A/N wow such love for this story XD I'm doing the translations right next to their counterpart cause there are a few and they add o3o sorry if that bothers. and I'm only doing it for the ones that don't seem obvious or easy to figure out
UPDATE: My dad got a new firewall that blocked Fanficiton and I recently got it back. I've made a few changes to this chapter and I am working on others but getting ready for college is my priority. Dont't worry though I will finish this! (It feels soo good to be back!)
I don't own Hetalia
Objective two: Pull the levers in sequence
Team: BTT with Romano and Canada
Estonia's voice suddenly turned off. Prussia and Spain immediately went on the defensive while France scanned the area holding Canada and Romano behind his back.
"Status, Franca?" Spain asked hurriedly.
"Clear," he said relaxing slightly. "for now."
"Good," Prussia smiled. "Then the Awesome me will take over watching Birdie."
"Pardon moi?"
"You heard me, now move it Frenchie." he shoved the protesting Frenchmen away so he could wrap his arms protectively around Canada.
"Amigos," Spain interrupted before France could start a fight. "We need to figure out what we need to do."
"Espana's right." France receded. "We can't be held up in such a silly argument when it's clear who should watch these two." he gestured to Romano and Canada.
"I can take care of myself just fine bas-"
"I'll watch Lovi~" Spain sung cutting the southern Italian off.
"I don't need a babysitter!" said Italian loudly protested with a blush as red as the tomatoes he was so fond of.
"I know Lovi." Spain whispered. "But I promised long ago to never let anything happen to you."
"And as his papa, I'll watch Canada." France declared.
Prussia snorted causing his pareason friend to break his fabulous pose next to Canada in favor of a glare at the former nation.
"Why don't both of you watch him?" Spain suggested getting tired of his friends fighting like three year olds over a grown man who, by the look of it, wanted a babysitter as much as Romano did.
Okay, that was taking it a little far, but he was clearly uncomfortable with those two fighting for him.
"Will you three just shut up and get moving!" Romano yelled.
"To where?" France jabbed quickly only to throw himself back into his starring war with Prussia who then replied.
"Just follow the awesome me!"
"Now that's the worst idea of the century."
"How about you go forward and I'll tell you where to go from there." a female robotic voice said from France's mic.
"What the heck is that?!" Romano demanded.
"I'm your guide." it said "Now would you like to know what your job is or not?"
"Sure." Spain and Canada agreed before anyone could stop them.
"There are three levers across the board." the E.I. explained transforming into a map. "You must pull them in order starting with this one." the dot closest to their current position lit up. "And ending with that one." another dot lit up.
"Sounds easy enough." Prussia shrugged. "Of course, with the awesome me on your team, it's sure to be a breeze."
"Oh shut it Prusse..." France mumbled taking a stance next to Canada.
"Oy! I never said you could do that!" Prussia yelled hurrying to Canada's other side.
"I don't need your permission!"
"This is going to be a long mission." Romano sighed angrily.
"Don't worry mi tomate." Spain kissed his cheek, causing him to blush. "We'll take the front so that we don't have to listen to them argue, si?"
"Sure, fine. Now move idiota." Romano stumbled in front followed by a laughing Spaniard and a Frenchmen and Prussian fighting over a Canadian.
The first lever was only about a quarter of a mile away so they reached it rather quickly. It seemed to take longer though with the two countries behind Spain and Romano fighting over Canada.
"Shouldn't you be asking me permission to be by my little boy."
"Papa, I'm not a child..."
"Nein Frenchie, you see, birdi and I have hit it off."
"QUOI?!" He asked wrapping his arms around Canada. "How dare you touch my little Matthew, did he hurt you my little maple leaf?!"
"I'm fine Papa-"
"Ja, I'm just that awesome."
"WILL YOU THREE SHUT UP?!"
"Go suck a churro Romano." Prussia broke the fight for just a brief moment. "Anyways, why don't you get your delicate hands off my birdi."
"Delicate?!"
"Ja, you couldn't pick up a flower without getting a cut."
"I'll have you know!"
"Amigos, I hate to interrupt." Spain lied, the fighting was starting to get on his nerves too. "But we need the map from France."
