Hetalia One Shots

The phone call - Ameripan

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This chapter contains some foul language, contains violence and has some confronting themes. Please don't read if you dislike that kinda thing!

That phone call kept replaying in Japan's mind. America was no stranger to weird phone messages but this one was different. The sound of America's voice kept playing over in the back of Japan's mind. "Japan, I need help, there's this thing..." and that's where it ended. All could be heard after that was confusing static, and what japan now believed to be America screaming. If something was truly wrong, he would have called the police right? But the tone of his voice was different. Something was wrong, definitely and horribly wrong.

Japan arrived at America's house, on the outside it looked the same as always. He knocked on the door, there was no answer. Japan knocked again, and the door slowly opened. Something was definitely wrong. Usually, America would swing the door open and start warmly greeting his friend, instead, there was silence. Nobody was at the door, and the lights were off. "America?" Japan asked awkwardly into the darkness, expecting this all to be a stupid prank. Japan stepped into the dimly lit house. The door slammed behind him, he turned around quickly. There was quiet laughter, and then, darkness.

Japan woke up slowly, blinking his eyes a bit. He expected himself to be in his own bed, thinking the past events were just a dream. But unfortunately, this experience was real. Japan was seated on a wooden chair, with his arms and legs tied to it. A piece of duct tape was stuck over his mouth. Japan wasn't quite sure where he was exactly, it did look like it was in America's house. It was likely a storage room, due to the old stuff and large collections of dust having built up over years of neglect.

Japan's eyes scanned the room, a calm look were inside his brown eyes. The rope around his ankles and wrists were tight, there was no hope of wriggling free. Calling out for help was not the most honourable way of escape, but even that was not an option. Japan knew, he would be patient against his captor. This person was certainly not America, for they had clearly assessed the situation and prepared with some great care. Japan knows he's entered a game of wit, he knows he won't lose. Patience always wins, for that is the way of the samurai.

Or something.

Japan would have let a small grin form on his face if it wasn't for the tape over his mouth. It was times like this where you had to stay strong. But this courage would not last long. The ominous laughter seemed to force all the strength Japan had managed to gather away. The laughter was similar to America's, but it was higher in pitch and slightly, demonic. Japan turned his head around trying to see where the noise was coming from. His hands fiddled around a bit behind his back in an attempt to untie the rope.

"I wouldn't be trying that if I was you" the voice called out. Japan's hands dropped, his body was shaking slightly. The voice was so similar to America's, but so different. Japan took a deep breath and took mental notes about everything. The voice started talking again, the door opened slowly.

A small, round ball with glasses on it was bounding slowly towards japan. It's face was similar to America's. "You've come to try to save your precious America, haven't you?" The creatures voice was definitely the one he had heard previously. Japan tried to talk, but was still unable too. "You seem to really care about that stupid human, such a shame" the mochi creature bounded onto Japan. He wanted to flick it away, but he couldn't move. His body twitched slightly in a pitiful attempt to get rid of the creature. The mochi grabbed the tape in its own mouth, and ripped it off in one movement. The mochi was now on the floor. Japan spoke softly, "what have you done to America?" Those were not the words Japan expected to say. He began to panic, his emotions were taking over. His head, full of logic, was trying to regain its control, but his heart was being stubborn. "Your friend is dead! And with him gone and you out of the way I can now take over the world!" Mochi America said, smiling. America was dead? No.. He couldn't be, right? Japan didn't know what to think, he just knew that now he was unable to think. Tears started forming in his eyes, "you bastard!" Japan yelled. He was panicking more now, he was acting disgraceful and out of character. He tried to tell himself to stop, but he couldn't. "How dare you try to threaten me with your lies! That is extremely dishonourable!"

The mochi laughed.

"I still remember his final moments.."

The mochi began to tell his story.

It was a normal morning, America started off his day with a nice cup of coffee. After that, he began hearing some rather strange noises. To be safe, he decided he'd call Japan when things started getting really weird. And that's all America remembered from before everything happened. He was just on the phone, when everything suddenly went black. When he opened his eyes he was on his bedroom floor, with his hands tied behind his back. How could a villain had gotten into his house so easily?

"Show yourself, Villain!" America called out. One of Estonia's mochi things emerged from the shadows wielding a weapon of some sort. The mochi laughed as he sliced America's skin with the weapon, to make the pain worse, a horrific looking hand sprouted from the mochi's body, and punched America in the nose. He remained silent. The mochi was unimpressed with the lack of reaction. Gently setting the weapon down, he approached his human counterpart. "You'll never get to eat a hamburger again!" The mochi exclaimed. Panic settled into America's eyes. America screamed, the mochi placed the deformed hand over his mouth, the mochi continued to torture the poor American. America looked to be on the edge of the death, "please, just stop." America said, his voice lacking it's usually obnoxious quality. He had surrendered. His eyes closed, his whispered "Japan.." under his breath. He exhaled heavily and the ropes loosened around his hands.

Japan hung his head. It must be true, America must really be dead. Japan yelled out in anguish, tears were falling messily all over his face. His movements were intense as he wriggled in the chair trying to break free, he didn't care about his own safety. He wanted to make the mochi creature pay for his crimes.

Suddenly, a tall figure was standing in the door way. They had a powerful stance, in one hand they held a cage. Japan's teary eyes lightened up, he was alive! And it was true, there stood the bloodied and beaten but very alive, America. America lifted the mochi and threw it into the small metal cage. "Did he hurt you?" America asked, placing the cage on a shelf and untying the ropes on Japan. "I am ok." America helped his friend up, and hugged him really tight. Japan was still unsure what to do in this situation, but there was something extremely comforting about being in America's arms, even if he did smell like blood and death. "Dude, you're crying!" America said, Japan shook his head and said nothing. The mochi angrily banged on the bars of the cage. "You're supposed to be dead you hamburger eating loser!" The mochi exclaimed. America smiled, and laughed. "You can never defeat the great hero America!"

Japan sighed, he didn't know how America could be ok after everything that happened. But it didn't matter. Everything was ok now.