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[Fanfic] A Christmas Story: Catastrophe in 24 Acts (16/24)
Authors: Treyen and Blackrabbit
Beta: CrescentLilly
Characters: Ensemble. In this chapter: England, America, Italy, Poland, Sweden, Lithuania, Prussia, Hungary, Germany, China, Hong Kong, Estonia, Switzerland, Russia
Pairings: mistletoe/world
Rating: T
Genre: adventure, comedy
Warnings: Mistletoe, ridiculously cute critters, blatant disregard for foreign holiday traditions, abuse of classical ballet, some cursing and a few OCs.
Summary: With only a few days to Christmas the Nations should be busy preparing for the party. Only no one is really feeling like it, and that kinda-crucially-important little Finn is nowhere to be found.
Previous parts | On ff.net
~~~
"I have to admit," England whispered as they sneaked around the castle, trying to find a way in. "Those idiots make a good diversion." They hadn't come across anyone so far, only hearing some voices from inside the castle a few times. "This is surprisingly easy."
"Look!" Italy cheered, loud enough to startle everyone. Half of them gave Italy a warning glare and the other half immediately went to scanning their surrounding to see if anyone had heard them and if yes, where could they hide. Currently nowhere.
"What is it, Italy?" Lithuania asked quietly, turning back to see what was the matter.
"Look," Italy repeated, smiling. "I made a snowman."
Sweden grabbed the Italian's shoulder firmly and gave him a very disapproving look, which Italy mistook for a murderous look and would have screamed aloud if Poland hadn't jumped backwards in the line and shut his mouth just in time.
"That's it, good boy," Poland shushed and motioned for Sweden to move away a little before things got worse. "Really nice, honestly. But we're, like, on a mission now so make those at home, 'kay?"
Italy nodded a couple of times briskly and Poland let him go. Nothing loud came out. England and Lithuania sighed in relief.
"Hey guys," America whispered loudly from the corner ahead. "I found a way in. So shall we get out of this snow for a change?"
"Mn," Sweden agreed immediately and poked Italy to stand up and move in line.
England reached America quickly and stopped beside him to wait for the others. "Is it safe?" he asked, glancing around them.
"Yeah, I didn't see anybody," America said, patting England's head. "Don't be so stiff. I'm here, so it's going to be okay. If they notice us, I'll protect you."
"Mind your own business," England growled back and slipped towards the door America had found. He followed, and soon came Lithuania, Poland, Italy and Sweden until they were all inside the castle, slipping into any possible hiding places in the room they had entered while America went to inspect the other door in the room to see where it led. He cracked the rood open, then immediately shut it again to dash back into hide.
"Someone's coming!"
America dove under a bench near one wall and they waited with bated breath, shifting in their hideouts to make sure they weren't visible, waiting for the sound of footsteps to go past. But then the door opened.
~
"Is this... a kitchen?" Prussia wondered, peeking from the crack in the door. "Whoah, I don't know what that is, but it sure looks delicious..."
"Are you going in or not?" Hungary asked impatiently behind him.
"No," Prussia whispered and silently closed the door. "There was someone there. We'd better go the other way."
"Really, there seems to be no place we can go without being noticed," China muttered.
"You didn't think this was going to be that easy, did you?" Hong Kong muttered lowly in his ear.
Prussia was surprised. "Woah, that must be the first thing you've said for ages. I didn't even know you spoke in long sentences."
The Asian gave him an indifferent look.
Ahead of them Germany swore breathlessly, hurrying back from his scouting trip to the next corner. "Someone's coming, everyone hide!" he ordered in a whisper.
"Here." Hungary motioned them towards a door on their right. Everybody hurried to follow her sign and found themselves stuffed into a closet.
"Dammit, woman," Prussia huffed quietly and pushed Hong Kong's foot away from his neck. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"Certainly not," Hungary answered, pressing herself against Germany's chest to fit in. Germany looked slightly uncomfortable, though that may have been because Estonia was using his head for a footrest.
"Quiet now," China hissed from the floor. "If we get caught after all this, I am going to raise your import tariffs through the roof."
Gilberd chirped cheerfully on Hong Kong's head, which had happened to be the highest perch. Hong Kong took the chick's beak between his fingers to shut it up.
