Chapter One: To Begin
In the darkness of war, there are sacrifices that must be made. But there are some things that were never meant to be surrendered…
It was the same routine again.
First came walking out of the house, next was grabbing several grenades and a gun fully loaded. Lastly was stepping into the blood soaked ground and smelling the rotten carcasses of those that had already fallen.
This was the schedule that every country was following. At least…those that remained alive.
"Germany! Germany, wait for me!" A high pitched voice called out.
The blonde man stopped with his gun slung across one of his shoulders in an alert fashion. He turned his head to see the lightly browned head of Italy with that oddly long curly strand of hair waving about.
"I've told you to stay where no one could see you, you impossible twit!" Germany cried.
But the fool of a country didn't seem to listen as he danced across the corpses while talking to them with a smile. His friend gritted his teeth and shook his head at the idiotic Italian. It was a wonder that the country has lived for this long.
"Oh, Germany! There you are! I was looking all over for you!" Italy cried.
The blue eyed man sighed in exasperation. There were days that having an alliance with Italy was a pain in his old ass. Not including Japan, but he was stalking the other countries at the moment.
"What do you want, Italy? Make it quick, and then go back in the house and hide!" Germany cried.
The question brought out a round of random sentences that made no sense to the blonde haired, blue eyed man. The corner of his left eyebrow began twitching incessantly before the sounds of gunfire reached their ears.
"What is going on over there? Are they throwing a party?" Italy asked.
"No party. Go back to the house, Italy." Germany ordered.
The countries stared at each other for several long seconds as the sounds of war came closer and closer. This meant either the Axis soldiers were being pushed back or they had all perished. Whatever option it was didn't matter. More blood was going to be spilled, all because of something that wasn't supposed to happen.
"There's nothing that my best friend Germany can't protect me from!" Italy cried before latching himself onto the other country.
Thanks to similar situations, it was obvious that now that a leech was holding onto Germany tightly, there was no way that he was going to be able to get Italy off. So the older one didn't even try to pry him off as he positioned the gun and put a finger on the trigger.
Gunfire grew louder until that was all that could be heard.
Italy was pulling out his white flag for surrender as someone came running into the open field. Germany immediately pulled the trigger without even seeing the person. Such was the instincts of a German.
There was a scream that rattled Germany and Italy's ears before the one that got shot fell onto their knees. The gun was lowered so it pointed completely at the ground as both countries stared with surprised eyes at who the bullet had fired at.
"Oh my gosh! Germany, it's Sealand! What is he doing here? Did you hurt him? Is he going to…?" And the questions went on and on as they stared down at the boy.
The bullet had hit the little country but because he was so small, it only penetrated his right leg. From past experiences, Germany knew that Sealand wasn't going to be moving anywhere any time soon. If he lived long enough for that.
This came to mind because there were more injuries then the one Germany had inflicted. Flesh was ripped and shredded off of the muscles underneath Sealand's left arm and it was bleeding profusely. Blood was splattered on the countries face as he looked up at them with paranoid eyes.
"N-Not you too! Why are you fighting-?!" The rest of his question was drowned out as a cannon went off somewhere in the close distance.
Italy remained behind Germany's back as they slowly walked towards the distraught Sealand. He attempted to scramble away but the pain in his leg made it hard to move. When the big country stepped even closer, the littlest one tried to glare up at him with tears pouring down.
"What are you doing here on the battlefield? Don't you know that it's dangerous for a little country like you?" Germany asked with his serious tone that he usually adopted when Italy was being difficult.
Sealand's lips quivered uncontrollably as the ground underneath them shook with the explosion of another cannon. More tears began streaming down his face as his body began to twitch without hopes of stopping. He was losing so much blood; it would be horrible if he didn't live long enough for Germany to get him out of this area. At least for innocent Italy.
"I-I was on my way to visit England when I w-was attacked by Prussia!" He cried through his tears.
"Prussia? He's joined America and those other bastards then! Italy, you must retreat- though you should have long ago, knowing you." Germany muttered as he brought his gun up and prepared it for another fire.
As he turned to check on Italy because he hadn't received an answer, he saw the cowardly Italian running faster than ever before towards the safe house.
Germany didn't bother trying to call out to him because that would only make Italy run even faster. Though that sounded like a good idea…
He turned towards Sealand once more and got down to his level.
"W-What are you doing? Stay away from me!" The little one continued to tremble as a hand was extended towards him.
On closer inspection, Sealand had slash marks all over his face and even on his chest, where his shirt was shredded. The copper smell of the blood was running up Germany's nose, but he could do nothing to block it.
