Hetalia One Shots

51 - Part 1

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Bravely those men stood, before the base of Area 51. Big aspirations in mind, big dreams of seeing them aliens. America had been talking about it for months, how we would all bravely storm the base. Germany called the plan outrageous, we all knew he was right. Japan said that joining the raid would help establish alliances, and find new technologies. All I wanted was a bowl of pasta, and a kiss from Germany good night. But now, I ready the rocks in my hands to throw. The plan America said, was to not harm anyone with these precious stones. Staring down at the rock in hand, I smile, knowing I would never be able to get a lethal hit no matter what I throw at the enemy.

Very soon, Russia would be hacking into the systems along with his Baltic states. A message would be sent by Latvia, running across the soon to be a war zone, risking his life to tell us the attack was to start. Japan and his army of naruto runners would run towards the base, as the rest of us got into formation to enter.

Romano, who sat next to me sighed, flipping the rock in his hand. "Spain is such a jerk leaving me here with you losers. He's probably having fun with that potato bastard" Romano remarked. I frowned, It makes me feel how pasta probably feels when it's being boiled when my brother says mean things about Germany. Germany is my best friend after all!

The dry landscape was eerily silent, us raiders were all still, waiting and calculating. Not even Romano's angrily mumblings were enough to distract us from the moments ahead.

This was September 20th, 2019.

A young boy ran, in front of the base, he ran as fast as his small legs could carry him. Sweat trailed down the side of his soft face, he ran to where the naruto runners were gathered in formation.

Japan smiled at the young boy, he stopped and caught his breath. "Mr... Japan!" He puffed. "Take your time, catch your breath." Latvia breathed heavily, the quiet Japanese man passed him a bottle of water. Latvia drank some water, making sure the bottle didn't touch his lips. "Mr Japan. Russia has sent me to let you know the Kyles are beginning their attack.. Sir."

Japan nodded at Latvia, a serious expression on his face. "Has the south battalion been alerted?" Japan asked. Latvia nodded. "How about the rock throwers?" Latvia shook his head. Japan turned around to another member of his battalion. A small male, with a long brown ponytail wielding a wok and a spoon. This was China, a special member of the battalion. China was supposed to work with America's squad but China couldn't be bothered. "China," Japan started, "we need you to alert the rock throwers that the attack shall be starting soon." China nodded and ran towards the hill where the rock throwers were situated.

France, who was leading the rock throwers, greeted China calmly and passed him a small package of food for his efforts. France stood before us all and smiled. "D'accord! Prepare those rocks guys! Remember, don't actually hurt anyone!" Romano groaned at the order. I prepared my rocks. The Kyles must have begun their attack due to the armed forces gathering around the base. We threw the rocks in an attempt to slow down the inevitable bloodshed.

The scene was a mess.

A bloody, gruesome mess.

Hundreds and hundreds of people ran towards the base, getting gunned down on their way. The naruto runners, led by Japan, sped across the battlefield. America's shouting could be heard clearly even though he was quite far away. A bullet flew towards America, but a man Naruto ran at it and deflected it with their sword just in time. The man thrust their sword into the body of the one who fired the bullet. "Thanks man.." America said, sighing. Japan smiled slightly, "No problem, America-san" he said, before naruto running away.

"I can't stand this!" France exclaimed. "I'm going in there! Who's with me?" I stood up, everyone looked at me. "Little brother?" France scoffed. "You're utterly useless, you're just throwing your life away!" I held my white flag tightly, avoiding France's intense eye contact.

"Germany's down there!" I stated loudly. France just laughed.

"And what will you do, Italy? Surrender and ruin the hopes of us all?"

I shook my head, looked up and strengthened my stance.

"No! France! I will fight! I don't care if my flag is stained red! I will fight with Germany! He said we're going to see those aliens!"

Surprisingly, my fellow rock throwers stood with me. "To see them aliens!" They began to cheer. We charged, and joined in the blood shed.

I found him. I found Germany! Running away from Romano, who would much rather be with Spain, I ran towards the tall muscular man. "Italy? Why did you break from formation?" Germany asked sternly. "Captain France told us to join the battle!" I smiled, hugging onto Germany's arm. He pushed me away and sighed. "Well, I guess you can back me up. Where's your weapon?" Germany asked. I held up my flag proudly. "It will have to do" Germany sighed. "Follow me." Happily, I followed Germany as he moved to a spot behind boxes.

"We will be safe from gun fire here. Now, we need a plan of what to do next." I nodded, not really understanding. It was nice listening to Germany talk, his accent was kinda hot. It's a shame that I don't know what he's talking about. If he talked about pasta I would understand him better! "Let's find Japan!" I said, Germany stared at me for a second, and then smiled.

"Wow, there is something going on in that brain of yours. Looking out for your allies is always a good plan!"

Everything is a lesson with Germany!

I then followed Germany into the uncertainty of battle.