Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 14: Different sides of the Field.

I still don't own hetalia... so ja, zis is ze truth.... Ima gonna eat your fire... then ima make you mah woman...

I'm going to eat your cat....... 5 cats for 5 deutchmarks at my store!!

((I hate doing this bit, beings as I have turkish friends, but I hate what turkey does, so..i guess I'll do it.

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Hetalia, Found You!

Chapter 13: Different Sides of the Field.

Ilvero Amore's POV.

"Hey Greece, how about we go see-" I was cut off by Turkey. He grabbed the front of Greeces jacket and pulls him slightly onto the balls of is feet.

"What are you doing here, Greece?!" He asks with a sneer. I raise an annoyed eyebrow.

"I could ask you the same thing..." He riplied, seemingly oblivious to the threatening hold Turkey had on him. This annoyed me to no end, so I step up and grab Turkey's wrist.

"Let. Go. Of. Him." I say through my teeth, venom dripping in my voice. I squeeze his wrist and he lets go of Greece, pulling his damaged limb to his chest in a protective manner. He glares at me, and I gladly return the favor.

"You wanna start, *****?!" He spits in my face. Japan and Greece step back from the killer intent that is rolling off me.

"Sure, why don't you make my day..." I growl out. He smirks confidently, and I look to a store window to have a look what weapons there are. A vast aray of-

"Did you forget about me?" Turkey taunts. Something cold and long (OHONHON!!! ok... *does a canada) presses against my neck, and gulp slightly, yet it was barely noticable. I look him straight in the eye as he lowers his sword slightly, aimed at my heart.

"Such bad skills, what a dissapointment.

'What a dissapointment...'

'Dissapointment ' 

I tense slghtly, and glare at him through cold eyes, hatred shining clearly in them. Japan steps forward slightly, but does nothing.

"You. Me. 2 O'clock, the border of France and Germany." I tell him. It was the perfect place to fight; no one ever goes through there.

"Deal." He says curtly. I turn my back to him, and walk off slightly.

"See you on the battlefield." I tell him coldly.

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I stare at the man across the field with cold eyes. He grips his sword loosely at his side, the end touching the floor, totally relaxed.

"What, no weapon?" He asks me, as if talking to a child. I grit my teeth, but then let it go. He wants to make you reckless through anger. Ignore it.

"Who said I didn't have a weapon?" I asked, pulling a white handled katana from under me waist length white cloak. My white tight fitting suit clung to me neatly, and professionally. The sound of the metal against metal as the sword was draw made a creepy, bone-chilling smile spread across my lips.

"They lied." I finish menacingly. I made sure my posture was relaxed but tense, calm but ready to spring at any sudden attacks.

He charges forward, and I hold my sword tighter in my hands. He was going for the straight down.

I hold my sword out horizontal, the clash of the metal resounded in the field. He drew back again, but this time he went for my feet. I jump over the blade, and place my hand on the floor after it.