Chapter 2 Party's Over, Isla de Señorita
"I'm glad you finally decided to back the hero up on this one, bro!"
"Just keep steering."
The American and Englishman already touched down in the foreign Panamanian territory. Now the two countries floated along down Gatun Lake in their little vessel, hoping to reach the recently abandoned construction site soon.
"Now if we follow this map that old frog gave you, the construction should be around here somewhere…" England muttered, while studying their handy map. "Bloody hell, there are sure a lot of land masses. An ideal location to send an enemy if you wanted them lost."
"Haha, England you're hilarious." The obnoxious blonde laughed from his captain position.
"I wasn't joking…" The Brit grumbled, peering around at the foreign greenery. "I get the feeling that we're being watched…"
Silence fell upon the small boat until only the motor could be heard splashing in the water. England turned to his brother, fanning him down with urgency. "America, turn off the engine for a tick, will you?"
"Sure, bro. Though I don't know what your deal is." The younger male maneuvered over to the engine; he pulled the plug and the air fell into true silence. A worried expression crossed England's face as he gazed through the trees. The thick-eyebrowed male huffed and turned back to his American companion. "I suppose it was only my superstitions getting the best of me. Sorry about that. Though I could have swore I-" England froze at the sound of a soft singing that gradually grew louder as their ship floated along in the waters.
"Faaaar, faaaar, across the seeeeeaaa. My loooove is on eternal leeeaavvve. And though he sometimes visits me… He's always gone with the tide…"
The green-eyed Englishman frowned and placed a hand up to his chin in thought. "Hmm, that kind of sounded like-"
"A cry for help!" America interrupted. "Don't worry the hero, will save you mysterious damsel!"
"Oh, shut up!"
England and America scanned the area in search of the voice's location, before England stopped at a particular land mass. His green eyes caught sight of a woman staring blankly out to the waters, ignorant to their intrusion. She was tan skinned with long, brown, curly locks, yet a distinct visual wasn't exactly an option at the distance the two were at.
Trying to identify whether she was friend or foe, England stared down at her body. She was wearing foreign clothing (no duh), somewhat similar to the clothing women wore at Spain's place, but it was clear she'd taken the liberty to change a lot to it. "Excuse me! Miss!" The Englishman called.
"Huh?" The woman turned to face the two men surprised to see them at first, before she broke out in a large grin. "Oh! ¡Hola! mis amigos ¿Qué le trae aquí?" She called to them.
"Oh she speaks Mexican!" America eagerly pushed his elder brother out of the way and cuffed his hands around his mouth, ready to shout a reply.
"No, you git!" England shoved back, making the boat rock dangerously. "Don't you realize we are in foreign territory? Shouting just about anything could offend her! Now, let a gentleman handle this situation."
Clearing his throat, England politely yelled back. "Sorry to disturb you, but we're a bit lost! Do you think you could point out the way to Panama's Canal?"
The woman looked taken aback, making America snort with laughter. "Haha, looks like you're the one who offended her!"
"Oh, shut up…" England grumbled.
Rather than turning away angry, the mysterious lady beckoned the men towards the land. Although America was hesitant about approaching some random woman, England started up the boat once again and steered forward. "This way we'll arrive to the Canal much faster, rather than steering to France's directions." The Englishman smiled to himself.
"You sure about this Britain? She could be like some kinda ghost killer or somethin'! Maybe she died in the forest and is bound to getting all travelers lost! Or worse!" The younger blonde tried to laugh off his panic, but couldn't hide his obvious paranoia.
England huffed and continued steering towards shore. "You've clearly been watching too many horror stories, based on your childish theory. Why don't you let me lead on this one, since you're so scared?"
"I-I'm not scared, I'm the hero! I'm just taking precautions! This forest is far-out creepy!"
"Then shut up and be the hero more quietly while I steer us to land."
Spain: *chibi-style* Hetalia!
"Why hello, amigos! Nice to see you cara a cara!" The woman spoke radiantly.
"Yes, quite charmed…" England replied curtly. His green eyes shifted to America who was nervously staring at the creepy scenery that surrounded them. It was like that abandoned amusement park island with the Disney characters! I think they've got a CreepyPasta on it… Anyway, the American put up a bravado in front of the young 'damsel', puffing out his chest even to go with the gimmick. "So you called for a hero?"
"¿Qué?"
"What my idiot of a partner meant to ask was if you could help us? Of course, I am forgetting my manners… I am... Engl-"
"Bro! We can't tell her we're countries! What if she's human?" America hissed in rather loudly.
"Well if she didn't know then, she knows now, since you're being an obnoxious little git as usual!" England snapped back in the same 'whispery' tone. "Right… Um sorry about that. I'm Arthur Kirkland, and this is my little brother-"
"The savior of the world: Alfred F. Jones! The 'F' stands for Freedom!"
Her golden-brown eyes lit up like her laugh, which was almost music to the ears of the proud American. She smiled widely as she introduced herself. "My name is Reina Mercè Fernández de la Cruz, but Reina is good enough for me! Now what brings you to Panama?"
England opened his mouth to speak, when Alfred butt in. "As the hero, it's my job to make sure everyone is happy and seeing things my way!" He laughed obnoxiously. "And it seems that someone has an unfinished Canal!"
The same offended look flashed across the woman's face, but it was quickly hidden as she turned away from the men. "Oh, well if that's what you came for, then you may as well turn back home."
"Huh?" England and America chorused.
Without explaining properly, the woman started to wander deep into the forested area. As the last traces of her flowing green skirt disappeared in the brush, America smirked down at his older brother. "Think I should've gotten her number?"
