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Chapter 15

"OMG, dudes I can't believe we're finally going on a mission," America whisper shouted to their small group as Commander Erwin relayed the mission details..

"Alfred-san I believe we need to be listening or else we might get killed," Kiku whispered.

"Hai, I agree," said Kojima, listening intently to Erwin's instructions so that he might be able to keep his friend alive for just a little while.

Susie, whom Kojima was thinking of, didn't have a care in the world and would probably just ask either him or Japan what they were supposed to do later.

Erwin began to finish his speech, "Now every one to your squads. We'll roll out in 20 minutes." And with that he walked away to go have a private conversation with captains over the more detailed instructions.

"Hey, Kojima," Susie asked, walking towards the other teen, "what's this mission about again? I wasn't paying attention."

"She is definitely one of America-san's citizens," Japan mumbled to himself.

"Alright, ya noobs, let's get this mission started," said a familiar voice.

Everyone turned to see Cassie, smiling broadly.

After the twenty minutes that the Commander had counted, the soldiers all faced ahead to the opening gates, where the main squad leaders and captains waited behind the leading commander. "Scouts! Move Forward!"

Many fists went into the air along with their blades, loud cheers filling the streets as the horses moved forward.

(Time skip because we can)

A few minutes into the mission and the sounds of existence seemed to diminish as they distanced themselves from the rest of the squads. It was just the five of them now, Cassie added to the group as the leader, endlessly riding through an empty plain.

"So this is it?" Susie cried in outrage. "We just have to be in the right wing, prancing around in a stupid field with an extra horse. Oh no, I think I'm gonna get attacked by a butterfly! What if we do see a titan anyway, there's nothing to grab onto, what do we do then?"

"I guess we'll have to wait and see." Kojima uttered gravely, various scenarios flashing through his head.

Minutes blew by in silence, only broken occasionally with Alfred's comments of the land, and Kiku's warnings to not be too careful. Once farther into the seemingly endless plain, a stream of yellow shot up into the azure skies, causing alarm to run through Kojima.

"Look, a yellow flare!"

"Wait, that's way too close to our vicinity!" Kiku added.

"Wait," Susie interjected, "What does a yellow flare mean again?"

"A portion of the right wing can't move ahead with the mission." Cassie uttered, reaching for her own flare gun as she shot one of the same color into the air. "Something must've happened up there and must've changed the course of the entire mission."

"We've only been out here for fifteen minutes, why turn back now?" Alfred whined.

"If something happened in our vicinity only a few meters ahead of us, that means we'll run right into-" Cassie immediately cut herself off as the grizzly scene filled her eyes. Everyone as well didn't dare to speak a word as they stepped through into the blood stained fields, half-eaten bodies strewn about as the titans stumbled around the now lifeless field.

"I guess this is why they shot that flare. Those little SOB's must've jumped on them like lightning." Susie spat, pulling on the reins of her horse. "Nothing to do now. It looks like no one's alive. Let's try to go around while they're still preoccupied."

In a matter of minutes, without a chance to escape, a shadow loomed over them as the ground shook and they all turned their head to the towering figure above them. A titan.

"RUN!" America yelled shocking everyone out of their momentary paralysis.

Susie snapped the reins of her horse and charged ahead as the others did the same, running through the group of titans ahead.

"Keep going!" Cassie ordered, her voice now frantic. "Whatever you do, don't look back!"

The group began to ride in the opposite direction before the titan finally took action.

Launching itself at the closest person- that being Cassie- opened its jaws to swallow her. However, being there longer than the others, she quickly took a hold of her maneuver gear and was whisked away on the cords as the horse she was riding became one of the many casualties.

"Everyone head back towards the wall," she shouted before she tucked and rolled to the ground.

Japan rode towards her, extended his hand and swung her onto his spare steed, disconnecting the rope between the horses. They were now leading the group away from the frantic titan when Susie saw something out of the corner of her eye. Another squad of the corps, completely oblivious to the oncoming danger of the Titan.

The titan itself became aware of the other group's presence and turned its attention to them instead.

"Cassie, light the flare already," shouted America.

"On it," she quickly replied, lighting the flare, leaving a trail of red smoke in the sky.

Too late did they realize that another titan had snuck up on them, launching itself at Susie.

"Susie-san," yelled Kiku, trying to reach her in time.

There was a splash of blood and a painful, agonizing scream could be heard throughout the group.

The titan swished it's head back and forth until the arm that'd been bitten disconnected from the body. America lay on the ground a few meters away, slowing bleeding out.

