The Darkness of the World (Hetalia fanfic)

Water, Headaches, and Hand Grenades

In the tent, Izzy's POV. Next Morning. 

I was awoken with a bucket's worth of cold water to my face. 

"F*CK!" I shouted. "LIZI-CHAN, YOU ARE SO DEAD!" I leaped out of bed and tackled... America?

He was laughing like an idiot. "Good morning to you too, dude. You should've seen your face! AHAHAHA!"

"Yeah yeah." I rolled off of him. "Just do that again and I'll shoot you. Where's Elise?"

"Psch. She's at breakfast because she's all early riserly, and so's the jerky limey. But Brit woke me up, and I was feeling totally like, bored and lazy so I decided to wake you up. Aren't you glad you did? Spending time with the Hero is like, way better than sleeping!"

"Tell that to my brain," I yawned. I was pooped. "What time is it?"

"Five-fifty."

"Urgh," I moaned. "I can't believe you're evn up right now."

America shrugged. My stomach growled.

"Let's go, you." I grabbed America's hand and started pulling. "I'm starved."

~

"FOOD!" America yelled, slammming down his tray.

"Food indeed," Elise rolled her eyes. "Why're you guys up so early? Germany put a note at all the tents saying we could sleep in a little."

America shrunk under my death glare. "This little thing woke me up," I growled. "But same to you- and where's our schizophrenic friend?" (A/N: Schizophrenia is a mental condition that alters one's perception of reality... Izzy calls Britain this teasingly because of flying mint bunny and his other magical friends)

Elise shifted worriedly. "Well, he and I arrived at the same time. We ate breakfast together..." 

"D'awww."

"SHUT UP! Do you want me to tell you what's up or not?"

"Sure, Belarus." 

Elise ignored the comment. "But he had a really bad headache and he didn't really sound well, so he left for his tent. I'm really worried about him."

I frowned. This was bad news. America however didn't seem worried. "Dude, it's no big deal. It's probably just a cold, and if it is, I'll bring him the Hero's cure!" He grinned.

"Yeah," Elise muttered. "I'm sure he'd  just love waking to a hamburger on his head."

"I'd love to see his face," I laughed. 

"It would be funny," Elise admitted. 

America beamed. "That's totally awesome dudes! Who wants to-"

"OI! YOU THREE!" Someone yelled. "Come on now, you're going to be late!" I looked at the clock and sighed. 

Let the torture begin. 

Out on the field~ Elise's POV 

"FIRE!" Switzerland shouted. 

Smoke and sound erupted. I missed completely, and grunted in frustration. Izzy was a great shot. I missed every time. 

Every. Single. Time. 

"I hate rifles," I muttered. 

"FIRE!"

Miss. Again. 

"Impossible. Frigging impossible." I muttered. 

"Having trouble?" Switzerland was standing over me. 

"I don't know how you manage this thing," I sighed. 

"Nonsense," Switzerland snorted. "A rifle has the potential to become anybody's best friend. One just needs to know how to use it. FIRE!"

The people around me fired. Switzy crouched down next to me. "Load," he ordered. "Aim." I complied, focusing on the target. Switzy dropped his voice and positioned me, lowering my head and positioned my shoulders. 

"Now," he said, "Imagine the things in your life that make you angry and scared. I want you to envision them- right in front of that target." I closed my eyes, and the images started to flash through my mind. 

Mark, the perverted Asian at our school who constantly tried to tear my friends and I apart.

Alexis Burris, whose voice was constantly filled with  city-girl venom.

Karly and Kayla Allen, who started a rumor I was lesbian.

All the other plastic girls with their plastic faces who always did everything parfetcly. 

Switzerland's voice cut in. "I want you to keep that anger right at the back of your mind. Let it sharpen your senses." My eyes flew open. Everything was in icy clarity. "Don't even breathe."

"Now," he whispered. 

"Fire."

Dead center hit. 

"EXCELLENT!" Swizterland roared. "I want to see more shots like THOSE!" He slapped my back in approcal and left to help someone else. 

I tried. I really did. But none of the other shots were as good. Soon however, I was saved by Germany booming, "Everyone cease fire!" When he was sure he had everyone's attention, he said, "It's time you learned how to use a hand grenade. Now come here."

The countries, Izzy, and I gathered round. 

"Now," he instructed. "Zis is very simple. You simply pull out the pin-" he did so, "und throw it." A faraway explosion after he chucked it. "You vill line up und use practice grenades. After you are finished, you are done for today." 

Everything went smoothly after that. I somehow ended up in thr front, and Izzy second-to-last, so I waited after my resonably respectable throw. Izzy threw, and guess who was last. 

Italy.

Izzy hugged me when she finished. "Jealous of my grenade-thowing skills, Lizi-chan?" She whispered. 

"More jealous of how awesome your throw is gonna look compared to the nimrod behind you," I snickered. 

But Isab and I were both astounded as Italy pulled out the pin-

And threw it in a high, perfect arc. 

Everyone stood in shock.

"VEEEEE!!!!" Italy squealed. "I DID IT! I DID IT DID YOU SEE?!?" He was soon congratulated by everyone. Well, almost everyone. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Italy wasn't meant to handle grenades. His innocence... made him... him. A pasta loving, naieve idiot, but he drove us all nuts and kept us sane at the same time. His innocence kept him from war... and he'd just... thrown a grenade.

Italy would be capable of anything now. 

I felt sick to my stomach. I didn't even go to dinner. Only one thought replayed over and over. 

Something is wrong.

Something is very, very wrong.

A/N

I AM LAZY.

Okay, there was going to be foreshadowing part, but I SUCK at foreshadowing. That and suddenly my existence had started to revolve around rp... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. *coughcough* Yeah. Love, Lizi-chan.