Hetalia meets the Host Club

The Grand Finale

A/N
I've been resurrected from my eternal laziness and busyness to finally finish this story!! So here we go!!

Okay. Here's a recap. So France, Belarus, Spain, and Switzerland are currently healing up. Vietnam, Taiwan, Belgium, Ukraine, and Liechtenstein are staying back tending to the wounded and are with Renge, Honey, and Mori. Romano, the Baltic Trio, Korea, and Hong Kong are escorting the students with Haruhi, Kaoru, and Hikaru to safety. Germany, Prussia, Italy, Denmark, Finland, Sweden, Norway, and Iceland are currently clearing out the westwing of the school with a crazed 2p! Hungary close on their tail and a 2p! England right behind her. America, Russia, China, Netherlands, and Japan are trying to meet up with the others. The rest of the host club members' activities are unknown.

Also! Play the song for the end!

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America's Group

Thankfully Russia, China, Netherlands, and America began to heal. Soon enough their wounds had fully disappeared. However, since Japan had been wounded from the explosion, his wounds still haven't healed yet.

"Hey Japan, how've you been holding up?" America asked.

Japan gave a weak smile.

"I am alright. Just a small gash is all. The bleeding stopped a little while ago." Japan answered, clutching his side.

"Aiya! Why is this happening?? What do the robbers want?!" China shouted.

Japan shook his head.

"I do not know. They never said why they were doing this..." Japan muttered, trailing off.

"Hm. Then why don't we just ask them?" America grinned.

Suddenly America dashed down the hallway, tackling a robber into a wall. Everyone just stared at him dumbfounded.

"....aiya...." China said, face palming.

"America. Don't you think that was a little too overboard?" Japan sighed.

America grinned.

"Hahaha! No way! I'm just being the hero, ya know!!" He exclaimed.

"Idiot." Netherlands simply muttered.

~2p! Hungary~

"Oh Prussia~ Where art thou?" 2p! Hungary sang as she skipped through the halls.

Hungary gasped in delight as she saw Prussia creeping down the hall gripping his younger brother's arm. 2p! Hungary's lips curled into a sickening grin. She had finally found her beloved Prussia. She wasted no time. Hungary sprinted down the hall and tackled Prussia into a hug. Prussia couldn't help but squeak like an unawesome little girl. Her arms tightened around his waist as she nuzzled her face into his coat.

"Oh Prussia~ I've been looking everywhere for you!" She giggled.

Prussia's face turned paler than it already was. He turned to look at his brother who was slowly reaching for his gun. Hungary scoffed and threw a knife at Germany's hand. Germany let out a cry of pain as he still managed to grab his gun.

"Ah!! Germany!!" Italy shrieked.

Germany waved the Italian off and pulled the knife out and pointed his gun at the red-eyed woman.

"Let go of mein bruder!" The blonde ordered, his stance not wavering despite the blood pouring out of his hand.

2p! Hungary smirked.