Warning: None, surprisingly. Unless Prussia and Iggy's language counts.

6: Heroes & Cons

I felt the words form in my mouth.

"I… I surrender. Just, please… don't hurt me."


Damn… Another shot dodged! I hate having Finland as an opponent. He's sniping and I'm out in the open! If I could just pinpoint those shots…


My eyes traced paths toward a nearby rooftop. If he's there then… I quickly darted behind a nearby wall. After that, I slowly made my way toward what should be Finland's post. Making sure I wouldn't run out of ammo, I reloaded. A few steps before the top, I heard something sink into the stone roofing. I took the last step to the top and was poised and ready, but…

"Gone, dammit!"

I woke up to the sound of America and Prussia arguing.

Rubbing my eyes, I blinked at the arguing pair in front of me.

"But he-"

"'But he' my ass Alfred! The boy is nice and fine, so shut up already! So what if he tried to slit you twice in a row! If he's nice here, it doesn't matter alright?"

"Guys? What's going on?" I asked while putting my glasses on.

"Ve~! You're awake!"

My eyes widened a bit. I… Italy?

I heard the stairs creak. I guess all the commotion between bro and Prussia must've woken England up. England was now at the foot of the stairs, holding onto the railing. Then he told both of them to be quiet.

"Alfred, go back to your room. You still need rest."


"You don't want your wounds to worsen, now would you?"

America grumbled something under his breath and left.

"Canada and Prussia, follow me upstairs. You too, Italy."

What could be so important at this early in the morning?

Damn that Spaniard for leaving me with another mess to take care of. Why did I agree to house the boy in the first place? I already had one.

Canada and Prussia walked into my room, with Italy following shortly after. They all took seats in different areas of the room.

"The both of you are probably wondering why Italy is suddenly with us, correct?"

They both nodded.

"I think its best that I explain, right England? It would probably be shorter too." Italy said with a smile. A genuine one this time. I gave him a nod.

"I got captured."

… Well, that was blunt.

Prussia let out a laugh from his place on the bed.

"With the way you've been now? Hah! You expect me to believe that?"

"Prussia- " Canada started, but he was cut off by Italy.

"By Spain."

And then the arrogant German fell face first into the floor.


"Let's just say I didn't know Big Brother Spain could be so… cruel."

As I went over to try and help Prussia stop his now bleeding nose, Canada spoke up.

"Italy… That still doesn't explain why you're acting like… well, you."

He stood up and went to gaze out the windowsill, but he explained why to while looking at the sky. It was blue today, surprisingly.

Canada's mouth was left agape. And when Prussia hit the floor this time, he dragged me down by the collar.

"You bloody git!" I yelled while wiping my bleeding nose. Argh… This hurts.

He got back up and looked away from me, arms crossed. "Serves you right for being bad leverage."

"Le- Leverage! Damn you Kraut, you know that?" That's it. Leverage? That was the last straw, Prussia!

As my fist grew closer to the idiot's face, Canada stepped in between us. He sighed and had a disappointed look on his face.

"England, I thought you were more responsible than this. After all, you were the one who said he didn't want to wake up to an argument in the morning." My bad. "And besides, I think Italy needs comforting." The Canadian motioned to Italy, who by now had stepped out onto the balcony. The view was draped by the curtains, but a few sobs were heard through the glass.

Prussia immediately jumped up and out, consoling Italy with all his "awesome-ness." Canada followed suit and helped a bit as well. I headed downstairs to check on America.

"England! I declare myself independent! I'm not your little brother anymore. I can take care of myself!"

My former caretaker charged me, bayonet poised and ready.

"I won't allow it!"

The charge came so close, but he stopped halfway, tears welling up in his eyes. He dropped his bayonet and came down on his knees. Why…

"Dammit… I… I can't do this, not to you... Not to you, America. Why?" A fist dug itself into the muddy ground.

My soldiers kept steady. I looked onto him with pity.

"You used to be so big… but now…"

I heard a knock on my door. Who could it be? I'm not expecting anyone at all. England never told me anything, he hasn't called either. … Dear Lord, please let it be anyone but him!

"Hola Lovi~!"

Dear Lord, why do you hate me?

"Get away from me you tomato loving bastard!" I shoved the door in his face, and he came in through the window. Shoot… forgot to lock that. He gave me an apologetic smile.

"C'mon, that's not the way to treat your former Boss, now is it?"

"Ah…" Great. I'm at a loss of words other than that. "Fine… What do you want?"

He led me to the kitchen where he made us some hot cocoa. Since when did I- ! Oh never mind. ("Why in the middle of summer?" "You've never learned how to wait, have you? Oh well, here!") He took a scoop of gelato and put one in each cup.

"Gelato in hot chocolate?" I looked at the gelato-topped chocolate in my hands.

"Just something I picked up." He said with the wave of a hand. Then he made me follow him to the couch.

"You still haven't told me why you're here."

Antonio laughed at me and smiled. "You still haven't noticed?"


"I'm back!"


"IDIOTA! You do- don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that!" I heard myself say. And I think I just head butt-ed Spain too hard. He crashed onto the wood floor – not the wood dammit! – and I think he passed out… Oh well.

I sighed and picked him up, carefully making my way upstairs. Looks like I'll have to wait a while.

"Well, look what we have here~! A little Frenchman all tied up!" I smiled. France glared at me from his tied up position on the wooden chair.

"R-Russia- "

"Call me Ivan, da? If you don't…" I eyed my pipe with a smile.

"Ivan… What's the use of capturing me? I have nothing, I own nothing. I'm just an old Frenchman with not much to his name."

"Says France."

His words came choked out, eyes wide with shock, fear, and panic.

"Wh- What?"

I rubbed my head wearily.

"Oh… Romano, how long have I been out?"

Romano looked up at the clock, then back at me. I chuckled a bit to myself. He had a little foam mustache from the hot chocolate!

"Maybe thirty minutes or so. I- I didn't mean to hit you that hard… bastard."

I sat up from my position on the bed, and looked him in the eye. I think he got my message, because he set the cup of cocoa down on a nearby table. His tone was serious too.

"Where to?"

A bit of blood was on my pipe now, but that didn't matter. I could just wash it away anyways.

"Does anyone else know?"

"I- I'm not telling you." France had a look of steel in his eyes. I've never seen this side of him before. Oh well, that could easily be broken.

"Do you want to get hit again?"


"England! Open the hell up right now! I can't stand waiting any lon- "

I opened the door and Romano fell face first onto the ground. That had to hurt. I sighed.

"What do you want- Spain? What are you doing here?"

He smiled at me, but it was that same Cheshire grin. "Information."

I ushered the two of them in. By now, Italy and the others had settled downstairs in the living room and last I checked, America joined them. Italy was the first to notice his brother come in with a bleeding nose.

"Ve~! Romano! What are you doing here? And why do you have a bleeding nose?"

Romano sent a small glare at his brother to quiet down, to which Italy did.

"I don't care about my nose, and I don't really care about what happened, but what happened was important anyways." He explained very cryptically.

Spain stepped up and spoke next. "Basically, France has been kidnapped."

Disclaimer: Me own nothing.

A/N: Stupid weather… I would've had this up sooner but the weather's been pretty bad here lately. Sorry for the delay! Again… *shoots self* :D France has been captured. No... This chapter sucks pretty bad. I know. Many of the characters like to have faceplants, don't they?