Disclaimer: Emme omista Hetalia. Finnish! Because Finland is cute!
A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry about the wait but life happened and Castor had to work! She works again today so we won't be able to roleplay until tomorrow. We promise to get you a chapter soon!
Alright, from here on out characters are going to appear OOC! That's because war changes you.
We don't mean to offend anyone!
Enjoy! And please review!
About what?
When no one answered the doorbell, Australia pounded furiously on the door. His patience had worn thin with these particular nations. Many nations would have run hiding from an angry Australia. He was a nation who wrestled with crocodiles for the fun of it.
The door opened to a fiery haired man smoking a cigarette. Scotland looked Australia up and down before he took the cigarette out of his mouth to talk.
"Aye? What do ye want?" the Celtic nation demanded in a bored tone.
"G'day, mate," Australia said seriously. "I need to talk to you." Scotland took a puff of his cigarette.
"About what?"
"Your brother, England," Australia explained. Scotland gave Australia a look of pure hatred.
"That goon? What about him?" He flicked the cigarette out the door.
Haven't you heard, Scotland?"
Scotland sighed. "Heard what? Ireland, North, Wales, ye heard anything?"
"Heard about what?" Northern Ireland called from living room.
"Dim!" Wales shouted from bedroom.
"Uimh!" Ireland yelled from the kitchen. Australia groaned at the negative answers.
"England's been kidnapped," the Oceanic nation said. Scotland surprised him by shrugging nonchalantly.
"So?" Scotland asked.
"Crikey!" Australia exclaimed. "He's your brother!"
"Look here, 'mate'," Scotland poked him in the chest. "That goon has been nothing but trouble from the moment he became a nation! He's over-controlling. Personally, A couldn't give less of a shit about him." Ireland, Northern Ireland, and Wales appeared behind their older brother. Australia gaped at Scotland for a moment before he lost it.
"You lost your brothers, I get it. But don't you ever think?" Australia demanded.
"About what?" Scotland snapped.
"Maybe East Anglia, Mercia, Northumbria, and Wessex knew what they were doing," Australia tried to explain. Scotland winced at every name of his deceased brothers. "Maybe they knew the Danes would conquer all of you if they didn't sacrifice themselves. I get it, you were mad. But, mate, it's been eleven centuries!"
Scotland shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, sniffing and looking away. His younger brothers shared uneasy glances.
"That doesn't matter," Scotland finally said. "Iggy's been nothing but trouble fer us."
"Since when?" Australia demanded. "Since he decided he wanted to try and make his brothers proud? He made an empire to try and get your attention, mate!" Scotland glanced back at his brothers. They seemed to converse silently before he turned back to Australia.
"Alright, what happened ta our baby brother?"
Australia took a deep breath. "England's been kidnapped by Sweden, Denmark, and Norway."
"Huh, well that explains it."
"Explains what?" Australia asked, confused.
"A've started speaking Danish, even though it's not ma language. It's happening ta Ireland, North, and Wales too."
"It all started with England," Wales added. "It must have spread to us, since we're the United Kingdom."
Australia paused for a moment then spoke. "They're calling a world meeting with who's left. Maybe we can figure this out."
"Maybe," Scotland agreed. "Where is it?"
"In Russia, he's the safest country right now."
"We'll be there," Scotland assured him.
"Sober," Ireland added, glaring at Scotland.
"Fine!" Scotland threw his hands up in defeat. "A'll stay sober!"
"I need to stay with you to keep an eye on you," Australia said. We don't need any more nations disappearing." Scotland's eye twitched in annoyance. He already had to deal with his three annoying brothers, let alone a nephew.
"Ye fend fer yerself fer food here," he said through gritted teeth. "Otherwise yer welcome ta stay."
"That's fine by me. Any roo's to catch?" Australia asked with a grin.
"Any what? Naw! A don't have kangaroos here! Plenty of sheep, though."
"Too many sheep," Ireland said.
"Too much rain," Wales added, though he knew he was being a hypocrite.
"Too many brothers," Northern Ireland grumbled.
"That's fine," Australia said. "I can find my own food."
