We Are The Axis Allies! (Hetalia) 6
(A/N: Scheiße! I guess the only way I was ever going to update was by getting sick ^^; Yeah, so I have chicken pox, and this is the only thing [besides tv and video games] I'm allowed to do. My mom is afraid I'm going to infect everyone in my family. Anyway! About today's chapter, as promised, we bring in five very special characters. Also, we identify the man with whom Prussia is working with, Netheo. I like this chapter, don't why though.
After so many failed attempts at Sweden speak, I gave up on it. We can use our imaginations, ja? ^^; Also, I want to [and kind of did] included little words of some of the characters' languages. If I mess up on your countries language, I sincerely apologize! D: I'm only fluent in Spanish and English, a little Japanese but not much! My sincerest apologies~!)
Once again, me no own; you no sue, ja? ;D
Denmark's house was nothing less than extraordinary. Weapons and beautiful showpieces alike, it was hard not to be captivated.
The Nordics had gone out to eat, and most likely drink, to celebrate another victory. Their victory? Finalizing on which couch Denmark should obtain. And though the house was not currently housing someone, a very persuasive person had decided to let himself in and made himself comfortable.
A group of merry voices were heard just a few feet outside the main door. It was apparent that the Nordics had returned. The Dane was currently the one speaking in his, unbeknownst to him, annoying tone. His keys jingled as he clumsily attempted to insert one of them in the keyhole.
"So then, as I was falling out the bar, I-" The Dane stopped upon noticing the uninvited guest in his house. In his hand, there was a glass cup, full of Denmark's Carlsberg. "Oi! Who do you think you are?!" The other Nordics entered the house once they saw their brother get defensive. The intruder chuckled evilly as he set his chilled beer on the counter next to his seat.
"Don't be so quick to judge. I have a proposition for you."
The Dane calmed down slowly; he knew who this was. "Preussen[1]. What do you think you're doing in my home?"
Prussia stood from the soft chair he was sitting in and walked towards the Nordics. "Like I said. I have a proposition for all of you."
"We're not interested." A stern and cautious Sweden decided for all of them.
Prussia softly chuckled and crossed his arms. "I never said it was negotiable." He placed his hand on the wooden table in front of the main doorway; he ran his finger over the top. "It'd be best if you'd accept. We wouldn't want any trouble, would we?"
"You can't just come into other countries' home and expect they obey you. A fool, you are looking." Iceland chirped from behind all his other brothers. The Prussian chuckled, his hands locked onto his hips.
"Foolishness would be to deny my generous offer."
Prussia snapped his fingers and assassins, similar to those that attacked the Allies, appeared from behind each of the Nordics. They were forced to their knees. Prussia walked to Sweden; he stole his glasses. The Swede blinked multiple times as his vision slowly became blurry. The silverette held the glasses in front of the Nordics.
"Let's pretend this is you Nordics." He snapped the glasses in half. The Nordic brothers watched as he dropped the spectacles to the floor and crushed the glass under his war boot. "Now, I don't want to be that guy, but I will. Either follow under my command, or be the glasses I can easily replace. Your choice."
Denmark turned to Sweden; the Swede was staring at the floor where a blurred piled of glass laid. As much as it pained the Dane, he would rather have glasses be the only thing crushed under Prussia's rule.
Denmark glanced up at the Prussian, "What are we agreeing to, exactly?" he questioned.
Prussia smirked as he walked back to pick up his beer. "I have a bit of a pest problem." A sickening smirk slipped onto his lips as he chugged the rest of the smooth Carlsberg.
"You know! The whole point of Britain moving me away from the dinosaur, was so that I could live! Why are you taking me back?!" A tossing and turning France screeched while in the arms of America. The American had decided to follow his older brother; how was he supposed to be the hero if he was cowering away with France? France!
"Well you have to watch me win against that scaly freak!" He replied back with a confident smile.
France inhaled deeply. "Did you piss yourself?"
"Not important!"
"Turbatio maximus![2]" England chanted directly at the carnotaur. He had hoped his knowledge of magic could go up against a prehistoric creature... It couldn't. The English nation attempted to confuse the reptile but to no avail. He stood, thinking of another spell to attack with, when Germany dropped to the scene, clearly not impressed.
"Singing some Latin words won't do anything! You need to attack this thing with force!" Germany commented while rolling up his sleeves to his elbows.
"Are you bonkers?! Even that woman said we're dealing with black magic here! Your fists will get us nowhere!" England retorted back with a snarl.
The German huffed. "Watch me!"
