Disclaimer: No somos dueños de Hetalia. Spanish! And that covers the Bad Touch Trio!
A/N: Sorry about the wait! We spent the last two days readapting to a college schedule. He's our chapter, sorry if it's a bit short!
Enjoy, please review!
What are they doing?
The bed was empty when Prussia awoke. For a moment he thought he had dreamed of South's nighttime visit. His worries were erased when a soft voice sang throughout the house in that southern twang he had come to recognize.
"I've been workin' on the railroad
All the live-long day.
I've been workin' on the railroad
Just to pass the time away."
Prussia slipped from the bed to make his way to the kitchen. Cuban sunlight filtered through the window, shining down on South as she stood at the stove with a spatula in one hand. The aroma of breakfast wafted through the kitchen as South continued to sing.
"Can't you hear the whistle blowin'.
Rise up so early in the morn;
Can't you hear the whistle blowin'
'Dinah, blow your horn!'"
Prussia couldn't take it anymore. Silently he crossed the kitchen to wrap his arms around South's waist lovingly.
"You have an awesome singing voice for so early in the morning," Prussia commented, kissing her on the cheek.
"Eep! Prussia, I didn't hear you come in." South glanced back at her boyfriend. "I'm makin' fried eggs for breakfast."
"They smell delicious, mein Teufelhund." Prussia kissed her cheek again and South giggled.
"Of course they do, they're the good southern eggs." Prussia had no idea what she meant by that but he didn't care at the moment. Neither of them noticed Kumajirou waddle into the kitchen and yawn until he spoke.
"Ragnarok."
Prussia could feel a vein pulsing in his forehead. Ever since South had visited his bed last night 'Ragnarok' was all Kumajirou would say.
"Whatever, Kuma."
"Shut up, stupid." Smokey followed Kumajirou into the kitchen and glared at him groggily.
"It's too early for this shit, asshole," Kumajirou groaned.
"Both of you knock it off," South scolded the bears. "Or I'll whup you both into the next week." Smokey grumbled but kept quiet.
Kumajirou yawned again. "Rag-na-rok!" he said pointedly at the ex-nations.
"Just shut up with that already!" Prussia snapped. He pulled his arms from South's waist to glare at the bear.
"Why in tarnation do you keep sayin' that?" South asked curiously.
"I feel like Ragnarok is going to happen," Kumajirou told her.
"I don't even know what Ragnarok is." South turned back to the stove. A moment later the spatula dropped to the floor. Prussia turned around, slightly surprised.
"Teufelhund?" he asked. "South, what's wrong?"
"Prussia!" South gasped out his name then promptly collapsed to the floor, staring at nothing.
"SOUTH!" Prussia dropped to his knees at his girlfriend's side, pulling her into his arms.
"Prussia." South's voice was a whisper.
"Was? What is it, South?" Prussia asked desperately.
"What did I do wrong? Why are they doin' this?"
"What are they doing?" Prussia felt helpless while his girlfriend lay limp in his arms.
"Brother! Brother! NORTH!" South shook madly in Prussia's arms, crying for her older brother.
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Scotland sat in the cockpit of his plane, an unlit cigarette clenched in his jaw. He still couldn't believe they had all agreed to do this. Neither Prussia nor South had any idea what was going to happen, no doubt I would be furious. Scotland couldn't even begin to fathom what it would be like for his nephews. Hopefully the citizens they were able to evacuate would keep the young nations alive.
"This is Cuba," a deep voice warbled through the headphones. "I'm over Tallahassee."
"Japan, I've over Nova Scotia." The Asian nation had steadfastly refused to fly anywhere near Hawaii.
"North Korea, I am over Boston."
"Latvia, I am over Honolulu."
One by one the nations checked in, calling out their locations across America and Canada.
"Scotland," the Celtic nation was the last to enter. He exhaled smoke from his nostrils. "I'm over New York City."
"Begin the attack," Russia ordered from his position over Washington D.C.
