardens now; various flowers blooming like they normally would, but that didn't matter. He breathed in the scent, and felt a small smile on his lips before he turned back to Russia. "… Shall we begin?"
"Da," the platinum blonde answered, charging forward. He swung a large fist forward, Japan dodging last minute. This continued for a while, Japan assessing the situation. Russia was faster than he looked, and he was definitely stronger… but he was quicker and more experienced. He continued his dodging, letting the other wear himself out.
Finally, Ivan seemed to be slowing down. Kiku took his chance and kicked out, hitting the other in the arm with his foot before he quickly punched a fist into the Russian's face. Ivan looked surprised as Japan took a few steps back.
"Ufufu~ I'm afraid you'll have to do more than that~" he cooed, beckoning the other to go ahead and attack again. When the Japanese didn't, he charged. The same thing happened as last time; after a few times dodging, Kiku lashed out, kicking to the Russian, but this time Russia was prepared. He grabbed Japan's leg and dropped him to the ground. Kiku scrambled to get up again, but Russia finally landed a punch to his stomach.
Japan threw his feet out at the Russian's shins as the larger reached down to grab him, but this didn't work quite as planned. The thought was that it would make the Russian fall backwards, giving Kiku time to get up, not that the Russian would land on Kiku, making everything much, much harder. Russia smiled.
Kiku tried to push the Russian off of him when he heard the other counting softly in his own language. When Ivan reached three, Japan finally managed to at least roll the two of them over. He quickly elbowed Ivan in the stomach, effectively cutting off his next number.
Soon all of the fighting was taking place on the ground- they just didn't have time to get up before another punch or kick was thrown. This arrangement didn't last very long, though, for Ivan grabbed Japan's already-injured arm and twisted it around as they rolled once more. Kiku was pinned down on his stomach, arm tightly held by Russia, who was using his body as a cage against the smaller man's attempts at escape.
Both were panting heavily; Ivan counting, and Kiku struggling to get out of the Russian's hold. "… пять…*" Without a word, the Russian picked Japan up like he did before and brought him to the infirmary.
Since the nations used this particular building for meetings fairly often, it had all of the necessities for them. A main meeting room, followed by multiple smaller ones for them to split up for smaller deals or problems; gardens, which they just were; one cafeteria that was connected to a private kitchen, so, if they wanted to make something else to eat, they could; and the infirmary, stocked with all different kinds of medications and tools. It was really more like a hospital had been crammed into one big room- there were even hospital-standard beds in there.
Once they were inside of the sanitized room, Ivan set Kiku down on one of the multiple beds and pulled out some gauze and disinfectant from one of the drawers. "We're going to have to treat that cut on your arm."
Kiku nodded. "Hai," he said, expecting the other to hand him the supplies. When he didn't Kiku looked at the Russian in confusion.
"Well," Ivan started, looking at the other. "Take off your shirt. The sleeve's getting in the way."
Japan looked down at his dirtied, torn suit. "Well this is ruined…"
"Would you rather I take it off?" Russia teased, leaning forwards.
Kiku flushed and, muttering something under his breath about how inappropriate the Russian was being, unbuttoned and took off his jacket and dress shirt.
"This will sting a bit…" Russia cleaned the wound in silence. After it was cleaned and disinfected, he wrapped the gauze around in a neat fashion. Kiku nodded his thanks and put his dirtied clothes back on.
"Russia-chan…"
"Hm?" Russia looked at the other. "What is it, Japan?"
"What… Since you won... What do you want me to do?" the Japanese asked uncertainly.
"Ah!" Russia grinned. "Well, you see… I do not know." Kiku paled. "Don't worry; I'm sure I'll think of something. Ufufufu~!" He stood up and grabbed Japan's hand. "We'd better get back to the meeting. I bet Germany has had enough time to get everyone back into the room," he continued his cheerful laughter.
The two walked back to the meeting in silence, and opened the doors of the main conference room. Most of the countries looked at them in quiet curiosity- Belarus and England had come back before, not saying anything. Plus, the state of their clothing also caused a few eyebrows to quirk up (especially the blood. That was probably the most concerning of all). Russia dropped Japan's hand and headed towards his seat. As soon as he let go, the room resumed its usual chatter. Japan was waved over by England, who was offering the seat next to him to Kiku.
Russia frowned… but covered it with his signature smile. "Oh, comrade Japan~!"
The room was silent again.
Kiku turned from where he was standing next to England. "Hai, Russia-chan?"
"I thought of something~"
The Russian gestured for him to come over, so he did. "Oh? Already?" The Russian bent down to whisper in his ear.
"From now on, when we're together you get to sit next to me~!" Russia clasped his hands together as he pulled away. "You will do it, da?"
Japan sweat-dropped; he didn't have much choice in the matter anyway. Well, at least he didn't have to 'Become one'. "Hai…" He took his seat next to the Russian, right in time for Germany to come back into the room, dragging a certain Italian behind him.
"WE ARE GETTING THIS MEETING OVER IF I HAVE TO LOCK US IN THIS ROOM! Now get in your seats- i don't care if someone's missing- we still have the majority of countries here! It's now time for France's speech. Go," he said, turning to the Frenchman.
And we're going to stop it there, mainly because I just unconciouslly made the longest chapter. And it probably sucked because most of it was a crappy fight scene... ^J^;
R&R
~Dark Side of the Moon
