Hetalia: Sailor Allies - Ch. 2

America: In our last episode, my world was turned upside down after I rescued a little Italian boy from being beaten up. Little did I know that I was the one he was looking for. Apparently, I'm some kinda long-lost girl scout of the moon or something! Then the little twerp gave me a transformation pendant that made me into a superhero! My life's dream has come true at the cost of my male-dignity. Now I have to fight crime as a dress-wearing, high-heeled, Sailor Scout! ...Is the world safe yet?! I'm hungry!


Sailor Allies – Chapter 2 "A Hero is born, part 2"


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Running down the street was usually a task in itself, but America found it even more difficult in the high-heeled boots the transformation had provided him with! The tiny guardian who bestowed the power to him ran ahead of him towards the game shop. America was just glad there was no one out at this time of night to see him like this!


"We're almost there! I can feel the negative energy getting stronger!" Italy whined, starting to get cold feet. He stopped all together and began to run the opposite way.


"Oh no you don't! You are not backing out on me after making me transform into this 'Hooker-Wear'!" America shouted, picking Italy up and running the rest of the way.


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"The amount of energy 've're gathering is 'vunderbar, Korea!" Germany said, watching Korea gather more and more energy by the second into his hands. Just then, what appeared to be a girl walked into the shop.


"Pardon me, aru. But I want to exchange this game, aru. I got it as a present and I'm not into videogames."


Using some kind of gravity power, Germany pushed the girlish being against a wall hard enough to leave an indentation. The poor being groaned with agony before blacking out. "Draw their energy, too." Germany instructed to Korea before vanishing back into the Negaverse. He nodded and his long sleeves extended, wrapping around the intruder and draining their energy.


"Let her go!!" shouted a voice. Korea looked around, but saw no one else in the store. Not a second later a shadowed figure, somewhat out of breath, stood in the doorway. "I said...let her go!" he repeated.


"And just who are you?!" Korea questioned, his sleeves retracting back to their normal length...which was still longer than necessary.


America was at a loss of words for a second, but then found his heroic voice again. "I'm...I'm uh...Right! I am Sailor Moon! I'm the HERO!! And on behalf of the moon, I will right wrongs, kick ass, and take names!" he declared triumphantly.


"Sailor Moon? I have never heard of you, and I doubt I ever will again!" Korea assured, extending one of his sleeves around America's waist, lifting him off the ground.


"Let go of me!! Right now!! Korea, snap out of it!!" the not so heroic hero shouted to his friend.


"He can't hear you. His mind has been taken over by the Negaverse!" Italy cried, cowering behind a pillar in the store. Korea proceeded to slam America into a wall, freeing a pained yell from him, but quickly after, the sleeve pulled him down and slammed him head-first onto the floor.


"Uuughhh..." he groaned.


"Sailor Moon, what are you doing?!" Italy squeaked.


"I'm gettin' my ass kicked! What's it look like?!" he shouted, making strangling motions at his 'guardian' who was safe from harm behind the pillar. Korea's sleeve retracted again and threw America behind the sales counter of the store with a loud crash, several boxes full of heavy videogame systems falling on him. Weakly, America reached his hand out of the pile, his body crawling out from the wreckage. "Okay...that hurt. I don't wanna do this anymore!" he cried.


"But you hav'ta fight this evil monster, or the whole universe could be done for!!" Italy wailed. Korea's other sleeve reached out and grabbed onto Italy, tightening around his small, chibi, body.


"what do we have here?! A little kid?" Korea asked, a wicked smirk on his face.


"Waaaahhh!!! H-Help'a me!" he yelled.


"Italy!! Hang on, I'm com-guhh!" America's frantic words and plans to save the little pipsqueak were halted when the sleeve that threw him into the wall found itself wrapped around his neck, choking him.


"Looks like you're both tied up! Hahahaha!!" came the horrible pun and evil laughter from Korea.


His laughter was then cut short by something slicing through both sleeves, freeing the two do-gooders. America, fell onto the ground, gasping for breath. He looked to see just want had cut them loose and saw it, embedded into the floor.


A slender branch with cherry blossom buds, as well as fully bloomed flowers on it.