Scotland flipped the covers of the red release button. He let his thumb hover over the button that would destroy his nephews, glaring at the ruby color.
"Sorry, laddies." His thumb jammed down on the button. Several bombs whistled through the air as they were dropped from the plane's belly. Scotland winced as he heard their explosion far below.
Nations all across America and Canada ejected the bombs from their planes. Cuba watched guiltily as Tallahassee was destroyed, a city in the country that had always been willing to accept his children. Belgium struggled to hold her tears back. Behind his grim façade Turkey was horrified by what he had just done to the young nation. North Korea eyed the burning Boston, wondering if he had chosen the wrong action. Italy sobbed openly as Spain tried to comfort him. Japan prayed silently that America and Canada would forgive them for their actions.
Tears leaked from Scotland's eyes as his cigarette fell from his mouth. Sobs wracked his chest. Slowly a memory slipped forward. Scotland had attended America's birthday and the young nation had sang a song for him declaring his people's love for their nation.
"If tomorrow all the things were gone,"
Wales stopped crying quietly when he heard his older brother's voice seep through the radio.
"I'd worked for all my life."
Scotland stopped as he choked on sobs. Wales took a deep, shaky breath.
"Ac yr wyf yn gorfod dechrau eto,"
Ireland stopped sniffling.
"Le ach mo theaghlach ag mo thaobh."
Belgium picked up the song from the brothers.
"Ik zou dank mijn geluk sterren."
Both North Korea and his older brother sang at the same time.
"Gisbal I yeojeonhi jayu leul uimi nikka."
Italy hiccupped softly.
"E non possono portarlo via."
Switzerland sang softly, knowing Liechtenstein was ashamed of what he was doing.
"Und ich bin stolz darauf, ein Amerikaner zu sein,"
Japan continued the song smoothly.
"Soshite, watashi wa, shinda hito o wasurete monku o iwanai"
Lithuania sang softly.
"Kuris davė, kad teisę į mane."
Hungary cleared her throat, adding:
"És én boldogan feláll melletted"
Taiwan hiccupped, voice shaking.
"Zài nǐ pángbiān, hànwèi tā jīntiān hái zài."
Russia was silent for a moment before singing in his own language.
"Bog blagoslovit SSHA."
One by one the nations sang the song in their own tongues. Eventually their voices raised together in the last repeat of the chorus.
"And I gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land,
God bless the USA."
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The day was happening like any other, except for lack of a game of Hide and Seek. The nations went about their daily business as usual. China was in the kitchen cooking lunch. America and Canada, having nothing better to do, sat at the table to watch him. Germany watched the brothers warily. Even after the Hide and Seek game they had been troublesome. Norway and Sweden had joined the brothers at the table, reading a book and newspaper.
America felt a trickle of something warm run down his throat. Coughing into his hand, he wiped his chin. China froze, his eyes wide at the sight of blood smeared across the young nation's chin. Canada didn't notice, he was too busy trying to clear his throat of its own tickling sensation.
Sweden glanced up from his newspaper at the sound of violent hacking. The sight of blood caused him to drop his newspaper and rush to America's side.
"What's wrong, Am'rica?" Sweden asked urgently.
"Wha-" The question was cut off as America's eyes widened and he fell silent. Canada stiffened, neither of them making a sound. Searing pain raced through their bodies. America thought he felt his skin blistering. It felt like someone was repeatedly punching him all over his body.
"America, Canada, what's wrong, aru?" China asked worriedly. Germany rose from his seat.
Norway raced to Canada's side as the young nation's chest heaved and his whole body trembled. A searing dagger was stabbed through America's heart and he couldn't hold it in anymore. A bloodcurdling scream erupted from his bloody lips, surprising Sweden. Spots of blood bloomed on his clothes.
"STOP!" America thrashed violently in his chair, wishing for the pain to end. "STOP!"
