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World Peace Tournament	By : Akikazehana Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do neither own Hetalia or Power Axis Hetalia and this fanfic will leave me as broke as I was before

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- 2-Day 2 - Morning
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Hi there! I've been on a little Hetalia-trip for a while and this is the beginning of a cracky multi-chapter thing here... it will have at least more than 20 chapters and I'm counting on you guys for doing even more ;)... please read this first and then go (if you like my idea) for the second chapter with explanations...

Have fun!!! :D

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World Peace Tournament

Day 1

“Oh, you guys are here too?”

“Of course we are here too, Alfred. If you haven’t noticed, you’re on my territory. ”

“Sorry, you’re right, I had forgotten…”

The American incarnation grinned apologetically at the small blonde man in the military attire and his younger sister standing next to him. He had just landed in Switzerland and was now standing in front of the old UN building in Geneva, holding a small suitcase with clothes for the next few days in his hand and with no clue about what was to happen. A slightly huffing breath came from behind and he turned around.

“Matthew, need some help with your bag?”

“No, no, it’s okay… it’s just hard to walk when all the people walk into you…”

The inconspicuous country had caught up with its brother and greeted his host and his sister. Said man turned around and pointed with his hand on a nearby building while saying:

“My bosses told me to put all of you there for the next few days…”

He looked shortly down a list in his hands before continuing:

“… Your rooms are 108 for Alfred and 109 for Matthew. Lilly, could you give them the keys? I see the Italies over there and they’re sure to get lost if I don’t drag them around personally…”

With these words the small blonde left them, looking annoyed and stressed as he jogged over to the two young men who indeed looked rather clueless and lost. Lilly chuckled hopelessly and handed out the keys while saying:

“You have to forgive nii-sama, he has been only notified yesterday of the arrival of all of us so he’s a bit stressed right now. Your rooms are on the first floor, right wing.”

“Thank you, Liechtenstein. You said that all of us were coming?”

“Oh please, Matthew-san, call me Lilly. Yes, so far I’ve heard all of us are coming. Didn’t your bosses tell you about this?”

“No, we both just got a call yesterday that a jet was waiting for us two at the airport. ”

“Sounds tough… I hope you had a nice journey at least. ”

“Oh, it was okay. Matthew had a bit of problems as his bosses had forgotten about him so he was only notified three hours before the plane would take off…”

“Oh, how horrible… can I do something for you?”

“Oh no, no… that’s very kind of you…”

“Well then, I hope you have a pleasant stay. ”

“See you later, Lilly-chan!”

“Good bye L-Lilly-san…”

The two brothers looked after the small girl as she walked away to meet Hungary who had also arrived.

“I wish we had such a cute sister like that as well…”

“Nah, I have you as my cute sidekick, that’s enough. ”

“Alfreeed…” *sigh*

Matthew gave up to somehow reason with his hyperactive brother that seemed to be not the least concerned about why they had all been ordered by their respective bosses to fly over to Switzerland without any reason so far and so he followed Alfred to their resting place, an ancient yet luxurious pre-WWII building.

It was late in the afternoon when all the countries had arrived and had been assigned their rooms when Vash and Lilly made their rounds, announcing that they had received the instructions to let all of them into the main hall. There, so did the notice the host and his sister had gotten say, the reason behind this summoning would be explained. After they had checked that everybody was seated and no one forgotten (they checked twice for Matthew), Vash closed the big doors that creaked a bit with Ludwig’s help. From a smaller side entrance a human entered, all fidgety and nervous as literally almost all of the world’s nations were staring at him, and said while holding up a DVD:

“I- I have a pre-recorded message for the Secretary of the UN… I don’t know what’s on it! I- I was just told to give this to you!...”

The man almost threw the DVD at Vash, who was grumpily fulfilling his role as a host, and almost ran out of the hall.

“I have this bad premonition that something incredibly stupid is going to be on that film…”

Almost all the nations nodded at the dry and cynical comment of the impersonation of Germany and even his elder brother Gilbert who had somehow managed to be invited and Alfred had an expression more serious than usual while Vash and Eduard put up the laptop of the latter to project the film. When finally the lights could be damped and a bluish white rectangle flickered over the white wall, the suspense had risen to levels where it boarded to anger for the more short-tempered nation-tans. They wondered how the Secretary of UN knew of their existence as they should be only known to the leader of each respective country and no one else and what he could be possibly telling them. After a few seconds with the symbol of the UN on screen, the figure of a man appeared, everybody recognising the Secretary of the UN. He was sitting at a table, just like for a presidential announcement and was kneading his own hands, looking slightly uncomfortable.

