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Ayumi Kudou: I like that group name. There are so many trios/groups out there in the Hetalia World.

I'll clear some information up in this chapter or so I hope. I realized that I didn't clear up some stuff last chapter so this chapter should do it. What I think is strange is that I already have the ending for the story even though I skipped a lot of info in-between. Oh, and tell me if something doesn't make sense and I will (saying that I remember) to clear it up if possible.


It was three days after the departure on the Monegasque's ships which were on their way to Egypt. Questions were asked and confusion soon turned into understanding with the telepathic animals and humans, particularly Viet and Lukas.

They had asked why Haru said that that was how the war started when they seemed to have been at the climax of the beginning of the war. He answered saying that was in the beginning and just sounded like it made more sense at the time. Hydra added that they forgot the names of their previous masters over time due to the curse and old age. Michelle didn't seem to be convinced but accepted the answer.

Darkness and little dots of twinkling light covered the sky. The moon was almost full as it floated in the night sky and faintly glowing a silver-ish light. Lukas sat against the foremast and looked at the stars above him but was deep in thought of how his family was. He had gotten word that none of the representatives of the nations were killed beside himself who many thought had died in the ocean when the phoenix had swept him into the sea. It relieved him but it worried him when he thought of his little brother who might be worried for him.

"Can't sleep?" The feminine voice startled him and he looked back to see Viet standing behind the pole he sat against, her arms loosely hanging at her sides. She sat on the opposite side of the foremast and pulled her knees to her chest then wrapped her arms around her legs.

"No… What about you?"

"I guess I'm just anxious to get home and see everyone again and then take a small break to go back to Vietnam and search for the orb. All we learned this past week is just buzzing through my mind so quickly that I'm still trying to comprehend what we've just seen and experienced."

"It seems that I'm in a similar situation. I've been thinking about my little brother and then that idiot of a Dane and my other two friends." Viet chuckled softly at his insult of who seems to be his friend that seems annoying.

"Tell me how you came to be who you are Lukas, if you don't mind me calling you by just your name so informally."

"Then I guess that means I'll be calling you Viet," Lukas monotonously said.

"That's fine by me." There was a minute of silence as they thought about their stories of how they started their military lives. Lukas cleared his throat and began.

"I was probably seven when I lost my father in the war. I was at home with my mom and my little brother when it happened. Afterwards, there was a raid and my mom got killed. She was out shopping and I was at home looking after my lillebror. I remember hearing the sirens blaring and we were hiding in the bomb shelter in my backyard. It was dark and the screams of people dying filled the night air. I was hugging my lillebror close to me and he was crying for some time. We sat in the corner, hoping for out mom to come back but she never came. After the raid, a Norsk soldier found us and took us to the orphanage. It wasn't until later that my lillebror and I had to split up to different foster families."

"Don't use a lot of Norwegian. It confuses me. What was your little brother's name?" Viet asked, cutting off Lukas.

"His name was Emil. Sorry about that. Anyway, I was able to see him once a year and contact him whenever I wanted as I grew up. The foster family I was given had a military background so as I grew, I learned to fight, to take orders, to give orders and tactics on fighting a battle. Emil learned this as well since he also lived in a military family in Iceland. Long story short, we both lived separately after our parents died and were raised to be soldiers."

"You're lucky…" Viet said enviously.

"What?" Lukas was confused and wondered what Viet meant. She lowered her head towards her knees and closed her eyes slightly.

"I guess that means that it's my turn to tell my story. When I was about five Europeans massacred my village with probably only me and two other people surviving the raid. I saw my parents die right in front of my eyes. My father was shot in the head and I saw my mother burn to death. When I was at the brink of death, I was saved by a man who became my older brother as I grew up. For some reason, I dreamt about this and it was the night when I finally woke up from our fall off the cliff. Back to topic; now he is the representative of China, Wang Yao. He taught me many different martial arts and tactics. As I grew he adapted more siblings making one big family. I still lived in Vietnam by myself but I found myself either visiting Yao or being visited by him and my younger siblings. They were lost and lonely children when their parents were gone but Yao and I raised them to be cheerful and sharp at the same time. I took the responsibility of taking caring them if Yao was out which was often but not often enough to make me tired out completely."