Canada collapsed forward on the table, his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Blood dripped from his lips and onto the floor. China and Germany watched the scene in horror, unsure of what to do. Sweden caught America and held him tightly to his body, ignoring the blood.
"Am'rica, wh't's wr'ng?" he asked again.
"STOP! PLEASE! STOP! NO!" America choked on his own blood, spasming in pain. "WHY?" Sweden couldn't understand what the young nation was babbling about. Suddenly Canada let out an ear-splitting scream, nearly deafening Norway. He fell from his chair and writhed on the floor. Germany leapt forward to help Norway pin the injured nation down.
"What is going on, aru?" China asked, scared.
"I don't know." Norway attempted to hold the struggling Canada down. Demark walked stiffly into the kitchen, shaking with rage. Norway looked up at his fellow Viking. "Dan, what's wrong?"
"It's America and Canada," Demark said in a strained voice. "They've been completely destroyed."
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The day immediately following the bombing on America and Canada the world's leaders called a world meeting. Russia was slightly surprised to see the American and Canadian leaders. The only nations who didn't attend the meeting where those who had been captured by the Vikings.
"What were you thinking?" the American leader demanded. "Bombing America and Canada! What were you hoping to achieve?" Russia and Denmark had been called to stand before the leaders, as they were the ones in charge of the opposing sides.
Iceland's leader rose from his seat. "I cannot believe you would do something so violent." Several leaders nodded in agreement, Russia's leader stood.
"You cannot expect us to fight this for you, Russia," he said.
Russia cocked his head. "And why would you be doing that?" then nation asked.
"Because," his leader said. "Wars are fought by people."
"Net, this war is fought by nations. There is no need to include our people in this."
"You killed over three hundred million people!" America's leader snapped.
"They were caught in the crossfire." Russia shrugged.
"That still doesn't give you the right to kill that many people!" the Russian leader retorted.
"What were we supposed to do? Denmark, Norway, and Sweden would have set America and Canada on us had we not acted, da?"
The leaders of the world looked to the empty seats of Denmark's, Norway's, and Sweden's leaders.
"Where are your leaders?" America's leader asked.
"We don't need ta be telling ya that." Denmark crossed his arms and glared at the leader.
America's and Canada's leaders exchanged glances, the latter nodding. They turned back to Denmark.
"Return America and Canada to us," the America leader demanded.
"We can take fine care of them," Denmark snapped. "Ya don't need them."
"They are our countries!" The Canadian leader slammed a fist down on the table. "They are our responsibility. If you are going to let them be bombed then you are not fit to care for them."
"We are not going to sit by and watch you destroy each other." Japan's leader stood. "Return the captured country and stop this nonsense."
"Is this nonsense? Did we ask fer ya ta intervene?" Denmark demanded.
"Nein, but you did not need to," Germany's leader said. "We chose to intervene and now we are telling you to stop."
"We will not help you destroy each other," Russia's leader added.
"You have already destroyed two nations. There is no way in hell America and Canada will be able to survive that attack." Scotland raised an eyebrow at the American leader. His eyes fell on England's leader. The leader glanced up and their eyes met, she nodded.
"Denmark is right, da?" Russia said.
"Right about what?" the leader asked his nation.
"Do not intervene. Leave this war to us, da?"
"We have half a mind to lock you all away in an asylum and throw away the key!" America's leader snapped.
"Leave it," England's leader sighed. "If they want to fight this war let them. But they cannot allow there to be any more human casualites."
"We won't fight this war." Russia's leader crossed his arms. "We forbid any human to partake in it."
"We did not ask for help, da? This is a war between nations."
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After the world meeting the nations had dispersed, their leaders leaving the room angrily. The America and Canadian leaders had, for unknown reasons to everyone else, left with Scotland and his brothers. France had stayed behind in the coat room to finish his conversation with Picardy on the phone.
"Oui, I want Seychelles and Monaco ready by this evening," France told the younger nation. "They may be girls but they can fight for themselves." He pulled his coat off its hanger.
