[Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 8/?)
anonymous
December 20 2010, 01:43:56 UTC
Placeholder for the rest of the Durarara crossover fic.
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10 minutes ago
The young boy walking the streets of Ikebukuro looked like any other Japanese high school student, though his face would have been more suited to a middle school student.
He had his cell phone out and was studying it as he walked, something ordinary for young people in this day and age. The only thing out of place was the unusually intense expression he wore. His eyes were glued to the cell phone as if it were a matter of life of death, the look of concentration he wore seeming unsuited to his boyish face.
If anyone had seen the screen of the cell phone, they might have been surprised, especially if they knew him personally, because it displayed the website of the Internet gang the Dollars. Certainly his best friends Masaomi Kida and Sonohara Anri would have been surprised. No one would expect Ryuugamine Mikado to be part of the Dollars, much less be it’s founder.
Unfortunately he was so focused on his cell phone that he rounded the corner and promptly collided with someone else who also wasn’t looking where they were going.
“Uffmph--” There was a crash as the other person fell backwards and Mikado dropped his cell phone.
“I’m sorry--!”
“No--dieu--I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going...”
The person sitting on the ground was a young man who could be mistaken for a college student by age and dress, though his blond hair and blue eyes marked him as a foreigner, maybe an American.
Mikado offered a hand to help the young man up.
“Are you alright? I’m really sorry...”
"No, it's fine...thanks."
The young man had a soft voice and a gentle face, the kind of face that would cause high school girls to go “kya, kya” on sight. He stood, brushed himself off, stooped to pick up two cell phones that lay on the ground and stared at them, puzzled.
“O-oh! That’s mine...” Mikado reached out for his cell phone. The young man handed it back to him with a smile, holding up his own cell phone to compare it to Mikado’s.
Both displayed the Dollars web page on the screen.
“You’re part of the Dollars too, eh? I knew the Dollars were based in Ikebukuro, so I was really excited when my brother suggested we were going here, but I never expected to meet one so suddenly! I’m from Canada, y’see.”
Mikado was somewhat struck dumb by this, that a random foreigner in the street was also part of the Dollars. However, a little voice inside him was shouting in triumph.
“R-really? I had no idea there were people in other countries in the Dollars! That’s amazing!”
Mikado’s smile was growing wider and wider by the second--even if he was having trouble remembering where the country of Canada was--was it an American state? He didn’t think so...
The young man scratched his head and spoke apologetically.
“Hey, do you think you could tell me where I am, eh? I kind of got separated from my...friends...they’ve all probably forgotten about me by now...I suppose I’ll have to go find them again...stupid America, why’d he have to run off like that, huh?”
Mikado smiled. The excitement of something “not everyday” was coursing through him.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh--Matthew--Matthew Williams.”
“My name is Ryuugamine Mikado. Matthew-san, I think can help you find your friends. Let me show you what Dollars is capable of.”
Re: [Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 9/?)
anonymous
December 20 2010, 01:48:19 UTC
Right now
Celty turned to show the the cell phone to England. He squinted at the screen, his overlarge eyebrows reminding Celty of furry caterpillars, bunched up as they were.
“Stupid America. Trust the prat to get himself on the Internet too...hmph. Wait...brother...? Who with us had a brother...or--wait--oh, who was it...?”
There was silence, as Celty’s helmet stared at England and England stared at the screen.
“AHA!” He snapped his fingers. “Canada! Quiet lad, doesn’t talk much, like a much less idiotic version of America. Has a big furry dog of some kind. I don’t remember him being with us, though...” England trailed off, uncertain. “Oh, well. It must be him. Well, Miss Sturluson. I understand you have instructions, but it seems I should help young...uh...Canada deal with this.”
Celty nodded, tapping away.
[I’m friends with Shizuo--maybe I can help too. Here it says they were last spotted near the train station. If we go where they last were...]
The motorcycle sped away with the neigh of a horse and a sound like hooves on pavement.
Right now: an office in Shinjuku
There was an almighty crash as Izaya’s chair tipped over backwards, depositing him on the floor.
Izaya sat sprawled on the floor in the wreckage of the chair, staring in horror at his computer. At the Dollar’s website on the screen.
His normal smile was still intact, but strained, and his eyes were that of someone who is watching well-laid plans crash to the ground in flames.
In Izaya’s case, that was exactly what was happening.
“Who?! Who is it?! Ryuugamine Mikado isn’t acting on his own! Who am I forgetting?!”
Namie’s face only showed mild perturbation that her boss was raving in a demented way.
“Mr. Evil Mastermind got outwitted, huh?”
Izaya ignored her, continuing to mutter to himself.
“Forgetting, forgetting, that’s part of it...who, who?! Ahhh...” his tone became soft. “Matthew Williams. Canada. He is truly...formidable...I should never have forgotten about him...truly a formidable opponent...with just this...he’s wrecked everything! If those two are directing the Dollars--! Damn it! He’s not human! No human could simply--disappear like that! Damn it!”
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Oh, Izaya. How I love making you suffer. No one should be able to be a smug bastard like you are and get away with it. =3= Apologies to OP for lack of actual fight scenes between Shizuo and America. I'll see if I can include one later...
XD Of course he's not human Ee-zai-uh-ku~un. You knew that well enough, otherwise you never would've set his brother on Shizuo. :3
Hee hee hee...I am loving this so much. Mikado, Mikado, yea! And he and Canada make such a great pair, especially with Mikado all powered up on the thrill of Not Everyday. England and Celty are also getting along swimmingly, which is fantastic - of course he's the only one who wouldn't be even a little freaked by her presence.
