Author's Note: TheSouthViet: Alright, here's the third chapter! I love this chapter, due to the fact that I proudly support AmeriViet. Sorry for those people who don't support it. Anyways, since there are two Vietnams in my world, I should probably tell you something. If you ever see a scene that says 'Vietnam', just that alone, I'm most likely to be talking about South Vietnam, since I'm doing this whole thing in her perspective. I should probably stop talking now, so enjoy this chapter! ;)

Goldenstar-Polska: Translations at the bottom. Don't forget that.

Warnings: Violence. And lovey dovey stuff.

Disclaimer: Me and TheSouthViet don't own Hetalia, or Indiana Jones.

Vietnam entered the library. A male figure sat before her.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, chú..."

"Oh, no!" exclaimed the man. "Not at all! Now... how many days did he give you?"

"I have to hand in America by tomorrow," responded the brunette.

"Good. Just as I predicted. Now, here's what you may need..."

The male pressed a button on his phone, and a case full of items slid out from behind a wall. Vietnam had always wondered what the creases in the wall were for.

"Take whatever you need. It's yours to keep. Here's America's whereabouts," he said as he slipped a piece of paper out of his sleeve. "Remember the plan. You're going to need a code name. How does Spiritus sound?"

"Latin for Ghost?" queered Vietnam. "...Alright, chú."

"Now... no time to dawdle! Hurry up and pick!"

The Asian examined the items. Hand guns, blades, laser watches, grapple hook guns, x-ray vision glasses, and a jet pack disguised as a regular backpack. She finally chose three items.

"The switchblade, the grapple hook gun, and the laser watch?" asked the male. "Why so little?"

"It's for me to know, you to find out, England," said Vietnam. "Goodbye, for now." She darted out of the room.

He probably thinks I'm such a weirdo! thought Vietnam.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~

Two women stood before a fancy condo. They were both dressed in black.

"This better be where he is," hissed one of them. "I will not tolerate any mistakes."

"Relax, Belarus," muttered the other. "America called me last night. He told me he bought a room here. The idiot even told me his room number: 324. Now, remember the plan."

Belarus acted like she forgot something, and walked down the street. The other lady walked in, to the front desk.

"Hello," greeted the male secretary. "How may I help you?"

"Sir, I'm looking for a man named Alfred Freeman Jones. Does he live here?"

"Yes, madam, he does," answered the man. "Alfred's on the third floor. Let me just call him... who are you?"

"Tell Alfred it's Kim," instructed the Asian. She started walking to an elevator.

It's a smart idea, not giving out my real identity, thought Vietnam. If someone were to know my or any country's, real identity, they'd go all paparazzi. It's no wonder we have 'secret identities'! We do it to live normally, among regular people.

That was at the back at Vietnam's mind right now. She entered an elevator, and pressed 3.

Remember the plan, thought the Asian.

She took a deep breath, sighed, and the elevator door opened. Vietnam took a right and went down until she saw that cursed number: 324. She knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" asked a ridiculously loud voice.

The brunette looked both sides to make sure nobody was in the hall.

"It's Vietnam!" she called.

"Oh, hey baby! Come on in!"

Vietnam opened the door. She had to admit, the place was pretty sweet. It was much larger than she imagined, and for a guy like America, it looked beautiful beyond expectations.

"Why did you come anyway?" asked the blonde. "Did you miss me already?"

"No..." confessed Vietnam. "I was hoping we could watch a movie together...here..."

"Oh, sure!" exclaimed America. "Pick any movie you want! I'll go make some popcorn!"

America dashed into his kitchen.

I hope that I don't hurt America, thought Vietnam. We go a long way back: since the end of WWII!

*FLASHBACK! ~*

It was in the year 1956. The Asian saw an American, pointing at his mouth. An old man behind the wooden stand selling fruit tried to tell him that he's insane, and should try to find a different stand.

"That poor man!" thought the brunette. "He must be hungry..."

She walks up to the men.

"Thưa ông," she says."Người Mỹchỉmuốnmột sốtrái cây!"

"Ồ!" exclaims the man."Tôikhôngbiếtđiều đó!Bạn có thểnói cho anh taxin lỗi?"

"Dạ, tôi sẽchắc chắnđểnói vớiôngrằng."

The woman grabbed a hand of bananas and gave the elder his money.

"Cảm ơnbạn,ông!"

"Dạ, không có gì!"

The American grabbed the Asian's shoulder. She wheeled around to see the blonde with tired eyes. He pointed at his mouth again. The woman giggled.

"Don't worry," she said. "I speak English! Here, have a banana!"

She ripped a banana off its hand and handed it to the blonde. He peeled off the skin and devoured it in five seconds.

"Wow, you must be really hungry!" exclaimed the woman.

"You're telling me!" yelped the American. "I was considering eating bugs!"

"Trust me; I think stealing would have been a better option! So anyways... why are you here, in a place like this?"

"Who, me?" asked the American. "I'm looking for South Vietnam."

