I'm so so sorry. I know it's been forever that I've updated this story, but all that time I never forgot or anything. High School just began, and it's all rather busy. Also, I've been working out plot details for this story. It's not even close to ending yet ^^

Thank you to everyone who's been bearing with it for so long. I hope this doesn't happen again. Thank you for your support as always, and a big shout out to Salty Peanuts for all her aid ^^

An apology in advance to all the romance coming up XD

Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia belongs to Hidakez Himaruya.

The stadium was fully packed.

There was no roof; only an open circle that allowed the viewers a picture of the cloudless blue sky. Although Yao didn't see why they would be looking up if the center of attention was in the center, on the ground.

Yong Soo was nowhere to be found. Reasonably he would be backstage, preparing for his performance. Shifting in her seat, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. Today she had shed her professional black suit with a Hello Kitty shirt and long black jeans. Perfect for blending into the environment of an age rank of teens to early twenties that giggled and kept their eyes on the stage.

Crossing her arms, she looked around the dome-shaped stadium. Not a single familiar face. Natalya left a note that morning that she had some business to take care of. As for the rest, she couldn't get a hold of their cell phones. One of Kiku's relatives had phoned her, saying that he would be 'fashionably late' at the concert.

Uncrossing her legs, she couldn't help but sigh.

Why do I feel like there's something wrong...?

"You're really going to be late."

"I need to get this all planned, da-ze!" Natalya crossed her shoulders as she watched him struggle with his leather jacket.

"Kiku's on his way to Okinawa, remember? And for the rest of his gang, they're recovering in the hospital, thanks to that boy from Hong Kong." He stopped.

"His name is Xiang Gang," He muttered, straightening out the jacket.

"and he's not just some boy." Her permanent scowl softened. Yong Soo had heard everything. Everything, as in why she still didn't get along with Yao, why she was in this position, and her bleak childhood.

But he hadn't made everything about himself clear.

"You're wondering what I meant, aren't you?" She jolted up, realizing that her gaze had fallen to the floor of the hotel lobby.

Yong Soo was smiling, but it lacked the brightness it usually had.

"You trust me, I trust you. Just trust me on this. Everyone will get through this, even if I quit my career. It doesn't really matter at all, does it, da-ze? It's not about me, it's about Yao, Xiang, Mei, Sakura, and of course...you. And if the Honda are into this, none of them will make it alive. I already told you last night, that I have to do everything to make sure no one gets hurt. Everyone already did that for me...so, I have to do it for them!"

Even if you have to die.

Laughing, he looked at the magnificent, clear cut chandelier.

"And in the end, you'll all be in New York City, all together. Who knows if I'll-"

"Don't." The word came out of her mouth as an order that brought his attention to her.

"Wha-"

"Don't." Natalya repeated. Her shoulders slumped, almost defeated at the reality of what he had begun to say.

Yong Soo looked at the beautiful blond curiously. Then, he smiled, and walked towards her, stopping at an inch's distance.

"Hey." She didn't look up.

"I'll make it. I'm stronger than you think." His hands clutched her shoulders tightly.

"I get the feeling you never act this way when you're about to go on something like this." He was granted a hiss in return, but Natalya still didn't look up.

Laughing, his left hand fell on her head.

"You're hard to figure out, aren't you? To others, I mean. But that's just another reason why I love you-"

This time, her hand came up in a form of a fist, only to be grabbed by his own.

Natalya now looked up, blue eyes piercing, mouth open and taking unsteady breaths.

He didn't let go of her hand as his lips met hers.

Sakura could feel it.

She could feel it in the extension in her mind, which 'he' had put.

He was going against someone else's will, and following his own. And his thoughts were broken down into one word.

Destroy.

"Sakura-Chan?" The nurse spoke softly as she entered the small room. Dull brown eyes watched in silence as the smiling nurse placed a clear plastic bag on the white blanket, just in arm's reach.

