ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL

A/N: I don't own Hetalia, only Ames and Elisabet

And I'm not a big fan of Hetalia, my friend "Italy" is, and she unknowingly convinced me to do a fanfic of it….

Also my title for this chapter is stupid I know, but I couldn't think of abetter title XP

Chapter Four: Don't Fight Fire With Fire… Unless You REALLY Have To

As I left the house I sighed. Life was so much more EASIER before I was chosen to take care of this little brat... though I'd never admit to anyone else that it wasn't quite as bad as I thought.
"AMES!" I yelled
"Yea...?" A sleepy, probably hung over, voice replied.

"I have to go to a meeting! Take care of Lizzie!"
"Short stuff...? Yea... Ok... Sure thing..." The man mumbled in reply before ambling back into his room and shutting the door.
"We'll just have to hope he doesn't burn the house down...", I muttered to myself

Stupid, Stupid Fate.

Later that day the limo was driving back to my mansion and I kept on dozing off in the back.
I briefly opened my eyes to see how close we were to home and almost jumped out of my seat.
We were almost home all right... whatever was left of it...

(AMES' POV)
"Come on man! That kid was left in my care! I HAVE to go get her!"
The fireman shook his head. "I'm sorry monsieur... It's just too dangerous..."
Oh cr*p.
Just then I saw my friend, Francis', limo.
Scratch that... Oh SH*T.

(FRANCE'S POV)

I rushed over to Ames.

"What-What happened?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"What are you talking about? I have five other houses just like this one."

"I tried to save her! I really did!"

You know those times when you feel completely retarded for not getting the obvious?

That just happened.

"Wait! You-You don't mean?" I said pointing to the house

Ames held his head in shame.

I bit my lip as I looked at the building than back at Ames, and ran into the building; ignoring the calling firemen, neglected Ames, and watched as time slowed and sound had became only a distant memory.

I rushed in to the flaming building, being careful of where I stepped, avoiding the flames, and watching out of the falling debris. "Lizzie! Lizzie where are you?"

My lip began to bleed from the pressure I had been putting on it.

"Lizzie!" I yelled as I ran through the first floor, but the second floor closed off because of the burning wood that had already landed on all the staircases

Suddenly a large piece of the floor behind me fell from above.

I jumped, then shook it off reminding myself I HAD to find Elisabet.

I ran to the kitchen to see if I could find the red headed girl there.

I tried to fight back the tears but it was no use as I saw her on the ground.

Elisabet was covered in burns, her face either a deathly pale or covered in soot, her red curls were burned, her breathing coming through her mouth was short and shallow, and a beam had covered her right leg.

"Come on Elisabet." I mumbled as I stroked her

She didn't answer.

"Elisabet? Elisabet, come on! Don't die Lizzie!" I cried

Tears began to flood as I tried to shake her awake.

She didn't move, she didn't speak, her breathing was slow and shallow. Immediately I thought the worse: Lizzie's going to die.

I slowly took my hands of her to move this f****ing beam.

I began to try to pull it up, although PE was never my strong suit I was SOMEHOW able to hold it up and push it off her leg.

As I dropped it harshly I hurried over to the damaged child.

Her eyes were still closed and her breath seemed shorter.

I picked her up, not truly caring if the media caught me with a tear stained face. They can say what they wish, but they can't deny that I was the one who came into this building when no one else did.

I couldn't tell Lizzie's full condition, but I could hear her heart beat as I held her close (barely, but I could hear it) Tha-thump... Tha- thump... Tha- thump...

I held onto her like I was afraid that she would be engulfed by the flames if I didn't.

To tell the truth I thought we wouldn't make it out.

I began racing towards the door, coughing as I did more work than my body was used to.

I smiled weakly as I saw the door, still intact though there were flames around it.

Suddenly those exact flames engulfed the door.

I put my hand over Lizzie's head, not daring to stop as I turned towards the right of the door.

I held my breath as I hit the glass window next to the door, glass floating as if it was deathly snow.

I could feel my skin being cut and bleed as I toppled down onto the concrete.

I let go of Lizzie's head to make sure she was all right.

I sighed in relief as I saw her eyes still shut.

"Francis! Short stuff!" Ames ran to us

Immediately he held Lizzie tightly, not noticing her condition yet, giving me time to catch my breath.

I could hear rushing footsteps behind me, inferring they were either reporters or firemen coming to give Lizzie fresh oxygen.