Great job as usual author-non! Though I am starting to wonder exactly what Alfred and Shizuo have gotten up to...have they degenerated into less fighting-out-of-anger and more fighting-because-holy-crap-this-guy-can-actually-match-me, or is Shizuo still raging over his clothes? And for that matter, where have the other three gotten off to...my money's on Russia turning up in the Russian Sushi place and having a lovely conversation with Simon. :3
Re: [Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 10/?)
anonymous
December 22 2010, 01:51:02 UTC
Right now
“Hey, are you sure you’re not a nation? ‘Cause I’ve never met anyone who could toss vending machines and shit around like you can! I mean, England says that I could toss a buffalo around when I was a kid, but hey, I’ve never met anyone else who can do that!”
Throughout the fight that had brought America and Shizuo nearly all the way across Ikebukuro, America had continued to chatter as if they weren’t fighting tooth and nail.
“Ahhh...does it really matter?” Shizuo offhandedly blocked the somewhat wild swing America had aimed at his face. Though it didn’t show, the force of the punch was such that any normal human would have been knocked down--or, knowing America, up to the height of street lights, and then down again. Painfully.
They had been fighting for a while now, both of them displaying the all of the eagerness and twice the resilience of two little boys who have gotten in a brawl.
As might be expected, neither of them were focused on their surroundings at all. They were simply---
--fighting. Throwing punches, kicks, in an endless repetition dizzying to watch. Neither had a weapon, simply whatever was at hand, be that signposts, guardrails, vending machines, trash cans, all were flung around regardless of size or weight.
Periodically America would sprint off, laughing like a maniac, while Shizuo gave chase, waving whatever innocent street fixture turned weapon of destruction he was currently holding.
It didn’t matter that neither of them knew each other, it didn’t even matter anymore what they had originally started fighting about.
All that was running through Shizuo’s head at the moment was--
“I can go all out against this guy!”
The effect was like that of a hurricane hitting Ikebukuro.
Re: [Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 8/?)
anonymous
January 1 2011, 00:52:24 UTC
Hello, anons. Authornon's brain has taken a vacation, so I am here to say that authornon is once again very sorry for the long holiday/other fills-caused delay in updates. She hopes you enjoy this part, because she was giggling like an idiot when she wrote it.
Happy reading and happy new year! ~Authornon's conscience
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Right now: Cyberspace, the Dollars website
[They just passed my office building! It’s Yamada Accountants near the park!]
[I’m at the se863Bhfbiiu---]
[*is above poster* Sorry about that, was dodging a flying playground slide. I’m at that park.]
[Could we maybe get them to Sunshine 60? Or the train station? That’s closest to where we are.]
[They passed the train station a while back]
[Try and DIRECT them to go somewhere?! You’re on something. Have you SEEN Shizuo fight? He’s a monster! owo]
[Alright, we’ll just try to intercept them]
[Um, hello. I’m with an England-san, who has a message for a...”that young lad, oh, I knew his name just a second ago...” Err, sorry, that’s not the message. The message is--”Oi, you! The one that’s not America or China or France or Russia or Japan. The other one” Ah, I think he means someone called Canada-san, who he mentioned a minute ago and then forgot about...^^U Anyway “look--what, oh yes, Canada!--look, Canada, we’re chasing your idiot brother as well, so let us try to meet up somewhere. If you’re near that train station that person was just talking about we can meet you there.”]
[Lol. Dude, what’s with those fail screenames. Can’t you come up with anything more creative than country names? Srsly.]
[Hey not cool. I do not appreciate that remark. >:( Canada is an awesome name. ANYWAY, thank you for delivering the message and sorry for you having to put up with my companion.]
[Oh, it’s no trouble. We’ll see you at the train station ^_^]
[Oh god. GUYS THERE ARE POLICE CARS CHASING SHIZUO AND THE OTHER GUY! OAO What do we do now?!]
[Oh, calm down! >.< They’re not gonna arrest anyone for just being there.]
[Yes, but what if they get arrested before “Canada” and “England” reach them?]
[We’ll get there before them]
[Well, you’ll have to move fast, because Shizuo and whatshisname are slowing down...if you’re not careful, the police will get there first!]
[Let’s get moving, then! We need directions, now!]
[Yes, sir! *salutes* owo]
Right now, a certain government building in Tokyo
Japan trudged back into the conference room. He was exhausted, and there had been no word from that oh-so-clever information broker who’d promised that it would be easy to find the other nations.
“Oh, Japan, aru? Back already? Did you enjoy your sightseeing?”
China was composedly sitting at the conference table with a cup of tea and a pile of paperwork in front of him.
Japan stood in the doorway, staring.
“C-China. What are you doing here?”
“I realized I had some things to do, so I just made my way back here.” China explained, the paused. “Wait a minute. Where are the others, aru?”
Japan had never wanted to be isolationist again so badly.
Right now
Russia was dimly aware that he was lost, but he didn’t mind much. He had tried asking for directions, but everyone he asked had just mumbled something and ran away.
That wasn’t very considerate of Japan’s people. His own people certainly would never have done something like that.
Oh, well. They would soon all be one with Russia anyway.
He spotted a sign over a shop across the street.
It read ‘Russia Sushi’.
Russia wandered over, blushing and smiling happily. He was very flattered that someone had named a restaurant after him.
Inside, the little shop was moderately crowded, but Russia slid through the crowd politely elbowing people aside and smiling. He took a seat at the bar.
He could tell that the large black man and the older cook were both his people. Russia’s smile widened and became a little darker. He would have to ask them why they chose to leave the glorious motherland. For now, he was happy to sit.
He liked this restaurant. A little way down the bar, there sat a girl with short hair, glasses, and very large breasts. She reminded him a little of his sister Ukraine.
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Maybe included in future parts: England trying to summon something occult w/ black magic and getting Anri instead, y/y?
Re: [Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 12/?)
anonymous
January 9 2011, 01:44:02 UTC
Right now
There’s a certain park in Ikebukuro. It’s somewhat noted in the area for being a place where high school girls gather.