"This is yours. We found in the pocket of your dress." Sakura hesitated, keeping as still as possible as not to move her injured body that had been wrapped in bandages.

The nurse moved it closer to her small pale hand.

"It'll be alright. I don't know much about what happened before...but things will work out, you'll see." With one last hopeful smile, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Sakura opened the plastic bag, and lightly touched the item inside.

Natalya-San's handkerchief...

The kind nurse must have had it washed, for the blood that had soaked it was gone. The flower print was really pretty, with roses, carnations, lilies, tulips,...

Unfolding it, her mouth opened in quiet surprise.

A big sunflower on the middle.

Before, and even now, it was so strange, so weird, to have been placed there although everything else was the same...

"But, I'm supposed to be perfect..."

"They are not perfect. Is that not what makes them lovely?"

Warm tears began to fall from her eyes, warmth beginning to return into her chest.

"Natalya-San..." Her hands closed around her mouth, eyes turning wide in horror.

It all made sense now.

'He' always wanted his way.

And if his way was something that she was meant to do, she had to do it.

But because she didn't...

"Kill them. All of them, Yong-Soo, Natalya, and anyone who's had contact with them before."

Almost at an instinct, her finger pressed the 'call' button on the remote.

The same nurse opened the door, surprised.

"Sakura-Chan? Is there something you want?"

The girl opened her mouth, using her full effort to speak.

"Yes. A phone."

The Korean rubbed his reddened cheek absent mindedly, looking out the opposite direction.

Natalya's back was turned against him, with her elbow on her knee, watching the bright lights and hordes of people.

"So I take it you don't like kisses...?" He questioned. The fist underneath her chin tightened. He shivered melodramatically.

"You know, it's kind of cold..." Slowly, he scooted towards her inch by inch, only stopping when he felt an ice cold grip on his arm.

"Alright! I get it, no snuggling either da-ze!" Her phone rang from her pocket, which she retrieved.

"Yes...Sakura? Where-" Suddenly, she jolted in her seat, eyes crossed in concentration. Her eyes locked onto Yong Soo's before she spoke again.

"That hospital...alright, I'll be there. Don't worry, you'll get to see the concert." She shut the phone.

"What did she say?" Natalya didn't say anything in response, only throwing three bills on the seat in front of her.

"The General Hospital."

"Wait-" She pressed her index finger against his lips, blue orbs cold.

"There's been a slight change of plans." The car stopped against the back of the stadium.

"What did she say?" He didn't budge from his seat. She looked out the window.

"Trust me."

Then she smiled.

Yong Soo couldn't speak, entirely ignoring the flashing cameras and shrills of the fans, who were being pushed back by security guards.

This was the first time she smiled at him, earnestly.

And it was cheesy, but...

It was the prettiest smile he had ever seen.

She bent her head down, almost re-entering the car before he spoke.

"H-hey...can't I have a kiss, da-ze? I might...you know..."

She blinked. The fans were almost uncontrollable as one nearly leapt on top of an angry guard.

The Korean teen cringed. Not here, not now.

Besides, Natalya wouldn't-

"You have to survive first."

When he turned back to face her, the car had already driven off.

The black haired man wiped the blood off his sleeve, standing atop a destroyed ambulance.

Blood that wasn't his.

Kiku sneered at the lifeless bodies of the people, who were silly enough to believe that they could take the Honda Yakuza head anywhere they wanted and get away with it.

Fools.

Jumping off, he tore the straight jacket off and tore it, tossing the shreds into the fire. People were already crowding the area, some taking pictures with their phones and others with dropped jaws and worried voices. A fire truck siren rang in the distance, as barricades with flashing lights were bordered around the area of the incident.

Crimson eyes stared back at the police, whose guns were aimed directly at him. He chuckled, dodging a few bullets before removing his own gun from his pocket.

"My, you're making quite a show. Everyone's watching. Unfortunately, I have plans of my own and we'll have to end this quick."

With a dark smile, he pulled the trigger.

