This is my favorite chapter yet!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter and currently I'm out of fireworks (I don't think I'm even allowed to buy anymore).

Part 7: Close Quarters

(Molesting Rhode Island)

The grenades were coming less and less often and there were only a few more feet until they reached the barn and, hopefully, safety. France was the first of the nations to reach the barn. He leaped at the doors and crashed through them. To his surprise he didn't fall to the floor but landed on something warm and soft that smelled like violets. Seconds later the form underneath him began to squirm earnestly.

"Please don't hurt me," a high feminine voice begged. "I've got a cute little kitty."

France looked up and saw that underneath him was a young woman dressed in all black with a shinny helmet hiding her face; and she did indeed have a small ball of gray and white fur in her hands. The kitten meowed and swiped its tiny paw at the French nation.

Despite the explosions still going off outside and his exhaustion France always had energy enough for a beautiful woman. He grinned lecherously at her and moved closer, which was difficult considering that he was already on top of her. "Put le chat down darling. We can stop this battle and do something much more enjoyable."

A commanding female voice broke through France's delusion, "Get off of her you stinking French pervert!" A sharp blade appeared before the nations nose. His eyes traced the cutlass up to the delicate hand holding it. This young woman was taller than the one underneath him; and as another nation, France didn't care who, burst inside with a gust of wind the hem of her long skirt flared up exposing the slightest bit of thigh to the French pervert on the ground.

Rhode Island squealed as a small trickle of blood came down from the Frenchman's nose. This was not the reaction Maine had been hoping for. She slashed her blade to the side as she quickly marched to the nation who had not yet moved. "I said to get off," Maine emphasized her point with a boot to his head. This also gave the French nation another peak up her skirt so not all the blood that flew upwards came from the gash her heel had left.

Normally England would be very pleased to see France beaten but since it wasn't him that did the damage and the ones who did would also do the same to him, he glared. The two New England states returned the glare back to their namesake. England took a few threatening steps forward but stopped when another form swung down from above and aimed an arrow at his chest.

Time for a change in strategy. Maybe reason will work, England thought feebly. England slowly raised his hands into the air. "Come now, we don't mean you any harm. Why don't we-"Two beams of light pierced through the darkness at the other end of the barn. Following immediately afterward an engine roared to life.

As the last nations finally burst in through the doors England and France tried shoving them out. The nations began to protest but then they saw a vehicle charging toward them and stopped. All of them ran away leaving only a cloud of dust behind them. They ran so fast they didn't realize that the army jeep never left the barn.

Laughter filled the barn. "That'll teach that commie to target my city."

"Indiana, you do know that nothing was fired in the Cold War. Right?" Colorado doubtfully asked.

"Yeah but he planned to, so that as completely justified," Indiana stated regaining her calm as she sat back in the jeep.

Colorado sighed, "Somehow, I'm not surprised."

Maine, although trying to dusting Rhode Island off before she ran off again, looked over at the two states in the jeep. "I'm surprised that you even got that old thing running."

Michigan leaned out of the drivers seat and grinned. "You doubted us? Please, we practically live for cars."

"You admit it at last," Maine sighed.

Rhode Island, with her kitten now perched on her head, peeked out between the barn doors like she'd previously done before the nations arrival. "Guys you have to see this!"

"Brothers today we do God's work!" Massachusetts bold declaration was met with confused stares from his so called "brothers." The girls looked to the only other boy in hopes that he could translate the strange boy language; Wyoming looked just as lost as they did. "Let us remove this witch from the face of this planet!"

Now realizing what Massachusetts was talking about Wisconsin decided that she should try and calm him down before he tried to tie anyone to a stake. "Mass," she began with a cautious smile, "you said you regretted smiting witches last time remember. They were innocent."

"But this is different. This is England and that bloody witch will pay!"

Wyoming furrowed his brows, "Did he just use British slang?"

"We can't smite England just because he's a witch." Massachusetts shot a glared at Wisconsin alerting her to the tongue lashing she was about to receive.

"Shut it cheese head. I think I would know how to deal with witches."

"No you don't, you've proved that. And I don't see how cheese head is supposed to be an insult. Cheese is wonderful. And it's-"

Knowing that the cheese rant was about to begin Connecticut intervened. "England's not a witch."

Mass stared at her with wide disbelieving eyes. "Of course he is. He's said so himself. He's a witch."

"If he was a girl he would be, but he's not and that makes him a wizard. Haven't you read Harry Potter?"

"B-but that was just a book and-"

"They are not just books. They shaped a generation. You can't say they're just books!"

"I know that! I read them too. But historically-"

"Wait, then what's the difference between a wizard and warlock?" Wyoming asked.