"America! Our only chance at a guide just walked off, because of you, you git! And your only concern was her number?!"
"It's legit, dude!"
Before the brothers could launch into another argument, a rustle of bushes sounded through the area. Pinpointing its direction, the two noticed it came from the opposite way the dame disappeared to. "What do you think that is?" America grimaced at the sudden sound. England didn't answer as the rustling became more frantic, until it finally stopped. Before anyone could trade a word, a fair-toned male stepped out of the brush. He looked fairly close to the woman who had only disappeared save for the clothing (still similar to Spain's dress, England thought) and his eyes, which were a cute honey gold color.
"Oi! What are you doing here? ¡¿Usted es estúpido o algo?! This is my territory!"
"I thought this was Panama-"
"And she belongs to me! You've got ten seconds to get out of here before I get something to hit you with!" The strange man, glared hard at the two.
England huffed and shot the man an even glare, but didn't dare to interfere with a matter he couldn't help. "Come on America, it's clear that our assistance isn't wanted around here."
"No!" America snapped. "I've sworn on my hero status that I'd finish this Canal thing, and that's what I'm doing! I already put it on Twitter, so I can't bail out! Hashtag, it's now or never!"
"Uno!"
"America, he's counting!"
"Well, what's he gonna do? It's two against one!"
"Dos!"
England scowled up at the American. "You bloody wanker! You're going to get yourself killed in a foreign country, where I can't get your body back!"
"Tres!"
"He doesn't scare me!"
"Cuatro!"
"…Okay so I ran out of lines to say, what now?"
"I guess we could wait until he's almost done with the countdown, before we can begin dialogue again…"
"Cinco!"
The American and Englishman waited patiently as the countdown continued, the number seven was going to come soon.
"Seis! ... Siete!"
"Okay, he's at seven. Now we can continue arguing!" England glared at his brother once again. "Where was I, again?"
"You were saying that I was a 'wanker'?"
"Ocho!"
"Right, well, now look at what you've done! At any moment he's going to hit us and it'll be your fault!"
"Dude, it's like one of him and two of us!"
"It doesn't matter! The moral is to think before you do something so stupid!"
"Nueve!"
"Crap, he's at nine, and I don't have any good lines!"
"Die-"
"Wait! Hermano!" A familiar face came running through the trees, her long curly mane bouncing behind her freely. "Por favor Colombia, don't do anything to them! They've only wanted to help!"
"But Panama, they do not belong here!"
"Sí, but-"
"No 'but's, hermana. I will not stand for another intrusion on this territory!"
"So, I'm just another territory to you?!" The woman snapped. "You're just like Spain! Always bossing me around, well just because you're my big brother doesn't mean you can tell me what to do all the time! I'm all grown up now!"
"So what, you want to take care of yourself now? You can't even remember your own schedules, how are you going to run a country?"
Throughout the argument, America was careful to pay attention to what was happening. Sure he was dealing with sibling rivalry as usual, but the woman's unhappiness was oddly familiar- "Sorry to interrupt, chap, but my American companion is quite a reliable bloke. Sure he may not be the most mature, but I know for certain that he will not leave the task of finishing your Canal alone until it's finished." England stated proudly.
In utter shock, the glasses-bearing American's eyes widened at the Brit's words, his jaw dropping to the floor. Green eyes shot him a 'just go with it' look, which was all he needed to intrigue the distressed mistress and her belligerent brother. "Yeah, that's right! The hero will always be there to swoop in and save damsels in distress. Fight the bad guy until they beg for mercy. And push for a treaty that will give me rights to-"
"Alright, overkill, that's enough!" England hissed.
Colombia's angered look did not change as his sister continued to plead with her cute eyes. He kicked up a bluish green rock with the skill of a football/soccer player and caught the gem in his hand. "No, now leave or be pelted with my emeralds!"
"And sometimes you just gotta know when to run!" America gripped his British brother and booked it to the docked boat. As their small ship drifted away, Colombia and his sister watched the two leave, probably never to return. Probably.
Translations
Tick -British English- I believe this means 'sec' in American terms. You know like 'just a sec'. I could be wrong, because I think I've read it on a British to American English website guide, eh… never hurt to try right?
¡Hola! mis amigos ¿Qué le trae aquí? -Spanish- Hello my friends. What brings you here?
Cara a cara -Spanish- Face to face (Up close and personal)
¿Qué? -Spanish- What?
¡¿Usted es estúpido o algo?! -Spanish- Are you stupid or something?!
Uno…Diez -Spanish- One…Ten
Hermano/Hermana -Spanish- Brother/Sister
Por favor -Spanish- Please
Emerald- Colombia is known worldwide for its valuable emeralds, and is the discovery site of one of the largest in the world (the Gachalá Emerald).
*Sorry if I insulted anyone…it's kind of a thing in America to think that anyone who speaks Spanish…is automatically from our neighbor Mexico… Not every American thinks that, but a lot of us do….Not me though.
My word, it's been a while. But I guess now is a better time than never. I honestly need to purchase my own laptop...all my fanfiction chapter data is done on my cell which is a MAJOR PAIN so be patient, ja? Happy Valentine's Day but the way! Another thing the title and a song reference belong to Adventure Time. Best cartoon on the surface of the planet!
So what's the deal with Colombia and America? Rivalry is definitely gonna spark between those two in the future. I wonder how America plans to get around this little issue though? Especially if he plans on building the Canal Zone?
Well until then!
Raphadile the Adventurer reminds you to keep on Adventuring