Important: Next week is my spring break. Friends will be returning and I really want to spend some time with them and relax so...there will be NO UPDATE next week. However I'll have something to show for it. (I'm addicted to fanfiction, please tell me you didn't think I was going to give it up.)

So because there will be no update there's an omake at the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (not even one volume).

Part 6: The Backup Plan (Puppies, Spiked Pits, and Grenades)

A shrill whistle pierced the air. They knew that it meant trouble but the nations couldn't stop. This was their chance and if they lost it the psychotic guards wouldn't let them leave alive. Out of the corner of his eye China saw a group shapes bounding towards them. He knew shouldn't, but he turned his head just slightly to see what they were. His eyes widened at the sight of nine dogs with sharp gleaming teeth coming after them. He screamed.

Japan's head quickly spun to look at China but his eyes slipped past the Asian nation when he realized that China was looking at something. They were dogs that looked very angry but seemed to be smiling at the idea of ripping the nations apart. Could dogs smile? Japan wondered, perhaps this is a matter for another time. Identifying the breed he yelled to his friend that was a few paces ahead of him, "Germany, some of your dogs are following us."

With a deep frown Germany looked back. When the dogs saw that several sets of eyes were on them they began to bark menacingly and run faster. The barks did not escape the notice of the other nations. In unison they yelled, "Germany, do something!"

"I can't. They're very loyal breed and they weren't trained by me."

"You mean to say you can't control your own dogs," England attempted to snarl but he was too breathless to manage it.

"They were bred in America," Germany's tone was hard and icy.

Extremely frustrated France shrieked,"So what are we supposed to do about them?" For a moment Russia considered pulling out his pipe but at the sight of the grinning dogs he decided that they were too cute to harm. Answering France's question Germany picked up his pace to pass the others.

As an another whistle blew more dogs emerged in front of the Nations forcing them to abandon the exit. Instead they found themselves running back towards the house. England was now in the front and running as hard as could when the ground in front of him gave out.

His instincts kicked in immediately and before he knew it he was clinging to the edge of a pit starring down at several sharp spikes. Fortunately for the other nations England's martyrdom gave them just enough time to save themselves. China and Italy leaped over while the others managed to swerve beyond it's borders.

"You bloody gits help me!"

France was the only one that looked back. He paused realizing that the dogs had stopped following them and where now happily trotting back to whichever pit of hell they had come from. Apparently the homicidal guards were hoping they would all fall to their deaths. Please he was the mighty France. A country that could not be easily defeated because he could out run any danger and … he sounded a lot like Italy.

"They have stopped," France called to the still running countries while he went to pull England out of the pit. The English nation was kicking his feet slightly trying to find a foot hold when France peered down at him. A large, perverted, smile slid onto France's face, "need some help?"

"I can handle myself quite well thanks you." Despite England's words France reached down to help him up."Get your bloody hands away from there!"

This moment of peace would not last long for the nations.

Four states were waiting for their turn to fight. They're ready, eager, and kind of bored of waiting around. So as all the states tend to do when bored they being to talk, or more accurately argue and criticize each other. "Why did we send in dogs? Alligators would have been much better."

"We don't have enough water on the ground for alligators to be fast enough to catch them." Kentucky answered.

"Water has nothing to do with it. They're quick to strike no matter where they are." Florida waved his arms wildly to prove his point.

"With those stubby legs, you know how fast Italy can retreat, do you really think they could catch him.," Kentucky argued back.

"Cheri, they could hide in the grass. Trust me, they're quite good at that," Louisiana's drawl entered the argument.

"But they wouldn't be much use after that," Kentucky shot back.

Louisiana leaned further into the crate behind him. "Their job would be done after that."

New York emerged from the bushes with leaves still clinging to his blonde hair. "Will you stop already?"

Florida puffed out his cheeks. "I will not back down from my claim that alligators-"

"I don't care about your stupid argument. It's almost time."

"Really?" Florida beamed, "let me see." The southern state dashed into the bushes. "Awesome!"

Kentucky and New York grabbed two Louisville sluggers and waited to have their 'balls' pitched to them. Louisiana slipped off his crate and opened it up. Florida reached around him and pulled out a grenade. "Batters up."

Now that England was out of the pit the nations were taking advantage of the lack of dogs and electricity. While resting they talked about how in the world they were going to escape with all their limbs attached. Just as Italy was going to say something brilliant, yes he does have brilliant ideas the renaissance did start in his house, an explosion went off on their right side.

Without thinking the nations began to run.

If they couldn't escape this battlefield than they would just have to find a safe spot inside of it. A spot that these madman would hesitate to attack. The manor was too far, they would be blown to bits half way there, but they could make it to somewhere closer. Hopefully the barn wouldn't be bobby trapped.

Facts:

France sounding like Italy is based on the American sterotype that it's the French who are cowards and surrender easily. There's more to that sterotype that may be mentioned in the next chapter.

Louisville, Kentucky is where the Louisville Sluggers (famous baseball bats) are made. They have giant baseball bat leaning against the museum and factory.

Although the origins of baseball are disputed. Many say that it was started by Alexander Cartwright, a New York resident.

The renaissance was a period of cultural enlightenment when interest in things like science and art began to grow once more (these interests were lost and improvement in science stopped after the fall of Rome and the beginning of the Dark Ages). It began in Italy (some say in Florence) and took place from the 14th century to the 17th spreading throughout Europe.

Replies: Thank you all

To: Glad you like it. Wasn't she just there?Yep, but she may appear again, briefly.

Laila: Lol I didn't notice that. (Sudden earge to give her a bull whip.)

Georgia Pride: That would be very interesting but I don't think the states can pull that off.

AN:

Why yes, France's dusting off of England did include a little groping.

I'm surprised that Italy didn't pass all the other nations when they were running from the dogs. I suppose he was thinking that there is safety in numbers. Speaking of dogs, my dad's puppy keeps trying to eat the flashdrive that has all my fanfiction on it but it doesn't touch the one I use for school :(

If you spotted any mistakes (I didn't edit this one as throughly as the others), would like to ask a question, or just comment, review!

Omake:

When China first saw the dogs and screamed.

Rhode Island jumped into the air. "What was that?"

"One of the nations just saw the dogs," Maine stated.

"But I thought all those nations were male."

"They are."

"But that scream sounded like..." She trailed off as the other states stared at her. "Did we get that on tape?"

Colorado threw a dark smirk at his sister. Blackmail was a beautiful thing.