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Switzerland was one of the first nations to arrive at the world meeting. His sad eyes wandered over the few countries who were present. Belgium and Spain had taken a plane with him to Russia, trying to comfort him the whole way. Switzerland's hands clenched around the purple ribbon in his pocket as his thoughts floated back to Liechtenstein.
He missed how she had cut her hair short to look like him. How she followed him everywhere like a little duckling. The way she said 'big brother' to him. The picnics they'd had together. Switzerland wished he could have it all back, that World War Three had never happened and the Vikings hadn't returned.
"Switzerland?" The familiar voice made Switzerland spin around in surprise. No, it couldn't be! Austria and Liechtenstein stood in the doorway of the meeting room. Austria had managed to find them suitable clothes and their injuries had been cared for.
Several emotions welled up in Switzerland all at once and he rushed to his little sister, drawing her into a hug sobbing.
"Y-You're alive," Switzerland finally choked out. "B-But how?" His gaze shifted to Austria.
"I managed to protect Liechtenstein from the fire," Austria explained. "The Vikings left through the back entrance while we went out the front entrance. They didn't see us leave. We were on the run until we reached Italy."
"Mr. Austria fought the Vikings!" Liechtenstein said exactly.
"Did you get another arrow in your ass?" Switzerland's lips twitched in a small smile.
Big brother!" Liechtenstein was pulled into another hug by her brother.
"What? No!" Austria crossed his arms and huffed. He couldn't believe that was all Switzerland could think to say after he'd rescued Liechtenstein.
"Really?" Switzerland asked, surprised. "You actually fought the Vikings off?"
Austria flushed in embarrassment. "Ja, I needed to protect Italy and Liechtenstein. I knew I had to bring Liechtenstein back to you safe and alive."
"Danke! Danke, Austria!" Switzerland surprised his old friend by dragging him into a hug. "Danke for protecting my little sister!" Switzerland broke down crying again. He had his little sister again, alive and well. And it was all thanks to his old friend.
"I-I, um, well . . ." Austria stammered as he awkwardly hugged Switzerland back.
None of them noticed the arrival of the United Kingdom as Switzerland gave Liechtenstein her purple ribbon back and hugged them both again. Scotland surveyed the room before leading his brothers to a corner, Australia and New Zealand close behind.
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Prussia had finally escaped Russia's careful watch for some free time. His wanderings of the building had led him to the bottom of the main stairwell where he people-watched the other nations. Cuba stormed past him, dragging Mexico by her wrist and muttering to himself.
""Chicas locas, van a ser la muerte de mí todavía. No puedo aguantar más de dos. (Crazy girls, they'll be the death of me yet. I can't take anymore of you two.)" The Hispanic nations disappeared into the meeting room. Prussia blinked after them, cocking his head.
"What's wrong with them?" Gilbrid cheeped from his head.
South was at the top of the stairs when she froze. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of the yellow bird nestled in the silver hair. Smokey stepped up beside her. He followed her gaze to the bird.
"Uh-oh," was all he managed to get out.
South tore down to the stairs, leaping off the fourth step and landing on Prussia's back. The ex-nation stumbled forward as South slammed her hands on his head.
"GOTT VERDAMMT!" Prussia's head whipped around so fast he was surprised he didn't break his neck. "What the hell wa-" his voice petered away. A girl's face was not an inch away from his. The girl stared at him, blinking slowly, her hands still on his head.
"Howdy, Blondie," the girl said. Prussia's mouth went dry and his brain shut down for a split second before it started back up.
"Blondie? I'm the awesome Prussia! Not some 'Blondie'!" He recognized the girl from somewhere, but he couldn't remember where.
"That's nice, honey." The girl lifted her hands, examining the hair beneath it. "Dang nabbit!" Where had he heard that accent before?
"Why did you hit me?" Prussia rubbed his sore head. It was right there, on the tip of his tongue. He knew the girl's name.
"I was tryin' to catch the darn bird," the girl explained in a southern twang. "It got away."
"Mmph?" A small black bear looked from Prussia's feet, yellow feathers floating down from his mouth. Prussia's eyes widened with realization and he forgot about the girl for a moment.