~
Of course the guard noticed them when he came in. There was no way six nations could hide perfectly in a relatively small and simply furnished room. The ice creature knew something was awkwardly wrong immediately after opening the door and stepping in.
England mouthed a curse and grabbed his gun. Before he could move any further, America had his own gun out and shot the ice guard through the temple. The bullet pinged high into the ice wall behind the guard and he turned slowly to stare at America, who was only now clambering up from under his bench.
When the enemy didn't fall after taking a bullet through his head, America's frost-reddened cheeks paled considerably. Before either of the two could move, Sweden jumped from his hiding place behind the door, swung it shut so the guard couldn't escape and fired another shot through the ice with his own gun. The second shot was still ringing in the air when Lithuania appeared from under the table and landed a heavy kick on the side of the twice pierced head. It fell in pieces and the guard crumbled to the floor in a pile of ice.
England sighed and came out from behind the curtain. "You can be so noisy, you know that?"
"And scary," Italy added, coming over to poke the ice curiously.
"Le's go," Sweden urged, already peeking out the door to see if the road was clear. They slipped into the corridor and had finally properly entered the castle. They were set to continue the invasion plan.
After a moment America stopped them and pointed at a staircase ahead, squinting. "That staircase," he began, pausing for dramatic effect. "Is suspicious."
~
"Hey. Russia."
"Yes, comrade Switzerland?"
"Don't touch me. Didn't you say Finland had an assault rifle when he came by your place?"
"That's right! Why do you ask?"
Switzerland stood up, holding a rifle. "Rk 95 Tp. Commercially known as M95. Finnish military issue. Silencer. Empty cartridge. And, I will point out to the idiots present, no Finland attached."
"...Shit."
~
"This is..." Germany looked around. "The stables?"
A horse whinnied beside him, like it wanted to say 'yes'. Germany pushed the animal's muzzle away to keep it from eating his hair, Lord knew that it was already messy from all this but he didn't look that much like hay, thank you.
"Grandfather Frost uses a troika to travel, right?" Hungary tapped her chin, thinking. "In that case this makes sense, doesn't it?" She turned to smile at the dapple-grey mare beside her, offering the creature her hand. "But aren't they pretty~!" She hugged the horse when it turned out to be friendly. "And healthy. One wouldn't think that in this cold."
"But it's warm here," Estonia noted, looking around with interest. "Maybe they keep this place warmer for the animals."
"Hey," Prussia called suddenly from the other end of the stables. His tone told he truly had something to say this time and he was quite surprised about it too.
"What is it?" Germany asked and came beside his brother, only to stop, just as astonished. "That's a..."
Rascal squinted. She had already been kept here for days and now when someone not made of ice came to see her, they didn't even know what animal she was. The reindeer had been tightly secured with a leash around her neck and she had nothing to do but lie on the hay in her stall and brew her bad mood.
"Could that possibly be Finland's reindeer?" Estonia wondered and nudged China away to see better.
Rascal's mood spiked and she started nodding briskly to the man with the glasses who looked more intelligent than the others.
Prussia jerked backwards. "Wow, it understands you." He shivered when the reindeer gave him a glare and then hopped into the stall. Rascal followed his steps closely, doubting. "Hey, little one," Prussia greeted, crouching down beside the animal. He almost got himself pierced on her horns for that.
"You fail," Hong Kong noted behind him.
"We came here to look for Finland," Hungary explained and crouched beside Prussia. "We'd like to free you. Can you let us do that?"
Rascal's eyes sparkled with excitement in reply. Prussia laughed and reached his hand forward to take the leash away. "Be a good deer now and don't pierce me, 'kay?"
He was freeing her, so Rascal held back from killing the man for the comment. She didn't keep her disgust from showing though, and Prussia noticed it.
"What?" he asked, stopping his hands. No, he was not worried he would be pierced by those horns; he was way too awesome for that. Rascal turned her muzzle up away from the man, pouting. Prussia didn't get what he had done wrong. He was supposed to be awesome with animals! "What?!" He repeated. There was no way he could make up with the cute furry thing if he didn't know what was wrong!
"Reindeer, Prussia," Estonia whispered from outside the stall. "Reindeer."
