Chapter 2 - I Need a Hero

By UnlitLantern

(AN: Unfortunately, I've come to find that I don't enjoy this story as much as I once did, and I will therefore not be continuing it. Ie also come to find that, due to not watching Hetalia for a while, my character interpretations are severely out of practice. However, fret not! I leave this fanfiction up for adoption. Whoever would enjoy continuing this, feel free. I will not update past this promised bit. If you really want to read another Hetalia fanfiction, I will still be updating Romania's Halloween Party. Thanks all!)

Scone raced through the grass, pink padded paws bouncing off of the ground as he moved as fast as he could. The tomcat had no idea what he'd done to L'amour, his fur standing on end as he raced away from the persian. His heart was racing, and his wide, startled eyes darted around to make sure he didn't collide with anything in his haste. After a few minutes of running, he had calmed down, his adrenaline dying down as his rapid pace slowed. He panted lightly, shutting his eyes a moment as he came to a stop. He reopened his eyes, looking out before him. He'd managed to run all the way to Hero's house, able to see it from where he stood. Scone lowered his head, trying to catch his breath as he thought. Although his head was still spinning from what had occurred with L'amour, the tomcat told himself that the reason he was here was because of his master, and that was what he needed to focus on. With this, Scone drew in a deep breath, and let out a sigh, composing himself and padding briskly towards the house's door.

He hopped up the steps, his soft, folded ears flopping as he did so. Scone looked up at the towering door and began to meow, slapping his soft paw against the wooden surface.

"'Ey! 'Ey! I need 'elp!" He yowled when no one answered the door. "'Ero!" He called.

"Yeah? Scone, what're you doing?" Came a voice from beside him. The tomcat whipped his head to the side, spotting Hero coming from around the side of the house. Scone let his paws drop, rushing off of the steps and towards the other tom. Every hair on his tail was standing straight up, and his expression was one of panic.

"'Ero, I need your help! Something's wrong with my master!" Scone said in a panicked meow. The blonde tom's eyes widened, and his ears perked to attention.

"What? How?" He asked, the other's clear panic alarming him.

"I don't know! But I can't wake 'im up!" This statement spurred Hero into action, and he nudged Scone's head before dashing back to the side of the house. Scone, taking the hint, quickly followed, and they soon arrived at a cat door. Hero squirmed through the door, his pudgy belly rubbing against the bottom as he did so. Scone came into the house a moment later, easily fitting through the opening with his small stature. The two hurriedly found their way into the living room, where America laid lounging on a sofa. The country looked over at the two cats and smiled.

"Hey buddy, what's up? You got a friend over?" He asked, adjusting his glasses. America frowned a bit as the cats began to meow loudly, sounding upset. His eyes widened a bit in recognition as he realized that the Scottish fold was England's as was evidenced by its familiar red collar. "What's wrong?..." He asked, sitting upright as he looked down at the two felines.

Scone let out a loud yowl and scurried over to America, biting down on his pant leg and tugging, like he was trying to get him to get up off of the couch.

(I'm very sorry, but this shall be the end. Feel free to pick up the story and continue it however you wish :) )