Germany advanced to the should-be prehistoric creature. Though he really had no idea on how to approach the situation he and his fellow countries had been put in. The carnotaur saw another scrawny insect running at it, and it, too, charged. While running, Germany inspected the dinosaur. It wasn't very tall, eleven feet perhaps? Arms were smaller in size compared to its body, and it had very many blind-spots. Another quality Germany found, was the dinosaur's jaw. It was odd compared to those in history books. More curved and thin.
'Could I risk it?' The German thought unsure of himself. It would have to be a risk he'd have to make quickly. The dinosaur was approaching hastily.
"Right!" Germany shouted heroically. The carnotaur roared in synch with the German's battle cry.
Right as the creature was right on top of Germany, the Aryan threw himself down and slid underneath the prehistoric reptile. The dinosaur went down as it tried to gulp the blond. Germany used this time to his advantage. He knew that carnotaur would get right back up and follow him.
And that's just what he wanted.
"Help~! Help Germany~!" Italy frantically screamed as he watched his best friend run for his life.
Japan followed what the German did; he studied it. "Now I see what Germany was after." He said briefly before jumping into action.
"Japan~! No!" Italy shrieked in fear.
On opposite sides of the worrying Italian, were the Allies. America had finally caught up to England and sat France down. The poor Frenchman was still writhing in pain from his rolled ankle; why did he decide to follow America and England in the first place? The remaining two of the Allies watched in curiosity as two of the Axis attempted to take down the animal.
"What are these losers up to, Iggy?" America asked while fixing his glasses.
England stared at the swiftly moving Japanese man. "I think they're trying to get it to trip over itself? I'm not entirely- Why the hell did you bring France back?!"
"Mr. Germany!" Japan called out from behind the dinosaur. Germany looked back and found his companion.
"Japan! What are you doing?! You're going to get yourself killed!"
"Years of salted salmon have not withered this old man. I think I can handle a dinosaur." The Asian replied with a confident smile; Germany returned the action. "Now what can I do to help?"
Before the German could reply, he, too, lost his footing. The damage was nothing serious but it gave an opportunity to their foe. While Germany was on the floor the reptilian scooped the man into its mouth, dirt and all. Japan stopped his running and watched in shock.
The few Allies present gaped at the sight. It devoured Germany like it was nothing. They almost felt... bad.. to see such a familiar face be lost forever.
Not even England felt the urge to gloat.
From beyond, Italy cried out in hysterics as he ran down to ground level. Japan stood in disbelief; it had happened so fast, too fast. However, he noticed something strange with the carnotaur. It didn't swallow Germany. In fact, the dinosaur was having trouble trying to shut its mouth.
'Germany..' The Asian man thought. "He's still alive!" Japan ran to aid his not-so-fallen partner.
At the sight of this, America leapt into action. Against the protests of England.
"A-America! Where do you think you're going?!"
The American laughed triumphantly. "Time for the real hero to shine!" America laughed before stopping right next to Japan. "Yo, Japan! Here to help ya out!"
Japan responded with a nod. "His jaw. That is our focus point."
"Oh, so you want me to punch him?!" The blond rolled up his sleeve.
"I do not think even you can punch hard enough to take it down. Germany was going for a different approach." Japan stated while pointing at a giant boulder.
"Hm? That? But it's-"
"Will you two hurry up?!" Germany cried out from within the dinosaur's mouth. He had managed to pry the jaw open but he could not escape quite yet. The enraged Aryan was covered in dinosaur drool.
"Alright then, we'll do this your way! Hey dino-breath!" America called out obnoxiously while waving his hands to gather the attention of the creature.
The carnotaur remembered this one. He was the first to get away, but he'd make sure he'd be the last for him to savor. The dinosaur stomped his left foot on the ground once, the same with the right, and charged.
America, who had been running towards the boulder, reached the end of the path and waited for the fiend. His heart raced; he still really couldn't believe the situation he was in. Beads of sweat formed on the sides of his forehead, sliding down his red cheeks. All those cheeseburgers were not playing to his favor.
Finally, the carnotaur was just a few steps away. This time, America wasn't going to jump out of the way in the knick of time. Instead he stayed his ground until the prehistoric reptilian opened its mouth. America shut his eyes as he jumped forward into the cavern of the dinosaur at the last minute, causing the creature to run into the boulder Japan had pointed to, and jammed it in between his jaw.
"ALFRED!" England cried out in shock.
Even Japan was stunned by his acquaintance's action. The plan did go according to their desires, but America was supposed to jump out of the way. Why had he chosen to enter the dinosaur?