"Oui, oui, un momont."
"NOW IDIOTA!"
"Sava, sava..." he mumbled grasping Canada tightly and making his way to the other two.
"OY! The awesome me didn't say you were allowed to take him!"
The two Mediterranean countries groaned in exasperation. This was taking far too long to get done.
"I'm done with this crap." Romano snarled grabbing Canada by his hair and yanking him behind Spain.
"Romano!" the Frenchmen and Prussian yelled.
"Not until you two get your heads in the right place!" he yelled. "You're arguing could get us killed! Could get him killed." He shook Canada causing him to whimper slightly.
"Roma," Spain sighed, "please be a little more gentle. He didn't ask for them to do this."
"Well this seems to be the only way to get them to listen!" he pouted, but relaxed his grip. "Idiota."
"France," Spain asked smiling. "Where is the next lever?"
He touched his hand to the piece of headset covering his ear. Which apparently was the cue for the E.I. to come out with the map. Revealing a twisting road that lead to what looked like a big blob on the map.
"Alright, here's how this is going to work." Romano declared. "Canada's going to stay up here with Spain and I-"
"Ja, in the line of fire, smart idea you stupid Italia-" Spain stopped the insult with a stare that Prussia had never seen on his normally cheery friend's face.
"As I was saying." Romano continued...a little smug. "Canada will stay up here while you two cover the rear. Got it?"
"To think, I'm taking orders from an Italian..." Prussia muttered.
"They're right though." France sighed as they began walking towards their new destination. "We could get him killed...truce?"
Prussia eyed his friends now extended hand. "For now." he took it. "But when this is all over, I will make Birdie mine."
France smirked. "Good luck, mon amie. I look forward to it."
"Luck? The awesome me doesn't need luck!" Prussia laughed.
"I think they're done fighting." Spain noted cheerily.
"Of course they are." Romano shot. "I threatened Canada. We Italian's may not be too useful on a battlefield. But love is our specialty."
"Hmm..it truly is." Spain winked.
"...sh-SHUT UP!" Romano hit him. "Idiota..."
"Romano, you're so cute when you blush."
"I wonder how I ended up being the one sandwiched between all this...?" Canada asked to deaf ears.
The further the group delved onto the path the more concerned they got. The walls slowly were beginning to raise up leaving them wide open from an aerial attack and with them closing in every few inches they were loosing room to maneuver as well.
"Um...guys.." Canada spoke up in hopes of being heard. "Maybe we should run. The least amount of time out in the open the better, right."
"Si, unless they're waiting to ambush us at the second lever."
"Which is almost certain by how few have come to stop us." France noted.
"So if we run, Birdie, they'll get the upper hand of more energy."
"Besides, if Frenchie's map is right, we're almost there anyways." Romano shrugged as they continued their trek to what they all assumed was a trap.
Around one more bend, with nothing in sight in the case of an aerial assault. However, a mere ten feet away was something of a wall. It came up to their waist and seemed wide enough to for all five of them to crouch behind. Just beyond that was the next lever.
"There it is!" Canada cried happily starting forwards to it.
"WAIT!"
The shooting from behind and above started, causing all of them to hurry to the wall that seemed to be out of range of the guns. "Idoita! We told you not to run!"
"Don't yell at him!"
"STOP YELLING ALL OF YOU!" Spain cried. "We need to get this done." His hand suddenly had a blaster similar to the ones of their enemy. "Romano, Canada get the lever. France, Spain lets show them why ours is one of the strongest alliances of the world." he tossed them two guns at the ready from behind the lever (how had they missed that?) with extra cartridges. With smirks and the one order from Spain, the nations sprang into action.
Canada and Romano made fast work of pulling down the lever then turned to watch the show.
Prussia and France where on the sides of the wall turning the advancing creatures to dead piles. No matter how many more seemed to uncontrollably flood the area. Spain though was wide open to fire and aimed for the gunmen on the walls. He ducked down every now and then to reload and take a breath but quickly sprang back up and continued the fight.
"I've got them all on the wall." he informed them on his last rest down. "But I'm out of ammo."
"They're blocking the only way out and there's no end in sight of them." Prussia yelled back. "We can't keep this up."