"Shoot." The Cantonese teen hissed as the breaking news showed an aerial view of a major accident that blocked a major intersection. Mei's attention was drawn to the screen at the sound of his voice.

A man in a teal kimono with a gun, shooting randomly at the police, who toppled like dominoes. Horror grew on the spectator's faces as they ran screaming from the seemingly insane man. The reporter was speaking rapid Japanese as Kiku pushed past the barricades easily, the camera closing in as it captured Kiku's smiling face.

A smiling face with bloodstains.

For how long had he hidden this...

Mei flung her pink handbag over her shoulder, her handgun still loaded within her sweater pocket. Xiang looked up.

Xiang didn't look up. He didn't need to. He already knew what Mei was going to do. The night before she already told him about all that was to happen. About Kiku, about Yong Soo.

About exactly how much he had gotten himself into by coming to Tokyo.

"Mei-"

"I have to do this. And I know I haven't always been careful. But maybe this is what I can do to make things right." He stared into her determined eyes, wondering what to say.

She averted her gaze from his, raising her hand to her chest.

"...Even if it means that I have to kill him this time." She had been thinking about it all night. If Kim was here, her Vietnamese friend would scold her for being so impulsive. Whenever she said something like that it always slipped past her mind.

Now she realized that she had never stopped to think about it.

Xiang rose from the chair without saying a word.

"Then. I'll go too."

Madeline sighed as the crowd's clamor grew closer and closer.

She had never been one for loud noises.

"'Don't like it here." The white ball of fur mumbled beneath her sweater.

"Sorry, Kuma. But this doesn't happen everyday..." The bear's beady black eyes stared into the sky blue orbs that belonged to his owner. The girl swore she heard a tiny sigh before his paw began batting the golden hair that fell down her chest.

"Is it starting soon?" Madeline looked at the two tall men that towered on the chairs to her left and right. Although they had been assigned to protect her at all costs, and guard her with every step she took, she had to admit they weren't much company. Al was kept home by their father, because of how much work he would miss out in college.

"Soon." Was the blunt response of the one to her left. The shades were so dark that it kept their eyes from full view. Giving him a strained smile, Madeline leaned back into her seat.

Suddenly a booming noise broke through the speakers that hung from the ceiling, followed by a joyous-sounding announcement that rose the volume of the audience's noise to an ear-splitting chorus of squeals and happy words.

Cringing, the eighteen-year old held her pet closer to her chest before the lights dimmed. As the darkness began to close in, slow murmurs and words of anticipation were spoken and then halted as two lights shone a circle at the center of the stage. A screen of smoke hissed from the floor, enveloping the back of the stage in a curtain of dusty gray.

"ARE YOU READY?!" A voice in heavily accented English roared into the ears of the audience.

"YONG-SOO!" The high-pitched shrill returned again. Madeline breathed a sigh of relief, hopping forward from the chair. The two tall men stood, their stiff and silent demeanor a complete contrast to the young women around them.

Laughing softly, she patted Kumajiro's round head.

"I guess it's starting, eh?"

The Japanese man kept his blank face intact as his gloved hand tilted the cap downward, casting a shadow to come upon his pale face.

A smirk crept across his face as the corpse of the policeman sunk into the depths of the harbor.

Turning his head, fanatic screams came from the inside of the stadium, accompanied by the rough screech of an electric guitar.

"Well. It appears the party has begun without me."

"Natalya!" Yao smiled in relief as a familiar face gracefully passed through the hopping forms of teenage girls, waving their glow sticks and singing along to the lyrics.

The Belorussian gave her a brief nod before glancing at the main attraction.

Yong Soo, with his Cheshire cat smile, and his expressive song, had his bright eyes moving from one lovestruck fan to another.

Before she could look away, sure enough, he caught her gaze and winked in her direction.

"Tch." Yao raised an eyebrow in his direction and back.

"Did something-" The glare of ice sent towards the Chinese woman closed her mouth.

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