Divided || A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 14

Australia's face darkened and clenched his fists. They were intending to sneak past The Walls and blatantly disregarding the wishes of countries from the continent of Asia. 

"How dare they," he spat.

He narrowed his eyes, mind made up and called the Nation that could help him. He tapped his fingers impatiently, waiting for the call to connect.

"Hello?" a melodic voice grumbled.

A shark-like grin bloomed on the Australian's face.

This was going to be good.

***

Philippines was giving a tour of a region to Japan, her Ate Indonesia and Ate Malaysia, Taiwan, and Hong Kong. They were currently at an improved park in one of the cities.

"Um, Philippines-san? What exactly are they playing?" Japan asked, stopping and stared at a group of people passing a ball to each other using a mixture of moves with their kicks and elbows.

"Hm?" Philippines made to look at where Japan, and the others now, were staring. Then she clapped her hands and sent them a wide smile.

"Is that----?" Indonesia squinted at the group. "It's Sepak Takraw!" Philippines replied to Japan, before running towards the group.

The eyes of her two sisters lit up and ran towards the group playing Sepak Takraw. Thus, leaving three bewildered East Asians.

Sepak Takraw? mouthed Taiwan to her brothers, to which her brothers just shrugged because they were also confused. However, all three were intrigued of the game.

They walked closer to where the MaPhilIndo sisters ran. What they saw made them drop their jaws except for Hong Kong, his eyes just widened.

The sisters were unleashing a series of powerful kicks which the other people surprisingly returned with equal fervour.

Needless to say, it was pretty intense.

The three East Asians' eyes flew back and forth, following the path of the odd brown ball they were playing with until their heads spun.

"Game over!" a man called out from the sidelines. The sisters and the group of people instantly stopped playing, sweat dripping down their forms and panting out puffs of air.

"Good game," they said to Malaysia, Indonesia, and Philippines. "Good game," the three sisters echoed, still beaming and flushed red from the game.

After saying farewells and a promise to come back for another game, they reunited with another set of sibling trio.

"What was that?" Hong Kong asked, eyebrow raised.

"That," Indonesia replied, "was Sepak Takraw. It's English name, well, roughly translated, is kick volleyball. The mechanics are like beach volleyball, but played with a more lightweight wooden ball and played on concrete. Actually, you can play it at the beach. Sepak Takraw isn't really a picky sport."

"Huh. Mind teaching us that later?" he asked, mildly curious. "Yes!" Philippines cheered, clapping her hands with excitement.

***

"And are you sure this man could get us in?" Germany raised an eyebrow, sending a doubtful look at the redhead.

"Yeah, yeah. Hugh can get anywhere at anytime. Just ask your brother and Hungary. They've used his services before, dating back to the first World War," replied Cassidy, tapping her fingers impatiently.

What? Since World War 1? Canada mouthed to England, a shocked look on his face.

"You might know him," she continued, ignorant of the looks of disbelief behind her, "because he went and used different names for each country."

"Oh yeah, he used Hugo in France once. He was really subtle about it," Hungary grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"He used Ronald for England though, and Miguel for Spain," Prussia added. "He used the most common names in the current country during that time," he informed the other countries.

"I don't care if he's a name-changer. Can he get us in or what?" England snarked.

"Oh, he definitely can," Hungary assured, a smirk on her face. The others shivered when Prussia also gave a feral grin.

***

Snow fell heavily from the sky, small patches of the sun emerging from behind the clouds.

A lone figure wearing dark clothes trudged through the snow, bundled up from head to toe. Although, lightly clothed compared to those new to the harshness of a Siberian country.

The figure stopped in front of a grand mansion and pushed against the heavy entrance, the door barely opening but enough space for her to slip in.

"Hello, sister," Ukraine greeted, smiling at the figure. The person pushed back their hood, revealing a woman with dark blue eyes and pale blonde hair. Her face would've been aristocratically beautiful if it wasn't for the deep frown on her face.

"Hello," the newcomer absently replied, looking around.

"What made you come all the way here?" the busty woman asked, tilting her head to the side to stare at her sister from head to toe. Belarus sent her sister a smirk, to which the other woman flinched.

"A certain Southerner asked for help. I would need your assistance and Brother Russia's," the younger drawled. "Help with what?" Belarus inquired, confused.

"Let's just say some don't often respect the wishes of others."

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AYYYYYYYY WHAT'S UP

(SUPER) BELATED MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

But guys, I have share.

GUESS WHO PASSED THEIR ACET AND IS GOING TO ADMU ????

If you said my cousin, you're wrong. IT'S ME. 

The results were announced a few weeks ago, January 5 to be accurate, and I got in. It still feels surreal and is truly a blessing because I had to take the ACET the morning after we buried my father so it was a terrible time for me to take such a serious entrance exam and I wasn't going to take din talaga since my original exam sched clashed with the time of his burial. So we had to resched kasi sayang entrance fee eh (P600 pucha huhu).

ACTUALLY, my mom and I weren't expecting for me to actually pass because I didn't do reviews or anything tbh.

BUT ANYWAY VOTE + COMMENT IF YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER 💋