"Can you hold on for a few more minutes?"
"Ja."
"Then cover me." Spain commanded running to where Canada and Romano where hiding behind the lever station. "Ah ha!" he cheered. "Romano, grab that explosive, Canada get the trigger, both of you follow me." nodding they grabbed the objects and followed the demanding Spaniard.
Romano with unimaginable speed set up the explosive and connected it to the trigger that Canada was holding. Spain took it from both of them. "Go back to France and Prussia." Romano didn't listen as his Canadian counterpart did.
"Not a chance idota." he chided cocking a gun. "Just hurry up." he turned and started firing off a huge number of shots, then BOOM!
"GO! BOTH OF YOU!" France shouted to Spain and Romano. The two eldest nations continuing their cloud of fire on the scene. Letting up only briefly to see more of the hideous creatures emerging from nowhere. "We can still get out of here." France told Prussia and Canada as they cowered behind their temporary shelter.
"That would imply someone going on a suicide assault." Prussia argued. France merely gave him a knowing smile. "Nien..."
"Papa?" Canada's voice squeaked.
"I'm counting on you to take good care of him Gilbert." France said with a strong voice, trading headsets with Canada. "Promise me that you'll do that for me, old friend." As if dead, or just from the shock of his friend doing this impossible thing, Prussia nodded slowly.
"Papa." Canada objected.
"Vivre heureux, mon beau garçon, mon beau Matthew. Vivre pour nous deux." (Live happily, my beautiful boy, my beautiful Matthew. Live for the both of us.) He whispered softly, kissing his forehead. "Je vais dire bonjour à la maman Jeane pour vous." (I will say hello to mama Jeane for you)
"Non...papa...s'il vous plaît." (no...please) Canada's eyes welled up in tears as France stood. A gun that was hanging loosely at his side, now in a grip that a bull dog couldn't compete with.
"Allez, maintenant." (Go now)
"PAPA!" Canada tried to follow him but Prussia grabbed his waist in a tight hug.
"He's giving himself up for you." He choked. "Don't let it go to waste. We need to save the others."
"THEY HAVE SPAIN AND ROMANO!" Canada fought his grip. "PAPA! NO!"
"And what happens if Spain and Romano can't do it alone?"
"THEN YOU GO GILBERT! I CAN'T LEAVE MY PAPA!" The tears were too much now. The only thing driving the Canadian was the desperate need to rescue the man who raised him. "I...I can't leave him...not...not like everyone else."
"I know." Prussia said soothingly. "It's hard. But if we don't go, then Spain and Romano are going to come back. And if they do that, then our mission won't be completed. Think of everyone else, the other countries, think of Alfred. We need to go." he tugged the Canadian's hand.
France turned around and watched his poor boy in pain. It killed him. He wanted to run back and promise to never leave his side again. But he needed to remember, he was doing this for him. France was an old man, he'd seen the best of things, one of the very best was the Canadian as a small child running around his now empty house. He wanted to give his boy the same chance. He would be happy with Prussia. He could trust him never to forget him.
Blue met purple as father and son stared into each others eyes. The blue was calm, despite knowing that this was the last thing he'd ever see that would make what was going to happen next so worth it. The purple frantic and pleading, begging the other to come back to safety, promising that they could find another way, a nonexistent way out of losing blue.
"Je t'aime," (I love you) France spoke with confidence, unwavering and strong. "toujours." (forever)
A waterfall poured from Canada's eyes as he wailed. "Je t'aime aussi, papa." (I love you too) he launched himself into the man's arms, soaking in his strength for the last time.
Prussia gently tugged on Canada's arm. "If we don't go now."
"Je sais." France nodded, tenderly pushing the boy off of him, and kissing his forehead one more time.
Canada lost track of what happened after that. Time had no meaning. He just said goodbye to the man who raised him, who loved him, who always saw him. All he remembered, was France crying "VIVRE LE FRANCE-!" Cut short by a sickening squelch. Then Spain and Romano where there.
"Where's Francia?" Spain asked Prussia, Canada clearly too distracted to answer.
"He's..." Prussia stuttered. "He's with Jeane again, like he's always wanted."
