This one is for my buddy Julia :D hey gurl! LOVE YOUUUUU! Some minor notes here, blood I guess, I don't own hetalia, and if I use blonde, instead of blond, to describe a guy, I'm sorry, it's a force of habit.

Flames lashed out and whipped around his ankles.
But the knight carried on.
Smoke wafted up into the air and he inhaled the fumes.
But the Knight carried on.
His horse fell and his supplies dwindled to near nothing in the Hellish terrain of the Fire Kingdom.
But the knight carried on.
This warrior, sent from the Kingdom of Ice, had one mission and one thing on his mind alone.
His goal was clear-cut, this feathery platinum blond was assigned the task of saving the Prince of his monarchy.
The journey to the castle had posed only a bit of a challenge for this skilled individual. His sleek yet muscular body was perfect for dodging every obstacle that was thrown his way, and his handsome face was great for getting information from the village women.
Everyone in the Ice Kingdom knew Nikolai as the best swordsman around. It was almost a bit of a surprise when he discovered he was no one to the Fire Kingdom. From the secret poison laced weapon that was his cross barrette, to his actual Norman sword, the blue eyed man always had a trump card. Word had it that his dulled orbs would pierce you shortly before the tip of his sharp weapon.
As an experienced swordsman, he was the first person the cold king, a menace-emanating man (who was actually and okay person) turned to when he found out by his squire, a Mr. Tino as he recalled, screaming to him the scene that his small adopted brother Peter had seen earlier that day. The prince was out in the garden collecting flowers, peonies to be exact, for his Kaoru, when all of a sudden a man with similar colored hair and crimson eyes appeared. His dirty-blonde blue-eyed companion joined him and dragged off the royal teen, all while Peter hid in the bushes.
The knight knew what he was being sent to do the moment his Sire spoke the words "the prince has recently been kidnapped..." And he knew that he would hear at the end "and don't let the Fire King live."
So here he was.
Soon, he made his way to the building, seemingly constructed from ashes and charcoal. Laying a hand on his hilt, he blinked emotionlessly and charged to the structure, ready to kick some major ass.
However, he wasn't the only famous player in this game.
Anticipating someone's, not anyone specific but someone's, arrival, the King of Embers had everything planned out.
"Now now little one don't squirm." He turned to his captured boy of royalty and smirked. The silver-haired male just writhed more, trying to free himself from the ropes that held him tightly to a large marble pole-like structure. The fragile figure had been tied there for nearly a day now, awaiting rescue. He stated how dishonorable this was and how he'd rather be thrown into the pit of magma or lava or whatever the hell they called it here than endure another hour of standing aimlessly with his hands behind his back.
Mathias the Ruthless just ran a hand through his blonde flame-like hair and his wry smile grew larger.
"Quiet now," he would say every time Prince Emil would finish a sentence. "Quiet now."
"He'll be arriving soon." Was the very last line he spoke before the sound of his guard screaming right outside his door resonated through his grand hall, nearly quaking his throne.
Suddenly the entrance was thrown open, revealing those stabbing eyes.
"Brother!" The prince's lips almost twitched into a smile as Nikolai waltzed over to the rock he was fastened to.
"Now, now let's not get ahead of ourselves." Mathias rose from his glorious seat and drew his own blade, barely noticeable under the folds of his wondrous robes. "I'd suggest for you to surrender." He was a picture, all in all. A long blood-red cape flowed from his figure, a well built man with golden shoulder plates and breast plates guarding the life-sustaining areas. Strangely enough, that was the only armor he had on his entire body. He also wore grey baggy-legged pants that tucked into two black boots. And as a top, he had a baggy shirt, matching in color to his robe and bearing an embroidered flame.
"No chance." The ropes were cut with a clean line, and the silver-haired royalty was pushed a bit harshly out of the way of a thrust of the sword from the opponent. The king chortled before swinging at the knight, who had told Emil to run for it.
Blades clashed and sparks flew.
The flamed man was much stockier and muscular than his opponent. This gave him the upper-hand when their weapons smashed together, the force on both ends keeping them suspended and too close for comfort... if swords have personal space. A bit of a pushing contest ensued, and because of his bulky persona, the king exerted a large amount of force, throwing Nikolai backwards, only to crash into a pillar holding up the castle ceiling. The contact of the expensive marble onto his spine made it feel as if every bone in his body was shattering. He did not scream though, for that is weakness. He merely slid up the structure that nearly killed him and repositioned his sword.
How can this be?!
I'm the best swordsman in the entire Ice Kingdom Army...