~~~
Fun fact: Finland cannot legally own that assault rifle.
Beta: CrescentLilly
Characters: Ensemble. In this chapter: England, America, Italy, Poland, Sweden, Lithuania, Prussia, Hungary, Germany, China, Hong Kong, Estonia, Switzerland, Russia
Pairings: mistletoe/world
Rating: T
Genre: adventure, comedy
Warnings: Mistletoe, ridiculously cute critters, blatant disregard for foreign holiday traditions, abuse of classical ballet, some cursing and a few OCs.
Summary: With only a few days to Christmas the Nations should be busy preparing for the party. Only no one is really feeling like it, and that kinda-crucially-important little Finn is nowhere to be found.
Previous parts | On ff.net
~~~
"I have to admit," England whispered as they sneaked around the castle, trying to find a way in. "Those idiots make a good diversion." They hadn't come across anyone so far, only hearing some voices from inside the castle a few times. "This is surprisingly easy."
"Look!" Italy cheered, loud enough to startle everyone. Half of them gave Italy a warning glare and the other half immediately went to scanning their surrounding to see if anyone had heard them and if yes, where could they hide. Currently nowhere.
"What is it, Italy?" Lithuania asked quietly, turning back to see what was the matter.
"Look," Italy repeated, smiling. "I made a snowman."
Sweden grabbed the Italian's shoulder firmly and gave him a very disapproving look, which Italy mistook for a murderous look and would have screamed aloud if Poland hadn't jumped backwards in the line and shut his mouth just in time.
"That's it, good boy," Poland shushed and motioned for Sweden to move away a little before things got worse. "Really nice, honestly. But we're, like, on a mission now so make those at home, 'kay?"
Italy nodded a couple of times briskly and Poland let him go. Nothing loud came out. England and Lithuania sighed in relief.
"Hey guys," America whispered loudly from the corner ahead. "I found a way in. So shall we get out of this snow for a change?"
"Mn," Sweden agreed immediately and poked Italy to stand up and move in line.
England reached America quickly and stopped beside him to wait for the others. "Is it safe?" he asked, glancing around them.
"Yeah, I didn't see anybody," America said, patting England's head. "Don't be so stiff. I'm here, so it's going to be okay. If they notice us, I'll protect you."
"Mind your own business," England growled back and slipped towards the door America had found. He followed, and soon came Lithuania, Poland, Italy and Sweden until they were all inside the castle, slipping into any possible hiding places in the room they had entered while America went to inspect the other door in the room to see where it led. He cracked the rood open, then immediately shut it again to dash back into hide.
"Someone's coming!"
America dove under a bench near one wall and they waited with bated breath, shifting in their hideouts to make sure they weren't visible, waiting for the sound of footsteps to go past. But then the door opened.
~
"Is this... a kitchen?" Prussia wondered, peeking from the crack in the door. "Whoah, I don't know what that is, but it sure looks delicious..."
"Are you going in or not?" Hungary asked impatiently behind him.
"No," Prussia whispered and silently closed the door. "There was someone there. We'd better go the other way."
"Really, there seems to be no place we can go without being noticed," China muttered.
"You didn't think this was going to be that easy, did you?" Hong Kong muttered lowly in his ear.
Prussia was surprised. "Woah, that must be the first thing you've said for ages. I didn't even know you spoke in long sentences."
The Asian gave him an indifferent look.
Ahead of them Germany swore breathlessly, hurrying back from his scouting trip to the next corner. "Someone's coming, everyone hide!" he ordered in a whisper.
"Here." Hungary motioned them towards a door on their right. Everybody hurried to follow her sign and found themselves stuffed into a closet.
"Dammit, woman," Prussia huffed quietly and pushed Hong Kong's foot away from his neck. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"Certainly not," Hungary answered, pressing herself against Germany's chest to fit in. Germany looked slightly uncomfortable, though that may have been because Estonia was using his head for a footrest.
"Quiet now," China hissed from the floor. "If we get caught after all this, I am going to raise your import tariffs through the roof."
Gilberd chirped cheerfully on Hong Kong's head, which had happened to be the highest perch. Hong Kong took the chick's beak between his fingers to shut it up.