"Hey! Spit Gilbird out now! He's not food!" Prussia grabbed the bear by the scruff, shaking him. "Spit him out, you un-awesome bear!"
"Mmph! Grr!" The black bear swiped at Prussia with sharp claws. The girl on his back watched it with wide eyes.
"It ate the bird?" she asked curiously.
"Ja! Make him spit it out," Prussia demanded. What he was not expecting was a shriek in his ear loud enough to deafen him. "GAH!"
"Let it go, let it go! You dratted bear!" The girl leapt off Prussia, knocking him to the floor and grabbed the black bear.
"Gah!" Prussia hit the floor face first. "Gott verdammt!" What was with this girl and jumping around?
Kumajirou wandered out of an abandoned room to investigate the commotion.
"Who're you?" he asked, cocking his head. South glanced up from the ground where she was trying to pry the black bear's jaws open.
"I'm South."
Memories flashed before Prussia's eyes. America and his girly soldier in the Belleau Wood with the marines. A gun hitting him in the head when the girly soldier ran out of ammo. Her southern twang and America calling her "South". And her biting. The way he and West had referred to the girl as Teufelhund from that point on. They had asked America about the girl but he had just laughed them off, saying she was no one. That girl had impressed Prussia, and that was a hard thing to do.
He had found her. His fierce little Teufelhund.
The black bear brought Prussia back to the present when he spat out a slobbery, and somehow still alive, Gilbird. Prussia swept up the chirping bird and returned it to the safety of his hair.
"You!" the bear wriggled out of South's arms. "I'll rip you to pieces." He charged Kumajirou.
"Not if I rip you apart first!" Kumajirou growled and leapt forward.
South shrieked again, though this time, thankfully, not in Prussia's ear. "Smokey! Stop them!"
"Was?" Prussia blinked, still lost in his memories. He watched as Smokey sank his teeth into Kumajirou's foreleg and as the polar bear clamped his powerful jaws on the black bear's scruff.
"Stop them, stop them, STOP THEM!" South shrieked at Prussia. The ex-nation leapt into action.
"Hey! Stop that! That's un-awesome!" He grabbed both bears by the scruffs, pulling them apart. South leapt forward and seized Smokey from his grasp.
"Let him go, you varmint!" Smokey finally released Kumajirou's leg.
"Kuma!" Prussia scolded the bear. "What would Canada say if he saw you like this?"
Tears welled in Kumajirou's eyes. "I want Canada!" The polar bear had been crying for his owner ever since he'd discovered Canada had been kidnapped.
"Great, now he's crying," Prussia sighed. He turned his attention back to South. The girl held Smokey tightly in her arms.
"Canada? I think I've heard that from somewhere." Her gaze fell on Smokey. "Who are you?" The way she said the question brought back one familiar memory that made Prussia smile.
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Prussia rubbed his sore head, hearing the soldier's voice echo through the forest.
"Wait, what? Where'd my gun go?"
". . . Seriously?" Prussia heard America demand. "You have to do this now?"
"Do what? Where's my stupid gun?"
"You threw it at Prussia." Germany clouted his older brother over the head for his idiocy.
"What? Why would I do something like that? Hey, Prussia!" the voice shouted at him. Prussia peeked around their tree.
"What?"
"Throw me back my gun!"
"Nein!"
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"Ja!" Prussia snapped his fingers. "I'm right!"
"What do you mean you're right?" South looked up from Smokey.
"You are the Teaufelhund from before!" Prussia explained. "You threw your gun at me and bit West!"
"Um, when was that?" South asked, confused.
"World War Two, in the Belleau Wood, you and America ran out of ammo so you started biting us. It was un-awesome." Prussia remembered falling down the hill and having America bite him. The young nation had been nearly impossible to throw off, and his teeth were sharp.
"Oh, I think I remember now." South put Smokey down who turned to Prussia.
"Run for it, jackass," the bear recommended.
Prussia blinked at him, confused. "Was?"
"Rotten varmint!" South leapt forward and sank her teeth into Prussia's arm.
"GOTT VERDAMMT!" This girl had teeth as sharp as America's. Prussia grabbed South's pigtails and tried to yank her off his arm to no avail. "Let me go! Let me go! Hungary! Help me! Teufelhund!"
