Ch 3
*A USxUK Yaoi fanfic for my friend* *Yeah. You know the drill about nation names. :3 *
"What the hell is this?" Arthur turned around the strange device Kiku gave him. Japan sighed, reaching over and taking the machine from the indignant country's hand. He brushed back England's choppy hair and clipped it to his ear.
"It's a new radio I invented," Kiku explained, "I gave these out to the other 3 assault groups already. With this, everyone can call for back-up whenever they need to."
"Ve…ve…ve…"
"What the…?" Arthur glanced up in shock. Feliciano had pressed down the recording button on his radio and was making strange sounds into it.
"Please stop that, Italy-san." Kiku watched the carefree country, "Everyone can hear you like this."
The group had paused in a lush forest. As the North assault group, their destination was Hokkaido, the northeast island of Japan. From there, they would launch fighter jets to the continent of EurAsia, where they would engage in battle with the rebels there.
"Bloody hell," Arthur grumbled, as they continued to walk. Sweat had begun streaming from face and raised an arm to wipe it off impatiently with his sleeve. "It's so damn humid here. Can't we walk any faster?"
"Stop complaining," Yong Soo frowned, putting his hands on his hips, "Hey, Aniki, as punishment, can this guy's breasts belong to me as well?"
"…No one's chest belongs to you." Kiku replied quietly, but the damage had already been done.
"My what, you twit?" Arthur drew himself up to his full height, which still wasn't too much, frankly. His cheeks reddened and he drew a book out of nowhere, "Say that again, and I'll put a curse on you."
"…Oh, how scary," Korea responded with a broad grin, patting Arthur on the back, "I don't think I need to fear a guy like you."
Whatever retort England had ready was immediately drowned out by Feliciano's wailing and the pata pata of his white flag, "Noo~ England, please don't put a curse on anyone. It's scary, it's scary!" He pressed down the record button on his radio and shouted, "Germany! Germany! Help! England wants to put a curse on Korea. SAVE ME!!"
Japan sighed, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. It seemed the North assault group would take longer to get to Hokkaido than expected. Suddenly, the keen-eared country heard a rustling among the leaves of the trees. He glanced up, drawing his katana. It was immediately put to use as a bullet whizzed by him. Hastily, he swung, knocking the bullet to the side. The other three countries heard the gunshot and stopped fighting each other. Arthur reached his holsters, drawing two handguns. His green eyes narrowed at he shot into the foliage. In response, warriors swathed in black leapt down, each holding a rifle.
"Pata~ Pata~ Pata~" Feliciano drew his flag, waving it for all he was worth. Yong Soo crouched down in a taekwondo position, his fists raised. The young country rushed towards the assaulters and struck out left and right. Kiku engaged them similarly, his katana flashing in the green light.
The amount of the enemy seemed overwhelming. Waves of black rushed relentlessly at the countries, the unmerciful numbers trying to crush them. Arthur had been driven back towards the trees; his hands trembling from the exertion wielding his guns for so long had given them. Yong Soo had begun breathing harder, his blows landing softer and softer. Kiku's sword was not as swift as before, his slices seeming more random than calculated. And Feliciano? Well, I guess you could say his white flag waving had become slightly sluggish…
"China-san, come in!" Kiku had pressed onto the radio, "We're getting ambushed."
There was a slight sound of static, before Wang Yao's annoyed voice could be heard.
"I would help if I could," the nation sounded strained, and his gasps could be heard, "But we're getting attacked too, aru!"
The Oriental country had been contacted by Japan in the middle of a large crowd. His wok and spoon flashing, he burst through the numbers of black-clothed figures. Vash whirled throughout the enemies, his Swiss army knives flashing a hot white from the glare of the afternoon soon. Gilbert gave a shout and dashed into the fray, waving his huge broadsword. Meanwhile, Roderich was hard at work perfecting his piano skills. His powers graced the battlefield with epic music, but other than that, was rather useless. Yao grimaced as a bullet grazed his shoulder, bringing on the sweat that was already pouring from every pore on his body.
"Aiyah~ We need back-up as well! Japan, try the West assault, aru!"
Kiku deflected another blow aimed for his head and glanced towards Feliciano.
"Italy-san, can I trust you to contact…" His voice trailed off. Feliciano had already pressed down his radio and was sobbing into it.
"GERMANY, GERMANY, HELP! HELP~~~~~~!"
The deep voice of Ludwig responded immediately, "Japan. I heard what you were discussing with China. We've been ambushed as well. The enemy probably had a spy. These guys are aiming to destroy."
Germany glanced about him, watching the crushing numbers surge towards his group. Ivan seemed unfazed, wielding his water-pipe with skill and power. Even Toris was doing well holding his own, his sword fending and dealing many powerful blows. Ludwig himself drew his pistol and was a strong force, shooting with one hand and dealing blows with the other.
"We are probably able to hold out," Ludwig continued, "But we are in no position to offer help. Perhaps South…?"
This elicited another wail from Feliciano.
"It's fine," Arthur said suddenly into the radio, "We've stabilized."
Kiku glanced at his group. True to England's word, the tide of battle was slowly turning in their favor. Arthur had once again advanced, the enemy falling before his unrelenting bullets. Yong Soo's blows kept their effect on the now-fatigued opposition. Japan himself noticed that his slow strokes were not so disadvantaged now that their victims had become sluggish as well.
"We aren't doing so well, aru!" China's voice cut into the radio again, "Austria has been bludgeoned unconscious, aru! I don't think we can hold out for much longer!"
"We fucking can and we fucking will! We're too awesome to lose!" Gilbert shouted, swinging his sword in a wide arc, "Austria was weak in the first place!"
"We will manage somehow," Vash agreed, "But, nonetheless… Austria…" A touch of concern crept into his normally unruffled voice.
"Aiyah~ You two are so stubborn, aru! South assault, come in!" China glared at his hotheaded companions.
"This is the hero speaking! I heard your request, China. We're coming now. There's absolutely nothing happening near the Shikoku region."
"Help appreciated, aru! But the enemy here are extremely strong. The Honshu region must be extremely important to them, aru."
"It's the core of Japan," Kiku muttered, "It's quite powerful. Please look out for yourself, America-san."
"Waah~" Feliciano wailed, trembling, "Why does my brother have to go to such a scary place?"
"Shut up!" Romano grumbled, "There's no need for you to worry about me."
Meanwhile, Arthur frowned. He shouldn't be affected by the fact that the South assault was able to assist the East, but for some reason, he didn't want them too. His hand had strayed towards his ear and he noticed that he had planned to radio in to warn America to be careful. He scowled at himself and grasped his gun harder, shooting down another enemy just to loosen the tension. That idiot isn't worth worrying about.
Yet, Arthur didn't want to think of the possibility that America could die.