“Dear assembled Nations…”, he began,

“Thank you for following the selfish request of us humans to assemble here in this historical building. We really appreciated your services for humanity and all of our countries over all those centuries of our existence but as much as we would like to repay your kindness and your courage, we have another, selfish request for you.

As you may have noticed, I am aware of your existence and of your role throughout history which should not be the case according to your own rules. It is, however, the case that a few months ago your existence has been released to all of the members of the UN parliament. ”

A groan went through the audience, a few face palms could be heard and many mumbled curses at their governments.

“The primary goal of the UN, its very raison-d’être, is world peace. It is a noble goal that we all wish to achieve but at the rate we’re going, we won’t be finished before the human race dies out. To speed things up a little, we have to turn towards you. Yes, some of you may already guess what is coming towards them, but we would like you to help us out directly. The relationship between each of you and each respective country of the world is so strong that whatever happens to you will happen to us as well, so we would like to make use of this. The UN parliament has prepared several task – small tasks, don’t worry – to lessen the tensions in the world. Although we are aware that these tasks may not bring any direct results, we believe that they will help us set up all those procedures to make world peace. We ask you to record these tasks on film and we will give you all the next tasks according to the results we can see throughout the world. It shouldn’t take any longer than a month; you have to do this for a long time, we promise.

We all appellate to your good-will and to your cooperation but if some of you wish to quit this we have to inform you that your existence will be revealed to the whole world. If you succeed, however, all of the governments involved have promised to never, ever bother you again and we will all take the secret of your existence into our graves.

As a first token of our gratitude for you listening to this message and accepting our request, we have prepared a gala dinner for you which will be served in three hours in this very hall. We would like you to fulfill the first request today as it is an important step to initiate many peace projects throughout the world. The request is in an envelope which our messenger will give to you. Again, thank you for your cooperation and good luck!”

Loud murmurs had begun to rise as the plan of the humans had been exposed and when the logo of the UN once again filled the screen they got loud. Everybody talked with everybody, some were already crying of fear at the most fearsome tasks they could imagine, others were cursing loud and expressing their wish to leave and give an honest screw-you at the humans and the rest was just bewildered and not yet able to comprehend the whole thing. After several attempts to get back to silence to be able to discuss this calmly, Vash nodded at Arthur who had joined him on the podium and fired three shots at the ceiling, shocking everybody and in the confusion following, Arthur yelled into the microphone:

“SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP, YOU TWITS!!!!!”

Finally, it was quiet enough to have a discussion. Arthur thanked Vash with a nod, shortly clearing his throat before continuing in a more dignified manner:

“Now that we can again talk without having to scream out our lungs, we should decide how to proceed in a civilised manner. They made it clear, either we do it or they reveal us to the whole world. Now everybody who’s up to do those stupid little tasks, hands up!”

The countries just looked at each other, not quite sure what to think of this whole ordeal and not very tempted to do this or to be revealed to the world. Suddenly a voice resonated from the more rearward tables and asked:

“If we do this, our governments will never bother us again? Did I hear this correctly?”

Everybody looked at the tall, pale man with childish face going by the name of Ivan Braginsky. Most of them nodded, affirming that they had heard something like that before turning to Vash and Arthur, their momentary “leaders” if the disparate bunch they all were could have something resembling a leader. Those two looked at each other before Vash took the micro and said, his voice sounding not completely sure but enough that one might truly hope that what he was saying was true:

“I think so, Ivan. It would better if we had this in a written form but for now I think I can confirm this…”

As an answer the tall man simply raised his hand, sign that he was fine with participating which sent many of the countries looking at him completely surprised with their expression incredulous and their mouths open. For Alfred or Wang something like participating would be understandable but from Ivan, the one who usually was against everything the rest of the world decided? No, that had to be an illusion but no matter how much they blinked, the sight of Ivan being the first one to lift his hand in approbation did not disappear. After a few seconds Alfred lifted his hand as well, not to keen on being overtaken by his rival. Others followed, some almost immediately to follow the examples, some others took their time to decide for themselves until each hand was up in the air and a Vash that let out a little sigh of relief clapped in his hands to end the voting.

