The Island Girl- Hetalia {Unfinished}

Chapter 24

 Hey, so, sorry for not updating in a while- babysitting, school, and personal issues (lazyness) have been keeping me from writing for a while. I'm sooo sorry! I wanted to write this up a long time ago...

 Anyways, this story has gotten a bit more violent :/ if you don't like, don't read. Also, question of the chapter: Which is your favourite made-up/crack pairing from the OCs in the story that you like (mine is TariBerta)? 

 Enjoy, and as always, comment/vote it up pwease!

POV- Quebec

 Millions of thoughts ran through all of our heads. "W-what?!" PEI exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands as New Brunswick told us how the nations had been kidnapped by something called... "2ps"? "'Ow did this 'appen?" I asked, eyes wide. Sure, I may talk big about independence...'Mais Canada est ou je suis maintenant (but Canada is where I am now). I at least 'ave to care a little bit.' "No freakin' way...I thought we were done with those things!" I heard Ontario exclaim, and I'm sure we all had the same memories. "There was so much violence..." I turned to see the Territories huddled together, reminiscing.

 'They 'ave the right to...' I thought to myself, remembering when we met the 2ps in combat for the first time. So much blood...a few of us were close to death, when sudddenly, they all just...fell. England explained that his magic was strong enough to hold them back, and that he locked them up where they couldn't escape. We were all horribly confused, then realized that our problems were gone, simple as that...or not.

 "Where is he? How did they come back?!" British Columbia asked, walking towards New Brunswick. "I don't really know...it sounded like Amerique on the other end, and he didn't say anything, other than they didn't have much time, and the call was cut off..." We all looked at eachother. A country. 13 provinces and territories. A nation covering half of a continent.

 'Would it be that 'ard to destroy it all...?' The thought popped into my head, shocking me. My voice...but not me. 'Who is this?' 

 'Votre pire cauchemar...bitch.' (Your worst nightmare) I gasped, holding my head, as throbbing pain set in. I heard a scream, and everything went black. 

POV- 2p! Russia

 'Hehe, they're all idiots, da?' I thought to myself, laughing a bit, as I whipped my pipe at a tree, making a dent into it. 'The first players...' My eyes darkened a bit, and I slashed at the bark again, this time knocking it down. I laughed once more, starting the long walk back to my first player's house, swinging my dirty pipe joyfully. I thought to when I got back home, where my little Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia (A/N their 2nd players) would be waiting to do whatever I ask~!

 As I thought, I was suddenly aware of a new sound. Crushing snow, beneath someone else's feet... I whirled around, readying my pipe, facing my follower. "Nice to see you again, Russia." The man had a whirlwind of colours on, messy blond hair, and bushy eyebrows. I scowled, putting my pipe down.

 "You have good news for me, da?" I asked the shorter man, staring at him as we walked back to the base. He didn't even blink, un-aware. "Why yes! We found the island, magnificent, really. It was sorta like...what's his name again? Canada? Yeah, guess that's it. Sounds right." He looked over at me, ridiculous smile still there.

 "Good~ that means we're one step closer to our goal." I smiled happily, running the rest of the way. When I got there, Canada was bringing a little girl into the house. 'That must be her...she's a cute little one, da? Too bad.'

 I walked in, hearing a banging ring out through the rooms, shaking the foundation. I frowned, going over to the locked door to the basement. I unlocked it, kicking the heavy door open. Whispering stopped, and I saw a flash of blonde hair scurry down the stairs. 'Hehe~ idiots.' I slowly closed the door, inhaling the musky, dirty air of the unfinished basement, taking in its dark beauty. Lights aren't a necessity, right? "Привет (hello)~!" I called out into the silence, hearing the rustling of clothing against the metal floor.

 "Oh, did someone escape his chains?" I asked, watching America escape to a dark corner. Pipe held up, I quietly made my way over to the boy, cowering, but still protecting his brother. "Aw, how cute. Старший брат Америке (older brother America) thinks he can protect little Mattie~!" I smirked cruelly, slashing my pipe out, hitting the older brother in his shoulder, knocking him out of the way. Canada crawled over to his brother, small sobs escaping his lips. Dragging him away, I locked another set of chains to his wrists. I giggled, smiling even bigger, turning away to look at the other nations I'd collected. 

 I went over to the sleeping England, hitting the back of his head. "Whoops~" I exclaimed as he woke up, forest green eyes widening. "You *cough* bloody Russian maniac..." That earned him another whack, this time to the knee, and I smiled as a crack rang out. I watched as his leg bled, and he screamed in terror, eyes widening. 

 I heard a small clang, and turned to see Romano struggling against his chains. I was about to swing my pipe, to give him a small punishment, when I saw a key in his hands. 

 "Where did you get that?!" I yelled, whipping my pipe at the Southern Italian. He yelped as cold metal hit his hands, making him drop the key. "I swear, it-a wasn't me who got it!" My eyes flashed with fury, grabbing the nation by the collar. "THEN WHO DID?!" 

 A soft whooshing noise made its way from the stairs, and a click rung out. The door.