The look on Spain's face could only be described as painful shock. Romano immediately glued himself to his husband's side, whispering soothing words in his ears to help him fight the tears. After all, Carriedo's don't cry.
That's when Prussia called it in. A shake in his voice and his hand as he pulled the mouthpiece closer to his lips. "Game over, Francis Bonnefoy."
Spain, Romano, Prussia and Canada set off on a new course. One more lever pulled. The E.I. had given them a new destination. So close to be done with their part and then it would be up to the others.
The four nations continued carefully through the digital death trap. Prussia being overly protective of Canada, who was more silent than usual, wishing he was invisibe, as well as more determined. Spain was in the front of the small group. He seemed to be the only one who was capable of actually shooting what he meant to and when this was just a game, he beat America at understanding the controls. Romano was right behind him, gun at the ready and testing out the different parts of his suit.
"Hey!" he exclaimed happily, breaking the somber mood. "You can check out peoples butts with this zoom feature!"
"Romano!" Spain blushed.
"Turn back around, I need to practice this." the Italian demanded more or less ignoring their present company.
"Why are you doing this again?" Spain as he succumbed to his husband's wishes.
"Because we're all being too pouty." Romano shrugged. "I never liked that good for nothing wine loving Frenchie anyways, I don't see why you're all up-"
Prussia tackled the Italian to the ground. "TAKE IT BACK!" he yelled punching him in the gut. Canada came to Romano's aid and managed to pull off the angry ex-nation.
"It's true! He was always messing with you two. Tugging everyone along. Name the last time he did anything right!" Romano yelled angrily. "The jerk even tried to take me when I was a little kid!"
"Lovino." Spain whispered. The three nations were immediately silent. The only sound being their beating hearts.
He'd never sounded so broken.
"France...he was my friend..." he continued. "I know you don't...didn't...like him. But I won't let you speak like that in his memory. After all," he looked up with the most heartbreaking smile breaking on his lips. "Had he not tried to take you as a child, I would not have seen how much I loved you."
"Tonio..."
"Come on mi tomato, we need to keep moving or else they'll find us too easily. We still have a lever we need to find."
Three nods followed his statement. They began once again their silent shuffle to where the E.I. said the next lever was. Spain in front, Romano following with Prussia and Canada watching their backs.
Years of being a pirate and paying attention to an endless blue sea for one spot of black, a flash, something to warn of England's coming helped Spain spot the sudden movement of pale green against paler blue. He looked closer, apparently the only one who noticed. Stopping the groups progress to get a better look.
"What is it?"
He didn't know, not yet. He was waiting for whatever it was to see that it was spotted and come out for an attack so he could properly assess it. It was coming back up...with...a sniper rifle? Spain's eyes widened.
"Take cover!" he yelled shoving them all behind a fallen wall. Seconds later a large wave of plasma blasts surrounded them. Prussia stood and began fighting back, ducking back down every now and then. The other nations followed in suit. Each in their own world trying their hardest not to get killed.
Romano saw a more opportune spot just ten feet away. He'd be in enemy fire but he was Italian, he could run fast enough to get there.
Spain saw both the movement of Romano heading to another strong hold and the sniper that was suddenly fixed on the southern Italian's movements.
It had a lock on the running man.
The trigger was pulled.
The charge was released.
"Romano!" Spain yelled as he pushed the Italian out of the way of the gunfire.
"Idiota!" Romano scolded before looking back. Spain was on the ground clutching his side with his face scrunched up, trying as hard as he could not to let one tear fall. Instead, he smiled at Romano.
"Are...are you...okay?" his breath was labored. Dang that was a good shot, even if it was not intentional.
Romano crawled over to his side. "Don't cussing worry about me! You're hurt!"
"Don't worry...the...Boss can...handle this..." he tried to sit up. Neither of them noticed that Prussia and Canada had taken to protecting them until Prussia yelled.
"Romano! Grab your gun and get your butt over here!"
"I'm not leaving him to fend for himself!" Romano screeched. But he did pull out his gun and start shooting anything that came near them. Standing over Spain to insure that nothing happened.
"It's...funny..." Spain laughed lightly as Romano knelt down to reload. "I...I always thought...I would protect you..."