~
Of course the guard noticed them when he came in. There was no way six nations could hide perfectly in a relatively small and simply furnished room. The ice creature knew something was awkwardly wrong immediately after opening the door and stepping in.
England mouthed a curse and grabbed his gun. Before he could move any further, America had his own gun out and shot the ice guard through the temple. The bullet pinged high into the ice wall behind the guard and he turned slowly to stare at America, who was only now clambering up from under his bench.
When the enemy didn't fall after taking a bullet through his head, America's frost-reddened cheeks paled considerably. Before either of the two could move, Sweden jumped from his hiding place behind the door, swung it shut so the guard couldn't escape and fired another shot through the ice with his own gun. The second shot was still ringing in the air when Lithuania appeared from under the table and landed a heavy kick on the side of the twice pierced head. It fell in pieces and the guard crumbled to the floor in a pile of ice.
England sighed and came out from behind the curtain. "You can be so noisy, you know that?"
"And scary," Italy added, coming over to poke the ice curiously.
"Le's go," Sweden urged, already peeking out the door to see if the road was clear. They slipped into the corridor and had finally properly entered the castle. They were set to continue the invasion plan.
After a moment America stopped them and pointed at a staircase ahead, squinting. "That staircase," he began, pausing for dramatic effect. "Is suspicious."
~
"Hey. Russia."
"Yes, comrade Switzerland?"
"Don't touch me. Didn't you say Finland had an assault rifle when he came by your place?"
"That's right! Why do you ask?"
Switzerland stood up, holding a rifle. "Rk 95 Tp. Commercially known as M95. Finnish military issue. Silencer. Empty cartridge. And, I will point out to the idiots present, no Finland attached."
"...Shit."
~
"This is..." Germany looked around. "The stables?"
A horse whinnied beside him, like it wanted to say 'yes'. Germany pushed the animal's muzzle away to keep it from eating his hair, Lord knew that it was already messy from all this but he didn't look that much like hay, thank you.
"Grandfather Frost uses a troika to travel, right?" Hungary tapped her chin, thinking. "In that case this makes sense, doesn't it?" She turned to smile at the dapple-grey mare beside her, offering the creature her hand. "But aren't they pretty~!" She hugged the horse when it turned out to be friendly. "And healthy. One wouldn't think that in this cold."
"But it's warm here," Estonia noted, looking around with interest. "Maybe they keep this place warmer for the animals."
"Hey," Prussia called suddenly from the other end of the stables. His tone told he truly had something to say this time and he was quite surprised about it too.
"What is it?" Germany asked and came beside his brother, only to stop, just as astonished. "That's a..."
Rascal squinted. She had already been kept here for days and now when someone not made of ice came to see her, they didn't even know what animal she was. The reindeer had been tightly secured with a leash around her neck and she had nothing to do but lie on the hay in her stall and brew her bad mood.
"Could that possibly be Finland's reindeer?" Estonia wondered and nudged China away to see better.
Rascal's mood spiked and she started nodding briskly to the man with the glasses who looked more intelligent than the others.
Prussia jerked backwards. "Wow, it understands you." He shivered when the reindeer gave him a glare and then hopped into the stall. Rascal followed his steps closely, doubting. "Hey, little one," Prussia greeted, crouching down beside the animal. He almost got himself pierced on her horns for that.
"You fail," Hong Kong noted behind him.
"We came here to look for Finland," Hungary explained and crouched beside Prussia. "We'd like to free you. Can you let us do that?"
Rascal's eyes sparkled with excitement in reply. Prussia laughed and reached his hand forward to take the leash away. "Be a good deer now and don't pierce me, 'kay?"
He was freeing her, so Rascal held back from killing the man for the comment. She didn't keep her disgust from showing though, and Prussia noticed it.
"What?" he asked, stopping his hands. No, he was not worried he would be pierced by those horns; he was way too awesome for that. Rascal turned her muzzle up away from the man, pouting. Prussia didn't get what he had done wrong. He was supposed to be awesome with animals! "What?!" He repeated. There was no way he could make up with the cute furry thing if he didn't know what was wrong!
"Reindeer, Prussia," Estonia whispered from outside the stall. "Reindeer."
~~~
Fun fact: Finland cannot legally own that assault rifle.