"Was?" Hungary poked her head out of the meeting room. She had seen Austria alive and . . . as well as could be, and had broken down in tears, hugging him. "A Devil dog?"
"Ja! Help me!" Prussia motioned to the snarling South.
"Ah! Let him go, you animal!" Hungary leapt forward and managed to pull South off Prussia. The southern nation struggled in Hungary's arms.
"Let me go! I need to get at the rotten varmint! He's tryin' to hurt me and big brother!"
"Nein! That war is over! This is World War Three we're talking about." Prussia rubbed his sore, but thankfully not bleeding, arm.
Kumajirou looked at Smokey, his eyes still teary form crying. "Make her stop. You always calm her down." Smokey nodded then turned to South.
"Confederate States of America!" he bellowed.
South froze and turned. "Yeah, who's askin'?" Smokey scowled at her.
"It's me, Smokey," he explained. "It's not World War Two anymore."
"Oh . . ." South looked around awkwardly. Something in Hungary's gut told her she shouldn't be around for what came next. Silently she slipped back into the meeting room to return to Austria. "Where's big brother?"
Prussia fidgeted. If she was the Confederate States of America, then the United States of America must have been her older brother.
"Um . . . he's been, um," Prussia coughed. "Kidnapped."
"North . . . was kidnapped?" South was silent for a split second before she started wailing, causing Prussia to jump in surprise. "North, come back! I promise I'll do better!"
"Was? Teufelhund, what's wrong?"
South spoke between hiccups. "I . . . want . . . my . . . big . . . brother!" Prussia blinked, somewhat unsure of what to do. Finally he pulled her into an awkward hug, patting her back as reassuringly as he could.
"You're not alone, West was kidnapped too."
"West? You're East, right?" South sniffled.
"Nein! I'm the awesome Prussia!" Prussia grinned down at her.
"The . . . awesome Prussia?"
"Ja! And you are the little Teufelhund, ja?"
"I'm South. I don't really know what a tef- teif- tif, is." Prussia laughed at South's attempts of pronunciation.
"Teufelhund, it means 'Devil dog' in German," he explained. "It's what we called you marines when you started biting us in the Belleau Wood."
"Really?" South asked, astonished. "We just called you Germans. Course, I'm pretty sure I was callin' you 'vamrints'."
"Ja, I know. But you can now call me Awesome . . . or Prussia. Whichever you want." Prussia's stomach flipped when South glanced up at him.
"Prussia," the female nation snuggled into his chest, causing Prussia to blush. "Will you stay with me until I get big brother back?"
"J-Ja, of course." Prussia hugged her back. Gott, why was he feeling so weird?
"Prussia?" South looked up into his face.
"Ja?" Prussia looked down into her blue eyes.
"I think I like you." South stood on her tiptoes and gave Prussia a quick kiss on the lips. She proceeded to dash into the meeting room with Smokey right behind her. Prussia stared after her, the feel of her soft lips lingering. Did that really just happen? Kumajirou sat at his feet and looked up at him.
"I'm hungry."
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What was left of the world sat around the oval table. There were gaps between countries where Hong Kong, China, America, Canada, Luxemburg, Netherlands, England, Romano, Germany, and the Nordics should have sat.
Italy sat beside an empty chair, moping for the loss of his brother. Hungary and Austria had found him before the meeting started and had consoled him. They now sat with him, Hungary holding Italy's hand and speaking soothing words to him.
Prussia would have been sitting alone, he refused to sit with the Slavic Union and Germany was gone, if it wasn't for a certain other ex-nation. South sat beside him, Smokey in her lap growling at everyone. Austria, whom Prussia had been ecstatic to see alive, had noticed before the meeting had started that Prussia seemed a little shell-shocked, holding Kumajirou in his lap.
The meeting room doors swung open and Russia entered the room, walking to stand at the head of the table.
"Privet," he said. "Thank you all for coming.
"What's left of us," Scotland commented loudly, puffing at a cigarette. His brothers sat, bored, beside him. Ireland was glaring at Scotland. Though the nation had remained sober, he had started smoking the moment he'd woken up.
"Not like we had a choice," Australia added, stroking his koala.
