I don't own Hetalia... u_u this chapter was kind of difficult to rewrite. I haven't read it in a while so I mixed up so many characters...sorry for that. hopefully you don't notice. :3 indeed... alright let's start.
Chapter 9: Nations Assemble!
The rest of the United Nation members began to wince and pick themselves up as they heard Prussia running and slapping his hand behind many nations backs while yelling, "RISE AND SHINE BEAUTIFULS! I SAID RISE AND SHINE! SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN. WE MUST ALL AWAKE NOW. RISE!"
Many were feeling lightheaded with a pulsing headache but all wondered the same thing. Turkey to Denmark was opening their eyes wondering the same thing. What the hell is up with Prussia? Why the hell is he being so fucking loud? It's giving us …as all the nations thought in unison… "ALL A HEADACHE"…
But none knew that they all had the headache before Prussia started roaring his beautifully loud obnoxious voice everywhere.
England was the first to begin yelling in reaction. "PRUSSIA! Shut your goddamn pie hole! I already have enough of a headache to have you add to it. SHUT… IT! We are clearly up! I don't know who would sleep through that…" and as England said that he saw a sleeping Italian and pretty much the rest of the nations. Quickly like static England felt the oncoming urge to face palm.
"Oh. So people are actually managing to sleep through your racket. Well, then. Carry on. Wait. Never mind! Why are you screaming anyways?!" England was about to make a walk towards Prussia's direction but suddenly felt the world spin.
Man, what a headache this is….
Russia added, "Da, I feel like my head was between a hard place and hard place. Please do as England was going to say before I cut him off. Shut it. Or at least turn down the volume before I turn down your volume permanently forever for you." Russia's eyes dazzled in a purple pink aura as he began to become extremely CREEPY while mouthing "closercloserclosercloserdiediediedie."
Prussia slowed down his running as he heard the cursed mumble chanting. He stared at Russia a little miffed and said, "Alright, alright. Everyone's about up. Okay that's a lie. Except for Spain. I'll be quiet now. Just like…let's keep this no violence or anything thing up okay?"
"Well, alright. Um, my goal this week anyways was to be a little less violent you see because everything went red last time and then when I was aware of myself, my favorite art piece was in shreds and my vodka cabinet was in shambles. So, please, don't force me to shut you up. For my sake. I even tied a little pink ribbon around my finger as a reminder," said Russia. Russia blushed for feeling a little odd that he spoke about what he felt so truthfully and honestly without hurting anyone.
"Has something come over me? I'm acting weird," Russia thought as he went off into some more thinking.
Prussia's thoughts were still on Spain even as rushed around tapping on the shoulders of the remaining sleeping nations.
Yes! Cold water! I need to calm down the swelling. I'll ask someone to help be bring a bucket.
Everyone was still pretty stuck to where they woke up after they all realized that they were harboring these strange yet strong headaches. Prussia then made his way back to the center of the room and put someone's sweater below Spain's head. Prussia gently put Spain's head down and demanded with a loud voice, "DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHERE THE FIRST AID KIT IS? OR BETTER IS ANYONE HERE A DOCTOR?!"
It is believed that Prussia didn't notice everyone wince and had shocks run through their spines.
Lithuania kept pointing while he shivered, "Prusssh, Pruusssh, Prussssh…PRUSSIAAAAAAAA! DUCK!"
Lithuania pointed as if his life depended on it above Prussia's head. Prussia felt the sudden sensation to duck which was smart because as he did he saw that above him he had just barely missed the oncoming metal pipe that plunged straight into the wall behind him.
Those who were watching stilled very quickly as even Prussia had a hard time turning around with newly forming beads of sweat pulsing down his face. Prussia turned around to Russia who was cracking his knuckles- all while having that scary aura all around him ignite stronger as he chanted, "KolKolKolKolKol….Prussia what did I say about keeping your volume down!"
And Prussia was very afraid but he stood his ground as awesome as he is because he had something he needed to do.
"Russia, everyone, I'm sorry for yelling so loud. I forgot about the headache thing but Spain really needs our help." As Prussia looked down to where Spain lay and he wore this sad and broken face.
"Please, please someone help him. I'm awesome but I know that I don't know what to do in these types of situations! Gosh I should have learned recovery methods! But I was too awesome that I never got really beaten! Except for that one time. But please someone already, come help me with Spain!"
The nations with lesser headaches stricken by this outburst of information came down the stairs two at a time even with their nausea. Those nearer such as England and China flocked to Spain and started to examine him. Though France had been with England, he stayed a little back from what seemed to be shock and horror. No one saw how he began to silently tremble. The rest of the Nations still remained where they were while trying to comprehend why everything was so bright, hazy, and loud.
