The Hetalia Global Warming Crisis; Get Out Alive
15—The Skill (Telepathy)
~~America~~
Alfred blinked his eyes open. His vision was blurry, and it took some time for him to realize that his glasses had either fallen off or been taken from him. He stiffened his muscles to move, trying to lift his head, but ended up coughing out blood. Groaning, he gritted his teeth, pain shooting through his body.
"America… Are you alright?" rasped England. "Not that I care or anything," he added quickly, although he knew it was a half-hearted lie.
Chains rattled as the Brit stirred. He sat up and eyed America. The usually strong, upbeat nation was still pinned to the wall, his head bowed and hair plastered to his head, except for that stubborn Nantucket Arthur would have laughed at in any other situation. Alfred's chest was laced with ten deep gashes, all bleeding severely, the blood soaking into his trousers and dripping from his bare feet onto the ground. Panic fluttered in Arthur's heart; if the wounds didn't heal, America would die of blood loss. He dragged his own battered body over to where Alfred was shackled. The taller man's blue eyes stared blindly at the struggling Englishman.
"Save your strength," muttered Alfred, tensing his muscles. "Leave everything to me; I'll find a way to get us out."
"Not in that condition, you bloody…" Arthur winced at what he said and shut his mouth. He reached out and gently put a hand on Alfred's side. The younger country cried out in pain.
"See?"
"Just give me time to heal," Alfred growled between clenched teeth. "All nations can heal themselves, with or without magic powers."
"These wounds are too deep," protested Arthur flatly. "You might…"
"But if you try to heal me with your power, you'll kill yourself!" the American argued.
Ignoring his protests, Arthur willed his energy to flow into Alfred's broken body. For a moment, he glowed with green fire, causing America to trail off into silence and admire the power.
Instantly, the American's deep wounds started to close. He closed his eyes and sighed in satisfaction. Arthur pulled away and Alfred cracked an eye open and peered at the Brit.
"Hey, you okay?" murmured Alfred. "Your wounds…"
"My back healed a while ago, while you were unconscious," Arthur replied, leaning against the wall beside America and panting. He let his hand fall to the ground, only to hear a faint splash. Arthur looked down and realized with a sick feeling that he was lying in a pool of America's blood.
"Unconscious…?"
"You don't remember?" the Brit sighed. "After ten hits your body went limp. I saw it all and I thought you were dead."
His voice was shaking with fear for the man he considered his little brother. Arthur cursed himself for how pathetic he sounded. America was independent! He didn't care! Did he…?
"Heroes don't die," America scoffed, attempting a laugh but ending up with a cracked squeak.
Arthur snorted in bitter amusement and leaned back, closing his eyes.
"Hmph," he muttered, "idiot."
Footsteps echoed through the room and the red-eyed woman stepped into the light. Behind her, hidden in the shadows, were Australia and the blue-black-eyed man.
"So you countries can heal yourselves," the woman said in delight. "Then that means I get to inflict more pain on you!"
Both England and America flinched.
She walked over to Alfred and looked up at him intensely. He stared back, determined not to show any fear.
"Think you're so great, don't you, America?" sneered his enemy. She leaned closer and licked up the blood on his chest, smiling at the discomfort on Alfred's face. From where he was sitting, England saw what she was doing and growled.
"Mm… the blood of a superhuman tastes wonderful," she purred, pulling away and baring her sharp teeth in a grin. "I can't wait to preform experiments on you."
As she was walking away, America felt a surge of power enter his body. He glanced quickly at England, but the older country's attention was focused on glaring at the woman.
America? America! A worried but familiar voice called in his mind. Testing, testing. Can you hear me?
CANADA!America cried with bewilderment in his mind.
America! The younger country sounded as if he were about to faint with relief.
How the hell did you get into my head!
Telepathy. Apparently the Italy brothers could do it, so I thought we could too. Cool, eh?
Tele—what? Alfred sounded genuinely confused.
Never mind, idiot, his brother replied in annoyance, sounding like England. I'm going to send you some of my power. Use it wisely.
Another rush of energy flowed into America and he drew in a sharp breath. England's attention snapped back to Alfred.
Dude, this is just your power? Alfred asked in disbelief as energy flowed into his body like a river. What Canada was sending him was not only mental energy, but also physical strength.
Yep, Canada replied a bit smugly. Why? Can't you handle it?
Of course I can, America retorted defensively.
Well?
It's just… you're strong, Alfred admitted reluctantly, flexing his muscles. He felt them ripple powerfully under his skin and he grinned.
That's what I want to hear, crowed the younger nation in satisfaction.
Matthew sent a final burst of enormous power and at the same moment Alfred strained against the bonds, breaking them effortlessly and standing strong and defiant against the three enemies. The woman whipped around. Behind her, the blue-black-eyed man's jaw dropped.
America glanced at England, whose emerald eyes were wide in bewilderment. Recovering from the shock, he started to snap orders at the younger country.
"Well don't just stand there, git!" he snarled. "Get us out of here!"
Alfred grinned and ripped the chains to pieces as effortlessly as ripping paper.
"Stop him!" screeched the woman in rage.
Australia leapt without hesitation, mechanically bringing his arm around to deal a fatal blow. America blocked the attack with one arm and swept the other nation off his feet with a powerful roundhouse kick. Australia's eyes widened in shock as he flew into the shadows and crashed into a hidden wall.
The blue-black-eyed man followed up Australia's attack with a swift spear-hand thrust aimed for America's heart. England spat something unintelligible and the man's hand stopped in mid-air, his fingertips brushing the American's bare chest.
Hurry, America! Canada snapped softly in his mind. I can't keep the connection up. Get out of there right now!
Alfred recoiled in panic and confusion then spotted the set of keys hanging from the frozen man's belt. Striking like a snake, he snatched the keys and scooped up Arthur. Combining his strength with Canada's freshly supplied power, Alfred grabbed the man's wrist and threw him aside, darting forward and knocking aside the furious woman.
Blue eyes met red eyes and for a moment time stopped. America's fear and the woman's rage crackled like electricity in the air. They studied each other for a heartbeat, then the link snapped and time sped up. For England's life as well as his own, Alfred fled into the shadows. An unearthly howl filled the halls behind him and he stumbled in terror and panic.
"No one escapes a hungry red wolf!" the crazed scientist cried. "I will find you and kill you all! I shall have my revenge!"
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
There you have it, they escaped.
...for now.
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