Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia in anyway, shape or form

I apologise for the long wait, i lost inspiration for a while but as of the beginning of the Riots in England I became inspired again.

quick note there's one line in this chapter that i won't be translating into English, this is to keep you guessing as to what he said so please don't translate it as the meaning will be put in a later chapter.

One more struggle

Yao moved out of the way quickly at the pipe came smashing down where his head was seconds ago, he stared at the Russian his eyes wide.

" What the hell Ivan? What do you think you're doing!" Shouted the Italian as he reached for his gun, he was quickly stopped by a heavy pipe breaking his wrist.

" You know what! One of you two got my man arrested, so who was it!" He screamed at them aiming again for Yao's head. Yao couldn't move out the way in time and fell to the floor, the back of his head bleeding freely.

"I know nothing-aru! I have too bad of a reputation with the police to make any kind of deal with them-aru!" Yao pleaded, his voice shaking and weak.

"Yeah, although I'm on better standing with them, they still don't like me, the most i can do is bribe them to stay quiet about our activities and even then that doesn't always work, most of them are under your control!" Shouted Romano as he gripped his injured arm.

Ivan seemed to ignore him going wild with his pipe, giving them no mercy. he turned to Yao who was still on the ground and kicked him out of the way stalking toward Romano again. "I don't like liars Romano, and you'll know this very soon" he threatened slamming Romano's face into the wall.

Mathieu's breath steamed in front of him as he followed the beautiful man in front of him. The man moved fluidly towards a destination that only he knew. The man's ponytail swayed as he walked stilling when the man stopped causing Mattie to walk into his back.

"Shush" the man whispered, " Stay here for a moment"

Mattie nodded blushing slightly at the heavy French accent the man had. It sounded so sexual coming from his mouth.

The man ducked around the corner and then a yelp and several gunshots. His eyes widened as he saw the French man take a step back his leg bleeding. The whole scene happened in minutes, the gun fire stopping soon after the French man took a step back. Mattie took a step forward reaching for the man. Just as he opened his mouth to speak his outstretched hand was gripped and pulled forward the man running through the corridors of endless white. The man didn't stop running until then were out side.

"Are you ok?" Mattie asked as he looked at the mans injured leg. The bullet wound was in the upper thigh, and bleeding badly, Mattie kneeled lifting the leg up to inspect the wound, " It's pretty deep, you should get that looked at quickly"

He heard a chuckle and looked up to the man. Only to blush and the lewd look he was being given.

" There's something...else you could be doing while on your knees young man" The older blonde chuckled at the larger blush that spread across Mattie's face. He held out a hand to help him up, "My name is Francis, et vous?"

" Mathieu" The shorter blonde answered.

The French man chuckled and leaned over whispering in his ear " si beau nom, comme une fleur brillante. attendez-moi encore, mes Mathieu" He walked away as Mathieu's face bloomed a bright, bright red.

Ivan stepped from his room smiling brightly his pipe dripping with blood and his gloves stained with dry and wet blood, Yao and Romano laid unmoving on the floor of the room. The large Russian turned to his Latvian personnel, " I expect that to be cleaned up by tonight Ravis" He stated walking down the hall, the small Latvian nodded quickly looking in the room, a hand covering his mouth.

Ivan was in a very happy mood, as if the huge grin on his face wasn't enough, all his pent up rage had been released that afternoon. He headed to his living room and sat there turning on the T.V. He listened to the news person ramble. Yes Ivan was in an excellent mood.

Too bad that was quickly shattered by the sounds of shouts outside and gun shot's hitting his walls, he ducked quickly avoiding the bullets. The Rain of lead lasted what felt like hours, the constant ring of bullet shells hitting the floor and the feeling of bullets zooming over his head where all mashed together in the chaos soon it stopped.

Ivan lifted his head to assess the damage his eyes widening. Everything was destroyed, the sofa was full of holes, the T.V screen completely smashed, his window was in shatters and every photo or picture he had on the wall was ruined. He stood fully glass falling from his back. His fists clenched as he looked around. Just moments ago he was smiling but now he felt like hitting something.

A familiar blonde head peeked in through the window before the wavy blonde walked in. "Are you ok sir?" He asked his Canadian accent thick.

"I'm fine Mathieu...just stay out of my way" He order storming out. Some-one was going to pay, mostly with their lives.

Well not a single mention of Alfred, how strange. Well not much to say on this chapter except I hope you like it and again I apologise for the lateness and the shortness, please R&R because lately i feel like dropping the series, I've lost inspiration and i feel like no-one is enjoying my work.

Thank you to all who have already updated especially YakkidyYak who seriously gave me a boost of confidence and really gave me moral support