WINGS OF THE WORLD- CHAPTER 2

*sweatdrop* Heh... sorry this took soooooo freaking long. I'm such a procrastinator. OTL And and I was cursed with major writer's block. A Well, here you have it, chapter 2 of Wings of the World! Next is a new chapter of Chuck vs. The Eagle! I started writing a Fem!EnglandxFrance fic for a school writing contest, but I dunno if it'll be appropriate ^_^; I'll stop my rambling now so you can read~ Enjoy! ^_^
DISCLAIMER: Again, I do /NOT/ own Hetalia or Maximum Ride. Hidekaz Himaruya and James Patterson do. This story, yeah, it's mine :)


The entire room was filled with surprised gasps and dropping jaws, all eyes staring wide-eyed at the six children across the room. Wings. These kids had wings. America was completely in awe, and was the first to say anything.
"That... is the most AWESOME thing I have ever seen! Where can I get some?" Every pair of eyes in the room were now focused on the obnoxious American. "What?" he asked, completely oblivious to his own idiocy. Max smirked and snorted at the remark.
"Trust me. You would think it would be pretty awesome to have wings and fly right? Well, that's the fun part. It's not all fun and games, though, Alfred. We're constantly on the run, with no permanent home, constantly being chased by god knows what." She walks up to him, looking directly into his baby blue eyes with deep intensity. America stepped back, the beam of sunlight shining into the room reflecting off of his square-rimmed glasses, making his eyes concealed behind the glare. "You don't want to be me, you don't want wings like us, no matter how much you think you do. Got it?" He nodded sheepishly in response. Arthur knew there was a reason he decided to fight alongside her. It was nearly impossible to shut Alfred up, scaring him was practically out of the question. The teen wasn't even scared of Russia, the man who could send a chill to anybody that was within ten feet of his presence. Just don't mention the horror film he watched the other day, he'll deny ever screaming like a little girl and clinging to poor Kiku. Max stepped back to join her flock, all of which were staring with serious, saddened expressions. Angel, who's name described the young girl perfectly, looked like she was about to cry, a face that yanked at all of the nation's hearts.
"Max, and her um..."
"Flock. This is my flock."
"Right, you and your flock can have a seat if you'd like," the President offered. Max nodded and the Flock gathered onto the adjacent brown leather couch. Angel clutched onto the Gasman's arm, burying her face into his shoulder, her eyelids fluttering shut.
"Max, can you explain to us... how did this happen to you?" Francis spoke up, his curiosity getting the better of him. If the wings weren't something they were born with, who knows what brutal torture and excruciating pain they had to go through. France shuddered internally at the thought.
"Well... uh. We were the lucky ones. Before we were born, the scientists, or whitecoats as we like to call them, somehow implanted avian, bird, DNA into our human DNA. They took us away from our parents telling them we had died, or in Angel and Gazzy's case, they were sold to the School. As for me, I was born and raised at the school. I don't even want to talk about the experiments. They were horrible, something no person should EVER have to go through. When we managed to escape, we thought we were finally free. We finally had a place free of anyone who wanted to dissect our brains or draw several quarts of blood in one sitting. For years, we were safe. It's not until recently that the chasing began. They even managed to capture us again for a little bit, but we're smarter than the average bird-kid. So here we are, running again."
The nations and Mr. Jameson listened intently to her story, Alfred leaning against the side table next to the couch France and England were sitting in, his eyebrows knitted in anger and horror. Francis and Ludwig shook their heads, their sympathetic expressions typical to the Flock, they see it every time they reveal their secret.
"I... I'm sorry..." Alfred whispered, the other men nodding their heads in agreement. Alfred stood up straight, his hands in his jacket pockets.
"What can we do to help?"
"Help us fight. Take down Itex. End this. That's all we ask from you, Mr. Jones."
"And us?" Francis asked.
"We've had help from Arthur here already," Max began, and turned her attention towards the Englishman. Arthur blushed angrily and folded his arms, again refusing to admit anything. "...But we could use as much help we can get."
Francis sat back and thought deeply about what he could do. He could literally join into the fight, guns and all, but that wasn't exactly his forte, not to mention he would ruin his luxurious golden hair!
"I'll help, but only with supplies and whatever else you might need. I'm not exactly ze best fighter," he confessed.
"I'm not afraid, I'm a hero! I'll do anything to bring down ITEX! Count me in, I'm willing to fight!" America exclaimed, the Flock exchanging smiles of hope and relief. Finally, they could get help from not only kids, but the government as well.
"I'm afraid I agree with the bloody Frenchie. I'm not exactly the fighting type," Arthur admitted, his overgrown eyebrow twitching.
"B-But Arthur! Y-you and Peter did really great fighting against the Flyboys the other day... you were really brave, both of you..." Angel whined.
Now he felt bad. He couldn't argue with such a sweet, angelic face like that. Her eyes glistened with fresh tears welling up, like a dam about to burst.
"I-If you don't fight... w-we might never beat ITEX... P-please, ?" she pleaded, fresh tears sliding down a dirtied cheek, the trail revealing her porcelain skin.
Well, shoot.
"I-I suppose I could assist alongside Alfred... just please don't cry..." He finally gave in, a relieved Angel flying into his arms, literally, and embracing him tightly. Arthur patted her golden curls gently, the nostalgic feeling of someone this size hugging him like this surging throughout his heart. She pulled back and pecked his cheek, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Kirkland! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She nuzzled against his cheek, wrapping her arms around his chest. Francis smiled, not the creepy, almost scary smile he almost always wore, but an actual smile, as he watched the girl and his old friend or enemy or whatever you wanted to call him. He knew exactly what Arthur was feeling at that moment, and turned to America.
"You're welcome, sweetheart. It's the least I could do..." he pried Angel's delicate arms away from his chest and set her down onto the ground, blinking back tears that threatened to spill. Angel smiled sweetly and joined Max and the rest of the Flock.
"West... we should help," Gilbert finally managed to croak, his eyes more bloodshot than ever, his teeth gritted in pain as he rubbed his temple.
"Bruder... it's about time you joined the conversation. I will support you, but I refuse to shed any blood, whether it be human or mutant blood," Ludwig finally decided.
"Thank you, all of you, we probably wouldn't be able to do this without your support," said Max.
"Now that we've come to a decision, this meeting is dismissed. Thank you all for you're time," Mr. Jameson announced.


