A/N: Happy Birthday Arthur! Your present? A character death! :D
HetaOni—Broken
Where America had disappeared off to, he would never know. He himself had been too busy dealing with the grey thing that had attacked him. Luckily, England had only come out of it with a few minor scrapes and cuts. 'What the bloody hell was that?' "And where the hell is everyone else? Italy's group left before us…" England tucked his grimoire into an inside pocket of his green suit and continued to roam the second floor of the mansion they were trapped in. Suddenly, there was a loud clatter from the direction of the first floor, the sound making the Brit jump. Eyebrows bunching in a frown, England cautiously headed for the stairs. 'Japan had offered to look around the first floor… Did something happen to him?'
His suspicions were proven correct before he even finished descending the stairs. Blood littered the wooden stairs. The dark red liquid was even splattered against the light wallpapered wall in front of him. The Briton rushed down the rest of the stairs and nearly choked. There was the Asian man in question, laying next to a puddle of blood, red stains tarnishing his once pristine white military uniform. His katana was snapped in half and discarded on the floor, the hilt closest to Japan's right arm. The Asian's left arm looked suspiciously like his katana, the appendage twisted at a weird angle. "J-japan…?" England ran to the nation and carefully lifted him up, unable to tell whether or not he was breathing.
Brown eyes were opened ever so slightly, the color dulled more than usual. England let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Ah… England-…san…"
"What the hell happened?"
Japan seemed to have a hard time focusing, breath shallow and harsh. "Some…thing… went after you… and America-kun… held it back…" Well that explained the large amount of blood on the stairs. England snapped his focus back to the Asian when he began to speak again, "America-kun… doko…?"
"I… don't know," England mumbled. "In any case, we need to get you wrapped up! You mustn't keep speaking; you'll use up any unnecessary energy!"
"Ah… I think my… arm's broken." The Asian nation chuckled lightly, almost darkly. He rested his uninjured hand on England's upper arm. "Find… American-kun… He's in… danger…" The hand on his arm dropped lifelessly.
"JAPAN!"
Well… that was… that. Short and sweet (or not…). Was inspired by a picture on deviantART (http:/ / pianodream. deviantart. com/ art/ HetaOni-Relief-Wallpaper-Request-297689404 (remove the spaces)) and it worked out that I could upload this for Iggy's b-day so… HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTHU—/shot
Hehe… probably wasn't the best thing to upload as a birthday present… but any piece of artwork wouldn't have been completed by the end of the day with how picky I am when it comes to that… I'm much faster with story writing…
(I can't believe I killed off my favorite character!)