“Looks like we’re unanimous... Fine, let’s see what kind of request they’re asking from us…”

He left for the side door and after a few seconds of whispering something with the person who had been waiting in the hallway, he came back with a dispatch case and a bag. After giving Arthur the dispatch case he held up the black bag and called out:

“Kiku or Elizabeta, can I ask one of you to be the cameraman or camerawoman? As much as I know you two are good at this… just don’t make it a pervy film…”

The Japanese man was closer to the podium so he came and got the bag, sitting on the edge of the podium while starting to assemble the camera. Meanwhile Arthur had opened the dispatch case and held up a letter made from strong, high quality paper. The audience held its breath, everybody hoping not to be concerned by the first task, as Arthur broke the wax seal and unfolded it. His face went pale and he seemed like unable to form any words so he just passed it to the smaller blonde man who took, his slightly curious expression turning equally shocked as he read it. He passed the letter back as if it was burning his fingers and after they volleyed a few whispers, one of them suspiciously sounding like:

“I’ll let you be hospitalised for free if anything happens so just read the damn thing…”

Arthur gave in with a sigh of despair and took the microphone, his voice sounding slightly shaky as he said:

“Alfred, Ivan, it concerns the two of you. Please come up to the podium. ”

The audience was like frozen still. Asking Ivan and Alfred to cooperate was just as dangerous as asking them to fight each other and many countries tensed up as the two men walked to the podium, ready to escape if anything violent should happen. Finally, after a few interminable seconds, the two men were on the podium, keeping a distance that spoke of hostility and rivalry that had never truly ended, even after the end of the Cold War. Arthur was half-hiding behind a Vash who didn’t look very keen on being the safety cushion if the news were badly received while Kiku was already merrily filming, feeling completely safe behind the camera for whatever reason no one would ever know.

“Well then… Ivan, Alfred, are you ready?”

“Yesss!”

Ivan just nodded, still sending out some threatening waves of dark aura and a completely terrified Arthur continued:

“Please… disarm each other!”

The silence in the hall was complete. If a needle had fallen down or a nation-tan had breathed, it would have sounded like a thunder out of nowhere. The two concerned nations just looked at the embodiment of the UK who was hiding behind the rifle-holding Vash whose knuckles beneath his gloves where whiter than the snow on top of his mountains until Alfred cocked his head to side, like a dog that doesn’t understand the command of his master and asked:

“Say what?”

“P-P-Please disarm each other! Destroy your weapons! Whatever, just don’t hit me!!!”

The stare the two most powerful countries in the world exchanged could have frozen up Antarctica all over again or have set off long-dormant volcanoes until they imperceptibly nodded at each other as they faced each other with a few meters distance and Alfred said, his voice for once with a deadly-serious tone:

“Fine, give me your faucet, I’ll break it. You can have my gun and this button which can set off the long-distance rockets of the whole US’s arsenal. ”

“Give me your stuff first. ”

“No, you first. ”

“CUT IT OUT YOU TWO!”

The two tall men looked at the smaller blonde who had raised his voice despite looking rather uncomfortable in their hostile presence.

“There’s no way it would be fair if one had to do their step first so you two are just going to do this at the same time, ‘kay?”

After both nodded in approval the smaller country sighed in relief and came closer, the completely frozen Arthur clinging to his back. He stood in between them and calmly explained:

“I propose you both drop your weapons on the ground, then go around in a circle until both of you are at the other’s weapons and then you can count or whatever you want until you destroy it. Does that sound fine?”

“How do I know that he won’t cheat?”

Alfred’s voice sounded cold but if Ivan was offended by the claim, he didn’t show any anger but said with his soft yet terrifying smile:

“I suggest someone leads us so Alfred won’t resort to petty tricks. ”

A somewhat dangerously playful glitter lit up in Vash’s eyes and he said to Arthur:

“Go get my second rifle beneath the speaker’s desk. ”

The English man skidded away, glad to get away from the aggressive trio even if it was just for a second, and came back with the weapon. Vash shortly whispered something in his ear, after which Arthur positioned himself at Vash’s back, facing Ivan while Vash faced Alfred.

“Now put your weapons on the ground both of you and step back a little. ”

Surprisingly the two obeyed without any protest and calmly went back a few steps, not leaving their weapons out of sight. Suddenly the two moderating countries couched their rifles and perfectly set aim to the heads of the two contestants.

“Now go around and exchange places but do not get closer than two steps to the others’ weapon. Any suspicious movement will be answered by a shot. I hope you do realise that even if Arthur and I may not be able to kill any of you, I assure you that a bullet through your head WILL hurt. ”

The smile the small country sported had something very Russian or very serial killer-like but Arthur also showed a bit of bloodlust in the corner of his rather timid smirk. The two others countries chuckled at them, the threat as said rather ridiculous but deterring enough to play it fairly, while the rest of the audience was already frozen stiff of fear and suspense. Ivan and Alfred nodded at each other and slowly walked around the two in a circle, never leaving each other out of sight. When each of them was again in front of a rifle’s end, Arthur whispered to Vash:

“Alfred ready.”

