American Mystery (Hetalia Fanfiction)

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Updates, updates, updates! Soccer was cancelled today because of the rain, so I think I'll have time to add another chapter. This chapter should wrap most things up, and the next one will be to tie this all up neatly in a bow. 

America fidgeted from side by side, nervous. His hands were twitching, and he was regretting throwing his beloved hand guns out on the dirt like that. He wanted to shoot something. Preferably himself. At least that way, he wouldn't have to endure the lecture that was sure to come.

And sure enough, his boss took care of his expectations. Grabbing America's ear tightly, he addressed the other nations. 

"Hello, countries," he said shortly. "I will be back as soon as I am done... dealing with my nation."

America squeaked as the President walked out of the room, holding his ear as hostage. He looked at his soldiers pleadingly, but they shook their heads a regretful no. Another quick pull from his boss caused him to stumble out of the meeting room and into another. He quietly whispered quick prayers, hoping he would survive his boss's lecture.

The soldiers, for their part, were looking guilty. Some were mumbling and sighing, others were kicking the wall. And yet others were shooting the table, glaring at the surface as if its very existence was the source of all their problems.

The nations and the American soldiers stayed in complete silence. It was only broken when Prussia exclaimed, "You're all Americans! Shouldn't you be talking by now?"

A female soldier loaded her gun and shot at the Prussian, smirking as she saw it hit his torso. Prussia yelped and held his side. 

Prussia scowled. "What was that for?"

The soldier scowled in turn. "To tell you to shut up!"

Prussia was taken aback. She reminded him of Hungary, only more American and armed with a gun instead of a frying pan.

Her comrade grabbed her shoulders and hissed, "Jay, we don't need to start a war! You don't want Al to get hurt, do you?"

She deadpanned, "The Prussian isn't even a nation anymore. He can't hurt us or Alfred. Al's safe."

"But the German is, and he's the Prussian's brother."

"Fuck the Germans! We're Americans! We can beat them, any day, any place!"

Germany's eye twitched. "Excuse me?"

The female soldier swirled around and growled, stalking up to Germany. "You heard me."

That's when the fists came out. Prussia had smacked the American soldier, and two of her friends joined the fray against the nation. Others- nations and soldiers alike- joined the brawl. Some nations- like Japan and China- chose to watch from afar. China was enjoying the fight, going around making bets and gathering money. Japan was taking pictures. 

The soldiers that didn't join the fight were sitting in a circle and discussing what to do about America. 

"He's going to mope again. You know how he hates lectures," one stated.

"Serves him right! Crashing into a building, revealing his identity, and worrying all of us to death! I say he deserves it! Let 'im take it like a man!" Another argued.

"But Al's nineteen! He ain't no man!" yet another insisted.

"Tch," another scoffed. "You're right about that. That's why we're here; to protect the stupid kid from dying at every turn. He doesn't need to be a man with us around."

"Aw, we all know you love him," a soldier teased. "Heh. Cute."

"Shut up, Rick."

The last soldier in the group sighed. "Listen up. When we get back to D.C, us and everyone else'll take Alfred for some custard at that place around the corner. Then we'll shoot him until he learns not to leave us like that again. And then, if we're feeling nice, we'll lock him in the White House for all eternity so he can't go around crashing in those planes of his. Got it?"