Conclave

Chapter Five

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR MARVEL OR THE ABOVE ARTWORK

"-ttie? Mattie?" Canada woke to the sound of his brother. The anxious older twin grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him. "Mattie! Don't scare me man." "Wasn't trying to," Canada replied, a faint smile on his face. "And I scare you all the time, don't I?" America huffed and hit his head. "Don't say that, it makes me look like an idiot."

"Which is mainly because you are one, sometimes," England's familiar voice rang out. "Iggy! How could you?" America cried out, staggering with his hand on his chest. "I thought you loved me dude!" "Never have never will," England replied with a deadpan expression. "Canada, are you alright? You didn't have to protect the device- I can repair it easily." Unlike you, went unsaid.

Canada directed a soft smile to his father figure- he hadn't wanted to worry his family. "Well, it's not like I'm going to die any moment soon," he said in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. "Don't joke about that, dude," America scowled, "I'm going to fucking skin that godling if I ever catch him."

"As straightforward as ever," England said, rolling his eyes. "We'll have a diplomatic issue on our hands if you do. For now, let's just try to make sense of the situation. I've contacted the others- an emergency online meeting will be held later." "What I want to know is just what the fuck is wrong with that godling. Even outside I could tell the Stone was messing with him. Or at least a semblance of it." America stated, eyes flashing. Canada grimaced, "Yeah, it was... weird. Off, in a way. Like he wasn't all there." 

"Well, I don't think it's gonna be a big problem for now." England sighed. (A/N: Oh Iggy, now we know who taught Canada to make death flags.) He swirled a hand, and the device whirred and spun back into functioning. "I'll see if I can track him, you go to the hospital, Matthew. Alfred can wrap things up here." With that, the air around him warped and twisted, sending the older country back to his own land. America stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Well, nothing we can do now. I'll do my best to get more info from Nicholas and his gang, you just focus on healing, yeah?" 

Canada heaved himself up. "Be careful, Alfie. Who knows what's gonna happen next." He pulled out his (thankfully) mostly unharmed phone and pressed the first number. "Yes, Boss, I'll need a helicopter with a first-aid on hand... No, I don't need a doctor... It's just a few bruises, I'm already half-healed... Yeah, see you later, bye."

America waited until his brother's ride came, harried doctors and soldiers and all, before taking his leave. He scowled- no-one harmed his brother and just ran without facing the consequences. Intergalactic politics be damned, he was Earth's powerhouse and he would act like it. Asgard better come up with a good excuse, or he's going to make an unscheduled visit sooner or later...

Meanwhile, deep in whatever hidey-hole he'd found, Loki sneezed. "Milord, are you fine?" The brainwashed archer asked, glowing blue eyes fixed on his Lord. "I'm fine," snapped the godling. "Where's our next target?" "In Stuttgart, Germany," Barton replied. "There's going to be an auction there..."