“Ivan ready.”

His voice sounded still slightly scared and unsure as he now addressed the two opponent countries but it had gotten a bit of his courage back:

“Alfred, Ivan, slowly step forward and pick up the weapons… no sudden movements!”

Again the two of them obeyed and after they had taken hold of their archenemy’s weapon, Arthur continued:

“Vash and I are going to step away now; you can do whatever you want afterwards on your own accord.”

In a flash the two stepped away, hiding out of the possible causality range and let out a clearly relieved sigh. Ivan and Alfred were now holding each other’s weapon and just looked at each other. Everybody was holding his or her breath and in this tense silence Alfred said to Ivan, an unusually modest smile on his lips:

“Just don’t accidentally push the button…”

Ivan nodded, his hand already gripping the little box with the almost cartoony big red button behind a transparent plastic case, before he added, sounding untypically honest:

“Could you maybe not rip it into pieces? It’s a souvenir from Berlin during WWII…”

“Uhm, sure… on three?”

Again the pale man nodded and began:

“раз¹…”

“Two…”

“три²/THREE!!”

They acted at the same time. Ivan’s large hand effortlessly crushed the man-made toy, leaving only crumbles raining to the ground while Alfred with his great strength easily made a ball out of the water faucet. While he took his time to make intricate knots in the iron as if it was modelling paste, his rival simply folded the hand gun in two, still watching out not to damage the decorative pattern on it as he had seen from the corner of his eyes that the American was keeping his promise and the faucet was still whole… in a certain sense. He watched him make the last little decorative corners until Alfred looked up and held up the iron ball with a slightly apologetic smile:

“Here, I’m done.”

Ivan just held up the folded gun and smiled back, this time not looking threatening at all. They crossed the few steps between them then held out the now useless weapons while grabbing their own. Ivan curiously looked at the ball, throwing it up in the air a few tentative times and looked not too saddened while Alfred gently trailed his fingers over the still intact engravings. Then he held out his hand for a handshake and looked directly into the pale giant’s eyes. With a faint trace of hesitation Ivan gave him his hand and let it be shaken almost violently before suddenly pulling in the completely surprised Alfred and giving him a real, hearty Russian hug. No one knew afterwards who started to clap but in a matter of a few seconds all the assembled nations were clapping, loudly celebrating the end of the rivalry between the two. Ivan seemed to be saying something to Alfred but no one heard it in the symphony of cries of joy and relief, Alfred’s large grin being the only answer to Ivan. The two of them shook hands with Arthur and Vash, Ivan even ruffling the small blonde’s hair for being so cocky and point a rifle at him. His words over the only slowly dying out applause sounded like:

‘cocky little bastard’ and ‘become one with Mother Russia’

Vash just shook his head politely and calmly began to bring his disheveled hair back in order, the gun-crazy man having disappeared again behind a demure face. The happy mood persisted on until far into the gala dinner three hours later on. They had already eaten and from somewhere – no one knew exactly how Roderich always managed to have his piano or at least a hundred records with him – music was playing, a few pairs dancing in the space they had quickly freed while the others sipped on their drink standing or sitting around and chatting about the events of the day or anything else. Alfred and Matthew made their way over to Ivan who was on one arm held prisoner to by his younger sister Natalia while his elder sister Yekaterina was correcting a few folds in his army dress, the sight quite different from the usual large coat in which he usually hid. The only thing he had not parted with was his scarf.

“Ivan, why aren’t you dancing?”

“Alfred… there’s no Russian music to which I could dance…”

“Too bad…”

The tall, pale man presented his sisters; the younger one clinging even more to him as if she feared the two men would drag Ivan away while Yekaterina and Matthew seemed to be instantly friends. They were joined by a Vash that kept a critical eye on his sister dancing alternatively with Toris and Feliks. They chatted over insignificant things until they came to talk about souvenirs. Ivan sighed and said with a slightly bitter voice:

“Why did I have to take this faucet with me? It was my favourite…”

“Really? I’m sorry…”

“Oh no, I broke your gun and all, it’s fine… it’s just… I found this one in Berlin, the very day Germany capitulated… It glittered in the sun, sticking out of a pile of rubble and I just knew that I had to take it, that it was just mine…”

“You mean that it was mine from the beginning…”

Ludwig had suddenly come up from behind and calmly stated the truth. Ivan just looked at him and those around him already wanted to defend the saddened man when the serious man just said:

“You know, when Gilbert came home after the fall of the Mauer, we needed a bigger bathroom and by mistake we ordered a few faucets too many back then… on your way home, just come by and choose one. It’s not the same as the end of WWII but a date just as enjoyable, right?”

