Chapter 16!
Sorry for updating this story so late, I had a lot of family excursions and I just needed the water pipe of inspiration. I hoped a lot of you liked how the Chibitalia segment ended.
Enjoy!
A black abyss was quiet and cold. Not a single sound could be heard except people twiddling or twirling their weapons around and some loud clatter around a large, round table. Looks like Prussia formed his own little G8 and some of their faces were ecstatic or, quite frankly, filled with boredom. Belarus tried to pass some time by sharpening her blade on the metal table and Prussia practiced some aiming skills by throwing daggers at a bullseye with a picture of Germany.
All of a sudden, a portal appeared above the table and Spain was startled so much he was about to strike whatever it was with his Halberd. Surprisingly, it was a familiar friend and that stopped Spain right in his tracks.
Prussia grinned and was delighted to see him again."Well isn't this my little birdie friend."
He noticed the letter, "Ah, who could it be from?" He looked at the casing, and opened it and saw another familiar thing. "That seal. Brother." His red eyes flickered as he read the letter and paused for a couple of seconds. Canada wasoncerned and asked him, "Are you alright sir?"
In a burst of enjoyment Prussia smiled and he frolicked around the table. "Finally! I'm so bored. Listen up everyone!" They all turned their heads towards his excitement.
"This should amuse all of us honhonhon."
He takes another dagger and threw it at Germany's head perfectly. "Let's go kill some bastards now!"
Austria and Hungary turned towards each other and stared at each other romantically. As Austria adjusted his glasses he let his beloved lay her head on his chest, and with a prissy tone, "Honestly, I knew this was going to happen."
"Oh Mr. Austria, let us kill together peacefully." Her tone was chipper, yet soothing and disturbing to listen to.
He tipped her chin as within a breaths distance uttered, "Anything to please you dear."
As those two had their romantic moment, Belarus stood up from her chair and strolled over to caress her brother's chest, "Oh big brother, after all is said and done we can finally get married." The two stared at each other passionately as she leaned in for a kiss on the lips. Russia found that kiss to be delicious with her suckle lips, "I couldn't have it any other way sister." That time, he leaned into her as they kissed more.
Their kissing sounds instigated something completely inappropriate by France (No surprise), "Why don't you two get a room?"
Right next to France was the quiet nation as he smacked him in the back of the head. France was flustered as his blonde hair tussled from side to side, "What did I say? What did I say? Honestly, can't you take any of my jokes? Trou du cul."
Prussia grabbed a dagger buried from the bullseye and stabbed it right in front of France, "Enough bickering, it is time to leave. Even if he wants to save me, there will be blood."
The French nation was a little startled and Canada was able to calm him down, "We don't need to leave now, the fight's tomorrow. Didn't you read the letter?"
He slowly slid his hairy arms around Canada's neck, "Oh Matthew I like your style."
Canada's hair curl shot up, "That's so wrong." Unintentionally he uttered, "Maple." He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand.
"Fine. Germany, you haven't changed." Amidst his monologue he chuckled, "A new genesis is at hand and I will be the creator."
On the other side of Prussia's lair, were all of the other nations still back in Chicago. They all stared at each other haphazardly as time ticked away.
Blue eyes gleamed as he cleaned his glasses with his bomber jacket, "Man this is so depressing. All of us banding together and having to kill our friends." He slumped his arms around a crate and tried to stay awake.
Black hair fell in front of Japan's face as he sharpened one of his katanas along a metal grinder, "No Mr. America. We do not need to kill. It all starts with Mr. Prussia. Once we find out the real cause of this, we can forgive him." He inspected his sword and continued to sharpen it. "Still, I'm beginning to believe that maybe the Pictonians did have some involvement with Prussia."
A wok clinked along the concrete floor and China redid his ponytail. His brown eyes were filled with anger and disgust. "That's what I've been thinking this whole thing is about; the Picto bastards want us to feel bad for our actions."
A familiar Italian curl shot up and Italy barely opened his eyes. "But I was able to make them change their minds right?"
He pouted in disbelief and unpleasantly went back to sleep. All of a sudden a lightbulb went off from America and his glasses gleamed with enthusiasm. "Maybe if we can get my friend Tony to talk to them again, maybe then that one part of the problem can get fixed." America whipped out his latest hi-tech cell phone and walked away from the others for a quick conversation with his long time friend. They all waited anxiously for America's response.
"Well, it looks like Tony just recently made contact with them and they are pretty darn happy at whatever planet the Pictonians are living on. However, the Pictonians said that they had no involvement with Prussia going psychotic and insane. After that whole clusterfuck last time, we are pretty on good terms."
Much to America's relief, the other nations were still perplexed for the whole situation in general. The Netherlands fixed his already spiky hair by spiking it up even more. "Come on guys, let's rest up. Our fight is not that far ahead."
Everyone except Germany nodded their heads as he walked away to the doors. Belgium and the Netherlands secretly followed him. Slicked blonde hair rubbed against the cold, hard I-beam along with his toned arms.
A quick whisper could be heard from Belgium. "Germany everything will come to a resolution; I promise you that."
Germany moaned in guilt and sadness as the Netherlands patted him on the back. "You are not alone. We will back you up every way that is humanly possible."
Under Germany's heavily influenced accent he tried to blatantly say, "I wish...it could be that easy."
"Huh?" The two siblings looked at each other confused and tried to understand Germany's statement.
Biceps flexed tremendously as Germany punched the I-beam angrily. "Everyone knows that I will have to deal with my brother myself! Verdammt!" He breathed heavily and his eyes filled with rage. The Netherlands broke that rage with a simply reassurance with a pat on the back.
"All of us are looking for what is best. You are not alone."
Off in the distance, Denmark's laugh was heard. "Man Netherlands, you never cease to amuse me. So cheesy." Both of them smirked at each other and Belgium and Germany followed them back into the main part of the warehouse. Upon Germany's return, Japan and the others were smiling.
Germany was quite simply confused and couldn't think of reason why they should be so chipper and happy. "Why are you all smiling?"
America threw off his bomber jacket and grabbed a Coke bottle nearby. As he was about to open it and have a sip, reluctantly, in a calm and serious tone, "Well, myself and the others think for tomorrow's battle you deserve the best chance for winning."
Out of the blue, Italy had a gift wrapped beforehand and knew it was the right time to give it to his best friend. "Germany, our gift to you."
Inside that package was a legendary and gorgeous 1936 German Dagger. Italy covered Germany's eyes as Japan dressed him with a Black Greatcoat.
After Germany looked at himself in the mirror, he knew that the time for the battle was near and the next decisions Germany make would have a major impact. They weren't just going to be mental decisions, but physical ones that could leave some of the nations comatose. He turns his head and as a proud German with pride and honor, "Thank you so much everyone. Tomorrow is where it all ends. Go get some sleep we leave at 1 AM to Berlin."
Author's notes time!
Trou du cul (Of course in French) translates to asshole.
I do not and emphatically don't support Russia and Belarus! (But my weakness is Germany and Prussia, sue me!)
Once again I freaking love Albert Wesker's quotes, they are the best. He was so badass in Resident Evil 5!
Verdammt (German) means damn.
The dagger clearly implies when it was made and used.
You can actually see an example of a greatcoat in the anime in the extra episode where Germany will not see Italy ever again. Such a cliffhanger! In addition, GerIta is one of my other OTP. I can't wait for *SURPRISE ALERT* season 5 of Hetalia!
As for why I chose 1 AM as their departure time, the time zone difference from America to Germany is astoundingly wide apart. By the time they get there it will be 8 AM.
Phew, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and can't wait to see what happens next.
Please R&R! ^_^