Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH25

"Your asses are mine!" America yelled, ramming the door down. "Imma kill your asses!"

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Frances eyes widened while Prussia paled, he knew this wouldn't end good.

"I-Its not what i-it looks li-" Before France could finish, America landed a punch to his face, sending him to the floor and causing Prussia to jump.

"Holy shit! Calm down America!"

"Never! You raped Iggy!" America growled, kicking France i the side.

"You came in before we could- Holy shit!" Prussia pushed England off him, forgetting they were on the bed and dived out of the way before America could tackle him.

England fell on the floor, hitting his head on the hard wood floor.

'I will end you!" America yelled, jumping off the bed and landing on Prussia. Prussia let out a 'manly' screech, blocking his face from America fist.

"He loved it!" France called out, tackling America to the ground, releasing Prussia from his death spot.

"He doesn't love you!" America shoved France off him, kicking Prussia in his man hood in the process. Prussia fell to his knee, holding his spot while his face turned red.

Prussia groaned, taking a deep breath, "Un-avesome!"

"Oui he does!" America growled in frustration, his eye twitching.

"No he doesn't!" just America said that, his hands were around the French mans neck.

"Vhat zhe hell?" Germany asked, walking into the room with Spain, Romano and Italy. The first thing he saw was Prussia mumbling about how un-awesome America was while clutching his spot for dear life.

"America! I just told you to get England, not kill them!" Spain panicked, trying to pry America from France.

"S-so you r-ratted us o-out!" France chocked out, spots of blood from his nose dripping on the floor.

"Im sorry! I had too!"

Italy and Romano watched as Spain and Germany tried to Pry America off France.

"They hurt my Iggy!" America yelled, Germany holding his back after releasing him form  his death grip on France.

"He isn't yours!" France yelled back. Spain pulled him out of the room while France cursed America out in French.

"Uh...." Italy couldn't muster A word, as his gaze landed on England's unmoved body on the floor, he was on the other side of the bed, only in Italy view.

"Jou need to calm down! right now, look at me!" Germany yelled, America wouldn't listen but struggled to get Germany to let go of him so he could kill Prussia and finish off France.

"I-I...." Romano glanced at his brother, hearing him say something.

"Killig them isn't zhe answer, trust me I've tried!"

'But they hurt him!"

"Ger-Germany..." Italy's eyes began to water, he didn't know if England was dead or not. All he knows was that France and Prussia hurt him.....but why was England saying anything....

"I know zhey did! But breath, just relax and ve vill get zhis situated. Ve don't need Vorld Var three."

"Germany..." They again, didn't hear Italy. The Italian slowly made his way to the Brit, falling to his knees and checking his pulse.

"V-vest..." Prussia groaned, attempting to stand up. He saw Italy, and he knew he had to be the one to tell America.

"Not now Gil!" Germany yelled, keeping his eyes o America.

"Potato Bastard!" Romano stormed over to Germany, slapping him across the face. "Listen to-a your ally!" Germany starred at him confused for a moment, his eyes following Romano finger to Italy, who was behind the bed.

"Italy?" Italy quickly stood up, tears running down his face.

"Vest..." Everyone turned to Prussia, who finally got up to his feet. "I-i zhink....ve over dosed him..."

Americas eyes widened, his jaw clenched. "I-Is he..."

"He is-a over here..." Italy mumbled, his eyes never leaving England's pale face.

Germany let go of America. He watched the American run over to England, crying when he saw him.

America picked him up, his wet tears staining England's face. Without another word to anyone, he carried England out, ignoring all the looks and ignoring Frances calls. He was done with them, all he wanted was England. He loved England, and he would kill for him. But right now, England's life was in his hands, literally, and he wasn't going to let it slip away form him.

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Sorry it took so long, ive been busy. so due to school starting soon, i will probly be updating once or twice a week. But i hope all of you liked this one, i did..... muwhahah, i love murderous America!

The winner form last chapter was- No one!! Lol, yeah that was a hard song...

The song was "Where did the party go" By Fall out boy.

Next song! vvvvvvv

"Here we go back, this is the moment. Tonight is the night, we'll fight till its over. So we put our hands up like the-"

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Guess up~

Also, im working on a new story called "Bermuda (Hetalia Fanfic)"  I hope you all check it out ^U^ It would be awesome!

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