"It sounds that you had a busy life besides military and political work."

"Definitely and honestly, it was harder to take care of them than to discuss about politics or plan for the upcoming battle." Viet shifted into a more comfortable position but then decided to actually sit next to Lukas who gave her a confused, emotionless look but shrugged and continued staring at the sky. "Have you gotten closer to your brother?" Viet asked changing topics.

"A bit, but there are some things that I miss about him. When we were younger he used to call me 'Big Brother' but nowadays he refuses to call me that. Do you see anything wrong with him calling me 'Big Brother'?"

"Not at all. My younger siblings call me big sister in their native language all the time. For us Asians, it is respectful to call your older siblings with a name that means older sister or brother," Viet explained.

"Now I think I will call you lucky… Emil was cute when he used to say it." Viet gave a small smile but hid it from Lukas' sight. Suddenly a thought came up and her curiosity started to stir.

"I was curious Lukas; I noticed that curl that sticks out from your head. What is it?" Viet asked innocently, thinking that it looked quite similar to the strange strands of hair that stood out of her Taiwanese sister, Mei's, and her two Korean brothers, Hyung Soo's and Yong Soo's, head. "I didn't notice it until a few days ago."

Lukas slightly blushed and turned his head away from Viet. She sat at the opposite end of where his floating curl was on his head luckily. "It's nothing important. Just don't touch it, okay." Lukas made it sound like more of a command than a request but Viet didn't mind because it seemed personal and not really important.

"That's fine. I was just curious." They both sat in silence, not knowing what to say to each other now. Michelle and Monica stood on the quarter deck, watching the two sitting awkwardly around each other and getting somewhat distracted by the flapping of the mast on the mainmast. Viet and Lukas did not notice that they were being watched and so sat silently still.

Michelle huffed in disappointment and crossed her arms as she saw her Vietnamese friend being unsociable with a man who she thought was a perfect match for Viet. "They were doing so well too! We need to bring the mood back Monica," whined the Seychellois.

Monica sighed, thinking that such actions were pointless during this time period with the war going on. "Are you sure about this? Think about what Europe and Asia are going through right now. From what I see as well, they are just friends and if they really want to be together, let them work it out. It's not for us to decide," scolded the Monegasque.

"But Monica, Viet needs to experience some romance in her life. She refused to flirt with anyone when she stayed with us and Francis and I can't let her regret not feeling that kind of love if she died! I'm not saying that she will but we can't always be sure if they might actually meet again." Monica was silent understanding but disapproving the situation.

"I don't know…"

"Please! By talking to her for the past few weeks, she has had no interaction whatsoever over these fifteen some years. We both know the joy and pain of making love and when Viet experiences this, she won't be prepared and might mentally break down."

"It sounds like you have been thinking about this for a while Michelle. I won't guarantee you any results but we can try. What do you have planned?" Michelle asked, giving into her friend's motivation and persuasion.

A slightly dark smiled formed on Michelle's face but her ideas were not as dark as her appearance. Monica stood there, unsure of what to do. "You brought your violin, right?"

"Romantic music? They'll probably just stare and find out where the music is coming from."

"It's worth a try~" Monica sighed then walked to her room to get her violin. Michelle turned to look at the couple again and smiled sadly at herself. "To have true love though is a completely different matter." She rested her head on her arms that lay on the railing of the boat.

Monica came back with a small rectangular case that contained her violin. She opened the case that revealed a mahogany violin with white strings that stood out on the dark colors and a matching bow in color and string. Monica adjusted the shoulder rest and chin rest then tuned her violin quietly, turning some pegs either to loosen or tighten the six different strings. Next, she held her bow gently and placed it on the violin. Monica soon glided the bow across the strings effortlessly creating beautiful music playing "Romance No. 2" by Beethoven.