That also made it a place for high school boys to gather--or at least to walk by, surreptitiously stealing glances at the beautiful, youthful faces and bodies in the area.
Though, right now, it could also be noted because it was one of the few areas that Heiwajima Shizuo and America hadn’t rampaged through.
Currently there was a male person impudently trespassing on these sacred grounds of femininity, earning glares from all other male persons walking by
The trespasser had longer hair then might usually be seen on a man, and was wearing a formal suit like a businessman or government worker. This effect was ruin by the fact that his shirt was partially unbuttoned, and he held a bouquet of roses, with a single rose clenched in his teeth.
Most of the people who would have recognized him as the République française were either halfway across the world or trying to keep a pair of insanely strong madman with a minimum of concern for other people’s property from destroying a city.
However, that circle had just expanded to include a considerably large number of Dollars members, including some of the girls surrounding him.
The somewhat one-sided conversation went something like this:
“Oh, I wouldn’t have though such young ladies as charming as you would be part of an online gang...oh? For moi? You must be mistaken...hmm? Oh...Angleterre...and Amerique? Oh. I see...I suppose I mustn’t cause trouble...well, would you lovely ladies care to accompany me to meet up with my companions? They are, I’m afraid, horrendously boring, and have no fashion sense at all, unlike you ladies...”
Right now
“Hey, dude, you’re bleeding. You okay?”
“Hah?” Shizuo looked down at his left hand, as his right shot up to keep America’s foot from hitting his head. “Oh. This.” His tone was indifferent, though his hand was bleeding quite profusely. “It’s fine. And anyway...” he drew back his fist. “...where do you come off worrying about your opponent in a fight, huh? Huh? If you’re--”
He punched America with all the force of a crazed bull elephant. If connected with a mighty thud, sending America sprawling. He got up again almost immediately, though.
“--if you’re fighting me, then you’re at least attempting to punch my head in, right? I mean, you wouldn’t be fighting me otherwise, right? So you can’t go worrying about--” He flung a trash can, which was dutifully dodged and crashed through the glass of a storefront opposite.
“--any flesh wounds!”
“Woah.” America frowned momentarily. “That’s intense, man. You sound kinda like Prussia. Well, if that’s the way you want to play it...!”
He charged toward Shizuo, lowering his head.
Shizuo grinned maniacally, drawing his fist back again.
And then--
“OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE WILL YOU TWO GIVE IT A REST ALREADY?!”
Shizuo and America appeared momentarily stunned at the intrusion, America stopping headlong in his tracks and nearly tripping over his own feet.
There was a screech that might have been a horse’s whinny, and a black motorcycle skidded to a halt, closely followed by a van. England leaped off the bike, followed almost immediately by Celty, who rushed toward Shizuo, waving her cell phone, while England made a beeline for America.
Behind them, Mikado and Canada were jumping out of the van, with Mikado nodding thanks to Kadota.
“AMERICA! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING! I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, YOUNG MAN!”
“Huh? England? What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, hey, Celty. What’s wrong?”
[Shizuo, we’ve been trying to find you all afternoon!!! You two need to stop fighting!!!! There’s been lots of damage to the city...and...and the police are after you, too!!!!!!!!!!]
Celty’s typing became increasing frantic with increasingly more exclamation points.
Re: [Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 13/?)
anonymous
January 9 2011, 01:50:53 UTC
Meanwhile, England continued to advance on the unsuspecting America.
“We have been chasing after you ALL AFTERNOON you ungracious prat! It’s all your fault everyone is lost, and you’ve been causing trouble every which way, to me, and to Miss Sturluson there, and to your brother too!”
“God, England! What are you, my mom? Wait--who?”
England groaned. “CANADA, you idiot!” He gave a wild gesture to Canada and Mikado. Behind them, Karisawa and Yumasaki could be seen gaping at the incredible scene taking place before their eyes.
“Oh, right. Wait, who’s that other guy?”
“Damn if I know.”
“Okay.” America scratched his head, looking puzzled. “So what’s the big deal, again?”
Canada winced. America just doesn’t learn, does he?
“What’s. The. Big. Deal.” England’s tone of voice is dangerously soft. “THE BIG DEAL IS THAT YOU’VE BEEN RAMPAGING ALL OVER THE CITY WITH NO THOUGHT FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF! You know what! If you like fighting so much, why don’t you have a go fighting some occult forces summoned by the dark arts, huh?!”
England begins to mutter under his breath. A circle that reminds Celty of something out of an anime, or maybe something that would summon demons, appears on the pavement, glowing.
The glow gets stronger, and a vague form began to rise out of the ground. The tension in the air is tight a bowstring, the whole company leaning forward to see what manner of outlandish thing it will be.
Celty is clutching her cell phone tightly, praying with unexpected fervor to “Please, please not be a space alien, please...”
The form is broad, tall, and--wearing a scarf?
“Oh, hello, everyone.” Russia beams at the astonished faces surrounding him.
America blinks. “Oh, hey Russia--” He is cut off by England, who, after an initial moment of terror, swears viciously.
“Fuck it all! Let me try that again...!” He begins to mutter again, and the glow comes back.
This time the form is smaller and slimmer and has a large chest.
“Eh?! Sonohara-san?!” Mikado’s voice rings out among largely puzzled silence.
Celty’s helmet swings around, somehow managing to convey shock and puzzlement as well as Mikado’s expression.
Mikado rushes over to Anri. “Sonohara-san, what happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure...I was just waiting for you and Kida-kun at Russia Sushi...that man was there too...” She indicates Russia. As usual, Anri’s face is subdued, and she does not look upset, just slightly confused.
England stares. “What...the...FUCK. Why is there a schoolgirl standing in the middle of my magic circle?”
“She floated up through it!” says America, helpfully. “And so did Russia! They’re supposed to be ‘occult forces summoned by the dark arts’!”
