Maybe he should've given up
His friends were struggling
Dying slowly
one
by
one
"Lukas! Vladmir! We can-"
screams
no silence
those demons having no end
this was his fault
all his fault
He knew the spell would've summoned something they didn't know about
Now Lukas' body was laying far in front of him
no movement
no breathing
he fought
but lost
England knew he had to do something
He couldn't let it loose
It would kill everyone
His family
Their family
Arthur took a deep breath
Took a vile off the shelf next to him and drank it without a second thought
he had been studying these spells for years
Yet he only knew one way
One way that would bring more pain then he never could've imagined
he saw it grab Vladmir
It was now or never
He ran in front of it and started chanting an old spell as he put his hands towards the demon
He would never see his family again
The Nordics would see nothing but Lukas' torn up lifeless body on the ground
All he could do is hope that the Romanian made it out alive
As his chanting picked up speed his body felt a growing heat
He was sucking the demon into his own body as a vessel
The vile he drank was a poison
All he could do is say goodbye
Hope his life was worth something
That Francis didn't break down
even though he knew he would
Francis hated sad endings
Francis lost a love before he fell for Arthur
Arthur wondered what he would do after losing a second
He hoped Alfred and Matthew would have long happy lives
He would miss it
At his dying moments he realized that he'd never see them get married
He'd never spend his last moments with loved ones
His body fell lifeless onto the ground
Only one living survivor had to look upon the bodies of his friends
Never to see them again
They were too young to die
yet there they were
Life was truly cruel for them
But it never really does give any mercy to anyone