By now, England had ran over to the Asian, who stood silently next to the creature.
England turned to Japan. "Well?! What do we do?!" The dino, after staying still from the surprise, started to struggle. It dug the claws on it's feet in the dirt, attempting to get unstuck; its roars muffled.
Then, it stopped. Japan and England turned to each other, then back to the carnotaur. Suddenly, a long blade shot out from the creature's neck and sliced down to create a giant gash. Out stepped America and Germany, covered in wine colored dinosaur blood.
Japan checked his sheath; his katana was missing. He looked back to America; though he had been blindly robbed by the American, a small smile appeared on his face.
Several footsteps echoed within the hallways. The Nordic Nations were being herded towards a large lounge filled with red and gold furniture, gold picture frames, and silver weapons hanging on each of the walls. Finland sorrowfully looked out the occasional window in the giant fortress. The sky was a dark hue of red, any and all of the greenery outdoors was now a charred black, and all sense of hope had long been deserted. He didn't want to be here, none of them did, but it was not like they had a choice. The Finn sighed a long sigh; he had stopped walking to continue his gaze. He was shoved forward by one of the henchmen following Prussia.
"Stop stopping Tino." Sweden commanded in a voice much more quiet than his usual hushed tone.
Finland licked his dry lips. "I can't help it. It's so scary outside. I want to go home."
"Go home? You do not like my residence?" A voice, not very different than that of Prussia's, called out. A young looking man with platinum blond hair (styled slightly similarly like Norway and Iceland's), and old fashioned European clothing came walking down the stairs.
Norway stared at the man; he observed his facial features. There was something off-putting about him but the Norwegian could not distinguish what.
The man spotted out the one who had made the comment to leave and casually strode over. The man was taller than Finland but shorter than Denmark; he stared down at the Finn, he shivered in fear. The stranger forcibly grabbed the Finn boy by his soft, round cheeks and pulled him close.
"I am afraid this is your home now. If you are not content," The blond man ran his free hand caressingly through a shaking Finland's hair. "I can always find you something else.. six feet under." He discarded the boy to the floor; he turned to his host body. "Find them rooms on the fourth floor. Two per room, except for the one leftover. Their first mission is tomorrow, I will be visiting them in their rooms to enhance them as I did to you. Prepare them." The intimidating man commanded Prussia, who nodded once. The man walked right back up the stairs. Prussia waited until his commander was out of hearing range before speaking.
"So I imagine Sweden and Finland are definitely sharing a room?" The silverette bore a smirk. The Finn looked up at Sweden, who was helping him up, to see his response; the Swede only glared at Prussia.
"What? Didn't think I knew which team you were playing on, Sve?" He turned to the remaining three Nordics. "So, who's the last pairing?"
Denmark looked over in the direction of the two biological brothers. He smiled happily while striding to their presence. Norway looked displeased but that could have just been his normal facial expression.
"I am not sharing a bedroom with you, Dane."
"Eh? That's cool, I was actually hoping to bunk with Icy anyway."
Norway was taken aback. Denmark didn't want to share a bed with him? He wanted Iceland? The Norwegian narrowed his eyes as he pulled on Iceland's sleeve, the youngest boy was tugged behind his elder brother.
"Iceland is staying with me." The Norwegian stated defensively.
"Huh?" Denmark was actually stunned at how angry Norway had gotten. "Well, why don't we let little Icy choose for himself?" He questioned with a competitive smirk.
The two countries turned to Iceland, whose cheeks had inevitably flushed a light pink.
"Well, bror[3]?" Norway inquired with crossed arms and an unamused expression. Whereas Denmark had a smile spread out from ear to ear.
Norway, after taking off his hat, barrette, belt, and outer sailor top, leaving him with only a white undershirt, fluffed one of his many pillows and laid quietly and bitterly in the giant bed, meant for two, alone.
[1] Pruessen - I think this is how one would pronounce 'Prussia' in Danish? That's what Google told me~!
[2]Turbatio maximus - This is just a made up spell with the words turbatio-confusion, maximus-greatest/largest. So, "greatest confusion!".
[3]Bror - Norwegian for brother? Let's hope so! :D
(A/N: Ah! I love sibling rivalry between the Nordics~! XD So, what do you guys think of the overall story? I know it's kind of 'WTF' at the moment but I really appreciate and love those who have added this story to their Favorites and Follows! Thank you guys so much! It may not be a review but anything that shows that someone is interested in this story is enough for this author~! ^^)