England shoots him a glare. His blood pressure has probably reached pressures unmatched by man.
And then France appears, a group of girls trailing behind him.
“Oh? Hello, Angleterre, Amerique, Russie. What’s going on?” He directs a leer at Anri. “Found a nice young girl who will put up with all your depraved kinks, Angleterre?”
“Fuck off, frog. We. Are. Leaving.” he manages, through gritted teeth.
France shrugs. “Fine by me, though I don’t want to abandon these lovely girls.” There’s a smattering of giggles from the group of girls gathered behind France. He blows a kiss at them, then strolls over to England, America and Russia. Canada hurries over to join them, after exchanging glances with Mikado.
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Fail anti-climax is fail, oh and DAMN YOU, WORD LIMITS. ;A; Just have a little bit more of this part and some mini-epilogues after this! I'll try to get those up soon, dare I say, tomorrow? soon.
Re: [Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 14/15)
anonymous
January 9 2011, 02:05:43 UTC
America grins at Shizuo. “Alright. Nice knowing you.”
“Sure.” Shizuo nods, somewhat awkwardly. It’s kinda annoying, having a fight interrupted. He hasn’t the faintest clue what’s going on, and is vaguely aware he might have broken a rib or two. He should probably go get Shinra to check it, but he’ll probably just babble on about whatever and stick some scalpels into him for no good reason.
England has just enough coherent speech left to nod at Celty and say “Thank you kindly for your assistance, Miss Sturluson, and I’m sorry for the trouble--” The emphasized word dips dangerously close to a snarl. “A good day to you.”
And then the group of nations is gone, leaving Celty, Shizuo, Anri, and Mikado in the wrecked street.
It’s just another normal day in Ikebukuro...
Shizuo sighs. “Well, I’m gonna go see Shinra. He’ll probably go on about how I shouldn’t be walking around like this.”
Celty holds up a finger in a “just one minute” gesture, and turns to Anri and Mikado.
[Are you two alright? You’re not hurt, Anri-chan?]
Anri nodded her head. “Oh, yes, I’m fine.”
Mikado smiled. “Me too,” he said, snapping his phone shut. It was the smile of someone who is proud of a job well done.
His smile faded a little. “Wait a minute...what’s the time?” He opened his phone again. “Oh no, Sonohara-san, we’re going to be late to meet Masaomi! We’re supposed to meet him at Russia Sushi in five minutes!”
The van pulled up beside them, and the window rolled down to reveal Kadota. “We can give you a lift, if you want. Russia Sushi, right?”
Mikado and Anri looked at each other. “Yes, thank you very much,” they said, together, and climbed in the van. It had been a long day.
Celty turned to Shizuo.
[I can give you a ride to Shinra’s and my place, if you want. I’m done with work today anyway.]
And that was that.
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Isn't is convenient how characters can get over extremely strange phenomena and revert going about their business, or worrying about whether they'll be late to meet a friend at a sushi bar, for example? xD (Psst, that's why Anri was at Russia Sushi, by the way.) Or maybe I just couldn't think of a way to end this fic. Yeah, that's totally not it at all.
Heee. XD Oh, anon, I loved this. From beginning to end, it was just so Durarara, and so Hetalia, and so much fun. I especially loved summoning Anri at the end, along with Russia. Thank you thank you for such a fun story!
Re: [Part 15] Durararatalia (Part 15/15)
anonymous
January 16 2011, 20:11:12 UTC
4 hours later
[...and that's how it ended,] Celty concluded.
"Woah, Celty, that's amazing! Your work sounds so exciting! I wish I could tag along with Celty all day and see your cool professional attitude~ The beautiful shadow woman who patrols the city, protecting the innocent!”
Celty’s shoulders rose and sank in a motion that would have been a sigh if she had a mouth or throat to sigh with.
[Shinra, that’s ridiculous! And embarrassing! Geez! Anyway, it would have been real trouble if we hadn’t found them in time! At least the police aren’t going to press charges...apparently the Japanese government is paying for the damages...which is really strange, come to think of it...]
“Well, all’s well that ends well. But, Celty, are you sure that British guy wasn’t seducing you? I mean, Celty, you’re British--well, Irish--but how do I know you don’t have an innate attraction to blond guys who drink tea and say ‘What ho’? Should I dye my hair blond? Would I be more attractive to you then? Urgh--ow--Celty, why are you punching me in the gut? Ow, Celty, that really hurts!”
Right now
“So, you got his wallet? Yes? Blond hair, blue eyes, glasses. That’s right. Yes. I see. Thank you very much. I’ll see you in...” Izaya glanced at his watch. “...half an hour.”
He hung up the phone. Namie, on the other side of the room, gave a derisive snort.
“You hired someone to steal what’s-his-name’s wallet?”
Izaya smiled his shark smile.
“And his keys. I’ll take what victories I can.”
30 minutes later
“Ha! Let’s see how Matthew Williams reacts to this!”
“Izaya.”
“Yes, Namie?”
“This key ring has an American flag key chain on it.”
8 hours later, the Reagan National Airport, Washington, D.C, The United States of America
“My ID? Oh sure, just a second, it’s in my wallet. Woah, hey. Wait a minute, my wallet’s gone! Where’d it go? No, don’t look at me like that, I swear I had it a second ago! It’s gotta be here somewhere! I swear, I’m not a terrorist! Oh shit.”
4 hours later
“Hello? Yeah, hi Michelle. It’s America. Could you put Barack on? Yeah. Mmhmm. Hey, Barack, buddy, could you send someone to pick me up? I’m at the airport...yeah, I’ve been here for four hours...my wallet got stolen, or something. And my keys. Airport security was kinda pissed, and I’m sorta stuck here. Yeah. Yeah, I’m locked out of my house too.”
