Divided || A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 12

"You're asking me to what now?"

"Smuggle us inside United Asia."

The woman sighed heavily and rubbed her face tiredly, a stubborn Hungary and a smirking Prussia in front of her. Along with the other men looking around the room with curious looks.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to find you ways to get past an impenetrable fortress wall thing just for you guys to see if they're really doing well?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at them.

Everybody nodded, determined eyes trained on her.

"Yeah, no," she bluntly denied, turning around to face her computer. Protests immediately erupted after her rejection. The woman childishly clapped her hands over her ears and sang loudly.

"Come on, Cass! You know you love the awesome me!" Prussia lamented, draping himself over her shoulders. 'Cass' growled and shrugged him off. "Stop butchering my name, you asshat!" she reprimanded the albino, fixing her hair back into a ponytail.

Hungary massaged her forehead, willing that telltale beginning of a migraine away. "Cassidy, listen. We are desperate, and they were unwilling to attend peace talks and negotiations with us," the brunette confessed, distress evident in her tone and body language.

That elicited the redhead's sympathy but she forced herself to stay strong. She was successful until she saw the pleading faces of Prussia and America, there and then that her resolve broke.

"Okay, fine!" she relented, throwing her hands up in the air in defeat. She immediately regretted it the moment Prussia and America became their cheery selves again, and groaned loudly.

"You mean it?" Hungary asked, hands clasping Cassidy's in excitement. The other woman felt a shiver of dread upon seeing the look in the brunette's eyes.

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The loud whirring of machines nearly deafened Malaysia and Timor Leste, their hair whipping across their faces and falling into disarray due to the strong wind.

"Ate Malaysia and Timor Leste, over here!"

Both dark brunettes turned to the source of the voice, having a flash of envy upon seeing Philippines' hair — hair longer than theirs — in a neat high ponytail.

Why didn't they think of that?

Nonetheless, they walked towards the other dark haired woman while trying to tame their hair. They gratefully took Indonesia's offer of hair ties, the (slightly!) older woman's hair in her usual chignon; having ditched her low ponytail and braid years ago.

"Thank you," both women said gratefully, tying their hair in a bun or ponytail. Indonesia just smiled at them, and turned her attention back to the man in front with a ramrod straight back dressed as a General. General of what exactly, is the question.

He had shot them a reprimanding glare before clearing his throat.

"As I was saying before, we had finally finished training the youths you have chosen to commandeer the Knightmares of your country," his voice boomed, hands behind his back and feet apart. Barely after finishing his last word, Knightmares flew out of their compartments.

The mouths of the personifications dropped open in awe as the machines flew over their heads in sync, organized in groups, and in formation.

All of a sudden, levitating robots started attacking the Knightmares. Indonesia almost felt her heart stop, fearing for the Knightmares which had broken their formation.

That fear, however, was unfounded since the Knightmares broke their formation to do what they had to do.

Attack and defend.

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Italy hummed to himself, foot tapping and hands painting, while Romano cooked their lunch; a grilled sausage and eggplant parmigiano pizza.

They made a picturesque scene; identical Italian twins in leisure bathed in the warm afternoon sun from the floor-to-ceiling windows of their home. However, the arrival of another person will just make it more picturesque.

An emerald-eyed blonde girl with petite stature entered their home, a steaming apple pie in her hands.

"Good afternoon, big brothers Italy and Romano," she greeted, a kind smile on her lips. "Big brother and I want to give you this as a peace offering and thanks for finally being neutral. Well, that was more of the words of big brother and I just wanted to give you this," she continued, smile still in place.

"Grazie, Liechtenstein!" Italy said, abandoning his painting for the meantime and bounding towards the young girl (almost woman) to accept the pie. "Brother, brother! Thank her too!" the Northern twin reprimanded the Southern.

Romano just grunted and continued cooking.

"How rude," Italy scoffed, having already put down the pie in their kitchen island. "It's okay, big brother Italy," Liechtenstein said, placating Italy. The man just pouted.

"Fine. Thank you for the pie, Liechtenstein. Now, I'm sure your older brother is looking for you if you don't arrive home in time," Romano said, still concentrating on the pasta.

"Oh yes, another thing also made me come here," Liechtenstein said absently, rummaging in her messenger bag, "Big brother Switzerland was chosen as United Asia's sole European contact. He just received a general report from them. Since Japan and Philippines were close to big brother Italy and big brother Romano respectively, he told me you two would like to see them first before he attends an EU meeting in a few weeks' time."

The twins froze in their actions, Romano's ladle clattering to the ground. Both stared at the thick sheaf of papers in the blonde's hands.

"May I?" Italy asked, hands shaking uncharacteristically. She, of course, handed them wordlessly.

"They are always with us in spirit, big brother Italy," she said, repeating what her big brother Switzerland told her.

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HELLO, ONE AND ALL!

IT HAS BEEN EXACTLY TWO MONTHS AND A DAY SINCE MY LAST UPDATE, and I hope you are satisfied with this update because the Knightmares are finally featured! 😊

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