Zubicu- a Hetalia fanfic.

Chapter 7

I smirk, and he growls, trying to wrap an arm round my waist to pull me into him, probably to take me to England or claim me for himself. Sadly for him I was expecting that, and quickly bring my feet up. Using my arms to force his away from me, I drive my feet into his chest and use him as a jumping platform almost, pushing off him and doing a backflip away, arms extended outwards to either side of me, each gripping a sword hilt and pointing the swords outwards too. I land neatly and he charges at me again before I have a chance to regain my composure properly. Seeing that I won't be able to block in time, I instead neatly twist my body to the side and out of the way of his sword, my light brown hair flying out in front of my face before falling back into place, then going flying again as I jump to dodge a shot aimed at the legs.

I land funny and pain stabs through my side. I gasp, staggering backwards a couple of steps as my opposite hand reaches across my body to grip my wound in an attempt to diminish the intense burning pain. He tilts his head in confusion, watching me, before realising that I'm injured. I growl at him as he chuckles -oh, how annoying his laugh is!- and takes the advantage he's been given to swipe at me again. Bringing my sword up and swinging my other arm up and round behind me, I block his strike, supporting his sword with the flat of mine underneath it, before my other sword swings down from on top, missing him but hitting his blade, breaking it.

Well, that was smart. He looks from me to his blade, then back to me again, his eyes wide with shock and fear. I merely stand there, holding my two swords up, one in front of and across my chest, and the other by my side, my body slightly turned to the right and one of my feet tilted up so it's resting on the balls of the foot. I turn my head to face him, and give him a fake smile. "Looks like I win. You gonna be smart and retreat or do I have to finish you off?" I ask. He stutters for a bit, making me smirk, before he turns and runs.

I sigh happily, turning to face the building as I lower my arms to return to my sides. "And now to help Japan and the others." I say to myself. Walking toward the house with ever such a slight victorious swagger, I twirl my swords round my fingers idly. I know what the outcome of this fight will be already and I'm planning on having a bit of fun with this.

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A few hours later, and England, America and France have all gone. I find myself treating Italy and Germany for wounds- Germany took a bullet to the leg, Italy got hit multiple times with a sword. Luckily I can treat both of these. I spend a few minutes on each, before sitting down carefully with a sigh on the couch by Italy's head. Gently, I begin to idly stroke his hair. Germany is already asleep on the couch opposite us. "Whew, we were lucky. Say, where's Japan?" I ask. Italy looks at me.

"He disappeared a while ago." he says tiredly, before he closes his eyes and goes to sleep too. This worries me. I make sure they're both asleep before I carefully get up from the couch. I quietly leave the room and frown. Where could Japan go that's nearby? I wander around before finding myself outside the room I was kept in. I enter- maybe I can find a few clues in here? It's unlikely, but anything is posible and it's the best place to start besides his room. I find a crumpled note on the table, and frown. Picking it up, I uncrumple it before spreading it out flat on the desk and reading it.

Zubicu,

I know you're probably wondering where Japan is. Well, we captured him. You'll find us on the island the Axis were on before. If you don't come in the next week, he will be killed. Do you understand? Good.

We will be seeing you soon, I'm sure.

-England.

I growl, scrunching up the note in my hand. I should have known! I should never have left him to save myself! Now he's in trouble! God, I'm so selfish, why?! Without a second thought I grab my satchel, packing a few extra bandages and other treatment medicines in there, before walking downstairs and making a drink for Germany and Italy both. I make sure to sneak some memory drugs in there, before I leave them on the table. With a flick of my brown hair, I'm sweeping out the door again. I hope the pills work- if they do, Germany and Italy will forget to come after me. If they don't? I'd rather not know the consequences.

I check the map. "OK, so the island is....north...east...ish." I think. I point in the direction it is as I speak it, look up and spot the sea where I'm pointing. I face palm. I should have known someone as bubbly and fun as Feli would have chosen the sea to live by. This leaves me confused as to why there's a forest on the other side rather than the city or a village at least, but I shrug it off and walk down to the water's edge. There's probably one to the east or west of the mansion. Probably round the front somewhere.

I look around for a boat, knowing there should be one around here somewhere- I mean, let's be honest, this is a country's house we're talking about here. They always have boats. I find a speedboat and sigh. I was hoping for something bigger but that'll have to do. At least it's fast and it'll beat a ship. I hop in, dumping my satchel next to me and taking up the wheel. I check the map. So, with directions I know of, I should reach the island by nightfall. I put the map away, before steering the boat in the right direction and thrusting the engine into life. I start driving it in the direction of the island.

Gotta do everything yourself, huh? I think with a slight giggle.

Hang in there, Japan. I'll be with you soon. I try to project the thought out across the sea to him. I've always believed in telepathy. Shame nobody else does, really. The land behind me is soon lost to the open ocean and I'm on my own at sea, my only company a map and the birds of the sea, speeding toward the island where the Axis once were. Sadly, I forgot how much the sea and I disagree with each other, and am soon swearing under my breath with such colourful language it would even impress my childhood best friend Romano, moving quickly in an attempt to reduce seasickness. I try to ignore it and focus on where I'm going.