Author notes:
Hetalia is still very awesome. Also must mention that I'm not the owner of these awesome characters. u_u
That's it. Let's read on~
Chapter 4: I Do Not wake up for this.
What in the actual world is that god awful sound? Yeesh! I can't believe my mind's comprehending this but is this?... EVEN WORSE? Than England's singing in the shower? O_o Wow, sounds like it actually IS and here I thought my kid self was the only one to be doomed to listen such non-worldly sounds. xD Gosh, I'm glad that when I think to myself others don't' hear this. Or else England would SO be sending me many many death glares right now. `:D
But really? How is that even possiblughhh ow ow ow. Ahhhh Ahhhhhhh! My neck my neck, aches hurts hurt! Okay, so maybe sleeping on the desk WASN'T the best position for oww owww ahh oww sleep or my neck for that matter. That tingly sensation needs to stop now so I can turn down this music. Seriously, sounds more like someone dying than music.
America's light golden head seemed to float upwards and he blinks the drowsiness away and to get a clear image of what's going on. His vision of the decorated meeting room didn't come in detail after the 5th blink alerting him that maybe he needs his GLASSES to see? Glasses, where? No, not anywhere in sight. (pun intended)
Okay I'm up and can't see anything at all. Glasses, glasses…
He pats his shirt pockets and side pockets but to no avail and slips his hands into his bomber jacket pockets. Nothing there.
Great…
Alright. It was on my face the last time I checked. So it's got to be around here. Or not? Well, good thing I listened to Japan for once.
Flashback
[2 year's earlier in wet April]
America fondly remembers the first time he lost his glasses. This was when Japan and he were on a ferry sight seeing Japanese waters. America had seen two swans hugging each other in a distance and to get a closer look, leaned in away from the rails only to have his glasses slip slowly down his nose and off into the water. After pretty much grieving over his 'forever RIP' glasses for 5 minutes that Japan, who was worried about causing a scene in midst of the other sightseers, offered to treat him in making a bunch of spare glasses after they get off the ferry. Like a parent giving candy to a child after a booboo. And as America wiped away his tears Japan got him off the floor America said, he'll always have spares from now on so that he won't ever miss a moment in life. Japan touched by America's words smiled while America also thought to himself, "that and so that the next time I lose my lifeline to ACTUALLY seeing ANYTHING AT ALL I'll be prepared."
End memory.
America bends down to his suitcase on the ground and isn't quick to find his glasses like he thought he would.
Spares ARE incredibly life saving! So where are you little dude. You belong on my face as soon as possible! Okay, I KNOW I have a spare somewhere in my brief case. Somewhere….somewhere…Aha! Here we go. Oh if only Japan saw, he'd be proud to have rubbed off such good habits to an already awesome hero like me.~
America was chipper after finding his glasses and as he brought his glasses to his face, he couldn't help to take notice to something rising in the back of his mind. This music was less and less sounding like music.
America slowly puts on his glasses, his eyes trained on the ground. His mind is always quicker to capture details than himself. The fact that there was no nonsensical chatter around him. No bustling around in the seats or movement of papers. No laughter or arguments. Just this sound and now this new sound of fear filling his lungs.
America gazed upwards again for the 2nd time and this time he caught up with the rest of his instincts as his eyes captured everything. Everyone was thrown about on the ground or desks. No one else seemed to be breathing except him. His own escalating gasps being the only sound other than the eerie sounds becoming quieter and faded behind the front desk.
In that instant it felt like a tidal wave hit him from no where. It felt like swimming in distilled fear. And surfacing from his heart, rose the he promised he made with his younger self who would cry at all the crazy ghost and monster stories England filled in his storytelling nights; the one who would always be hiding behind England's strong tall legs.
Back then in those long times ago, Little America would look up to England and how tall he was. And he promised himself that when he one day grew tall too like England, that he'd be a hero that fights fear face to face to save the day.
Because of his codes of honor that he made from that time, it usually brings him so much trouble with all his comrades in every war. Like that time…
Flashback
Date: May 2, 1945
[Before German Forces surrendered in Berlin during WWII]
Right when the war was ending, all of them, China, Russia, France, England, and America tired, worn out, dirt smeared on their faces, blood and mud caked on their hair were deciding their last offensives against the German forces.