After the meeting, Max and the Flock went back to their hotel room. It wasn't the nicest of places, but hey, it was better than sleeping on the cold, rocky ground in a cave. Max sat on the edge of one of the twin beds, looking out the window in deep thought.
"Max, what's up with you? Something bothering you?"
Max jumped, her hair flicking Fang's face as she whipped her head around to face him. He was nearly impossible to detect, so silent and dark, he almost blended in with the dark colors of the walls.
"Seriously, can you stop that? Anyways, I've been thinking... how could a guy so young and so... immature be so important? You know what I mean? Something doesn't feel right about that guy. Actually, something didn't seem right about any of them. And what's up with Arthur? Why is he denying ever helping us? It's too confusing..."
Fang sat down next to her, listening to whatever she had to say. Everything she asked had been going through his mind as well.
"You're the leader, what should we do?"
The first three words made Max smile with pride. Being a leader was not easy, she had to decide what the next move was, care for the flock, and apparently, save the world. For any other girl her age, it would have been too much to handle. But she was Maximum Ride, the girl whose sole purpose for being created was to save the Earth and all who inhabited it, starting with taking down ITEX.
"We'll start with Alfred. Figure out his little secret. Maybe he's the president's secret son? Maybe the wonderful world called the internet can help."
Fang grabbed the stolen laptop from a pile of clothes and blankets in the middle of the bed, opening it. The screen flickered on, and Fang immediately started the search.
"What was his name again?"
"Alfred. Alfred F. Jones."
"Well that narrows it down," Fang replied sarcastically. Max rolled her eyes and took the laptop from him, clicking on the image search button, hoping she can find a picture of the bubbly blonde man.
Nothing.
Page after page, she found absolutely nothing. She had to have gone through at least 50 pages before her mind shut itself down, her neck relaxing backwards onto a soft and welcoming pillow, and within seconds, she passed out. Fang came out of the shower, wearing pajamas that consisted of a black t-shirt and sweatpants, and found Max sleeping with the laptop still in her lap. His lips curled into a smile and he continued his partner's search throughout the night.
Click. Nope.
Click. Scroll. Sigh.
Click.
Click.
Click. "Hm?"
The time was now 4:52 A.M. It had been more than six hours of non-stop searching before Fang finally found a very blurry picture of Alfred. He clicked on the picture, pulling up a website filled with pictures.
Wait until Max sees this.


END CHAPTER TWO! *HAPPY*
My parents think I'm doing an English assignment/Writing contest... I'm thinking about submitting one of my fics for the contest, but it would have to be AU and stuff... I dunno... Suggestions?
Anyways, thanks for reading! I hoped you enjoyed :3
PS: Did I mention I went to my first con over the weekend? OwO Megacon 2011! I was there, cosplaying as Hungary ^_^
PPS: Review? Pretty pwease/? *puppy dog eyes*
-Kitty~