So the whole time I was writting this chapter I was listenning to this song: /user/SkadiPirate#p/u/3/0hJ9-WNKbF0 freakin awesome yet random xD
So I know I was like: Yea this chapter is going to be longer but I lied...it's about as short as chapter 2 or even just a little longer...
Anyways, here's the epic chapter with America's plan to get the key!
America had stayed up countless hours trying to figure out how he would pry the key from Russia's heart without him finding out only to realise that that was impossible. His two options were to wait until Russia's heart fell out of his chest as it did every meeting or grab it from his chest. Of course, if he chose the second option, he was more than dead.
Tony waltzed into America's room pulling on his sleeve. "What is it Tony? Are you hungry?" he asked.
Tony shook his head and pointed at America's calendar that was lying, in a sorry state, on the ground. America's eyes widened as he jumped to his feet and hurried to find his suit.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" America yelled as he quickly dressed himself. "I completely forgot about the World Meeting!"
America had dressed himself in record time and quickly called for military transport, the meeting was held in Vancouver and America was thankful he decided to stay in his house of Seattle.
"Sir? Who is that…thing…with you?" A soldier asked as he accompanied America to the helicopter.
"That's Tony." America answered lifting Tony in the chopper.
"What is he, sir?"
"He's an illegal alien immigrant but now's not the time!" America explained. "If I'm late to the meeting England's going to kill me, Canada's going to school me and I might miss Russia's heart falling out!"
The soldier made a face. His commander placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close to his ear. "We've learned not to ask questions."
Out of some miracle, America made it in time but only by jumping out of the helicopter with a parachute, ruining his suit. He met with Canada and Kumajirou at the entrance who schooled him about maintaining his appearances.
"Now if you ever get lost, find a taxi and give him this card okay?" Canada asked giving Kumajirou a card of the hotel where the meeting would be hosted.
"Who?" Kumajirou asked.
"Canada." He answered patiently.
"Okay."
Kumajirou and Tony left trotting down the sidewalk and into the crowd of people who seemed to think nothing of a polar bear and an illegal alien waltzing next to them.
"This was the first time I ever saw you jump out of a helicopter." Canada stated as he and America entered the building.
"I was going to be late otherwise." America defended.
They walked to the meeting room; only France, England, Germany, Italy, Romano, Japan, China and Hong Kong were there. France harassing England, as usual; Germany was schooling Italy about the proper posture he should use and Romano was telling Italy to man up and talk back; Japan was chatting timidly with China as Hong Kong observed everything and took notes.
"Crap." America cursed. "But at least Russia isn't here yet."
"What?" Canada asked.
"A-ah! Nothing!" America quickly insisted. Damn it! I didn't think I said that out loud…
Canada smirked and shook his head.
Just then, Russia walked in the meeting room followed by Belarus, Ukraine, Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia.
"Sorry we're late." Russia apologized with his creepy smile.
"It's all right." Canada assured with an awkward smile. "You're not that late anyways…"
Russia nodded and walked around the table to take a seat. America quickly grabbed his brother's arm and dragged him to the seats across from Russia. Russia paid no heed to America; he leaned slightly over the table to pull his chair closer when his heart randomly dropped from his chest.
America jumped over the table without thinking, and grabbed the fake heart. Russia starred at him surprised for a moment just like everyone else in the room.
"America." Russia started with an evil smile. "What are you doing with my heart…?"
Belarus slowly approached her brother's side raising the sharp knife she kept hidden within her dress. America gulped loudly thinking quickly of what he should do.
"Mattie you're my bro right?" America asked.
Canada didn't have time to answer, America was already out of the meeting running for his life as he yelled:
"Take care of Tony for me and stall Russia!"
Russia jumped over the table followed by Belarus.
"Give that back, you bastard!"
Everyone in the room was dead silent, starring at the door confused and speechless. Even Germany couldn't find anything to say to break this moment of its confusion.
America quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialled the army's number. "Commander? Are you still in Canada?" He asked as he ran down the halls and down the stairs. "Good! I need you to come back to get me right away! Russia's going to kill me if you don't!"
Suddenly, America heard a sickening crack from the ceiling above. The ceiling came down quickly; America had barely any time to dodge and from the debris emerged a pissed off Russian.
"Commander?" America mumbled to the phone. "I'll call you back…"
He closed the phone and slipped it in his pocket.
"America." Russia started again as he walked towards him. "May I ask why you have my heart?"
"I…um…"
America quickly fiddled with it and opened it. When he did, Russia stopped walking and looked at him in awe, shock and confusion. America pulled out the small key, closed the heart and tossed it back to Russia.
"Here. You can have it back…" He said laughingly.
Russia glared death at the American. "How did you know?" he asked; his voice icy and deadly.
America jolted and struggled to keep calm. "Know what?" He asked as he backed away.
Russia moved in dangerously close. "Don't fucking play dumb with me." Russia hissed. "How did you know about that! I never told anyone!"
America searched for a lie, but he had to admit, in a situation like this, no lie could ever work out. America's back then hit the wall, there was nowhere else to and America knew he was more than screwed.
"Answer me!" Russia hissed again.
Russia's favourite kill toy, his steel pipe, slipped from the sleeve of his long coat and he caught it. His grip was firm and ready to bash in America's head. America looked around desperately but no matter how many times he would look, there would be no escape.
Russia raised the pipe dangerously over his head and as he brought it down to hit the smaller blonde, America pulled out the chest where resided Russia's heart.
"Wait!" He cried cowering behind the casket.
Russia managed to stop his blow from hitting the casket harder than a tap. He looked at it as if he found an old friend, but his eyes shifted and the look that was once found was lost in hatred and anger.
"Y-you recognize it don't you?" A small smile of victory appeared on America's face. "It doesn't matter how I got it, the fact is I have it. Your heart belongs to me now! You're mine!"
Russia glared and took a step back. "Like hell I'll let you open that thing and toy with it." Russia snarled. "I'll kill you before you have the time."
America smirked and quickly grabbed his gun. He was thankful that he didn't listen to anyone when they told him to stop bringing it everywhere. He pointed the gun and the chest. "This bullet doesn't need the casket to be open for deadly things to happen." America stated.
He cocked the gun and Russia took a step back. America's grin widened. "You'll do as I say and you won't complain!" America ordered. "If anyone asks about your 'new attitude' you tell them nothing about this casket."
"Duh." Russia hissed. "Why would I ever want anyone to know about that thing?"
America puffed his cheeks in anger and continued. "In exchange, I won't kill you." America finished. "But every time you disobey I will give you a suitable punishment."
Russia glared daggers at America; the America knew that if it wasn't for the heart he held in his hands, Russia would have massacred him by now.
"Now the commander will be here any second with the chopper." America instructed. "You're coming back to Seattle with me so I can start abusing my power."
"Sir? Didn't you say you were running from Russia?" Asked a soldier.
"The tables have changed Tommy*," America sighed, "You'll understand some day."
The soldier looked confused. "Tommy isn't even my name…"
The Commander placed a hand on the soldier's shoulder yet again, "We learn not to ask questions, remember?"
"Yes sir…"
So if one of you understood the Tommy joke please speak or forever remain silent as I explain D
Durring World War I (Maybe World War II as well...) German soldiers...enemy soldiers in general used to tease American soldiers by calling them Tommy. Supposedly, Tommy was a very popular name in that era and the enemy, maybe everyone, had the mental of: 'Every American's name is Tommy'
So this was the most awesome chapter! ;p
Things are going to start getting lemony soon YAAAYY!
I don't think I'll update any chapter in addition today, but you never know xD
SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!