Hetalia WIP Graveyard

A Faceless Society

A/N This one is a hot mess because I was trying to rewrite it but stopped so...ya

Ch 1 Die Hexa

Jakarta had entered the war only a few days after the americans. The small island nation, no matter how many deals they cut, always had the germans still cross a line. Germany had refused to stop flying over the nation and worse had started dog fights with the allies over them. Jakarta's solution was to shoot every plane down. The allies immediately stopped upon request and the germans stopped for a short period of time but they were soon back at it. War seemed to be the only language the germans spoke to the jakartians.

(Name)'s parents had signed their child up for the military months before she was even born. She was raised to be a soldier, like many of her school mates. She was raised on a base and taught by the country's finest. By the time she turned 18 she was a lean, mean, fighting machine was ranked Lieutenant. The war broke out and she had climb the ranks by then. She had fought to lead her own special team to get the enemy. Once Jakarta joined forces with the allies, (Name) was assigned to base with a hodgepodge of nationalities. She was quick to make her own crew and assemble them from the base. She answered to general and the general alone. Her crew, Midnight Valor, consisted of seven people including herself.

In order to sooth the americans, they allowed Alfred F Jones, a fly boy from New York, to lead. The brits sent Arthur Kirkland, MI6's best german impersonator or so he claimed. Ivan Braginski was sent by the Soviets, though no one knew why. Mattheu Williams just showed up one day, and (Name) never questioned the Canadian sniper. (Name) and the boys picked up Francis Bonnefoy and Yao Wang in a nazi prison before they were transferred to Berlin. Francis was arrested for selling fake art to the nazis while Yao had been convicted of poisoning water supplies for the troops. Together the misfits traveled across Europe killing off the Nazis. The group was more effective than the Einsatzgruppen.

"You see here's the problem," Alfred explained to the five Nazis, that were laying on the group, "I owe miss Hexa here 500 Nazi's before she lets me fly a plane again. And let me tell you, I've been itching to fly since y'all shot me down," Alfred smiled, as walked past the shaking germans.

"So either, you tell me how many germans are over on that side of the forest or I get closer to flying a plane. So what will it be your blood or the names," he stood in front of the head german.

"Ehre ist mehr wert als mein Blut," the german spat.

"What did he say?" Alfred looked over to Arthur.

"His honor is worth more than his blood," Arthur explained. Alfred left out a laugh, and the rest of the team did too. They all knew what was coming.The germans gave out an awkward chuckle unsure what is happening.

"Ivan," cooed (Name), "these boys are gonna make one hell of a show," she laughed out. Ivan, who had been standing on the other side of the ditch, slowly walked up and over the hill and down to where the german laid. Francis and Yao dragged the leader away from his men, as the others helped the germans sit up. Ivan came down to the ditch, a metal pipe in hand dragging behind him. The laughter from the germans died out. Ivan walked up to the leader and both him and Alfred looked over to (Name).

"Last chance," (Name) offered. The german spat. Down came Ivan's pipe. The german never stood a chance. As the group stood around and watched the show the others tried to escape. Mattheu was quick to gun them down. Only one remained.

"That one's up next," Ivan pointed his bloodied pipe to a young snow haired soldier. Yao and Francis pulled him forwards to Alfred.

"English?" he asked. The man shook his head no.