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The beach was beautiful. The palm trees rocked gently in the wind. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore allowed me to relax. A soft sea breeze caressed my face as we waited atop the cliff.
"This place is waaay too scenic for a death match."
"Nope! This spot is perfect for an ambush!"
"How is it an ambush aru? They already know we're here…"
"Aww dude don't be so pessimistic! We'll be sure to win since the hero is here!" America proclaimed, striking a pose. He. Struck. A. Pose. What, did he think he was Sailor Moon or something? (And if you don't know what sailor moon is, GO GOOGLE IT.) Resist urge to laugh. Resist…. Okay well, you'd have most probably guessed by now that I'm not someone with much self restraint. Rolling on the floor, eyes streaming with mirth I was too busy laughing to hear the rest of America's rant.
With a sigh the bushy eyebrowed England pulled me back up to a sitting position by the ropes around me. While everyone was at the ready to attack, I was tied up on the floor. England was sent to keep constant watch over me during the fight, after barely surviving the clawing one I put up when he tried to tie me in the first place. I was tied up, mainly because they wanted me to look like a real war hostage…. (Annnnd cos Russia and France thought it might be fun.) Except without any bruises. Or torn clothes. But hey, I can still be considered a surviving prisoner of war right? I survived Russia's be-one-with-me attempt and England's cooking. That would make me pretty damn awesome on the list of war heroes don't ya think?
As I silently contemplated the option of singing the Numa Numa song just to relieve boredom and annoy England, a rush of sound caught my attention.
"Dudes! They're here! Quick, into positions! And Alice, not a word about your un-italianness!" Before I was even allowed an opening to complain about something or another like a true Singaporean, England gently pulled me to my feet and set me down at the edge of the cliff beside him, overlooking the beach below.
There were many things I would liked to have said at that moment but I didn't. And I'll let you know that I have practically no mental filter so, what I didn't say is what couldn't or never happened. Like I wanted to say that rainbow ice cream pooping unicorns suddenly flashed across the sky and came down to nibble on England's eyebrows. But (very unfortunately) that didn't happen. I would also liked to have said how totally cool and awesome the Axis Powers were when they arrived and looking like they could win the fight blindfolded and playing the Nintendo. But I couldn't so I'll just explain what happened with as much drama as I can pour into the relatively undramatic moment.
Standing there looking like he owned the place was a very large, fierce looking German dude. He had slicked blonde hair and was wearing a light blue uniform. Wow that was kinda surprising. I suppose a subconscious part of me had been thinking a Hitler look-alike with the small mustache would appear. Flanking him on either side was a small Japanese man, almost a head shorter than the German, in a white military uniform wielding a katana and a really terrified looking Italian dude holding a white flag on the other side. He had dark brown hair and a very distinctive curl, just like mine, sticking out of the side of his head.
Well, don't they look strong? Other than the German, the both of them looked like the type to fall when the wind blows. I was hoping for the Italian to be some super cool mafia with a violin case but well… Life just had to be a joker again. Are these people really my knights in shining armor?
"Woi. We're here to save Italy's citizen. So hand her over." The German guy said in a deep German accent. Whoa now that I'm getting a better look at them, they're all handsome. I suppose it's a common trait among country people…
"HAHAHA! Never! You Axis Powers have unknowingly fallen into our trap! As the hero, I say that now we will stop your evil doings in its path! CHINA I CHOOSE YOU!" At America's pokemon command, China leapt down from the cliff (screaming "AIYAAAAHH" all the way down I might add) and used WOK. No seriously, he pulled a wok out of nowhere and swung heavily at the German and the Japanese (who I suppose is Germany and Japan no doubt). Wait shouldn't America be fighting? Nope he's just standing there… With everyone else… just watching the fight… What'd these people even come for if they're just gonna stand there anyway?
"Italy! Don't forget the plan!" I heard Germany shout while dodging heavy blows from the Chinese man's cooking utensil.