Frowning, Korea looked up to a window of the store that had seemed to have magically gotten there. He wasn't sure, maybe it was there the whole time! "Who might you be?!"


Standing in the window was a figure, dressed in a fancy black tuxedo that had a cape with red silky looking fabric in the inner lining. Upon his head was a black top hat and on his face was a small white mask that only hid his eyes. Surprisingly, that was all it took to keep anyone from recognizing him!


"I am Tuxedo Mask! Sai'ror Moon, 'rook into your heart and find the warrior within you! It is your destiny!" the caped-crusader announced.


America looked up and spoke. "But I don't wanna be a warrior!" he cried, whining loudly. It was a good thing he did, because for an unknown reason, the special gems on his now meatball styled hair began to emit his whining at about fifty times the volume.


Korea covered his ears with his sleeve-covered hands and screamed in agony. "AAAAAH!! STOP IT!! Stop that hideous whining!!" he roared.


"Sailor Moon, now! Throw your tiara at him while shouting 'Moon Tiara Magic'!" Italy instructed. Sniffling and rubbing at his nose, America stood up pathetically.


"What's the point, Italy? What good would that do?!" he asked mid-whine.


"Just do it!" the chibi yelled.


So America took his tiara from his head. As if it couldn't get any stranger, the tiara turned into a glowing discus that looked like it could actually hurt someone. Standing in a somewhat well-enough throwing stance, America took aim to make sure he wouldn't miss Korea. He was surprised he didn't even try to move from his current standing position.


"Moon...Tiara...ACTION!!" he yelled, throwing the tiara at Korea, right on target.


"Nooooo!!!" he shouted before the white flash of light from the attack blinded all eyes from seeing just what happened to him.


"Huh? ...I did that?" America gasped, for once too amazed to talk.


"you said the attack wrong! You said 'action', not 'magic'! Italy scolded.


"My version sounded cooler!" was America cocky reply.


"You did it, Sai'ror Moon. Now a'rr the energy that has been sto'ren is free from the hands of the Negaverse. Others wi'rr test you, but do not be afraid." Tuxedo Mask foretold before smiling down at America. "I wi'rr fight with you!" were his last words before leaping out of the window sill. The sound of a trashcan being knocked was heard, along with the screech of a cat. "G-Gomen nassai kitty!!" came the voice from the mysterious, and clumsy, masked man.


America smiled a little, a small blush on his face at those reassuring last words. A hand went over his mouth to suppress a small laugh.


"Are you alright, Sailor Moon? Speak up!" the once again happy and carefree Italy chimed.


"He was short and didn't really help out, but he was actually kinda cute!" America admitted.


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Meanwhile, the energy Germany had be gathering completely vanished from him and he gasped. "'Vhat?! T-The energy! ...Some'van 'vill pay dearly for this..." he growled bitterly, knowing he'd soon have to face Germania's wrath.


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"You'll never ever guess that weird dream I had last night, eh! I was pulled into a videogame where this German looking guy was taking my energy...or was it my virginity...erm, uh! It doesn't matter! But then this man dressed in drag came and got his ass kicked, but somehow saved the day!" Canada explained during lunch period the very next day.


"Like, no way. I had the same totally disturbing dream!" Poland exclaimed.


"Unfortunately, I did too." Lithuania admitted.


"That's weird, eh! We all had the same disturbingly gay dream! America, isn't that the weirdest?!" the Canadian asked, shaking America by the shoulder. It was no use, though. America was in one of his hand-held videogame trances. The fact that video games had played a role in nearly ending his life meant absolutely nothing to him.


"Shh! You're going to break my...AW MAAAAN!! Canada, you made me die!!" he shouted before whining loudly.


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To be continued...


America says
America: This is the part where I'm supposed to give you kids out there some good advice! Hmmm...ah! Remember to stay in school! ...But, not too long. I mean, you should FINISH school, but that's not what I meant! Stay in school, kids! But, don't stay too long. Stay in school...DURING SCHOOL HOURS! Yeah, that's it! So stay in school between the hours of 8am and 3pm! Remember, do it because I, the HERO, told you to do it~!