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Chapter 11

~Lastly on Hetalia~
~(Name) POV~

"Oh my god! (Name)!?! Don't play chicken! Turn away!" (F/Name) shreks right when the brown van swerved and hit a tree on our left. I looked at the side window to find the man I briefly met at the gas station in the said van.

...sorry but I have to get us out of here...

I thought as I kept going. Not paying attention to two pairs of eyes looking at me.

~Allen's POV~

"Wait where did that grumpy Italian and his lackeys go?" I asked. Taking note only Francois and Oliver's vehicle are here, the minivan missing.

...shit...

~(Name)'s POV~

"On my way back, why?"

"We need to talk" Alfred said with concern and serious tone in his voice.

"Okay see you in forty minutes" I told him.

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~11:10 a.m.~
~3rd POV~

It was a quiet drive to the cabin after fueling up from a gas station that's roughly fifty minute drive away turned to over an hour drive. Due to traffic and tourists being tourists. Driving on the wrong side of the road or are just simply too impatient. Going over the speed limit and driving dangerously around others.

"Stupido fucking traffic!" muttered an angry Italian as he waited impatiently to turn left. With little to no gap in sight between cars on the left side of the road.

"You should have turned when the others did" a man with a Japanese accent mumbled. Scrolling through his phone out of boredom.

"There was no fucking way we'd get by after those idiotas made their turn!" the Italian growled in frustration. Deciding to adjust his tan hat a little before noticing a good sized gap between two cars coming their way.

"Finally!" the Italian shouted. Making the sleeping German wake up and rub his eyes from sleep. Adjusting himself on the passenger seat.

As the Italian started to turn to the dirt road leading to the Frenchman's cabin. A van suddenly pulled out of the dirt road, honked its horn, and speed off on the pavement road.

Within those few minutes both the German and Italian noticed something before the Japanese man bothered to look up from his phone. They both noticed something odd in that vehicle. Something that seems very impossible...yet possible at the same time.

Without thinking twice the Italian turn the minivan around and followed the speed off van. Keeping a close eye on it while trying to figure out if what they saw was truly real and worth their time.

~12:25 p.m.~
~Reader's POV~

I let a sigh escaped my lips as I pulled up to the only handicapped parking available in front of the hotel.

....I need to get these knives off of me ...and clean the cuts properly before....

"Is this a hotel?" (F/Name) asked.

"Yeah, I figured this would be a safe place." I told her just as I shut the engine off.

"So what now?" (F/Name) questions.

"We go in and treat each others wounds once we get to my hotel room. I have more first aid supplies in there than what I packed in my bag." I said. Pressing the button to open the side door. Having the ramp slide out from underneath.