"Well, you did find her..."

"YOU!" yelps the blonde. "I didn't expect you to be so...BEAUTIFUL..."

"Gee... why don't we go to my house, so we can talk? Oh, and the guy at the stand says he's sorry."

And that was the beginning of their wonderful love-hate friendship.

*BACK TO REALITY! ~*

Vietnam finally chose one of her favorite American movies: Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. America walked into the room with a giant bowl of popcorn.

"AWW!" whined the blonde. "Why couldn't you choose a horror movie?"

"America... you know how some of them scare me. Besides, this movie has some horror in it!"

America smiled with glee, and sat down beside the brunette. He placed the bowl on the coffee table and moved it closer to the couple. Vietnam hit the Play button on the remote, and the movie started. The blonde put his arm around Vietnam. It was natural for the Asian to push his hand away, but this time she snuggled closer to the American. This would have been, most likely, their last night together, and Vietnam wanted every second to count.

~0~0~0~0~0~

It was halfway through the movie, and the woman stood up.

"Where are ya goin'?" asked the man.

"Washroom," responded the brunette. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." She winked.

She left, and when she closed the door, she made a quick phone call. The person on the other line picked up.

"Go," was all Vietnam said.

Before Vietnam went back, she "flushed" and washed her hands. She walked back to the room, and plopped on the couch.

"What took you so long?" questioned the blonde.

"I got a phone call from those stupid telemarketers," lied the brunette.

The two continued to watch the movie, eating the popcorn every ten seconds or so. America broke the silence.

"I'm gonna-"

CRASH!

Belarus broke the windows with a powerful kick.

"Hand over America!"

"Over my dead body!" growled Vietnam.

Belarus knew this was all part of the plan. She ran forward with a warrior's cry. Vietnam jumped and kicked Belarus' back, making her fall face-first. America frantically called 911 as Vietnam tried to keep Belarus away from him.

"Hello, 911!" yelped the blonde. "I need a dispatch for police! I've been atta-"

Belarus pushed America's hand to the small table. The shock of pain made the American's hand let go of the phone, and the female ended the call with the simple press of a button.

"Where's Vietnam!" demanded the blonde. "What did you do to her!"

Belarus grinned evilly.

"You see the window?" she hissed. "She fell to her doom. Prepare to meet the same fate!"

The Belorussian attacked the American with a kick to the chest. He stumbled and fell to the floor. The woman was about to put her foot on America, but he grabbed it and threw her to the wall with all his might. Belarus was stunned. The blonde loomed over her.

"Go back to where you belong, demon!" he hissed.

America pulled out a handgun, but just before he was about to fire, someone whacked him at the back of his head. The blonde's finger pulled the trigger while he was going down, and fortunately for the Belorussian, the bullet landed a centimeter beside her head. Belarus grinned.

"Excellent, Vietnam. Russia will be proud. Let's go."

The duo jumped out of the window with their new prisoner.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Vietnam returned to the Allies' hideout. Her meeting with the Soviets had gone better than she thought.

"A job well done, I say!" exclaimed England. "Stage 1 is complete! We are now commencing Stage 2!"

Vietnam smiled, and scanned the room. Her head suddenly jerked.

"Vietnam?" asks Korea. "What's wrong, da zee?"

"Stay here, guys," instructed the Asian.

She crept to the door quickly and slowly slid the door open. She peered outside. The brunette saw two figures walking slowly towards her, one slumped on the other.

"Is that...?"

"Lithuania! Switzerland!" she cried.

Vietnam ran outside, with the others at her heels. They were both bleeding, but the Lithuanian Was bleeding severely. Switzerland, who was carrying the brunette, fell to the ground.

"Who... did this to you?" asked Vietnam. "What happened?"

"Germany..." gasped the blonde. "He has... the three of them..."

"Who!" demanded the Brit.

"Liechtenstein... Poland, and... Sealand."

Chú- means 'Young Mr.' In Vietnamese

Thưa ông- means 'Dear Mr.' in Vietnamese

Người Mỹchỉmuốnmột sốtrái cây- means 'The American just wants some fruit' in Vietnamese

Ồ- kinda obvious, but it means 'Oh' in Vietnamese

Tôikhôngbiếtđiều đó- means 'I didn't know that' in Vietnamese

Bạn có thểnói cho anh taxin lỗi- means 'Can you tell him I'm sorry' in Vietnamese

Dạ, tôi sẽchắc chắnđểnói vớiôngrằng- means 'Yes, I'll be sure to tell him that' in Vietnamese

Cảm ơnbạn,ông- means 'Thank you so much, Mr' in Vietnamese

Dạ, không có gì- means 'Sure, no problem' in Vietnamese

Goldenstar-Polska: Oooh... cliffhanger. You must hate TheSouthViet for this, don't you? If I didn't know what happened next, I would of gone insane. Like, I know Vietnam and...

TheSouthViet: *Puts hands over Goldenstar-Polska's mouth* Just rate and review please, will you?