Austria sitting back down at this table with Hungry remarked while holding his head, "What on earth could have given us such headaches? And why were we napping anyhow? Weren't we talking about something before…? Ugh, I feel very awful. I want to go to bed."
Hungry silently and tiredly agreed. Her hair mimicked a wilted sunflower as she felt her forehead. She was more tired than usual. She looked at the rest of the nations who didn't go running up to the front of the room and realized something.
"Honey. I mean, Austria. It seems that a lot of us can't really move yet. I have a headache too and it's unlike anything I've ever felt before. It doesn't seem to be ceasing. It's like bad ump! Bad ump! I don't know how else to describe it. Like thumping in my brain?"
"Like our brains are pulsing or the muscles within our skull. Truly…"
"Unrealistic, right?"
Austria looked up to see Denmark who had gathered more strength and was making his way down the stairs to the front.
Denmark handed his ice pack to Austria.
"Looks like you need this much more than I do. I always carry one because Norway or Iceland always hit me on the head for some reason."
Austria smiled deciding not to tell Denmark, one of the stronger nations of the world, that his annoyance sometimes met American, France, and Prussia standards.
"I'm sure…they must have their reasons," Austria finally decided to say. He put it on his head for a second and then gave it to Hungry. She waved no but he insisted and she took the icepack thankfully. Hungry also thankfully nodded to Denmark.
"Denmark," Hungry Inquired.
"Yes, little lady."
"I'm not little! X] But don't you have a headache too? Why is it that you are alright and some of the other ones were able to get up?"
Denmark paused as he too began to really register his surroundings of nations clutching their heads, some still sleeping, and others looking amazingly defeated and tired beyond belief. He held his hand to his mouth and wondered, "Hmmmm, that's actually a really good question Hungry. I don't know. I mean, I had the headache too but it sort of became less when I got up. Prussia was pretty fucking annoying there so I couldn't sleep through that. Norway won't wake up so Iceland's trying to pinch his cheeks or something like that. And now everyone's nursing everyone who is closest to them and there is this migrating group down there on the center front stage. From the looks of it someone has been hurt. I mean, more hurt."
"You should go then. Austria and I will feel better soon. We'll wake up the rest of the nations in our lane who aren't awake yet. Go see what's going on. And fill us in a little later ya hear," demanded Hungry in a playful yet tired laugh.
Denmark nodded his goodbye and strode down the stairs confidently. He realized the only ones up were in few and panicking. Truly something has happened to all of them. It was time to get some answers. But first, have to get to the front group.
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China's reaction was a gasp as he realized he had seen these types of wound marks before as he tried to beat his own nausea with pure conviction.
"Okay everyone please get back as I…" England began to say when China interrupted by saying, "Everyone who is strong, please help me bring Spain to the nearest bathtub in this building. England get a lot of ice and anyone willing to help England please do so. Japan please go the closed down medical infirmary down a floor to the second left down the corridor for there should still be supplies in use. Prep the machines and turn on everything. I'll be there shortly with Spain. And ehmmm…emmmm…uh…..Oh yes! America's northern brother…"
"Canada."
"Canada, please help Japan in turning on the medical machines. I need you to find the medicine cabinets and pull out as much as you see and put it on a cart so I can be ready when we bring Spain down. And then please arrange some scouting groups to secure the area. We will need a bunch of gauze. Please hurry, aru."
"That's a lot of work for just me to do. Um, ah Denmark can you help me?"
As Denmark finally arrived to the front stage of the room he turned blue.
"Oh my god, why is Spain beat to a pulp," Denmark asked incredulously.
A vein struck out in Prussia's temple as he was about to lunge towards Denmark but Canada quickly stood in the way.
Flustered Canada said, "Now, now! Denmark, please be delicate about the situation. We don't know. Actually, we don't know anything of what just happened. We just know we woke up will unpleasant headaches and Prussia was screaming and that Spain's devastating hurt and that we have got to stabilize him. Let's go. Japan led the way."
Japan nodded and gestured Denmark and Canada to follow him out the front door. They all walked briskly and quietly.
Germany who had recovered began to lift up Spain with China but England halted them with a retort.