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A little divine comeuppance for both Izaya (because he shouldn't ALWAYS win) and America (Rampaging. NOT COOL). That's what you guys get for screwing around. >:( XD
Oh yeah, and after this, Izaya spent a truly ungodly amount of time trying to make Canada miserable. And mainly failing. So he resorted to, whenever Canada came to Japan for a meeting, bribing interns to steal his pens and put salt in his water glass. True fax. xD *shot*
Also, you have NO idea how many times the president of the United States gets that call. *shot again*
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10 minutes ago
The young boy walking the streets of Ikebukuro looked like any other Japanese high school student, though his face would have been more suited to a middle school student.
He had his cell phone out and was studying it as he walked, something ordinary for young people in this day and age. The only thing out of place was the unusually intense expression he wore. His eyes were glued to the cell phone as if it were a matter of life of death, the look of concentration he wore seeming unsuited to his boyish face.
If anyone had seen the screen of the cell phone, they might have been surprised, especially if they knew him personally, because it displayed the website of the Internet gang the Dollars. Certainly his best friends Masaomi Kida and Sonohara Anri would have been surprised. No one would expect Ryuugamine Mikado to be part of the Dollars, much less be it’s founder.
Unfortunately he was so focused on his cell phone that he rounded the corner and promptly collided with someone else who also wasn’t looking where they were going.
“Uffmph--” There was a crash as the other person fell backwards and Mikado dropped his cell phone.
“I’m sorry--!”
“No--dieu--I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going...”
The person sitting on the ground was a young man who could be mistaken for a college student by age and dress, though his blond hair and blue eyes marked him as a foreigner, maybe an American.
Mikado offered a hand to help the young man up.
“Are you alright? I’m really sorry...”
"No, it's fine...thanks."
The young man had a soft voice and a gentle face, the kind of face that would cause high school girls to go “kya, kya” on sight. He stood, brushed himself off, stooped to pick up two cell phones that lay on the ground and stared at them, puzzled.
“O-oh! That’s mine...” Mikado reached out for his cell phone. The young man handed it back to him with a smile, holding up his own cell phone to compare it to Mikado’s.
Both displayed the Dollars web page on the screen.
“You’re part of the Dollars too, eh? I knew the Dollars were based in Ikebukuro, so I was really excited when my brother suggested we were going here, but I never expected to meet one so suddenly! I’m from Canada, y’see.”
Mikado was somewhat struck dumb by this, that a random foreigner in the street was also part of the Dollars. However, a little voice inside him was shouting in triumph.
“R-really? I had no idea there were people in other countries in the Dollars! That’s amazing!”
Mikado’s smile was growing wider and wider by the second--even if he was having trouble remembering where the country of Canada was--was it an American state? He didn’t think so...
The young man scratched his head and spoke apologetically.
“Hey, do you think you could tell me where I am, eh? I kind of got separated from my...friends...they’ve all probably forgotten about me by now...I suppose I’ll have to go find them again...stupid America, why’d he have to run off like that, huh?”
Mikado smiled. The excitement of something “not everyday” was coursing through him.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh--Matthew--Matthew Williams.”
“My name is Ryuugamine Mikado. Matthew-san, I think can help you find your friends. Let me show you what Dollars is capable of.”
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CANADA. AND MIKADO. Those two MAKE the Dollars.
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Celty turned to show the the cell phone to England. He squinted at the screen, his overlarge eyebrows reminding Celty of furry caterpillars, bunched up as they were.
“Stupid America. Trust the prat to get himself on the Internet too...hmph. Wait...brother...? Who with us had a brother...or--wait--oh, who was it...?”
There was silence, as Celty’s helmet stared at England and England stared at the screen.
“AHA!” He snapped his fingers. “Canada! Quiet lad, doesn’t talk much, like a much less idiotic version of America. Has a big furry dog of some kind. I don’t remember him being with us, though...” England trailed off, uncertain. “Oh, well. It must be him. Well, Miss Sturluson. I understand you have instructions, but it seems I should help young...uh...Canada deal with this.”
Celty nodded, tapping away.
[I’m friends with Shizuo--maybe I can help too. Here it says they were last spotted near the train station. If we go where they last were...]
The motorcycle sped away with the neigh of a horse and a sound like hooves on pavement.
Right now: an office in Shinjuku
There was an almighty crash as Izaya’s chair tipped over backwards, depositing him on the floor.
Izaya sat sprawled on the floor in the wreckage of the chair, staring in horror at his computer. At the Dollar’s website on the screen.
His normal smile was still intact, but strained, and his eyes were that of someone who is watching well-laid plans crash to the ground in flames.
In Izaya’s case, that was exactly what was happening.
“Who?! Who is it?! Ryuugamine Mikado isn’t acting on his own! Who am I forgetting?!”
Namie’s face only showed mild perturbation that her boss was raving in a demented way.
“Mr. Evil Mastermind got outwitted, huh?”
Izaya ignored her, continuing to mutter to himself.
“Forgetting, forgetting, that’s part of it...who, who?! Ahhh...” his tone became soft. “Matthew Williams. Canada. He is truly...formidable...I should never have forgotten about him...truly a formidable opponent...with just this...he’s wrecked everything! If those two are directing the Dollars--! Damn it! He’s not human! No human could simply--disappear like that! Damn it!”
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Oh, Izaya. How I love making you suffer. No one should be able to be a smug bastard like you are and get away with it. =3=
Apologies to OP for lack of actual fight scenes between Shizuo and America. I'll see if I can include one later...
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17942.html?thread=59827478#t59827478
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Hee hee hee...I am loving this so much. Mikado, Mikado, yea! And he and Canada make such a great pair, especially with Mikado all powered up on the thrill of Not Everyday. England and Celty are also getting along swimmingly, which is fantastic - of course he's the only one who wouldn't be even a little freaked by her presence.