Connecticut beamed at him. She loved every chance she got to show off her knowledge. "Well a warlock-"

"Can't this wait?" Delaware yelled, bringing them back to reality. "We have invaders in our home and they're gaining lands. I think a debate over magical beings, England's fail magic powers, and his sexuality can wait! Now attack!"

"When did we mention his sexuality?" The four debaters asked in unison.

They heard a loud smack signifying that Delaware had just face palmed. "Just go burn the witch."

Massachusetts grinned.

The four states rushed around inside the small shed, occasionally elbowing each other as they worked. Yet somehow they were able to set up and aim the mortars correctly. With a dark look and careful fingers Wisconsin brought a small flame to life and fired the first of many rockets at the poor nations.

The colorful sparks chased after the nations and scattered across the ground. From all their posts the States watched the colorful lights with the same happy smiles that they always wore when fireworks were launched.

"It's beautiful," Georgia sighed.

"Yeah it is," Alabama agreed.

Kansas tilted her head, "But why are we using fireworks anyways?"

"Well we used all the actual rockets and since Dad refused to get us more we had to improvise," Alabama frowned slightly. Not that the lack of rockets had stopped them from doing there less then America approved activities.

That didn't satisfy Kansas' curiosity, "But where did we even get these?"

"Let's just say this year's Fourth of July celebration may be lacking unless we replace them, it was West's idea."

"Virginia's going to kill him for that," Kansas sang.

Alabama laughed, "When did she start needing a reason to kill him?"

Georgia crossed her arms and furrowed her brows, "I'm starting to wonder if we're taking this to far."

Alabama spun to face her southern sister, "Don't you start second guessing now. We've come too far to back down."

"I know that but this just feels wrong," she looked at the ground deeply conflicted. "The Fourth of July is Dad's birthday we shouldn't be using stuff reserved for it."

"I see what you're trying to say but this is for Dad so it evens out," Alabama huffed.

"I guess so..." Georgia sighed.

"It's still pretty," Kansas chirped.

Facts:

The Common Blue Violet is Rhode Island's state flower.

Le chat means the cat in French, the T is silent.

A cutlass is a short thin sword that can be either straight or slightly curved with a hilt(handle) that often has a guard. It was a preferred weapon for sailors. It's name comes from several possible sources. The Italian sword called coltellaccio (a form of coltelllo meaning "knife") or the french word cutler meaning knife.

The New England States are Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut.

Army Jeeps like the Willys MB and the Ford GPW were manufactured from 1941 to 1945 and are well known for their use in WWII.

"Indiana and Michigan living for cars." Michigan is the home of Detroit, which is known for its automobile industry. Indiana is the home of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.

Russia was planning to bomb Gary, Indiana more than Washington because of the steel being made.

Burning at the stake was used as a punishment for heresy and (for women) treason in England and Wales. Scottish witches were burned. Burning people at the stake became illegal due to the Treason Act of 1790. America was still under English rule at this time.

The difference between a wizard and a warlock depends on the context. Generally warlocks are darker.

The Salem Witch Trails in 1692 & '93 led to the imprisonment of 9 people, 5 of whom died in prison, and execution of 20 people. In 2001 the Commonwealth of Massachusetts pardoned them.

There are several kinds of mortar. The one I refer to is used to launch projectiles. It's like a cannon (bad explanation).

The oldest library in the US, The Scoville Memorial Library, (which was also the first to become publicly supported and free) is also in Connecticut.

Head Cannon:

Look at Massachusetts early American history, the Boston Massacre followed shortly by the war, all of that left him with a bit of a violent streak. This can be both a good or bad thing.

AN:

I have no idea why Maine was wearing a skirt (even if it was a long one) to a battle. Also Kansas seems more ditzy here than she normally would be. (But who can focus with fireworks around?)

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Omake:

"Look at them run," New Hampshire sighed.

"Yeah there's nothing better than watching your enemy run away from you with fear in there eyes," Ohio remarked with a smirk.

"I don't care about their eyes. Have you seen Germany's butt?"

"What!"

New Hampshire looked Ohio strait in the eye and said without a bit of shame, "Oh you heard that?"

Ohio's mouth opened and closed before he gained back his ability to speak, "We are at war with nations powerful enough to kill us if we make one mistake and you're checking them out!"

"Hey don't look at me that way. Those powerful nations are out there flexing their muscles, getting all sweaty, and their hair's all messed up."

"I don't care how attractive they are, you should be able to control your hormones."

"Don't you think that's asking too much? I'm only a teenage girl."

"You're over 200 years old," Ohio shot back.

"But I have the body of a teenager and they have the bodies of sex gods."

Omake Note:

New Hampshire was the 9th state to be added to the union on July 21, 1788, 224 years ago.