At the German man's words, Italy raced up the side of the cliff (don't ask me how, he just managed to do it) and stood beside me. At the sight of the brown haired man, England pulled out a gun strapped to his belt and aimed it at him. Realising that these people might just be my best bet at an escape, I decided to try and help the Italian out. Leaping up as well as I could, I threw my weight into England, causing him to be knocked sideways into France. Taking advantage of that moment, Italy yanked me into his arms bridal style and hightailed it before either Russia or America even had time to turn around. With a grating scream, Italy flew, as in like literally flew past the battle area, our screams of terror (mine at his ridiculously inhuman speed and his at…. Well, everything else I presume) mingling as he carried me into the forest on the opposite of the cliff.
The moment Germany realized that Italy had gotten me, he yelled out "RETREAT!" and ran after us along with the Japanese guy. Aaaah… So that's what the Axis Power's winning plan was…
Italy didn't stop running until we arrived at a campsite. When he had finally stopped, I pried my trembling fingers from the front of his shirt and lifted my face from where it was buried in his shirt, to prevent myself form seeing the clouds of smoke the dude made when he ran at such top speed. Lowering myself shakily to the floor, the silence of the night was broken by rustlings in the bushes, revealing themselves to be Germany and Japan who had retreated after us so fast both their faces were red.
"I… Can't… Believe that plan worked…" Japan said, in between pants.
"You're pretty vee~" Italy stated almost immediately after checking if I was okay. By the tone of his voice and his actions, I suspect that there's not much happening in his head. Still, I blushed slightly at the comment and turned an even darker shade of crimson as he continued to watch me. His eyes were, surprisingly, clenched shut so I have no idea how he can even see me while like that. Wait. Don't tell me that he actually ran with his eyes shut like that… It's a wonder how I'm still alive.
"Uhmm… Well! Thanks for saving me and all! D-do you want me to give you my handkerchief or something as a token of my overwhelming gratitude~?" I asked, trying in a vain attempt to lighten up the awkward atmosphere.
"You're not my citizen ve…"
"Oh er well…"
"What did you just say Italy? Not your citizen? Nein… They lied to us?" The huge German dude said, anger slowly creeping into his voice. Oh shit…
"Are you sure Italy-san? I mean there's no reason for them to lie right…"
'Vee… She's not from my country…" Wut? He could tell that just from looking at my face? That's talent dude. Seriously.
"You mean to say that we risked everything to rescue a fake Italian? So this is just some sort of trick from the Allied Forces huh!" Germany roared, a weird red cross thing appearing at the side of his forehead, somehow further highlighting his anger.
"H-Hey dude this isn't my fault. They kidnapped me thinking I was some Italian spy and I'm um… Not. So yeah, I thank you all for your heroic efforts in saving me and I'll just ya know… Go on home… So if you guys would be so kind as to point me in the right direction I'll be on my way now~" With a rather forced chuckle I tried to slide myself out of the German man's piercing blue gaze.
"Warten Sie. Where do you think you're going?" The said angry man asked placing a restraining hand on my shoulder.
"… Home?"
"Nein. I don't think so. After all the efforts we went through to get you and the planning"(what planning? All they did was grab me and ran!) "We won't let you just walk away. Heh. From now on you'll be the lackey of the Axis Powers!" Germany proclaimed, pointing his finger at me and smirking evilly, with murmurs of approval from Japan and Italy.
"Wait wait what? I'm not even a country! Nor am I even supposed to be in this world! I can't really do anything so why don't you just-"
"You can help us around the base camp then. Like with cleaning and cooking," Japan said calmly. Oh this just gets better and better dosen't it? Whatever happened to getting rescued? I'm just getting passed like a baton form one idiotic group of people to the next. Yay.
America stood there looking at the suddenly completely empty and dead silent battlefield. China was still frozen in shock at what just transpired, his wok still poised as if in attack.
"…. Dude, what just happened?"