I tried to tell after Lizzie to tell her it would be all right after Ames had put her back in my arms but how can you do that when it looks like it isn't going to be?

"Come here madam." One coxed as he put the item over her mouth

She seemed more relaxed as he carried her gingerly over to the truck.

I was about to follow them but those media hounds ran up and started to surround me, asking me stupid questions ("Where were you during the fire?" "Were you scared of the fire?" "Mr. France why aren't you in the ambulance?") I couldn't see Lizzie anymore but I could see the ambulance leave once I had gotten there.

I panicked; Elisabet wasn't going to die with a complete stranger at her side was she?

Humanely I decided to take my anger out on the closet person to me. Angrily I turned towards Ames, who was standing right next to me.

"HOW'D MY HOUSE GET ON FIRE YOU BA****D? I ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING AND YOU BLEW IT YOU SON OF A B****! LIZZIE ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"I'm-I'm sorry Francis I-" as he tried to put a hand on my shoulder
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU D**M EXCUSES I WANT ANSWERS DO YOU HEAR ME?" Acting like his hand was simply vapor, I raised him up despite of our large differences in weight

You can tell how happy I was when THAT came out on print.

(TWO WEEKS AFTER THE ACCIDENT)

"I'm so sorry! So sorry! So, SOOOO sorry! I'll do anything, ANYTHING, to make it up to you!" Ames continued for the 756th time at my summer apartment in Paris

"You know, I'd forgive you a LOT faster if you told me how my D**N, F***ING HOUSE CAUGHT ON FIRE!"

Ames went quiet, which use to be rare but since the accident that seems as usual as breathing.

He looked away.

"GAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I growled as I looked down at my balcony

There were hundred, no THOUSANDS, of reporters down there just begging for me to go down so they could kill me with their f***ing questions.

Which means, I can't go outside, thus I can't get to my limo, to see Lizzie who's in the hospital.

I hit my head against the metal fence before walking back in.

Even though I wasn't looking up I could tell that Ames had left to lock himself in his room which he always did whenever I asked "How did my house catch on fire?", "How did the beam fall on Lizzie?", or something along those lines.

I looked at the magazine on the glass table and picked it up.

"FRANCE SAVES FOSTER DAUGHTER, BUT COULD THERE BE MORE THAN A FATHER-DAUGHTER REALATIONSHIP?" Showing two pictures; one of me rising up Ames, the other of me looking down at Lizzie after crashing through the window.

I scowled at it, only not tearing it into shreds because at the corner in SMALL typing read "Lizzie In The Hospital Page 21".

Yeah sure, that was an EXCELLENT place to put it.

I flipped to the page and it showed Lizzie with her eyes closed, a hint of her original color coming back, with an oxygen mask over her mouth.

I sighed sadly as I skimmed the column.

"Elisabet Anna Cheri…. 6 years old…. In Angel Elijah's Hospital…. Put in extensive care… she will be out of the hospital in several weeks if everything goes well says Dr. … Mr. Francis Bonnefoy A.k.a Mr. France has failed to visit the chil-"

I slammed the magazine on the glass table, causing it to crack.

I stormed off to the kitchen to get some food.

If they wanted me to visit Lizzie than all those reporters would stop hanging out near my door!

Then I heard a knock on my door, angrily I stomped over.

If that's another reporter I'm going to rip out his-

I blinked it was JUST a letter.

Looking both ways of the hall, seeing no one I picked up the envelope.

I put my feet on up on the couch and ripped off the sealed proportion.

"Dear Francis "France" Bonnefoy,

Just to let you know we, the World Council (lol I have no idea what they're actual name is XD), are having a meeting to discus your overall finals on your care for Elisabet Anna Cheri. The meeting will be held at the Loire Castles, starting at 3:30 PM. If you avoid this meeting, Elisabet will be taken away from your care.

Signed, The World Council Secretary"

I sighed heavily, that stupid accident wasn't my fault for the last time!

I thought about it for a moment, maybe I should take Ames to explain things, tell them that my only punishment was being stupid enough to let AMES take care of Lizzie.

I nodded, that might be a good plan…

"AMES!" I yelled, "I FOUND A WAY HOW YOU CAN MAKE IT UP TO ME!"

Also my friend Italy wrote da first part up to "scratch that, oh SH*T." i forgot why...=( maybe i asked her to... maybe she felt like it... I'm sorry Italy! I forgot!

AND WeirdGirl14 wrote parts and piceces of the story... so yeah. ^^

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