"Ouais, ouai," Picardy said in a bored tone. "We will be expecting you soon."
"Bonne, I will see you in a few hours. Salut." France closed the phone, slipping it into his pocket.
"Too ba ya won't be going home." A boisterous voice said.
"Que?" France spun around, dropping his coat and drawing his sword from his hip.
Denmark stood in the doorway of the coat room grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Because we don't want ya ta." Pain erupted in the back of France's head and the European nation fell forward unconscious. Norway stood directly behind him, a short sword raised in his hand.
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Antarctica sulked in the arm chair listening to the slow, even beeps of the heart monitor. The peaks on the machine made him nervous. They were so far apart. Would Molossia survive? The American micro-nation lay unconscious in a bed, needles and tubes connecting him to the various machines. Nearly all of Molossia's body was covered in blood-soaked bandages.
It had probably been the scariest moment of Antarctica's existence . . .
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"Minnesota . . . Mississippi . . . Missouri . . . Montana . . ."
After too much whining on Sealand's part and enough coaxing on Seborga's, the micro-nations had convinced Molossia to sing the fifty states song. It had taken a good thirty minutes but they were now in the living room listening to Molossia's deep voice sing.
Antarctica stood in the doorway with Blizzard. He had enjoyed his time with the micro-nations. After years of only having scientists for company the children were a welcomed change.
"Nebraska . . . Nev-" Molossia stuttered on his own state. "Nev- . . ." He froze, his eyes wide with shock and mouth clamped shut tight. Antarctica frowned and shoved off the wall.
"Molossia?" Wy asked hesitantly.
Molossia opened his mouth to answer but no sound came out. Suddenly a spot of red bloomed on his shirt. Antarctica froze, eyes wide. Was that blood? More blood seeped through the fabrics and Molossia finally snapped. A bloodcurdling scream tore from his lips and the micro-nation collapsed to the floor shaking.
"Jones! Williams!" Antarctica shouted down the hall. "I need help, stat!" He rushed to the writhing Molossia, gently pinning him down to the floor. "Molossia, can you hear me?" Two male scientists, distant cousins, rushed into the room. They balked at the sight of blood.
"What happened?" Jones asked in a shaky voice.
"Molossia?" The micro-nation whimpered in pain, tears mixing with the blood in his hair. Williams knelt down beside Molossia, checking his wounds.
"What's going on?" Sealand peered over the couch with fearful eyes. His question was ignored by the adults in the room.
"We need to get him into surgery," Williams finally said. "His wounds need to be stitched closed before he dies from blood loss." None of them even knew if a nation could die from blood loss.
Antarctica nodded and lifted a shaking Molossia into his arms, not caring if the blood stained his clothes.
"Ladonia," The frozen continent paused before leaving the room. "I want you to find out what happened for Molossia to be hurt like this." Ladonia, for once, didn't complain but nodded in silent agreement.
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Molossia had spent four hours in surgery before his wounds had stopped bleeding. Ladonia had entered the internet and had returned two and a half hours ago with bad news. America and Canada had been bombed by the other nations. It was a miracle that Molossia wasn't dead.
Antarctica took one of Molossia's limp hands in his own, massaging it gently. He was just a child, this should not have happened to him. What if he didn't survive? That would stay on Antarctica's conscience for the rest of his existence.
Blizzard waddled up beside his master and squawked quietly. A tear trailed down Antarctica's cheek. World War Three was hell.
NORTH!
A/N: Geez, not much to talk about down here.
Ragnarok is from the Norse legends. It's the end of the world.
Here are the lyrics the nations sang, so you don't have to go looking for them:
If tomorrow all the things were gone,
I'd worked for all my life.
And I had to start again,
with just my children and my wife.
I'd thank my lucky stars,
to be livin here today.
' Cause the flag still stands for freedom,
and they can't take that away.
And I'm proud to be an American,
where at least I know I'm free.
And I wont forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.
And I gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
' Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land,
God bless the USA.