"Hey! China why are you being so bossy? I was going to help cure him with the help of my fair…" but England stopped himself short since he didn't want to exactly blurt out in front of the whole United Nations, "My fairy friends." He then slurred his words to, "fair medical healing assistants." China looked at England and said in a calm but hurried manner, "Look, Spain doesn't have much time. We need to stop the swelling as quickly as possible. The outer skin is much damaged from this type of martial arts. In this Jutsu the user also targets the internal organs and key joint areas while striking. It'll become very dangerous if we do not…"
Out of nowhere, France grabs without notice China's collar. Everyone remained still trying to grasp what was happening now. France was usually the casual, perverted, and graceful type. But as he was gripping China's collar everyone could tell that there was a sharp crazy look in his eyes. Everyone in the affinity was quiet and the air felt stagnant like thin ice.
"China, why does Spain have those wounds? Even I've seen these before too though I regret not remembering from where. But what I'm trying to get at is…what are you hiding from us?" Everyone looked at China and then to France.
"Because, you just happen to know what to do when one is attacked like this. Because you just happen to know that this is a type of martial arts. What are you not telling us? Tell me, NOW! " France roared in the most icy and serious tone ever heard.
England, Denmark, Germany, and a hovering Seychelles had pale faces and looks of horror when Seychelles said quietly, "Oh I understand!"
Denmark heard Seychelles and turned while asking, "What? I couldn't hear you."
And when did you arrive? I barely noticed you…
"France Oni sann is angry like this because Prussia, Spain, and he create the bad touch trio. They always get drunk together when I'm with them and I'm usually the sober mother…" as Seychelles shut her eyes remembering a happy memory where France, Spain, and Prussia happened to have their clothes magically disappear. Okay, maybe not a so happy moment. And they were so exuberantly smashed that they were walking out together side by side onto the public street singing Hey Jude oh so loudly. Seychelles remembered quickly getting her picnic blanket and jumping on top of them covering them as they fell to the ground. Prussia, Spain, and France laid in the evening darkness all while wriggling within the cover sheet Seychelles had. She tried to yell some sense into them. "Stop the ridiculousness. We don't want the police on us yet again on another Friday night! I don't want to sleep in jail again!" Seychelles blushed and a small smile grew this thought.
"But yes, they are the best of friends. That's why France is so in much pain."
England nearby heard Seychelles explanation and remembered, "Why yes, that frog was always with the loud Albino and the Tamale lover. France…" England was lifting his arm to reach for France's shoulder when he stopped midair. France began to tremble a little and then quite violently.
China was still being held by France's grip when France started to let go. And France looked down at his feet and muttered very quietly and shamefully, "Pardon China…It's just that Spain… he's… my friend. It's not your fault that you know what to do...I'm sorry. I just….jumped into conclusions… I'm s-sorry-yyy."
France's trembling stopped as he came forward grabbing China again by the shoulders, shaking him yelling, "China, IF YOU EVER KNOW WHO THAT BASTARD IS TELL ME HIS NAME SO I CAN RIP THE BALLS OFF THAT MOTHERFUCKER! CHINA! CHINA! TELL ME YOU IMBECILE!" Denmark and Germany clearly realizing that something had broken in France tackled France and held him away from China. France continued to scream in some sort of deliriousness, "TELL ME! TELL ME! TELL ME! SO THAT I CAN RIP OFF THAT JOY OF HIS! CHINAA!"
Being several layers paler than ever China said to the nations on looking still in shock, "Everyone please let me have your attention, aru. This has been a very serious crime. I don't know what exactly happened but all we know is that our fellow comrade is down and seriously hurt. I've…seen this type of injury before but my memory is failing to tell me when and where. I won't be recalling right now because right now if we don't act to save Spain's life then he won't have a life anymore. If you have any medical skills please come with me. And for those who do not, please gather amongst yourselves and secure the area. I believe there is a question that all of you are asking. Please solve why this happened and most of all what did happen. Now come with me." England was about to go with Denmark the rest when a worried Japan came back from the outside hallways and said stuttering, "England! I thought you were coming with us. I just noticed you didn't come with us. Oh, Seychelles and France. Would you both like to come with us to find emergency gauze and supplies? Japan had not read the tense atmosphere that had just occurred before. Seychelles put her arms around France and said, "France, it's okay to be confused. We all are. Something has been done to us and to Spain. We will all work together to fix this. So believe in us won't you?"
The scene had been so touching that France's eyes softened and Germany let go of Frances shoulder. England had released tension in his back too as they saw France turn back to normal.
"Pardon…me…"
China abruptly said, "It's alright France. I forgive you. Just don't do that again or if you do that again do that later. We have no time right now. Everyone post haste as England usually says, aru."
England smiled now understanding that actually after all this time his rants have been heard by his group…or at least by China. Japan smiled too after seeing England smile.
"England, you don't smile so much. It's actually kind of nice to see it," Japan frankly said.