Great job as usual author-non! Though I am starting to wonder exactly what Alfred and Shizuo have gotten up to...have they degenerated into less fighting-out-of-anger and more fighting-because-holy-crap-this-guy-can-actually-match-me, or is Shizuo still raging over his clothes? And for that matter, where have the other three gotten off to...my money's on Russia turning up in the Russian Sushi place and having a lovely conversation with Simon. :3
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You're totally right about Russia, I'm so excited to write that part. >_<
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“Hey, are you sure you’re not a nation? ‘Cause I’ve never met anyone who could toss vending machines and shit around like you can! I mean, England says that I could toss a buffalo around when I was a kid, but hey, I’ve never met anyone else who can do that!”
Throughout the fight that had brought America and Shizuo nearly all the way across Ikebukuro, America had continued to chatter as if they weren’t fighting tooth and nail.
“Ahhh...does it really matter?” Shizuo offhandedly blocked the somewhat wild swing America had aimed at his face. Though it didn’t show, the force of the punch was such that any normal human would have been knocked down--or, knowing America, up to the height of street lights, and then down again. Painfully.
They had been fighting for a while now, both of them displaying the all of the eagerness and twice the resilience of two little boys who have gotten in a brawl.
As might be expected, neither of them were focused on their surroundings at all. They were simply---
--fighting. Throwing punches, kicks, in an endless repetition dizzying to watch. Neither had a weapon, simply whatever was at hand, be that signposts, guardrails, vending machines, trash cans, all were flung around regardless of size or weight.
Periodically America would sprint off, laughing like a maniac, while Shizuo gave chase, waving whatever innocent street fixture turned weapon of destruction he was currently holding.
It didn’t matter that neither of them knew each other, it didn’t even matter anymore what they had originally started fighting about.
All that was running through Shizuo’s head at the moment was--
“I can go all out against this guy!”
The effect was like that of a hurricane hitting Ikebukuro.
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Happy reading and happy new year!
~Authornon's conscience
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Right now: Cyberspace, the Dollars website
[They just passed my office building! It’s Yamada Accountants near the park!]
[I’m at the se863Bhfbiiu---]
[*is above poster* Sorry about that, was dodging a flying playground slide. I’m at that park.]
[Could we maybe get them to Sunshine 60? Or the train station? That’s closest to where we are.]
[They passed the train station a while back]
[Try and DIRECT them to go somewhere?! You’re on something. Have you SEEN Shizuo fight? He’s a monster! owo]
[Alright, we’ll just try to intercept them]
[Um, hello. I’m with an England-san, who has a message for a...”that young lad, oh, I knew his name just a second ago...” Err, sorry, that’s not the message. The message is--”Oi, you! The one that’s not America or China or France or Russia or Japan. The other one” Ah, I think he means someone called Canada-san, who he mentioned a minute ago and then forgot about...^^U
Anyway “look--what, oh yes, Canada!--look, Canada, we’re chasing your idiot brother as well, so let us try to meet up somewhere. If you’re near that train station that person was just talking about we can meet you there.”]
[Lol. Dude, what’s with those fail screenames. Can’t you come up with anything more creative than country names? Srsly.]
[Hey not cool. I do not appreciate that remark. >:( Canada is an awesome name. ANYWAY, thank you for delivering the message and sorry for you having to put up with my companion.]
[Oh, it’s no trouble. We’ll see you at the train station ^_^]
[Oh god. GUYS THERE ARE POLICE CARS CHASING SHIZUO AND THE OTHER GUY! OAO What do we do now?!]
[Oh, calm down! >.< They’re not gonna arrest anyone for just being there.]
[Yes, but what if they get arrested before “Canada” and “England” reach them?]
[We’ll get there before them]
[Well, you’ll have to move fast, because Shizuo and whatshisname are slowing down...if you’re not careful, the police will get there first!]
[Let’s get moving, then! We need directions, now!]
[Yes, sir! *salutes* owo]
Right now, a certain government building in Tokyo
Japan trudged back into the conference room. He was exhausted, and there had been no word from that oh-so-clever information broker who’d promised that it would be easy to find the other nations.
“Oh, Japan, aru? Back already? Did you enjoy your sightseeing?”
China was composedly sitting at the conference table with a cup of tea and a pile of paperwork in front of him.
Japan stood in the doorway, staring.
“C-China. What are you doing here?”
“I realized I had some things to do, so I just made my way back here.” China explained, the paused. “Wait a minute. Where are the others, aru?”
Japan had never wanted to be isolationist again so badly.
Right now
Russia was dimly aware that he was lost, but he didn’t mind much. He had tried asking for directions, but everyone he asked had just mumbled something and ran away.
That wasn’t very considerate of Japan’s people. His own people certainly would never have done something like that.
Oh, well. They would soon all be one with Russia anyway.
He spotted a sign over a shop across the street.
It read ‘Russia Sushi’.
Russia wandered over, blushing and smiling happily. He was very flattered that someone had named a restaurant after him.
Inside, the little shop was moderately crowded, but Russia slid through the crowd politely elbowing people aside and smiling. He took a seat at the bar.
He could tell that the large black man and the older cook were both his people. Russia’s smile widened and became a little darker. He would have to ask them why they chose to leave the glorious motherland. For now, he was happy to sit.
He liked this restaurant. A little way down the bar, there sat a girl with short hair, glasses, and very large breasts. She reminded him a little of his sister Ukraine.
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Maybe included in future parts: England trying to summon something occult w/ black magic and getting Anri instead, y/y?
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Huge, uber YES to Anri getting involved with England and black magic.
But, um, one tiny thing that bugged me. Ukraine is older than Russia.
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There’s a certain park in Ikebukuro. It’s somewhat noted in the area for being a place where high school girls gather.
That also made it a place for high school boys to gather--or at least to walk by, surreptitiously stealing glances at the beautiful, youthful faces and bodies in the area.
