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(Greece's pov)

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Finally we've made it just one level below them. Even though I am tried but once someone messes with my friends I will teach them a lesson. No one hurts my friends nor friend/enemy like friends who maybe haven't done anything to them without learning a lesson.

Poor England who is shot and worried. I feel like America is worried but trying to stay calm which is something surprisingly amazing for someone who is mostly a loudmouth, annoying, blabber mouth, and some what stupid.

I want some say something but I didnt. Because I knew there was no point aruging with Russia by his side. Turkey who was by my side was looking for something. I wasnt sure until it hit me. Those people have guns and we have almost nothing.

Just behind me was someone quietly but again loudly yelled in my ear. "Lets find some guns and kick thier ass. Then get those jackasses out of there." was the Cubian that shocked me enough to make me jump in surprise.

"Cuba you know that maybe they could- I dont know here you yelling. And agreeable to find some type of weapons even though I have my cat. I am pretty sure he could do something." I said quietly but loud enough to hear me. "You and your stupid cats. I could pay Germany five bucks for armies of dogs to destory cats."

I looked at him with my best death glare. Which almost lasted long until Turkey came over with four pistols. I wasnt sure why there were four until Spain took his. And I could almost tell what they were until we hear yelling from above and glass breaking. Which made us run towards the door not looking back at the window. Slowly we hear some thumping sounds of people stomping, falling, or plainly dead but nations couldnt die. So there not dead and hope that the people didnt get to them.

Quickly Turkey handed my gun to me and Cuba's new foundly weapon. For once I feel like we are missing something. Maybe a plan or something. Turkey quietly open the door without hesation and we rushed out quickly but silent as a ninja. I took my surroundings cautiously and quick. I saw four hallways, a pair of stairs that lead up and down, a sign that read "'Third Floor.'", and around seven or eight door on each wall, and a giant windows on each end about maybe 20x20 or more.

Cuba started to move from my left still point his gun just enough from his face. Same with Turkey but he was infront of us with sign languaging us. He started off looking at Cuba 'You will check this hallway for other weapons.' He didnt even looked at me but I knew he wanted me to follow. But before we went I hear Spain mutter something until Turkey shot back and signed him 'You are with Cuba.'

Technically he is like my mother slash father figure I sort of have. Same with Egypt but he is more of a brother figure to me. But me and Turkey go way back when I was younger and he wasnt as old as he is now ,but still then he was like a father. He show resemblance to a mother but more father symbol than anything. Sure he does show worriness and protect if any of us are harmed. Like the time we were in the hot tube (hot room xD) when he was stretching out my muscles. I told him my back hurt at the time and he told me to follow him to some place to help me with my back problems.

Of course I follow Turkey and Cuba plus Spain went off in another hallway. I was a little glad that Cuba isnt alone. We went down the hallway on the left while they went to the right. We need a few things like aid kit, some more ammo, and- wait how did Turkey find those four pistols? Really where did he find them and why were they here? I am sure the person or people who left them here are still here. But where though? And did they leave? Did someone hear the noise upstairs? The questions started to fog my mind as we walked slowly. Until we hear some banging and- wait gun fire?! Just like that we run out of the room and to see Cuba and Spain were shooting at something upstairs.

I started to feel this anger but yet I am scared a little. Wait is this place packed or did all the staff members left without another word? Because no one is screaming, not running out of thier rooms, nor even peeking out of there doors. Which now made me wonder. Where are the people when we got here? Turkey started yelling at them about something which made me snap out and fouced.

We ran to the other side of the stairs to see two people, one woman and one male, shooting back. They werent the greatest shooter in the world I mean the girl cant aim and she is just shooting at everything. While the other is shooting less but getting an a-okay shots. Like it left a scrape on Spain's left hand wrist. It isnt bleeding bad but lightly bleeding.

Cuba yelled "Damn! You cant shoot worth a damn! Just give up bitchs and hand up in the air!"

I looked at him with this oh-really look which he seemed to have noticed. "What?" Cuba asked but more angered than a questioning look. I signed deeply but spoke.

"Did you find other guns? That could be a little useful." His look was dull and it some how made me understand there were no other weapons. I some how grew angry by this which I ran back into the room. Ignoring orders from Turkey but fouce on a cup full of pens and pencils.