"Da," Russia agreed. "But this meeting is very important."
"Oui, we are here to talk about rescuing Angleterre and Canada," France said.
"Not just them, ez-ad!" North Korea glared at the European nation.
"Yeah, we're going to rescue Aniki and Hong Kong too, da-ze!" Korea waved, almost hitting his younger brother in the face. North Korea smacked him upside the head, earning himself a pouting older brother.
"And West!" Prussia snapped out of his daze.
"I want my big brother!" Many nations gave South strange looks, wondering who she was.
"Shouldn't we try to rescue all of them?" Ukraine looked up at her big brother with tears in her eyes.
Russia sighed, massaging his temples. "I have important news to tell you, da?"
"What's that?" Ireland looked up from his hands. Scotland dropped his cigarette in the ash tray set out by Agent Orlov for him.
"Do any of you know the truth about America and Canada?" Russia asked.
"What about North?" South looked up from scratching Smokey. The black bear was having a glaring contest with Kumajirou.
"What's so important about those hijos de puta?" Mexico leaned back in her chair. South glared at her, remembering her hatred for the Hispanic nation.
"Cuba should know what I am talking about, da?"
"What are you talking about?" Said nation glared form his seat.
"You attacked America at the last world meeting and he defended himself until Denmark saved him, da?"
Scotland smirked proudly form his seat. "That's ma good nephew!"
"Sí." Cuba glared at the Celtic nation.
"Denmark stopped you because America and Canada were first found by Vikings," Russia explained. "They are originally Denmark's, Norway's, and Sweden's sons."
"What does that have to do with anything, amigo?" Spain asked. He had destroyed all his tomato plants in a furious rage when he'd heard his Romano had been kidnapped. Switzerland and Belgium had been unable to stop him.
"The Vikings brought Berserkers with them to the New World, warriors who could fight for days on end." France perked up. "America and Canada inherited it and when they become extremely angry they will go berserk."
"That is true." France nodded. "I saw mon fils and Amerique fighting after a hockey game."
"I've never seen North go berserk before. He's usually pretty calm." South looked at the nations around her.
"Did he ever go berserk on you during the Civil War?" Russia asked.
South flushed, looking ready to cry, and hid her face in Smokey's fur. Prussia pulled her into a hug, murmuring comforting words.
"I-" South gulped. "I don't really remember the Civil War."
Prussia blinked then smiled down at her. "You shouldn't have to." The war must have been terrible for her.
"Russia-san," Japan raised a hand. "I believe I have seen America-san go . . . berserk." He could still remember the day when America attacked him for bombing Pearl Harbor. Japan had never seen his enemy so furious before, it had terrified him.
"Da, I am sure you have, Japan. Normally America and Canada would be unstoppable and uncontrollable. But if the Vikings can discover how to control them, then they will set America and Canada on us and we will not be able to stop them."
"What should we do, amigo?" Spain asked.
"I believe that we should rescue America and Canada, discover how to control them, and then release them on the Vikings. I have put Romania in charge of learning how to control them." Beside Bulgaria, Romania looked beyond pissed at the idea.
"You want to control my big brother?" South shrieked, causing Prussia to jump away from her rubbing his ears.
Russia blinked then smiled at her. "Da!" Belarus tensed beside her older brother. She could tell what was going to happen next and it would not end well.
South's eyes darkened. "I won't let you."
"You are going to stop me?" Russia cocked his head. What could the little girl do to him?
South howled in rage and slammed her fists on the table. Nations shouted in surprise as a crack ran through the hard wood. Prussia gaped at his fellow ex-nation. Was South just as strong as America?
"I'll be dead before you use North!" South leapt onto the table.
"You no longer exist," Russia hissed, drawing his pipe. "You were never even a nation, da?"
"Hey!" Prussia shouted resentfully. "That's un-awesome!"
South was a silent for a split moment. Then, she released a bellow of rage and tore down the table at the Slavic nation.
"You will die!"
"Net!" Russia raised his pipe, ready to strike.
"Nein! Teufelhund!"
"Like, stop them!" Scotland missed as he grabbed for South's ankles and Turkey was smacked in the face when he seized the young nation around the waist.