Mathias laughed. "You're still going I see. I guess some bugs are harder to squish than others. Oh well, you will die eventually." It was at this point in time that Nikolai felt a strange sensation at his chin and realized that his mouth was bleeding. He quickly wiped away the substance with the back of his hand, he would not show defeat.
His opponent was the first to move.
He was too late to.
He found a large blade puncturing his left arm and bit down on his lip before countering with a swift stabbing motion, but it did little to the king and he dodged to the side. The most he managed was a graze on the back of the hot-head's leg.
"Ah, ah, ah~ no, no, no~" the taller of the two let his face transform into a large wry grin, ignoring the minute irritation in his calf, and he shoved the blade even farther into our hero's arm. "This is my play time not yours, little soldier boy." Blood spluttered out, a beautiful squelching sound resulting from the liquid. It splashed and splattered, on its owner and it's enemy. Two ocean blue eyes flashed with mischief as this quickly became a new paint of some sorts. Soon designs were drawn onto the assassin's face, what appeared to be a sun and then a flower on either cheek. "There, arts and crafts too I suppose." The drained male panted, his face turning pale and his eyelids drooping. His legs wobbled a bit. He felt his world begin to spin.
Blood loss
Too much blood loss
At this rate I'll-
"NIKOLAI!" Suddenly a flash of silver hair appeared once again as Emil ran up to his brother.
"How unexpected, the mouse has returned to the Lion's-" the muscled man was suddenly pushed to the side by the small prince as he nearly fell apart.
"I told you to leave." A rasped, angry, yet gentle warning from the injured individual.
"And I didn't listen." The ice-hearted swordsman sighed at the response before he gritted his teeth and painfully yanked the sword from his appendage, trying his hardest not to scream as the toothed blade ripped through his muscle. With the weapon safely out of himself, he quickly held the handle and jumped back, taking his prince with him, away from his enemy who was simply watching in amusement. He stumbled back a bit on the landing, beads of sweat dripping down his jaw line.
"Your arm!"
"It's nothing." Nikolai looked surprised when Emil held his injured area and began chanting something. Soon all of the blood he was losing froze outside of his body, effectively and instantaneously clotting the wound. The frozen crimson color drained until it was crystal clear, then a dim blue light illuminated the spot before the glass-like material shattered, leaving behind a mere scar.
"So it is true what they say?" The great King of flames rose to his feet and waltzed over to the two, Emil hiding behind his brother. "Ice people with magic may heal?" From his pocket he pulled out a dagger. He looked at the engraved blade, seemingly interested in the knife alone. "I have the best aim in my country you know. It will definitely hit either you or your royal pain. And the best part is" he chortled "it's poisoned." He smirked even more "laced with venom to be exact, of the deadliest snake in the Fire Kingdom. That's something even your little wound healing won't fix. It's simple and does much more than course through your veins, it rampages through them." The prince's eyes grew wide as the spiky-haired beast seemed to take aim. "Drop your weapons" the words were taken seriously and the assassin immediately let go of his grip of the metallic items, their clanking against the ground only adding to his headache. "Good. You're an obedient one huh?" he ran a hand through his hair and thought for a second before smirking once more. "So I'll give you a choice: you or the runt, which one to keep and which one gets to leave?"
"Emil will leave." Said teen hadn't even processed what was asked and the answer was already given, but not from his voice. In fact, as soon as he heard that he yelled at the Ember-King to let the swordsman go, not him. Nikolai gripped his wrist a bit harshly and gritted his teeth. "I told you once to leave; now I'm commanding you, understand?" The tone was smooth and polished even in times of crisis. "However, you must ensure his safe return to his kingdom." Cobalt eyes latched onto the king's, and a sly smile graced Mathias's features.
"Of course. That wouldn't be fair to keep both or kill of you, how boring and cliché." He chuckled before pointing to the Ice Prince with the hand not gripping the dagger handle. "No, I'm not that old-fashioned. Instead, I want you to go back to your kingdom and tell them just how much of a bitch I am and jut how badly you hate me." He outright laughed, "Tell them about me breaking you Ice-Bastards' façade, and how you started freaking out. I'm sure they will laugh just as much as I."
"You're sick!"
"And you're leaving. Alfred, Gilbert." With a snap of his fingers, two figures emerged from behind the throne, a clever hiding spot for the King's most trusted guards. Emil recognized them from the garden incident. The albino hoisted him up while the dirty blonde hit a pressure point on the back of his neck, effectively knocking the boy out.
"Until next time, my little Frosted Flake."
"Be gentle with him!" Nikolai growled as the two men left with the boy in their arms.