"Don't talk like that, idota." Romano gently shushed him. "I'm not so weak that I can't return the favor." He stood to continue shooting, but he was stopped by a hand grabbing his sleeve.
"Lovi..." he looked so calm...so peaceful...but his eyes showed what he was clearly trying to hide. "Please...don't be stupid and...try to stay with me..."
"What are you talking about?" Romano demanded, knowing full well what he meant.
"When you can...leave me...I want you...I want you to live."
"NO!" he yelled.
"Lovi-"
"I don't care what you want!" his eyes were light with a fire that would never be doused again. "I don't want to live without you! I can't live without you! Haven't you figured that out yet?!"
"Lovi, I..."
"So shut up and live jerk." he shook his hand off and tried again at standing. Only to be foiled again by the wounded Spaniard. He pulled him down to his face, Romano catching himself on his hands so he didn't crush the clearly delusional man.
"Ti amo." Spain whispered before forcing his mouth against Romano's in one final testament of passion and eternal love. Romano stayed there, tears dropping silently as he felt Spain's grip on his shirt relax and, soon, let go completely.
"Romano!" Prussia yelled in warning. They were starting to get to be too much for only two of them fighting. The Italian stood, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Go." he said with surprising calm.
"What?" Canada asked in a panicked tone.
"I'm not letting that idiota Tonio get away without me." he smirked, eyes still alight with a burning blaze that craved vengeance for the man that laid dead at their feet. His hand fell to his hip where a blaster stood and the other stroked the reload packs that were strung across his chest. "I'll stay here. Until the end."
"But-"
"Birdi, we don't have time to argue."
"Go, finish the mission." Romano commanded. He looked back to see the challenge that awaited him. "And...and tell my brother." the tears in his eyes screamed his fear of dying... "That I'm sorry, but I finally understand why he can't leave that potato lover." they begged him to fall into the usual Italian reaction of retreating to fight again..."He's that one person," but his eyes..."That he can't live without." they looked down and had never had a more confident glim in them. "Tell them good luck." He turned around and with no fear betraying his features shot a wall of plasma blasts at the enemy, wishing that the other two would get the right idea and leave.
He heard it in his headset before the wound pierced his chest.
"Game over, Antonio Carriedo."
His name wasn't there yet. To heck with it, he wasn't done yet. There was one more that seemed to be laughing at him in his pathetic state. Draped over Antonio like a shield and a gun raised right at his attackers heart.
"Chigi." he said, pulling the trigger.
The monster fell backwards, landing with a humongous thud on the ground. He let his hand drop, finally realizing how exhausted he was. Now...now he could let go.
He laid his head against Tonio's shoulder, gripped both of the Spanish man's hands with is own, intertwining them for the final time and gently kissed his cheek. "Ti amo."
"Game over, Lovino Vargas."
Prussia and Canada stared at the final lever. There had been five of them to start and now it was down to just two. Prussia pulled his cross out and placed it to his lips. Finally, they were almost done.
Canada was the one to step forward to try and pull down the heavy piece of medal. But it was too much for him in his fatigue. Prussia took his place next to him and set his hands on top of the Canadian's. "Together." they nodded. And with a little strain, they pulled the red lever down.
"Nous l'avons fait papa." Canada whispered. (we did it papa)
It was over...now what?
The E.I. came out of Prussia's mouthpiece. "Now you will meet the others at the following coordinates."
"...when did you change colors?" Canada asked. Their guide was no longer purple as it had started out...but instead green.
"When you completed your mission. Now you must hurry, just because you finished doesn't mean you won't still be shot at."
The two nations did as they were told, Prussia facing the front, Canada the back, a small rope tied around both of them so that Canada could easily follow without looking at the other. Despite the computer's warning, they met no resistance as they approached a single door. Unlike any that they'd encountered in the game. It looked like one at the meeting hall. Oh, what they'd give to have that be it. To have this be some elaborate scheme by America, Estonia and maybe his alien friend Tony. To have this truly be a way into a normal meeting room.
Prussia opened the door. "What the Gilbird?"
A/N one more done!
So...there was a reference in here to one of my other stories...first person to find it gets a request fic ok? ^^ Bye~