The honest smile on Ivan’s lips surprised everybody. There was neither threatening aura nor any killing intent oozing from his curved lips, just honest enjoyment. Alfred looked at Ivan as if he wanted to say something but the presence from the others seemed to mute him instantly. Matthew was the first to notice so he turned towards Yekaterina and asked:

“Shall we dance?”

The girl blushed deeply and took the offered hand with grace after receiving an approving nod from her brother. The two dance partners looked great together as they danced a slightly clumsy slow. Ludwig was the second to act and asked:

“I think I saw some beer and vodka over there… does anyone want to?”

Ivan just nodded at his old enemy and Alfred ordered as well before the tall and serious blonde took off, mumbling something about a huge choice and needing a lot of time to find the right stuff. Now they were only four. Belarus seemed like she wanted to become Ivan’s Siamese sister and Alfred still didn’t find the right moment to speak with Vash and her still being there. Just as he thought that Vash couldn’t read a situation even he could read, Roderich himself began to play on the piano. Vash looked back to his former allied with a certain relief in his eyes before turning to Belarus:

“Dear Natalia, may I ask for a dance? Such nice music demands a really pretty partner…”

“I’m staying with nii-san.”

Ivan looked at the small country with the surprising request, then at his sister and suddenly seemed to see a way to be alone with Alfred for a bit.

“Natalia-chan… I’d like to see you dance. Why don’t you go with Vash?”

The girl pouted at him but seemed to be unable to refuse her brother’s request so she took the offered hand and let herself be led to the dancing area, her disdain her eyes pretty obvious while her partner had the grace to conceal his behind an almost equally cold and serious mask. Alfred leaned against the wall net to Ivan and said after a few seconds of silence:

“Finally alone…”

“Hmm.”

“Can I ask you something, Ivan?”

The pale man nodded.

“Why did you raise your hand back then?”

Ivan looked at him before staring at the glittering lights of the happy gala with sad expression in his purple eyes.

“I… I’m sick and tired of doing things I don’t want to. I don’t have the willpower to try and change my country so I’d be just glad to be left alone… that’s all there is. I don’t care about world peace or any such thing, I just want my own peace. ”

“Oh… I see… yeah, that might be a good thing to not be bothered by those humans anymore. My bosses lie to me, you know? I sometimes feel that they’re not telling me the whole truth and when I find out later on, I’m the ass for obeying them…”

“My bosses never lied to me… but they made me lie to all the others...”

“I’m sorry for breaking your faucet. ”

“I’m sorry for breaking your gun. ”

“Haha… when I look back at this ‘task’, it just looks silly…”

“Yes…”

“I hope they do realise that our military strength for both of us hides in our physical strength and not in those weapons…”

“Hm. ”

“Oh well, as a symbol it might have been good… Shall we be friends again?”

“I don’t remember being friends with you…”

“Then let’s become friends… after all, there’s only 1 km between our lands³. ”

Ivan looked at him and smiled. This time it felt warm enough to make a whole field of sunflowers bloom happily and the grin that Alfred answered made it appear that the two of them had always been friends. Without need for any further words they looked at the dance floor where the couples were avoiding the one oozing killing intent like mad.

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Please read next chapter for more explanations!!!!

¹‚ras‘ = one (russian)

²‚tri“ = three (russian)

³the US-Russian border on the Bering Strait goes between two islands that are just one km apart... in winter one could WALK over the ice to the other island...

Characters in order of appearance:

Alfred F. Jones – USA

Vash Zwingli – Switzerland

Matthew Williams – Canada

Lilly Vogel – Liechtenstein

Ludwig Beilschmidt – Germany

Gilbert Beilschmidt – Prussia / Eastern Germany (?)

Eduard von Bock – Estonia

Arthur Kirkland – UK

Ivan Braginski – Russland

Kiku Honda – Japan

Elizabeta Héderváry – Hungary

Roderich Edelstein – Austria

NataliaArlovskaya– Belarus

Yekaterina Braginskaya – Ukraine
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