Sucked Into the World of Hetalia with My Friends

The Race to Big Ben

Kayla's POV

As we lost sight if them me and Prussia saw Oliver walking out of the park.

"Lets tell the others." We waltz out the dance floor.

"Where's mi hermosa?" Spain spoke immediately.

"We saw Oliver exiting the park." I answered, "she must be there."

"I bet you all fifty bucks that frau is right." Prussia betted. I nudged him and continued speaking.

"We need to follow them and America get the carriages ready." We all left America (P: So mean! T_T) and went off where Oliver went.

"So... Who's next?" We heard Kryztel's voice from a distance.

"You motherfucker! I can only do that to my brother eh!" We hid behind a tree to see what was going on.

There was a fight. Kryztel in her jumpsuit latching her hand on her machete that was strapped on her leg.

"Come at me bro!" She yelled as Mathieu lunged his iron-wired hockey stick at Kryztel.

"Damn bastardo..." Spain stood up as he got his pole axe from the bushes.

"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked gaping my mouth open at where he got his weapon. I swear that Iggy didn't tell us about weapons around the park.

"Apparently from that bush." Prussia pointed out.

Spain was already approaching where Kryztel was.

I wonder how America is doing with the carriages...

America's POV

"Goddammit Kayla,"I grumbled.

The carriages were there, but the coachmen were gone and I was only one man! Or country, whatever.

"I need help." I called some people who said they'll be on their way.

I hope they know how to drive fast.

Kryztel's POV

I was already cornered against a tree.

"Ohhh... Bad luck girlie." Mathieu smiled as he raised his hockey stick at me.

I closed my eyes to get ready for impact, but I felt nothing.

When I opened my eyes I saw a blade covering my face, I looked down to see Mathieu's hockey stick chopped into half. I widened my eyes and looked on my left. Spain was there holding his pole axe.

"Don't you dare hurt mi hermosa you bastardo." He snarled. I've never heard of a cursing Spain, but okay...

"Dios mio." I whimpered.

"So the Spaniard shows up, I assume that there are others around here." Luciano smirked.

"Huh?" Spain had a question mark on his head, "what do you mean by that?"

Wait what? Their right there at the left side.

"Spain-" he looked at me and winked. Ohhhhhh..... Okay I get it.

"What? What do you mean by others?"

"I know that you brought others here. Don't play dumb with me." Luciano growled.

"What those other people?"

"Si..." He growled lowly looking side to side looking for my group.

'Lord help them please.' I became a bit more religious by the moment.

Spain went in front of me protectively raising his axe at the 2ps.

I quickly sent them a very obvious message.