Though, right now, it could also be noted because it was one of the few areas that Heiwajima Shizuo and America hadn’t rampaged through.
Currently there was a male person impudently trespassing on these sacred grounds of femininity, earning glares from all other male persons walking by
The trespasser had longer hair then might usually be seen on a man, and was wearing a formal suit like a businessman or government worker. This effect was ruin by the fact that his shirt was partially unbuttoned, and he held a bouquet of roses, with a single rose clenched in his teeth.
Most of the people who would have recognized him as the République française were either halfway across the world or trying to keep a pair of insanely strong madman with a minimum of concern for other people’s property from destroying a city.
However, that circle had just expanded to include a considerably large number of Dollars members, including some of the girls surrounding him.
The somewhat one-sided conversation went something like this:
“Oh, I wouldn’t have though such young ladies as charming as you would be part of an online gang...oh? For moi? You must be mistaken...hmm? Oh...Angleterre...and Amerique? Oh. I see...I suppose I mustn’t cause trouble...well, would you lovely ladies care to accompany me to meet up with my companions? They are, I’m afraid, horrendously boring, and have no fashion sense at all, unlike you ladies...”
Right now
“Hey, dude, you’re bleeding. You okay?”
“Hah?” Shizuo looked down at his left hand, as his right shot up to keep America’s foot from hitting his head. “Oh. This.” His tone was indifferent, though his hand was bleeding quite profusely. “It’s fine. And anyway...” he drew back his fist. “...where do you come off worrying about your opponent in a fight, huh? Huh? If you’re--”
He punched America with all the force of a crazed bull elephant. If connected with a mighty thud, sending America sprawling. He got up again almost immediately, though.
“--if you’re fighting me, then you’re at least attempting to punch my head in, right? I mean, you wouldn’t be fighting me otherwise, right? So you can’t go worrying about--” He flung a trash can, which was dutifully dodged and crashed through the glass of a storefront opposite.
“--any flesh wounds!”
“Woah.” America frowned momentarily. “That’s intense, man. You sound kinda like Prussia. Well, if that’s the way you want to play it...!”
He charged toward Shizuo, lowering his head.
Shizuo grinned maniacally, drawing his fist back again.
And then--
“OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE WILL YOU TWO GIVE IT A REST ALREADY?!”
Shizuo and America appeared momentarily stunned at the intrusion, America stopping headlong in his tracks and nearly tripping over his own feet.
There was a screech that might have been a horse’s whinny, and a black motorcycle skidded to a halt, closely followed by a van. England leaped off the bike, followed almost immediately by Celty, who rushed toward Shizuo, waving her cell phone, while England made a beeline for America.
Behind them, Mikado and Canada were jumping out of the van, with Mikado nodding thanks to Kadota.
“AMERICA! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING! I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, YOUNG MAN!”
“Huh? England? What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, hey, Celty. What’s wrong?”
[Shizuo, we’ve been trying to find you all afternoon!!! You two need to stop fighting!!!! There’s been lots of damage to the city...and...and the police are after you, too!!!!!!!!!!]
Celty’s typing became increasing frantic with increasingly more exclamation points.
Shizuo appeared to take a moment to digest this.
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Word. Limits. Grrr. :(
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“We have been chasing after you ALL AFTERNOON you ungracious prat! It’s all your fault everyone is lost, and you’ve been causing trouble every which way, to me, and to Miss Sturluson there, and to your brother too!”
“God, England! What are you, my mom? Wait--who?”
England groaned. “CANADA, you idiot!” He gave a wild gesture to Canada and Mikado. Behind them, Karisawa and Yumasaki could be seen gaping at the incredible scene taking place before their eyes.
“Oh, right. Wait, who’s that other guy?”
“Damn if I know.”
“Okay.” America scratched his head, looking puzzled. “So what’s the big deal, again?”
Canada winced. America just doesn’t learn, does he?
“What’s. The. Big. Deal.” England’s tone of voice is dangerously soft. “THE BIG DEAL IS THAT YOU’VE BEEN RAMPAGING ALL OVER THE CITY WITH NO THOUGHT FOR ANYONE BUT YOURSELF! You know what! If you like fighting so much, why don’t you have a go fighting some occult forces summoned by the dark arts, huh?!”
England begins to mutter under his breath. A circle that reminds Celty of something out of an anime, or maybe something that would summon demons, appears on the pavement, glowing.
The glow gets stronger, and a vague form began to rise out of the ground. The tension in the air is tight a bowstring, the whole company leaning forward to see what manner of outlandish thing it will be.
Celty is clutching her cell phone tightly, praying with unexpected fervor to “Please, please not be a space alien, please...”
The form is broad, tall, and--wearing a scarf?
“Oh, hello, everyone.” Russia beams at the astonished faces surrounding him.
America blinks. “Oh, hey Russia--” He is cut off by England, who, after an initial moment of terror, swears viciously.
“Fuck it all! Let me try that again...!” He begins to mutter again, and the glow comes back.
This time the form is smaller and slimmer and has a large chest.
“Eh?! Sonohara-san?!” Mikado’s voice rings out among largely puzzled silence.
Celty’s helmet swings around, somehow managing to convey shock and puzzlement as well as Mikado’s expression.
Anri stands, bewildered. “Celty-san...? Ryuugamine-kun? Where...am I?”
Mikado rushes over to Anri. “Sonohara-san, what happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure...I was just waiting for you and Kida-kun at Russia Sushi...that man was there too...” She indicates Russia. As usual, Anri’s face is subdued, and she does not look upset, just slightly confused.
England stares. “What...the...FUCK. Why is there a schoolgirl standing in the middle of my magic circle?”
“She floated up through it!” says America, helpfully. “And so did Russia! They’re supposed to be ‘occult forces summoned by the dark arts’!”