(With Spain and his tomato)

Spain sighed. In the Moo Moo Meadows race he had been last, Katherine out lapping a few of those in the double digits. The blonde had cackled as soon as she passed the finish line for the third time, obviously in first, and then disappeared.

The pixels began to fade away and Sicily had once again screeched "Game switch!"

The country hurried over to Romano, bracing himself for the new game.

Now the group found themselves in a small plain, where Romano wore his usual scowl. "Just where the hell are we now?"

As a reply to the question, a clash of lightning resounded and there appeared Sicily, shortly followed by Nicole, and Katherine was already there somehow. "We're in Super Smash Bros!"

"And what do we do in this game?" Spain asked ever so cheerfully. Never had Romano wanted to throw a chair at him so much in his life.

"Well, to put it plainly, you guys fight," Nicole uttered with a devious smirk, throwing her fists up with enthusiasm. "You fight until time runs out, or someone gets knocked over the edge right over there."

Romano peered over the edge cautiously, feeling his stomach churn at the scenery. There was no land beneath them in sight.

"Don't worry, it'll be fun!" Nicole chirped, unusually and suspiciously happy. "I love me a good fight!"

"Sometimes you just scare me," Katherine uttered.

"Don't worry about me," Nicole replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just worry about Sicily over here."

"What did I do?" Sicily whined.

"What haven't you done," Katherine countered.

"Why do my friends think so little of me," she yelled to the sky, "I will have my revenge." And with that she ran off in the other direction and disappeared.

"Come on, I'll show you where to get your weapons." said Nicole, leading them in the direction Sicily went.

The group walked down a long corridor until they arrived at an enormous concession stand that sold weapons instead of food.

Katherine walked up to the man at the counter saying "Here are some beginners, could you show them what they can get?".

The man nodded, seemingly soft spoken, until he opened his mouth.

"HELLO EVERYONE TO SUPER SMASH BROS! HERE ARE THE WEAPONS YOU CAN GET FOR LITTLE TO NO CREDITS!" His voice reverberated throughout the hall (It's the voice that says the name of the character you pick in the real game, dudes!)

The screen above the stand began to display a variety of different weapons that changed every few seconds.

"WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?" The man asked, "PICK ONE ALREADY OR ELSE YOU'LL BE LATE FOR YOUR MATCHES!"

The fangirls capable of fighting, Spain, Romano, along with Katherine and Nicole, walked up to the stand.

"Then I'll take this one, amigo," said Spain, picking a battle ax about half his height.

The fangirls then had their turns, all picking different weapons suiting their fighting styles until there was only Romano remaining. He was staring intensly at the gun section of the display.

"So, mi tomato, what are you going to get?" asked Spain.

"I don't know tomato bastard. I can't choose. Which one should I get: The Smith and Wesson Model 19 or the Colt M1911A1?"

"Uhh?" Was all Spain could say in reply. He was thoroughly confused.

"I suggest the Colt M1911A1," intervened Nicole, who was looking at her phone, "Google says that it was an expensive shooter that was offered to law enforcement of the time as it was extremely powerful and deadly accurate and that mobsters cottoned onto this and used it during the late part of the 1930's. It has a 6 round cylinder, a shooting range of up to 150 feet, and a weight of just under 2 pounds."

Romano pondered on this for a moment before he looked at the man at the counter and said, "I'll take that one, bastard."

(Time skip because I'm awesome!)

Romano looked around the stadium, the bright lights flashing in his eyes, blinding him for a moment. He looked up to his opponent. Spain. The fangirls had all been taken out by the gaming characters they'd been forced to fight. Now the only ones left were Spain, himself, and the three game masters (as Sicily insisted they be called).

"Hola, Roma. Having fun?" Spain said in his usual cheerful voice.

"What's it to you, bastard?" Romano spat. This game was getting on his nerves. He'd been thrown, shoved, and kicked over that ledge too many times not to. And there were two more rounds to go!

"Well, care to go first?" Spain inquired in a tone that seemed to infuriate Romano even further.

"I don't care, do what you will, Bastard."

"If you insist." Spain replied. As soon as he finished that sentence, the Spaniard darted forward to the Italian's vicinity, raising his battle axe. On impulse, Romano raised the barrel of the gun and shot several bullets, each of them deflected by the other weapon with a few swings.

One step away from falling over the edge, Romano slid beneath him to the the other side, raising the barrel once more. With a few bullets left, he scanned for any sight of an opening. Dang, when it came to fights, Spain really did know how to make it difficult.

"Cazzo, I knew it was going to be hard as it is with this bastardo but this is way more than I expected!" Romano muttered to himself as Spain took a few slow steps towards him, twirling the axe dexterously between his fingers.

