This chapter is considered "Safe For Work."
***Warnings: Vulgar language, minor violence/bullying?***
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor the characters in this chapter. The plot is mine.***
Belarus growled at the banging on her door. She stood and swung it open. "What-"
A hand grabbed her and dragged her out into the living room. She yelped, pulling the arm towards her and getting a good kick at his ribs. Groaning, Germany let go and doubled over. She grimaced at him, her arms crossed over her chest in disgust. "Do not touch me."
He sighed, glancing up at her in fury. "We need to go. Now. If they found the tap then there's no doubt that they're going to be coming after you."
"Does it look like I was going to sit around and braid my hair?" She hissed.
Germany looked her up and down. "Ja."
Stepping forward, she pushed him towards a chair, both hands firmly pressed to his chest. He only 'hmphed' at her frugal attempt, scowling as deeply as ever. Rolling her eyes, she started for the door. "Hurry the fuck up and get us out of here if you're so worried, pussy. I don't have all day to waste on your worrying," Natalya grumbled.
Internally, her mind remained abuzz with thoughts and confusion. This fucking world… Filled with wire tapping, ally-shooting, sneaking behind others' back, using each other… She had had her share of stepping stones but for it to be so extreme to blatantly use those who you considered allies. It all seemed like…
'Something I would do during war.'
The thoughts made her shudder. Is this what awaited her outside of the confines of her country? What would have happened had her actions had made her a powerful country instead of the hermit she was now? Would she be recklessly bloodthirsty? It amused her to think she'd be more violent than she was now. 'The me from this world is probably a pansy,' she hissed internally, the inkling burning into her mind.
Her consciousness returned to the present as her 'babysitter', for lack for the better word, pushed past her. He smoothly turned the lock, pulling the door open and looking both ways down the hallway. She rolled his eyes at his cautiousness, taking this time to kick him out the doorway. Germany stumbled, looking back at her and growling.
"Easy, little poodle, don't get your curls in a knot," she sassed, lips pursed in minor amusement. Belarus then let out a small whistle. "Go on, lassie."
"I swear to Gott in Himmel, if this was a different situation-"
A finger poked his chest. "Or what? You'd beat me to a pulp? The only reason I'm following you is so I can get home alive."
His jaw clenched, teeth grinding. "Then why did you kick me out of the room?"
"For the Hell of it." He began to growl again and she rolled her eyes. "Just go already."
With one last sigh, he looked down towards the elevator. Germany lead the way once more, pausing to look up at the floor the elevator was on before pressing the button on the elevator, darting to the side, and starting for the stairs. Her eyes went to the elevator then back to the door to the staircase. Groaning, she went after him. "Why the hell did you press the elevator button?"
"For the Hell of it."
A predictable response. Natalya stayed as close as she could to him, slightly losing breath after a few flights of stairs. Despite having been announced "fully recovered" when released from the hospital, she found herself easily winded by the steps. Apparently the walk here was a breeze on a summer afternoon. Nevertheless, she did not breathe a word of complaint, not wanting to see the snide smirk on her caretaker's face when he found her weaker than her airs put on.
By the time they reached the bottom, slight perspiration adorned her forehead. Her chest rose and fell with slight difficulty but her teeth remained clenched, producing a reluctant panting. Germany turned back to her, examining her with a critical gaze.
"What are you waiting for, pushy?" She snapped with a quick breath. "You're the one that wanted to keep going." He stared at her a moment longer, giving a curt nod before pushing the cement door open and hurrying out.
Germany strode past the front desk, glaring at the receptionist before flinging the key card to them. Belarus followed from behind, slowly regaining her breathing. At least he was not walking at such a brisk pace. She followed him out the door and down the sidewalk, sticking as close as she needed to without getting lost. Sadly, it seemed to be a rush hour of some sort with crowded street sides and hurried cars so her presence needed to be as close to him as possible. She cursed this small town and its surprisingly large population. Then again, they were "on the run."
"How many times has that happened to me…" Belarus grumbled, almost tickled by the notion.
Germany glanced back at her, making sure she was still close by. Seeing a glare returned to him, he continued on his way with an eternally ill-tempered girl on his tail. The sun had gone past its zenith and now he began to wonder if they had found them missing yet. Knowing the Security Council, or America for the matter, they would have begun moving the moment they found the chip. Then again, it seemed England had taken control. Who knew what he could do? This wariness dug inside him, tearing away every sign of easiness that he had usually carried. He bit his lower lip, wondering how much-
Sopping. Wet.
He found himself sopping wet in a fountain the pair had been passing by. Germany had been too preoccupied by his own misgivings that he was not prepared in the slightest when Belarus gave him a simple push into it. His eyes flared with anger and he looked over at the cause of his current predicament. "Natalya. Look at what the hell you did." She remained emotionless on the subject, as if her comment were nothing but a fly dying on a windowsill. His cheeks burst aflame with flushing blood and unconquerable anger. "YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME, NATALYA? IS THAT IT? THAT PUSHING ME INTO THIS FUCKING SPIT HOLE IS HILARIOUS? WELL VERDAMMT, BITCH, I AM AT MY WIT'S END AND DOING THIS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES ISN'T DOING ANYTHING TO HELP!"
"You are missing the point, pea brain."
He opened his mouth to retort wrathfully but Belarus grabbed the hat from his head and shoved it in his mouth. "Listen close, dick breath. I am sick and tired of seeing all this yapping and complaining and whining over what the hell is going on in 'your world'. You think it's hard? Fucking deal with it. Your attitude right now is only going to get both of us killed and until you pull it together, I don't give a shit where I go; I will not follow someone who acts like he doesn't know what the hell he's doing." Her finger jabbed at his forehead, pushing it back with a 'tch'. "In the time it's taken me to hate your guts, the way you're acting makes me hate you even more than before and I bet if you would look at yourself, you'd feel the same way."
A moment passed, lightning flashing between their eyes before slowly… Germany found she was right. All this running, all this planning. All this abandonment of his friends. Especially about how agitated he became at each passing hour. Who the hell was he? In a matter of days, he was transformed into a conniving bastard running around and playing babysitter? And this person who he only met days ago could see that difference. His features fell in defeat, removing the hat from his mouth and holding it in his hand. Germany climbed out of the fountain, not meeting her eyes. "You don't know who we are, girl. Stop acting like you do."
"I don't know who you are. I only say what's on my mind. And right now, I prefer returning to where I belong." He hmphed, continuing as if his soaking attire would not lead to some form of bothersome pneumonia. With the roll of her eyes and a self-satisfied smirk, she followed the soaked bastard through the area, relieved to now find the other had begun to relax. "At least you're not acting like you have a stick up your ass."
"Watch it. I'm still pissed as fuck."
Author's Note:
Major thanks to Black Blood of the Red Rose for being the beta for this chapter and helping me with story lining!
That's right, guys. I'm alive back. And not only am I back, I updated twice! It's been really tough trying to get some stuff written up, especially with college applications right around the corner and my ask blogs and other things of the sort. I still have to get some poem ready for the try out… *many sighs* Well, then, news for the chapter. Our dear Natalya stays true to her character of being harshfully honest. T'is a lesson that sometimes you have to be honest to others, even if they don't want to hear it. In addition to that, this chapter would have been longer had I not hit writer's block. More specifically, canon block. So, why not have you guys help me out? I've set up a poll on my blog. For the next chapter to come out, I'll need some assistance. All you need to do is answer the poll question "Who is the deadest (as a nation)?" by choosing one of the choices. Shhhhh, secret as to what it's about. But that's that! As always, I always love your support for my stories and I'm sorry for the wait. Reviews are always appreciated!