Authors note: I dont own hetalia! Sorry out of character! And sorry if Italy was out of character but I had to make him a bit different enough. If I mispelled anything please let me know nicely please if you dont mind. I hope you like this. Nor music! Song called Circus - Britney Spears.
"conversation" 'Mind talking' 'singing in the mind' "sing outloud" "'re-quote'"
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As they pointed there guns into my face, my mind went into a blank. But yet I was thinking of the speed of light with suggestions. And one came to mind which was martial arts training. I know when I was younger I battled Turkey (which of course I won). So I watched if they will make a move or I will have to make my own move. It didnt last long when one took one step closer to my left side.
By that time I was focusing on two things. One was my arm and the last was there movement. Once one stepped closer I thought of the battle stragies. Then my mind went into a song called Circus by Britney Spears. It was getting louder and louder. The people werent helping, it only just a second until the one on the left nearly stomped on my chest which I turn to my right and forced the pain from my mind. With that I flipped myself forward on my only working hand also feet and high kicked one in the face.
It grew louder and sang. 'Theres only two types of people in the world. The ones that entertain and the ones that obsever.' One came from my right and tried to punch my face which dodge easily. Compeletly heeled one in their foot which made a crack, snap, and crunch sound. The person (he) that got footed screamed a bit and again tried to punch my sides which was dodgeable. 'Well baby, I'm a put on a show kinda girl. Dont like the backseat ,gotta be first.' The person in front of me tried to help her friend which I grabbed both of his hands and threw him over my back and throwed him into her which knocked both down. 'I'm like the ringleader. I call the shots. I'm like a firecracker. I make it hot. When I put on a show.' The other guy who tried to stomp on me was coming forward which made my insides brace itself because I knew I cant dodge in time nor block it.
'I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins. Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break.' There was a hard fist towards my face which broken my nose and had myself a nosebleed. I jump back on his second hit which missed me by an inch. He kept coming over and over and the most I could do was dodge. The pain only gotten a bit worse but still kept dodging until I threw one good punch. Which shot the guy back nearly a feet which impressed me but I knew I could do better.
When I got this much room of one and one half of a feet, I bolted towards the crowd of poeple. I moved faster than them, but I feel like I was slowing myself down. But it didnt matter when your being chased and having to dodge people. I never realised that I was in the back streets of Switerland, Crans-Montana. 'I'm like a performer, the dancefloor is my stage. Better be ready, Hope that ya feel the same.' I know I have been running from South Italy, my upper Italy, Germany, and then down to Switerland. Great - just great. So I have been running and they still chase me?!
I kept dodging people and made around corners which was mostly left until I read a sign saying "'Welcome To France'". I am almost there. I can make it to big brother Francis house. It only a couple of blocks. I can make it. Until a sound of a gunfire echoed through the streets of two places. I was so close and I still run even though I was shot more than once in the chest which hurts. I know brother France have guns in his house.
As I kept running I finally made it. I was panting and blood dripping from my nose and mouth together to lose good enough blood to make a normal human pass out. Once inside locked the front door even though they have already tooken France they didnt went into his house. I never noticed that the song died down to mutters. As I went through his house I pulled out a good enough metal box that had a plus sign and a gun that had enough bullets to kill those three. But then I heard a sound.
Then I got hit pretty hard and darkness took my vision but I heard a voice. I sounded nothing like the three people but german like. It spoken with a worried voice. "Vont vorry Italy I vave vou!". And it was lights out.
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Authors note: I know I know I know! I dont own hetalia! I dont own music! What will happen!? If you wanna knw then stick around for the next chapter!