"Anything else up your sleeve, Roma?" Spain asked in a teasing tone whilst Romano shot him the finger.

"Cram it, Spain, you're not gonna beat me, so shut it with that stupid tone of yours!"

The Spaniard shrugged his shoulders and tightened his grip on the axe, charging for another attack on the opponent. Romano aimed and shot, hitting Spain's shoulder. Despite the sudden pain, Antonio pushed forward and slashed at said Italian, leaving a cut across Romano's forearm.

The fangirls in the stands sat at the edge of their seats, watching in utter suspense of who'd reign victorious, while the three games masters spectated with candy and popcorn.

A few moments passed as the two opponents stood on opposite ends, eyeing the other with caution as they gathered their thoughts. Antonio ignored the pain of the injury and glanced up at Romano, who had a hand over the injury he had inflicted previously as he glared daggers at him. However, this was a competition, and Spain was determined to fight with every inch of his soul, even if he meant he had to fight his friend. Romano however did not care and just wanted to fight the Spaniard for the hell of it.

The Italian slowly pulled himself to his feet as the Spaniard did the same and readied themselves to fight again when a loud noise went off around the stadium. "What the hell is that noise?" Romano grumbled.

"Hello, one and all!" Yelled the voice, who was revealed as Sicily, "The awesome me has come to change the rules of this competition, because I can."

She was standing on top of the lights that lit the stadium, her arm wrapped around another figure who turned out to be Nicole with a look of annoyance on her face. "She didn't change the rules, you dudes just ran out of time."

"This will now be a two-on-two battle and before you ask, 'No, you don't have a say in this'," Sicily said with a crazed smile plastered on her face.

She proceeded to jump from who knows how high, Nicole in tow, and land in front of the confused countries.

"You'll now have five minutes to go to the nurse lady to get all patched up," Sicily explained, "also, you can't run away unless I say so because I put a barrier around the arena. Hey, Nicole, can you show them where the nurse's office is?"

Nicole grumbled something under her breath before doing just that.

"What the hell," yelled Romano as they walked away from the gleeful teen, "Why's she so much of a spaz! She was bad enough already."

"Sí, I'd also like to know."

"She's in a 'Prussia/America' mood right now and there's really nothing anyone can do until she tires herself out. There aren't enough adults on the islands to keep her in line and Katherine and I can only do so much." Nicole explained.

"And we can't leave the arena until she satisfied?"

"Nope," She responded sadly, "Just like in the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, except it's not just those she considers friends that are pulled into her shenanigans but everyone around her."

They arrived at the nurses station and had the countries patched up before proceeding to take them back to the arena, Romano and Nicole cursing the whole way back.

"By the way, Nicole," Spain asked, "why are you doing this? Surely you could leave and get away from here, right?"

"I could, but she blackmailed me. I'm not going to say how but she did," she replied, "She can be as scary as Russia when she wants to."

At that moment, the three walked through the entrance to the main platform where Sicily happily waited for them, waving eagerly.

"I don't see how you're able to put up with her.." Romano grumbled.

"Oh, you know, the same way you can put up with Spain and Italy.." Nicole quietly retorted back at him before running up to her friend's side.

Soon as the others made it to the platform, the four readied themselves. The two countries gathered their weapons as Sicily readied a bow with a few arrows as Nicole drew a sword from behind.

Soon, the sound went off and the battle commenced, Sicily aiming a few arrows in Spain's direction. Romano caught sight of her aim and raised his barrel, when Nicole intervened with a quick sling of her blade, slicing through the air between him and her companion. Romano let out a few curses as he dodged her swings, raising his gun in the teen's direction instead. Before he could pull the trigger, another shot rang in the air and his gun flew quite a distance away, sliding to the edge of the platform. In the direction of the bullet sat Katherine in a perch at the top of the stadium, reloading her sniper rifle as she shot them a thumbs up.

"Hey, how is it a two-on-two battle if it's the two of us against three of you?" Spain asked with furrowed brows.

"Because she's awesome enough to do what she wants," Sicily replied with a serious look, shooting another arrow.

Spain then took the offensive and ran towards Sicily head on with his axe, only for Nicole to intervene once more with her sword. "There's another thing I forgot to say, Sicily might irritate the hell out of Kat and I, but no one lays a hand on her if I can help it!" Nicole swung her sword forward and let it clash with the axe, as Kat's bullets constantly hit the ground around them.

"Kat! You're being unfair again," a childish voice similar to Katherine's called out.

A young blond boy stood grinning behind them, holding a weird metal object in his right hand.

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