Zubicu- a Hetalia fanfic.

Chapter 8

Turns out sailing on the sea over a speedboat with seasickness isn't as easy as some people think. Luckily mine is quite mild, and I'm able to get over it with a little struggle. I concentrate on driving to take my mind off it. Just when night has fallen, I see a strip of beach on the horizon. I check the map and smile- there's Axis Island. That's what I named it. It's one of my favourite islands- after all, it is where the Axis first found me. That's one of the few fond memories I have- Germany, Japan and Feli taking me in for a while after finding me. Of course, they were the same age as me and I was a chibi at the time, so it was a little hard. But we got by. Prussia helped, which I was surprised with. But in a good way, of course.

I snap myself out of my trance and focus on the island, pulling the boat in and landing neatly on the sand. I hop out of the boat before tying it up. Taking my satchel out of it and putting it back on, I look around, stretching and inhaling the sweet scents of the jungle and beach that I've missed for so long. Once again snapping myself out of my trance, I set off, beginning to plan out where they are. The island is fairly big, so it's going to be hard to find them. Let's see, my best chance is to check where they were when the Axis were trapped on the island. I check the map and open up another fold to reveal a detailed map of the island itself. I look around and nod when I figure out a way, folding the map back up and stuffing it into my satchel before setting off in that direction.

As I walk along the beach, I look at the scenery. Gradually, the cliff face raises up until it gets really high. I smile as I realise just around the corner is where I'm headed. I walk up to the cliffface and flatten myself up against the rock, my head turned sideways to face the edge of the cliff. I see a faint orange glow which I judge to be a fire, and faint voices. By straining my ears, I can pick out what they're saying;

"Are you sure she'll come? I mean, it's not like she'll fall for it." That sounds like England.

"Aw, lighten up, dude! I know her, she'll do anything for Japan! There's no way she can not come to this!" My fist clenches, my jaw clenching and my lip raising in a growl as I recognise my big brother, America's voice. So this was his idea?!

I pull away from the cliff face and find a place a safe distance away to climb it, swiftly scaling it. Once at the top I make my way through the jungle back to where they are until I can see them down below, then crouch down and lie on my belly, watching them from my new position on the top of the cliff face, surveying the whole area. England, France and America are sitting around the fire. Further back, his hands bound behind his back and a gag across his mouth, sitting cross-legged on the floor, is Japan. Something tugs at my heart when I see how helpless he is. I frown, realising something- they've basically left him unguarded. I wonder why they did that? No time to wonder, I remind myself, getting up and walking around to above Japan. I quietly descend the cliff in the dark beyond the campfire, then pad up to Japan as quietly as I can. I link my arms through his and his eyes widen in shock, making muffled cries against the gag. Wincing, I nudge his head with mine. He relaxes, recognising the movement. I smile, and walk round to crouch in front of him.

I finish cutting him free, when his eyes widen and he begins to struggle against my grasp. I frown. He gestures frantically with his eyes to behind me, too scared to speak or give something away. I tilt my head to the side, then gasp when two strong arms loop under mine, lifting me clean off the ground. I turn my head to look at my captor, and growl when my deep green eyes meet a familiar pair of baby-blue ones. "America, brother. Why?" I ask softly. He smiles, almost a little sadly, before turning it back into a normal cheery smile.

"To help you, of course! I'm saving you from the Axis!" he chimes. My eyes widen at his terrible misjudgement and I kick as he carries me away, struggling furiously. "Japan!" I cry, desperately. "Japan, help!" I hear footsteps approaching me fast and notice Japan running. I gasp in relief, looking toward him. He shoves America out of the way and grabs me, pulling me into his chest. I manage to fight free of America and press my front against Japan's chest, looking over my shoulder at the others with a look of fear in my eyes, one hand resting on Japan's chest as he holds one arm round me protectively, glaring at them. This is a new side to him, but I hope it doesn't fade soon because I will admit I'm genuinely scared right now.

"Zubicu, why? Why the Axis?" asks England, stepping forward. I frown.

"Simple. They took care of me, were the first people I remember meeting, were the first people who raised me before I raised by one of their siblings, and all throughout my life I've gone to them if I need help if I couldn't to go to America, Canada or Hungary." I explain, not moving from Japan. I turn my head around with that and bury it into his chest again, sensing him stiffen but then relax and wrap his arms round me. Yet again he's showing his other side. I smile, relaxing and feeling safe in his embrace, when I feel two other arms wrap round me, yanking me away from Japan roughly. I scream again and open my eyes to see America restraining Japan. I struggle, realising it isn't my brother holding me, fighting to see my captor.

"Let's go, Zubicu. You'll become English territory now." Oh, so it's England holding me. I snarl.

"What are you going to do with Japan?" I growl.

"Leave him here, of course. What else?" England says with a sigh. I snarl, furious that he's planning on leaving Japan here. Suddenly, without any warning, England yanks on my arms again, picking me up and carrying me bridal-style. I snarl and jump out of his arms, running instead to Japan and throwing my arms around him again. France goes to pick me up, but America calls out to stop him.

"Dudes, just leave her. We might as well bring Japan too." he says. I smile gratefully up at my older brother, and he flashes one of his classic smiles down at me, making me giggle. Now I'm confident he's secretly on my side, and this is all just an act. "Besides, if we keep annoying her like this you know what happens." he says, turning to the others and gesturing to me. They all nod in sudden understanding as they remember; the last time they pissed me off like this, they were lucky to survive. My hands play over the sword hilts resting on either hip temptingly and they quickly agree with America. He rests a hand on my arm and I let go of my swords.

I walk next to Japan, exhausted from the struggle as America leads him away, before I feel England picking me up again. This time, I realise I'm too tired to fight him, so merely sigh to show my irritance and let him carry me.

Although I hate to admit it, I think as I see England's pirate ship come into view, I'll have to give them this round. But I swear I will get them back, and Japan and I will both escape here- even if it means I have to get him out of here first.