"You would rather die here then get help and possibly become a stronger country?"
Sealand bit his lip while gingerly touching his mangled arm. The answer seemed obvious that he was going to allow Germany to take him to get the wounds fixed. The older country got to his feet and began to pick up the young one when a flash of red came running at them.
The gun that Germany had wasn't fired fast enough as Sealand was snatched away by the back of his collar. The little one screamed out in fright while squeezing his eyes shut tightly. There was so much pain in his body that he couldn't handle it. Especially now that he couldn't hold himself up with his right leg.
Germany turned to see where Sealand had been dragged. His eyes grew wide when he saw the devilishly insane smile that adorned the silver haired man holding the little country. Memories that burned more brightly than the sun appeared- but they were horrible ones. And they all involved the tall country holding the little one.
"Prussia! Release Sealand at once!" Germany cried while hoisting up his gun and pointing it at the enemy.
"Now why would I do that? This little country is the only one that doesn't have an army, making it easy pickings for ones like me," The dagger Prussia held was positioned right on Sealand's injured arm as the man's smile got bigger. "I almost shredded this arm off when Japan ruined it all. I think it's time we say goodbye to it."
The dagger then plunged into the arm where it connected to the shoulder before Germany could begin to pull the trigger again. The screams coming from Sealand drowned out even the cannon that fired as blood danced across the air. Germany fired a bullet at Prussia and ended up missing the man when he stepped out of the way. The red eyed man slashed the rest of the dagger into Sealand and the mangled arm fell to the ground, twitching even worse than before.
Prussia grinned at Germany as the little country looked down at his severed arm. He was going to die of blood loss before there was a chance to save the little one.
"You bastard, Prussia! There was no reason for that!" Germany yelled as he prepared to fire the gun at the other countries forehead.
"Ah, but there is always reason for the things we countries do. Like destroying all the female nations; there was a reason you did that, right?"
Germany suddenly stiffened as the memory came back to him. It had been almost two months after that accident. He had nearly suppressed it completely before now. Russia was hell-bent on killing the one responsible for murdering his two sisters the most.
"Now it's time to ruin this little country, and then your lover." Prussia declared.
This made Sealand even stop screaming as crickets in the background began to chirp. Germany lowered his gun only slightly while repeating the last word.
"Yes, lover. The one country that is always running around your side. The one that is…the grandson of the Holy Roman Empire, maybe?"
"Italy!?" Sealand cried with a pained laugh. "Germany is too scary for Italy to ever-!"
Just like out of a hose, blood sprayed out of the little countries neck. It soaked Prussia's hand and some managed to get on his face as he let the half-dead Sealand fall. Germany almost rushed towards the soon to be corpse when Prussia put a leather boot on the little countries face.
"If there's something I despise more than that annoying long blonde haired freak, it's those that don't believe the words of other countries." He growled while pressing his boot down harder on Sealand's face.
His blood began to soak the ground as he grasped Prussia's pants tightly as he looked at Germany pleadingly. The enemy country merely smirked at the remaining country while licking the blood from his dagger.
"Prussia, you will let Sealand go or else!" Germany cried while bringing his gun up again.
"I didn't think you Germans were those kinds of men. Who wants a dead body that no longer holds his country together?" Prussia asked mockingly.
There was a little pink mark on Germany's cheeks at what was implied as the blood soaked dagger was positioned over Sealand's eyes. It didn't take an Italy to know what was going to happen next.
"I'm bored with this conversation now. That hamburger eating America will be wanting Russia and I back soon. It's time to take over Sealand." Prussia said before dropping the dagger.
The blade slipped into the tiny countries eye so easily it was like cutting pudding. The weapon went straight through the eye and for the brain and it came to the hilt before the target was accomplished:
Sealand was dead.
Germany gritted his teeth and fired several bullets at Prussia, who easily dodged out of their way and laughed into the shadows.
"I hope you learn to fight for your lover. The next time we meet, it'll be for his head."
Germany ran forward to grab at Prussia, even though he was already gone. He wasn't able to race after him because that was where America and England were, more than likely arguing with each other. They were doing that more often now.
He looked down at Sealand's dead eye and what was left of the other one. The blood was still pouring, but it was more like a trickle now because there wasn't much left.
Germany sighed forlornly before looking around the area once more.
"Another's blood has caked the ground, I see." Japan's voice said before he walked towards his allied country.
"Yes. That bastard Prussia toyed with little Sealand before killing him in front of me."
With no more words to be said, the two countries began to slowly drag the corpse towards their soldiers camp so they could bury the body. Better somewhere that the blood couldn't be reached as easily as the battlefield.