A Whole New World (a Hetalia Fan Fiction) (DISCONTINUED)

Old Enemy (Part One)

Hey, all you lovelies! Before I begin this chapter, I'm going to apologize in advance in case the 2ps! are a little out-of-character (I don't really know much about them, so yeah.... :( ). This is when the real action begins! Hasta la Pasta! ;)

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(Avery's Point of View)

After a busy week of nothing but partying (thanks, 'Murica), I finally got a chance to get a wink of sleep, or so I thought. "Aren't we going to battle snow monsters, Jinx?" Fantastic-Man was already dressed in his winter attire and looked like a giant marshmallow. I couldn't stop laughing at how overprotective his brother is of him. "Stop laughing!" he whined. "Okay, I'm done," I chuckled, trying to control myself as I grabbed my boots and jacket. "You really don't need that much crap on." "I know," he frowned. "But Arthur told me that I have to wear all of it." "That sucks," I sympathized, regretting laughing at him. "I'm just going out like this." I was wearing a black winter jacket, grey mittens, black pants, brown winter boots, and a black hat. "Just don't let Arthur stop you," Sealand smiled. "Alright, then," I replied. "Let's go stop those snow monsters from taking over the world!"

Fantastic-Man and I hurried out of the door, only for England to call us back inside. He quickly examined Sealand, and let him go. He then focused on me, and shook his head. He handed me a scarf and said, "I just don't want you catching a cold, love," I rolled my eyes at Sealand, who tried to contain his laughter and mouthed, "Busted!" I quickly took off, nearly tripping on England's scarf and shouted, "Geronimo!" "Your Eleven is showing, Jinx," Fantastic-Man chuckled. I took off Iggy's scarf and shoved it in my pocket. "Now is not the time for jokes," I replied in my best hero voice, which oddly sounded like America's normal voice. "We got some cold asses to kick!" "Since when are you the hero?" Fantastic-Man pouted. "Alright, go ahead," I sighed. "Allons-y!" he shouted, throwing a snowball at a nearby tree. "Your Ten is showing, Fantastic-Man," I giggled. "Oi! Let's go!" he smiled, completely ignoring my comment.

I grabbed a pile of snow and formed it into a ball. I tried to throw it at a tree, but accidentally hit Romano. "Sorry about that," I laughed. "We're trying to stop the snow monsters from taking over the world, and you were blocking our path." "Stupid ragazza," he muttered under his breath as he took a snowball of his own and threw it at me. "They fired back, boss!" I exclaimed. "Then, this is war!" Fantastic-Man shouted, throwing a snowball at a tree. "We gotta take down the mother ship!" I laughed, throwing a snowball at a larger tree. "You will not beat us this time!" "If it's war you want," Romano reluctantly went along with being an alien. "It's war you get!" He threw a snowball at Sealand, but missed. "Kesesesese, Spain and I are on Romano's awesome team!" Prussia laughed. "They're multiplying, boss!" I shouted. "What do we do, now?" "We're just going to have to take them down, Jinx," Fantastic-Man replied, throwing a snowball and hitting Spain. "Fusosososo, we will not be defeated easily, chica," Spain laughed, firing back at Sealand.

After about a half hour of running around and throwing snowballs, we lost to the "aliens." I felt myself being lifted off the ground, only to find Spain behind me. "What did I tell you, chica?" he chuckled. "We're not easily defeated." He kissed my cheek and let me go. I decided to look for sticks to help Liechtenstein build a snowman and ran into the woods. That was probably one of the worst ideas I've ever had in my entire life.

(No one's Point of View)

Oliver, Allen, and Luciano remained hidden in the snow-covered bushes awaiting their target to arrive. "Once poppet shows herself, I will go talk to her and offer her a cupcake," Oliver explained. "You two will wait in either one of these trees and jump down on my signal. Once you are out of the trees, you will each grab either of her arms and drag her to the car. Flavio and Matheiu will point guns to her head, to prevent her from escaping, and the others will wait in the car." "Okay," Allen agreed. "I'll do it, if I get to have the doll-face afterwards." "Fine," Oliver sighed. "But I get to cook for her." "Deal!" Allen grinned. "Don't I get a say in this?" Luciano pouted. "No!" Oliver and Allen snapped.

'You will soon be mine, poppet,' Oliver thought, smiling. 'There will be no one to hear you scream. Curiosity will kill you, little kitten. You can run, Whittaker, but you can't hide.'