I shrugged it off and look around the room. I saw a few chairs that were wooden. So I grabbed one and smashed it enough to make sharp stakes. I wanted to save ammo incase if something happens. So once grabbed four wooden stakes and a cup of office suppiles. Just from the corner of my eyes I noticed a cleaning bottle. It was pure white, with a blue and white labbel called "'Bleach'" which made me smile.

I ran back to Turkey and saw they were pinned in one of the hallways. Cuba pulling Spain back, and Turkey trying to fight them. I stood there thinking then it hit me. I opened the bottle of Bleach and pour it all over the pens, pencils, and the wooden stakes. I pulled out my gun and moved it some where in my pants. Which I didnt care at the time but I didnt want them to take it. I remember Japan teaching me a few moves about hit, throwing, and blocking objects coming at you. So I went into position and throwen the pens first. Just in the same time I prepared myself for a fight in seconds to high jump kick in the air.

Which my feet hit the objects and a couple hit the girl's shoulders. The man looked at me with anger. I showed the same emoution to him as well when I reached down to pick up the skates, I only grabbed two. He looked at the girl beside him and I noticed several stuffed bags which made me wonder how are we going to get them out? Or how are we going to make it out?

I should've paid attention because the guy was running straight at me with a balled up fist. I quickly dodged it by moving to his right and moving the spikes to slash on his back. But luck for him, he was quick but I can be quicker learning from my battles from being Aceint Greece. I know my battles were mostly spears and swords but now it changed to sticks that have cleaning supplies on it.

Just like that I hear Turkey screamed in pain. I turned my head fast enough to see the girl was about to kill him which now full pissed me off completely. I acted by throwing one of the sticks at her, which stricked her in her side. Blood gushing out fast but slowly as well. I turn my attention to the guy by dodging his attacks. I try to strick at him but I only managed a few scratches on his arm. But of course they were bleeding a bit badly.

So I gripped the stick enough that my knuckles were white and I hit him on the head. The wood burst into tiny peices of wood shattering. He backed up shakin' a bit as I grabbed his hair and forced him to hit my knee in full force. I did that for mearily a few seconds each attack I did ,I add hatered.

The only way this guy is still alive is if he breathes through his mouth. So I simply throwed him at a wall and pulled out my pistol. Without another though I shot the girl. The world slow down as I took the shot. The bullet slowly flew out of the barrel to a small flash but yet bright as hell and left a swish sound as it cut the air into two. Then splish, spash, crunch, snap, crackle, and pop was the sound of the bullet entering the girls left eyeball to see gushes of blood slowly pouring down as a water balloon brusting. Then realisation enter my mind and it return to normal speed.

I looked at Turkey who was a bit stunned, Cuba give me a darkly smile or grin, and Spain who is out of it. I rushed over to the bags to see almost all the nations there sleeping in their peaceful mind let them. I looked at them and they understood.

I spoke "Cuba go get the black SUV in the back. And Turkey keep an eye on the guy."

With that Cuba ran off and Turkey was watching the guy who hasnt moved in a while. I open every single bag to find that only America, Russia, Canada, and Englnd are missing. It made me a little annoyed but I have a feeling that America would find a way out one way or another. I am not sure about England but I am sure I can ask the Nordic's if they know where England is.

It wasnt long until Cuba came back up and telling us to grab people. I grabbed the man who I attacked and tied his hands together with curtain ropes which are strong if used wisely. One by one we moved almost all the nations to the SUV until Hungary started to stir awake in my arms. When she did I said "It's okay Hungary. Your safe." With that she nodded at me and went into a deep slumber.

When we put the nations in there we were about to drive to Frances house. Until Cuba and Turkey were aruging on who drives which made me a little angry until I sort of yelled "Turkey you fucking drive and Cuba if Turkey start to get tired then you will drive! Done deal now good night."

And I climbed into the van and snuggle with Hungary who wanted to hug someone which I didnt mind besides everything started to go smooth.

The only questions in my mind is 'Why are they taking nations, Why are they attacking us, and Why attack Italy and a few other countries?" Then I welcomed the darkness to engulfed my dreams of cats, rainbows, and little bloodshed nightmares.

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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. And any other character! Nor music!