Viet's head perked up to the sound of the music and curious who was playing but then she realized that it could only be one person who she knew would bring her violin when she visited someone and the style of the music was also familiar.

"Who's playing?" asked Lukas. He was about to stand up to look for the musician but Viet tugged his sleeve not to go.

"Monica is playing. I know when it's her anywhere so just sit and relax. I don't know why she is playing it now but it's calming and I am not in the mood to stop that music now." Viet closed her eyes and images started playing in her mind. Lukas looked at Viet who showed no signs of curiosity then sat back down and followed her example. A rush of sleepiness overcame Viet's body and she started to feel herself drift off and her head moving to the side.

Lukas was somewhat surprised when he saw the Vietnamese woman sleeping on his shoulder. He smirked at how music could just make the Asian sleep so quickly and then he adjusted himself to make Viet more comfortable. He realized that she looked adorable when she was asleep and reminded him of his little brother when he was younger. She was in a sense, like a little sister to him for the moment since she needed support as she was asleep sitting.

He poked his finger against Viet's cheek to see if she would wake up but she was oblivious to his teasing. Lukas relaxed his shoulders a little then looked out into the open sea. So far, the trip was peaceful and he hoped that it would stay that way. He shouldn't have thought of that though.

The ship rocked violently causing him to slide down the floor and waking up Viet.

"Wahh!" Michelle and Monica screamed by the sudden movement. Monica was able to put her violin away but Michelle tripped and landed against the railing of the quarter deck. Large, black tentacles were raised much higher than the main mast of the ship and it crashed into the boat, not breaking it but wrapping it around the boat, trying to bring it under the water.

Lukas shot water at the tentacle, detaching the tentacle from the large body underwater. A loud growl filled the air around them. The sun was starting to rise and the shadow under the surface of the water was now visible. Viet's eyes widened when she saw a large round shape beneath the ship. Multiple tentacles shot out of the water and started taking men off the boat and drowning them in the water as they were running from under the deck.

Cannons from the other two boats fired at the tentacles. It must have felt the pain because when the tentacles were hit, they dropped whatever they were holding and sank back down into the water.

"It is another beast!" cried Haru as he soared above the tentacles. Hydra hissed and slithered onto a wooden barrel.

"It looksss like an octopusss thisss time. Watch each othersss back," warned the teal-colored snake. The head of the ghostly creature rose above the water to show its mouth under its head, facing the ship. The mouth opened and small, sharp teeth were displayed only to show the creature's hunger. It screeched and a black sphere started to form outside of the opening of the mouth. The octopus' tentacles flailed wildly as it shot the dark sphere at the ship. Viet ran to the end of the boat and created a large fire wall, blocking the sphere from hitting the boat but exploding once it touched the flames. Smoke traveled around the ship and up into the sky.

The octopus went back underwater and swam to the opposite end of the boat.

"And when I thought this was going to be smooth sailing," Lukas said.

"Don't jinx yourself too much. I don't want to go through this more than what I should," Viet told Lukas.

"Can you two stop flirting and kill that thing already!" yelled Michelle hugging the mainmast in fear. Viet was confused by what she meant and Lukas couldn't help but chuckle in his thoughts. His face was emotionless still and he used his sword to cut a tentacle that was aiming for him.

Another tentacle aimed for Michelle and Monica but Viet fired a blast of flames at it then cut it with her spear.

"This is going to take a while," was all Viet could say at the moment.


Cliff hanger~ Yeah, this chapter had a lot of fluff but my mind wanted to write fluff so I wrote fluff. I would write Vietnamese in here if I could fit it in somehow and it made sense to me but for some reason I just couldn't fit it in. Norwegian though, worked out for me. Thank you Google translator for that part.

I'm Vietnamese born in **** so yeah… My speaking sucks but I can somewhat read and understand pretty well if spoken to. Well, I hope you liked this fluffy chapter so please R&R. I would appreciate it desu~