Unification - Hetalia x Reader

Chapter Two - New Players

In regaining consciousness, and coming back from the  memories of the first war, (y/n)'s instinct to take a hand revealed itself. Instead of the late first majesty, they were met with a strong, firm grip, yet was still gentle.

"Yo! What's up dude?! I'm here to frickin rescue you!" A loud voice, followed by clarity kicked in. A tall man with shining crystal blue eyes, and a beaming smile squeezed the new country's hand; pulling them up. A dark blush rose on the country's skin; after all, such a gesture meant a great deal in (c/n). The loud man had a puffy, brown jacket on, one recognized from foreign fighter pilots. His glasses reflected a shocked expression while giving light to his excited gaze. Was he truely a friend? Where did he come from? What does he want? A wave of bullets seemed to interrupt thousands of thoughts and questions.

"Bloody hell, America! This won't be a rescue if they come back as Swiss cheese, now shut up and focus!" Turning your head, one could see a slightly shorter man with emerald green eyes and with what looked to be caterpillars above them yelled to the man with (y/n)'s hand. This man, to whom sounded eerily familiar took up arms to defend you, despite it feeling a bit ironic, though you couldn't tell why. He raised his wepon to return fire while another chimed in.

"Honhon, England, Now is not the time to work out sexual frustrations, though I admire the boldness, not infront of our new ally-" A man with lovely golden locks and ocean-blue eyes seemed to have a charming aura around him, despite the men shooting daggers at one another. His dress was rather flashy for a battlefeild, making him stick out like a sore thumb, though drawing the attention away was enough for two more men to join and help with the recovery.

"Ayia, you look like you've seen a ghost! Here, I have medicine that will be sure to work-" The smallest of the group by far was a older man with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. With concern, his honey eyes looked down at the shaken form before him. He seemed to pull an array of unmarked medicine out of a tiny bag...accompanied by a black and white bear of sorts?... (y/n) stared in disbelief, perhaps they hit their head too hard...

"China, my good friend, I believe a good hit to the head may fix this one's condition, da?-" The tallest of the group seemed to tower- even while knealing down to look at the small nation. His platinum blond hair matched with his cold, piercing purple eyes seemed to send shivers. He held a rather large metal pipe, and through the chaos one could hear him say it was 'magical' or something.

"Russia, dude, chillax, you're scaring the newbie!" America yelled as Russia seemed to turn with his usual smile, though presented a dark aura.

"I...I don't understand, who, who are you?....What's going on-hngh-" (y/n) grunted and wheezed in pain as suddenly bombs from the sky seemed to drop. They were on the enemies's side, but it hurt regardless. Holding themselves and pulling away from the 'America' fellow, the country backed up against the wall once more. For a moment, you could see all five men look to you with a similar look of sympathy, and relatability.

"Well...Er, to answer your first question, I'm the hero!-" America chimed, breaking the quiet amongst the group.

"Bah! We don't have time for personal introductions! We're apart of the U.N. and we're here to lend aid in support of the royal family of (C/N). Now we need to get to safer ground- where are those bloody idiots, we need cover!" England paused turning to his allies, questioning the whereabouts.

"W-Wait, there are more of you guys?-" Though before (y/n) could question anymore, a cry for help echoed through the exchange of fire.

"Waaaahhhh! Somebody help me please, I don't want to get shot! Please! Anybody, somebody!"

"I-Is that one of my men?!" (y/n) questioned as with the ringing in their ears as it was hard to distinguish voices. Panic arose. "I need to go save them, they won't make it back-"