He was scrambling on his hands and knees away from the crazed man as fast as could.
"Going somewhere, France?" the man asked as he followed slowly.
France tried to increase his movements but was having issues.
Deciding that he was bored of the man trying to escape him, he reached down and pulled him up to face him by the other's long, blond hair.
France put his hands on the others to try and loosen the pressure on it.
"Do you surrender now?" he taunted the destroyed nation.
"Never!" the Frenchman yelled with a glare.
The sadistic grin fell off the other man's face and he frowned.
"You vould do vell to give in. Even your beloved vould have given in by now."
"Don't bring him into this!" France growled. "If you do anyzing to him, mon dieu better help you for what I will do to you!"
The man laughed.
"Vhat could you do to me? You're vorthless, defenseless, extremely veak, and vorst of all; you can't even protect your people!"
France snarled.
"You take zat back! I can protect zem!"
"Zhen vhy are you at my mercy? I could easily kill you and obliterate France off the map! Vouldn't zhat be fun?" He laughed again before putting his face close to France's. "And you know vhat zhe best part is? He doesn't even know you love him! You two vill alvays go about your lives vithout knowing!" He stopped laughing and his face twisted into a cruel smile. "However you're lucky enough zhat your life ends here!"
France's eyes widened as Germany picked up his bloody sword and slashed at him.
AN: Okay so! Another new story based off of something a friend of mine sent me. I'll show it to you when it's relevant.
Too lazy to write anything else...