England blushed and was like, "Um, alright you guys let's get going."
Everyone began to move again when some other nations came to help along. Lithuania and Switzerland mentioned they both knew some medical procedures as they followed China's group and England's group. Austria and Hungry looked much better now and were ready to go into action. Before the group left, England looked back at Germany and said, "Germany, instead of coming with us, could you start to gather the rest of the able nations into groups? You're um…good at that stuff." England sort of awkwardly blushed when he realized he was giving away a free complement and not a free insult. He didn't do that too much so it felt awkward.
"Um, I mean, or else I'd be doing that but I'm needed right now for my skills so…We'll be back…I mean, I'll be back later." The group left through the door as Germany stood wondering where that came from.
China abruptly stopped outside the entrance doors.
Austria said with concern, "China, what is it?"
"I forgot, aru." He craned his back head back and said, "Has anyone seen Hong Kong? Hong Kong?"
Austria mentioned he saw Hong Kong while coming down but that he was probably still sleeping.
"Austria, could you please wake up Hong Kong for me and tell him to come to the infirmary."
"So he knows a lot that will help save Spain?"
"Ah, yes. Please quick haste. I'm heading down." From the room the quick scattering sounds of footsteps echoed.
Austria had entered only to collide with Italy. Italy looked sleepy and dazed. Italy asked sadly, "Was that really Spain nichan? Will Spain be alright?"
Italy had been quiet throughout the whole ordeal watching everything. He was one of the first to wake up after Prussia but he couldn't leave his chair. He couldn't find it within himself to get up. He just kept staring down at Spain from his table. Truly seeing the commotion unravel was a shock. But most of all, Italy didn't move because as he sat there he realized he didn't have a headache. He heard everyone around mumbling about a headache but Italy kept thinking, "I don't have one…what has happened? Why is Spain…lying so still like that…?" The prospect of losing a nation had immobilized him and it was only after seeing everyone lift Spain up and taking him out of the room did it blossom in his heart to be near Spain.
I've never seen France Oni Chan like that before…ever. Even when all those times France was in war. I've seen him make angry faces…but they always had a hint of playfulness and fear. I can tell. But this time…
"Italy!" Austria yelled.
"Ah. Sorry Austria. Um, the headache must have um….done something to me. I'm here. What is it Austria san?"
"Italy, I'm needed since I also know very good medical procedures. China told me to wake up Hong Kong but frankly I've never really talked with the guy before. Could you go fetch him? I really have to make my way down now. It really does look like they'll need my help."
Italy looked back at Hong Kong still sleeping so soundlessly. Hong Kong was near the top floor of the staired room and Italy nodded kindly, "Yes! I'll bring him. Just go. I'll be there."
Austria beamed a little and hurriedly made his way out the door.
As Italy walked past the center, taking note of the chalkboards broken composition and how many nations were still floored to their seat from the headaches… he began to seethe with fury. His back stiffened as he brought his knuckles inward into his palms.
This time…I was never so afraid of France. But France… I know he is in so much pain. France Ni Chan and Spain Ni Chan and Prussia Ni Chan are so close. Ever since I could remember they were always together smiling and laughing. Prussia who was loud and waking everyone up only followed quietly behind everyone in the end…I can't imagine the pain behind Prussia's smile right now. Small…he was small….right now.
Italy bites his lips.
Spain… he looked like he's almost dead! And I didn't do anything to help him. I'm a coward. I didn't get up. I just sat there. I know I'm little old useless Italy…But I could have had at least done something…
Italy winced hard as he kept himself from exploding and crying at the same time….Never had Italy felt such fury and passion.
It was at that moment when Italy heard a familiar voice coming from behind. Someone he couldn't quite pinpoint until he heard the sentence end with laughter.
"It's alright Italy my fine friend. That's how I felt like too. But Spain is a strong guy. He did after all survive after England beat him up back in the day when England was a badass. Or so I'm told. I wasn't there yet. I mean, apparently England was all punk and pirate style. This would have been cool to see cause then I'd have buried England in embarrassment all these years. Haha! Spain…I know it. He'll survive for sure! After all, he did leave it to me…everything. He will survive. He has to. So don't cry Italy…ahaha."
Italy felt America's hand on top of his shoulder and he pressed it ever so gently in comfort. Italy wiped his tears while he settled down. As Italy turned around he said, "Thank you America! I… ehh."
Italy in return faced nothingness as in the background more nations were busy scurrying about.
Ehhh? Where did he go? America was just behind me I'm sure….?
so how was America there...if he wasn't there? O0ooo0oooooo0o o_0000 xD we'll find out soon! :B