Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 2

Title: Hetalia x Reader: Bring Her Back 2
Author: threepinkdoors

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"You can feel it, can't you? I know you feel it."

"Shut up. Of course I can feel it."

"But vhat can ve do about it, comrades?"

"I don't know but we have to do something."

"Judging from the way you look, I'd say they're one of yours, America."

"Trust me, I feel a lot worse than what I look."

"Japan? You vant to add somezhing?"

"I was just wondering... We don't even know who this person is. How are we going to find sehm?"

The room was silent, all pondering on what they could do. This was one person in the world, one out of nearly seven billion people. Even if it was narrowed down to America, it was only one person in a vast sea of over three-hundred million. This person could be anywhere at any given time. How are they going to pick out which one of his citizens was causing him so much pain... and why?

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"Attention!" Everyone in the room stood stiff and erect, stopping what they were doing to recognize the senior member of the group.

You stood to the front of the group. "At ease," you commanded. The airmen relaxed and moved their hands behind their backs and their left leg stuck out away from them, shoulder's width apart. "Good morning," you began. "I am Captain __________. I am the head of the Intelligence Department." Someone smirked, and you didn't fail to miss it. "Did I say something funny, Airman?" you asked as you walked up to him, your face inches from his.

He dropped his sly smile and replaced it with a blank stare. "No, ma'am."

"Then perhaps there is something on my face that makes me look like an idiot," you responded coldly.

"No, ma'am," he answered again.

You stared at him for a few more minutes. "Sergeant Burrows."

A man standing in the back of the room answered. "Yes, Captain."

"See to it these men and women learn the proper meaning of respect."

"Yes, Captain." The Sergeant called the class to attention. "Get outside and fall into formation! Move!" In an instant, the flurry of greens and tans was out of the room, rushing outside into the cold rain. "Permission to speak, ma'am," Sergeant Burrows asked.

"Granted."

"I want to apologize for my men's behavior this morning, ma'am."

You nodded and took a few steps toward him. "Sergeant Burrows, it is your job to ensure these men and women are prepared to defend this country, and that they do it with the core values of the Air Force integrated into their minds more efficiently than a super computer. It is my job to make sure you do yours." You could almost see the blood drain from his face. "Good day, Sergeant."

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"I really don't think you guys should be in here," America muttered as he looked through records of anyone he might've come in contact with in the past ten years.

"Shut up, America," England protested, looking through a file cabinet. "If you did this on your own, you'd die before you could even find this mystery person."

"Not to mention zhe fact zhat ve're next," Germany added, searching files in the computer's database. The rest of the countries were either piled on computers or searching through cabinets.

There was suddenly a loud bang. Everyone turned to see Russia standing near a file cabinet with a broken lock. "It voultn't open, da?" he smiled innocently.

"Whoa, okay, I draw the line at this!" America rushed and closed the cabinet. "These are files of people in my military. You're not looking through this."

Another loud bang. "Vhy not?" Russia asked, opening a folder that was inside yet another locked cabinet.

"Dude!" America scrambled for the folder, but Russia pulled away, sending the pages scattering. "Look what you did, Commie!" He rushed around, trying to pick up all the papers.

Russia looked down at a page that was near his foot. He picked it up and looked over it. "Captain __________. She entered as Enlisted but finished her Officer trainink and moved up the ranks fairly quickly." America looked up, the blood draining from his face. "She's only twenty-zhree and she's zhe head of zhe Intelligence Department of zhe Air Force." His eyes traveled to the picture of your face. "She's very pretty."

"Give that to me." Russia looked up and saw a serious expression on America's face, his hand outstretched to him. Russia complied and let America look at the page. A shock went through America's body as he saw your face on the paper. His heart ached, and blood fell from his nose.

"America, you're bleeding," England sighed. "Come on, it's nothing pornographic, I'm sure."

America wiped the blood from his face. "England..." He looked up at everyone, a shocked expression on his face. "This is her."

They all immediately crowded around him. "Are you sure? Vhen did you last meet her?" Germany asked, taking the page and studying it.

America shook his head. "I've never met her before. I don't even know who she is, or what she's like."

"Come on, aru, you can't tell me you don't know the leaders of your own military!" China protested, sneaking a look at the paper.

America shook his head. "Nope. I don't really get in with the military. They do their thing, and I do mine," he responded. trying to catch his breath.

"Ve... Are you-a sure this is her?" Italy piped up, peeking over China's shoulder. "She's pretty! I want to date her~"

"Nein, ve must subdue her und force her to tell us vhat she's doing to us!" Germany protested, bonking Italy on the head.

"Da, but ve can't let her know who ve really are. It voult expose us," Russia chimed in.

"Wait, say that again!" America shouted, an idea forming in his head.

"Ve can't expose ourselves!" Russia smiled.

"Right! So what if we're just normal humans to her?" Everyone looked at each other. "Look, we can't tell her who we really are, right? What if we present ourselves as humans and try to get the information out of her through friendship?"

"America, she's an Intelligence Officer. I don't think she'll tell anyone anything. She's trained not to," England sighed.

"We could try seducing her, non?" France giggled. "She is quite zhe eyecandy!"

England stared at France. "Well, for once I'll have to agree with the Frog. She might be a little more willing to work with us if she knew us at a personal level."

America smiled weakly. "Well then, I suppose we have no choice."

"Eh, question?" Russia spoke. "Vhat is goink to happen vhen she realizes zhat we only seduced her to get information out of her?"

Everyone fell silent. "Hopefully by then, we'll have the information, and we can go back into hiding," England offered.

"We only have one shot at this, guys." America took off his glasses and rubbed his face. The sheer agony he was going through was clearly marked in his too-blue eyes. "If we fail, we all die. Simple as that."