A World Class Thief Vs. Hetalia

Chapter 32

You were undee fire from all directions. Your cousins and others were growing weaker because you had no backup. You want into the first floor hoping you could escape this little hell on earth. You silently ran by the gunshots and when you made it near the out entrace a cold sensation send shivers through your spine.

"Don't move or I'll shot." The American accent that you could recognize from anywhere said behind. You put your arms up mocking a surrender.

"Alfred Jones what brings you out here in the country?" A ruff hand jerked you around, forcing you to gaze in his eyes.

"You." He pulled out some handcuffs and could barely hold back the laugh. Was he for real?

"Aw, I didn't know you felt like that for me~", you laughed at his flushered face.

"What?! No! Is not like that! I didn't mean it to come out like that!" You chuckled it was far too easy to mess with the 'hero.'

Then someone busted through the door. "Alfred are you ready?" It was Arthur and behind him was the others.

"Yeah is just--" He never got to finished because gunshots suddenly rang across the building, they found themselves diving for cover in the same spot. All you wanted was to get the hell away from here, because your family was probably miles away from here.

You sighed and looked for possible exists. You already started pickpocketing the handcuffs. You remembered that your cousin's motorcycle was in the back. You had one chance and you took it when fire was ceased. You shot up and ran through the rumbles of what was left of the house.

"Hey! Wait!" Voices acreamed behind you as gunshots started again. By now you were half way to freedom, and of course by that time they brought heaven down with bullets. A sudden pain in your side bured through your body. You ignored it and closed the door behind you as you see the motorcycle. You sighed, knowing that your cousin is stupid enough to lead the keys were everyone could see them, but this time it saved your life.

You start it and relive instanly but you when you heard the motor start. You temporally wrap a piece of qh7te cloth around your wound, hoping to slow down the blood at least. The fire outside hasn't stopped and you grab the so called anti-bullet vest. You had to take some risk no?