South took hold of Russia's pipe and swung the nation through the air, effortlessly throwing him across the room. Russia skidded across the ground. Massaging his back, the Slavic nation stood back up.
"Proklyatiye!"
"Mon petite fleur!" France extended a warm hand to South. "You must stop before he hurts you!"
South shoved France aside. Picardy caught his mentor as the European nation fell. They watched in awe as South leapt of the table, charging for Russia again.
"Teufelhund! South!"
South ignored Prussia's shouts and raised the pipe.
Smokey looked up at Prussia with wide eyes. "Get up and do something, jackass!"
Russia prepared for the impact of the pipe, glaring at South.
"Lazy ass bear!" Prussia dashed forward and leapt at South, pinning her to the floor.
"Gah! Let me go! I'm goin' to kill him!" South struggled again her captor.
"Beruhigen, (calm) South. It's me, the awesome Prussia." Prussia stroked her hair soothingly.
"I want to kill him! They want to use North! They're goin' to hurt big brother!" South struggled weakly.
"Nein, I won't let them," Prussia assured her.
Cuba watched South for a moment before turning to Russia. "I think it would be best if she stayed out of the meeting."
Russia glared at the struggling nation. "Da, I agree. Prussia, take her out."
"Was? Why do I have to leave?"
"Because I told you to, da?"
Prussia huffed angrily. "Fine." He scooped South into his arms and stormed out of the meeting room.
Smokey hopped down from the chair and quickly followed, turning to look back at Kumajirou. "Are you coming, you northern bastard?"
"I've got the moose ready, you southern lazy ass." Kumajirou followed the black bear out of the meeting room.
"Bear trap." The doors swung shut behind them.
"Russia-san, why are we only rescuing America and Canada if we could also rescue China-san and Hong Kong-kun?" Japan asked.
"What about Germany?" Switzerland raised a hand.
"And my brothers?" Belgium looked up from her seat.
"And our brother?" Scotland stood up again.
"Ve, what about mio fratello?" Hungary wrapped an arm around Italy.
Turkey glared at Russia. "What about Icey?"
"And Finland?" Estonia looked up from examining his hands.
"There is one alternative plan I have if we will not rescue America and Canada to use as weapons." Russia glared at the gathered nations.
"You will not use mon fils as a weapon!" France called.
"What's your other plan?" Australia asked.
"We bomb them."
Your brother, England.
A/N: We're going to go hide now.
Scotland was once known as "Alba" and "Pictland" before that. It is the only Celtic nation we believe (since it's so hard to tell when we have little historical evidence) to have existed at the same time as East Anglia, Mercia, Northumbria, and Wessex. These four nations came together under one king to fight the invading Danes. They became known as the country England, or Angel Land, whichever you prefer.
Celtic refers to anything Scottish, Irish, Welsh, or British.
Alright, so there's a lot of controversy between whether China is four thousand or five thousand years old. This is because four thousand years ago the Dragon Emperor came to power and had all evidence of the last one thousand years of China destroyed. He wanted to form a new empire and forbid his subjects from following the past.
Did you know that ninjas were actually samurai in disguise? They wore the masks to hide their faces, hoping they wouldn't dishonor themselves or their families because they were killing another samurai behind their back. The Japanese were, and still are today, about honor.
Women could become samurai too! They would marry male samurai, though, and they would both sleep with swords, fearing the other would kill them.
Amerigo Vespuci was actually the first explorer to land on America. That's why our name is what is it is.
In Sparta, Greece either you came home victorious or you came home dead. The women didn't want their warriors back if they lost.
During the Revolutionary War there was a naval captain by the name of John Paul Jones. He is famous for a sea battle in which the British were obviously going to win. A fellow sailor recommended they surrender to the British. John Paul Jones said "Surrender? But I have not yet begun to fight!" He then proceeded to fire his gun at the sailor. When it didn't fire he threw the gun at the man, breaking his nose.
Guess what! Prussia's new name is "I"! Because the computer decided to be stupid and replaced his name with the ninth letter of the English alphabet. We didn't realize how much Prussia appeared in this chapter until that happened. NEVER. AGAIN!