England shoots him a glare. His blood pressure has probably reached pressures unmatched by man.
And then France appears, a group of girls trailing behind him.
“Oh? Hello, Angleterre, Amerique, Russie. What’s going on?” He directs a leer at Anri. “Found a nice young girl who will put up with all your depraved kinks, Angleterre?”
England’s blood pressure reaches astronomical levels.
“Fuck off, frog. We. Are. Leaving.” he manages, through gritted teeth.
France shrugs. “Fine by me, though I don’t want to abandon these lovely girls.” There’s a smattering of giggles from the group of girls gathered behind France. He blows a kiss at them, then strolls over to England, America and Russia. Canada hurries over to join them, after exchanging glances with Mikado.
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Fail anti-climax is fail, oh and DAMN YOU, WORD LIMITS. ;A;
Just have a little bit more of this part and some mini-epilogues after this! I'll try to get those up soon, dare I say, tomorrow? soon.
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“Sure.” Shizuo nods, somewhat awkwardly. It’s kinda annoying, having a fight interrupted. He hasn’t the faintest clue what’s going on, and is vaguely aware he might have broken a rib or two. He should probably go get Shinra to check it, but he’ll probably just babble on about whatever and stick some scalpels into him for no good reason.
England has just enough coherent speech left to nod at Celty and say “Thank you kindly for your assistance, Miss Sturluson, and I’m sorry for the trouble--” The emphasized word dips dangerously close to a snarl. “A good day to you.”
And then the group of nations is gone, leaving Celty, Shizuo, Anri, and Mikado in the wrecked street.
It’s just another normal day in Ikebukuro...
Shizuo sighs. “Well, I’m gonna go see Shinra. He’ll probably go on about how I shouldn’t be walking around like this.”
Celty holds up a finger in a “just one minute” gesture, and turns to Anri and Mikado.
[Are you two alright? You’re not hurt, Anri-chan?]
Anri nodded her head. “Oh, yes, I’m fine.”
Mikado smiled. “Me too,” he said, snapping his phone shut. It was the smile of someone who is proud of a job well done.
His smile faded a little. “Wait a minute...what’s the time?” He opened his phone again. “Oh no, Sonohara-san, we’re going to be late to meet Masaomi! We’re supposed to meet him at Russia Sushi in five minutes!”
The van pulled up beside them, and the window rolled down to reveal Kadota. “We can give you a lift, if you want. Russia Sushi, right?”
Mikado and Anri looked at each other. “Yes, thank you very much,” they said, together, and climbed in the van. It had been a long day.
Celty turned to Shizuo.
[I can give you a ride to Shinra’s and my place, if you want. I’m done with work today anyway.]
And that was that.
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Isn't is convenient how characters can get over extremely strange phenomena and revert going about their business, or worrying about whether they'll be late to meet a friend at a sushi bar, for example? xD (Psst, that's why Anri was at Russia Sushi, by the way.)
Or maybe I just couldn't think of a way to end this fic. Yeah, that's totally not it at all.
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[...and that's how it ended,] Celty concluded.
"Woah, Celty, that's amazing! Your work sounds so exciting! I wish I could tag along with Celty all day and see your cool professional attitude~ The beautiful shadow woman who patrols the city, protecting the innocent!”
Celty’s shoulders rose and sank in a motion that would have been a sigh if she had a mouth or throat to sigh with.
[Shinra, that’s ridiculous! And embarrassing! Geez! Anyway, it would have been real trouble if we hadn’t found them in time! At least the police aren’t going to press charges...apparently the Japanese government is paying for the damages...which is really strange, come to think of it...]
“Well, all’s well that ends well. But, Celty, are you sure that British guy wasn’t seducing you? I mean, Celty, you’re British--well, Irish--but how do I know you don’t have an innate attraction to blond guys who drink tea and say ‘What ho’? Should I dye my hair blond? Would I be more attractive to you then? Urgh--ow--Celty, why are you punching me in the gut? Ow, Celty, that really hurts!”
Right now
“So, you got his wallet? Yes? Blond hair, blue eyes, glasses. That’s right. Yes. I see. Thank you very much. I’ll see you in...” Izaya glanced at his watch. “...half an hour.”
He hung up the phone. Namie, on the other side of the room, gave a derisive snort.
“You hired someone to steal what’s-his-name’s wallet?”
Izaya smiled his shark smile.
“And his keys. I’ll take what victories I can.”
30 minutes later
“Ha! Let’s see how Matthew Williams reacts to this!”
“Izaya.”
“Yes, Namie?”
“This key ring has an American flag key chain on it.”
8 hours later, the Reagan National Airport, Washington, D.C, The United States of America
“My ID? Oh sure, just a second, it’s in my wallet. Woah, hey. Wait a minute, my wallet’s gone! Where’d it go? No, don’t look at me like that, I swear I had it a second ago! It’s gotta be here somewhere! I swear, I’m not a terrorist! Oh shit.”
4 hours later
“Hello? Yeah, hi Michelle. It’s America. Could you put Barack on? Yeah. Mmhmm. Hey, Barack, buddy, could you send someone to pick me up? I’m at the airport...yeah, I’ve been here for four hours...my wallet got stolen, or something. And my keys. Airport security was kinda pissed, and I’m sorta stuck here. Yeah. Yeah, I’m locked out of my house too.”
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A little divine comeuppance for both Izaya (because he shouldn't ALWAYS win) and America (Rampaging. NOT COOL). That's what you guys get for screwing around. >:( XD
Oh yeah, and after this, Izaya spent a truly ungodly amount of time trying to make Canada miserable. And mainly failing. So he resorted to, whenever Canada came to Japan for a meeting, bribing interns to steal his pens and put salt in his water glass. True fax. xD *shot*
Also, you have NO idea how many times the president of the United States gets that call. *shot again*
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