Their grief was heavy while the Allied powers discussed another way on top of all the countless failed plans to infiltrate German trenches behind a mount of dirt right before no man's land. America being well rested since the night before then said, "Screw this plan and all the plans. Come on let's go in one last time with all our enthusiasm. And just with that! Only with our vitality! xD And I'm SURE we'll break through the field and finally end this. End what has cost us so many of our …friends."
With the last word the light in America's eyes faded but then relit 10 fold with a determination that couldn't be shook.
Before anyone could react to his words or even look away from China's map on the table, America had already jumped away from their safety hole and ran straight towards the machine guns and bullets.
Every bullet streaked past and away from America. His vitality giving him wings to his feet. England is heard in the background of the rising machine fire screaming behind America, "AMERICA, your bloody enthusiasm is for always almost getting yourself killed god dammit! I ORDER YOU to come back here right now! HEY! Oh shit, fuck THIS! China, Russia, come on we can't let him be stupid all alone!" As England also broke away from their safe haven and started dodging the bullets streaking by Russia comes running in after England. He yelled for England huffing and puffing and as England slowed down, he took note of how the grey daylight contoured that certain rare genuine smile, "England! You mean, 'be brave' alone right?" England stunned by Russia's half joke half correction, broke into a slight smile of his own as he said, "Isn't that what I originally said? Now after our foolish brave comrade."
End memory.
I'm always the first to jump into trouble. And what do you do when fear is presented like this as in every war I've stood up against, against every fear that sent me crying cause I'm the sentimental type …is to stand up against it with all my exuberance. All of it. As I always do~ ^u^
His memories being the platform of confidence that he stood on sent him shooting off like a star. Now alert, eyes dilating, with a firm determination blossoming from his heart, he shot downward gliding like fly fish and jumped.
The only thing he knew at this very moment was that someone was beating somebody else without a fight and that's never any fair. The rest… as to ponder why everyone was dead… why he was spared and other necessities will be last. Cause it is dance fighting time. And all you need is exuberance, muscle, and urge to start a smack down, American style. Beat up now, ask questions later. Or better yet, ask questions WHILE beating them up. Oh yeah~
As if jolts of lightning were lighting up his veins that America movements were as silent and quick as lightning hitting the ground. Only thunder makes noise and oh was he going to start with a very big bang. He wasn't exactly to the front of the room yet, but closing in. With this bubbling new agility he swiftly succeeded in zigzagging down on the desks. Quietly descending downwards, America ran-hopped with more momentum before nearing the front desk, his eyes never leaving his destination.
It wasn't till he was three hops away till the Villain felt someone looking at him. America's determinedness to tackle whomever he or she was sent him with the last leap flying away from the first row of desks towards the Villain's head. The Villain late to the alertness game, his right hand just about to smack another blow to Spain's head, paused. He slowly turned his head to the left only meet face to face with America's pissed off blue eyes. The Villain only had a second to embrace for impact by closing his eyes when America pummeled into the Villain, both heads colliding.
They fell spectacularly.
America still soared a bit more above the falling Villain and smacked into the blackboard square on, his shoulder embracing most impact and sunk onto the floor.
The Villain momentarily blacked out either from shock cause 'man did that come out from nowhere' in his eyes and sudden impact from anybody's whole body weight straight to the head has always got to hurt. 100 times over. 100. Times. Over.
So there they lay, spread out on the floor both of their foreheads bearing new droplets of blood from the impact.
The thud's sudden echoes faded as quickly as they manifested. And silence engulfed the room.
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Author's Notes
:x
I know. I know. I really dislike cliffhangers myself but my hands just can't stop from adding them in. xD
To be honest, this chapter came from nowhere since it was written just today o_o but it's important for the transitioning, so please bear with me. :D
Keep in mind, I can't write for the life of me. My professors were always quick in telling me I had no talent in writing. But alas, what am I going to do? These daydreams aren't going to write themselves~ Plus it was kind of fun. Writing again after taking a really long break. No seriously, months and months. Dear dear. u_u
As a gift and pardon for the long spells of being away, is my favorite song of the week.
Michita – Mosir Memoir.
It's an awesome song and I advise you get your rock on~ ^u^ Till next time ;)