AN: one of my headcanons for Hetaoni is due to the fact that England is implied/said to be the country to die the most in the time loops. This I see as a possibility to be due to how England perceives himself, from his past actions. He may feel he needs to repay the others for his past ways or, the one I prefer, that he wishes to prove the views the others have of him wrong.
To Prove Them Wrong
England was so angry. They should all stay together in this goddamn mansion, but he could not stand the others presence for any longer. They had all started to argue and when he, for probably one of the first times, tried to stop the argument they had ganged up on him! After five minutes of trying to defuse the argument he could not take the accusations and comments anymore, he exploded. Hell, he probably swore the most he ever had in the space of a minuet.
After yelling at them he had stormed off, and now he relised how stupid he was. He was never going to survive like this. He was not going to run back to them with his tail between his legs. No. He knew it was stupid but he was too proud to do such an act.
He was too proud. And he hated it! Why? Why did he have so many faults?
The others had pointed them all out. He knew he was selfish, proud, power hungry, short tempered, distant, a bad cook and a failure in so many many ways. They did NOT need to tell him that they knew too.
But he knows the ones they fail to see. He's lonely, scared, weak... He only ever wanted a family. People to care about him. Unconditional love that his own family had failed to provide him. He was pathetic, so pathetic. He didn't deserve that love... After all in the end he had took it and forced others to pretend.
He slams a door shut behind him, a flash of fear running down his spine as he heard the monster moving about near by. It would have heard him. At the moment he could not care. He should, this was suicidal.
Then he hears two screams.
Matthew and Alfred.
Arthur turned and dashed towards the door to his right. The door flew off one of it's hinges as it bounced off the wall. The first thing he saw was the group cornered by three monsters, then the fact that he was the center on the monsters attention.
"Stay away from them." England glares at the monsters. The others were alerted to his presence.
"England-san? Run!" Japan yells, all of them seem hurt and in no condition to fight the monsters off.
"да, it is fooling to fight them, Англия... GO!" Russia demanded, he raised his pipe, obviously readying to fight them off. The others getting as ready as they could.
"Like HELL I am!" Arthur yells, pulling the Secret Grimoire from under his arm and allowing the book to open to a page on it's own. He was not going to run away and leave them to die. It was not the act of a gentleman to say the least and he had to be a good role model after all.
"Angleterre! If the nine of us cannot kill them, it is suicide to try on your own!" France yelled, he was cradling a hurt Canada to his chest, America standing protectively in front of them.
"Yeah, Iggy, save yourself!" America yells, and England hears the ghost of words added. That's all you've ever been good at. England grits his teeth, he knows it was all in his head, but it still stung like America had truly said it.
"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER!" England cannot stop himself from yelling, the light emitted from his book burned bright and blinded his friends to the fight the took mere seconds to complete. To describe the end result as a bloody mess would be a literal depiction of the scene before them.
The monsters blood was covering near every inch of the room, them included. Entrails and vital organs were strewn about, many mashed into an unidentifiable heap of stark colour. Pure destruction was the only way to describe it. If the countries had not feared England at some time before, they did now.
England himself was bleeding from his ears, eyes and mouth. His eyes were closed and bloody tears streamed down his face, small streams also falling from both his ears and his lips. He was hovering above the ground a mere inch and the green glow from the now bloody book was slowly dying down. As it vanished completely England's feet touched the floor once more.
"A-Angleterre?" France has to swallow back the bile threatening to leave his mouth. England shows no sign of recognition, nor does he open his eyes. He just stands there for a few second. Then his body sways softly, almost unnoticably, until his knees buckle with no real warning. England hits the floor with a dull thud and does not move as the others scramble to check on him.
France made it there first, lifting the motionless Englishman onto his lap. "Angleterre!" France shakes the other as he tries not to scream at him for his stupidity. "Mon petit lapin, what were you thinking... Wake up... Please." France is close to tears. "Why does he feel so cold?"
America is sat next to him and reached for Englands hand. "I-Iggy?" He mumbles in shock. It's Russia who has the sense to remove his glove and take the small nations wrist in his hand, feeling for a pulse. Then he searches for it on England's neck. The others too shocked and fearful watched Russia in expectancy.
Russia pulls his hand away and pulls his glove back on. "I'm am sorry, товарищи, I'm afraid that he is as you say 'С ангелами'... 'With the angels." Russia stands. It takes a few seconds for the information to sink in and when it does the others have to force America and France to let him go. They take his body with them, placing it on a bed, when they get out they were taking him with them. It was the least they could do.
After all they had never got a chance to say sorry for what they said.
{Another time loop}
England sees the monster before the others do. He yells a warning, but it's too late for poor Canada, who was closest to the monster. He's cut down. America is badly injured and Prussia knocked out.
England uses a spell to distract the monster while the others scramble. However the monster recovers too quick and before any of the other nations can help England is being lifted from the ground by his throat. All of a sudden the pressure is increased past the point where he can breath.
England vaguely heard the snap of his spinal cord as he see the others escaping, having to drag America with them who doesn't want to leave Canada and England here.
At least the others would live on, he was happy to die for that.
With one last smile, they were escaping, he allows his consensus to be ripped from him.
"ARTHUR!" Is Alfred's scream and the last thing Arthur hears.
{Another time loop}
England sighs. He feels so scared. He's keeping watch at night, all the others in a deep sleep, who knows how they managed it. The nine were crammed into three beds, they had dragged an extra bed in there. Then he hears it. The monsters moving about on this floor. He turns to the fairy, who looks as worried as he feels. He hands her the key to the room. "Lock it behind me." He instructs her. "I'll make sure it doesn't find them if it's the last thing I do."
Turning he writes a note for the others to find. 'I have gone to make sure the monster does not find you, I heard it in the night. If I am not back when you wake, I am sorry.' He leaves it on the table and exits the room. The fairy does as asked and waits for someone to wake.
The first to wake up is Russia, who finds the note and leaves, hearing the door lock behind him. Russia assumes it to be one of Englands invisible friends. knowing they were real, but just could not be seen by most people.
Russia turns the corner and spots the trail of blood. He bends down and examines it, following the trail with his eyes to the stairs leading to the first floor. He follows it with hesitation. Once at the bottom of the stairs he can see the source.
On the ground lays England, his body covered with his own blood. Russia moves over and hefts the other into his arms, with no hesitation, retreating back up the stairs and banging harshly on the door. It is unlocked and he barges in, the invisible fairy locking it behind him once more. The commotion awoke the still sleeping nations.
"Wha-!" Is America's exclamation.
"Mon Dieu, what happened?" France demanded on sight of England.
"He left a note. He heard the monster coming close by so went to make sure it did not find us." Russia explains as he carefully lowers the lifeless body onto one of the now free beds. "He said he was sorry if he did not come back."
The body laying on the bed before them is coated in dried blood. A hole was torn into his chest and it seemed to anyone that glanced for too long his heart was missing. His green eyes are open, yet clouded and dulled, much like the fake glass eyes of an old china doll.
"No... A-Arthur." America mumbled as he managed to come to terms with the sight before him.
The mansion had not been as silent as it was that day since they came here.
{Another time loop}
The countries where battered and bruised. England frowned, he was sure they should not be losing this battle so quick... He just did not feel right. Almost like he had done some of this before.
He let his hand fall from his shoulder, helping Japan get back on his feet, he felt bad for the other as he had taken a harsh blow.
The other were also helping each other to their feet. They made a sorry sight. England sighed, it was sad to see his fellow nations in such a state. Sadder that there were only six of them left now: himself, Japan, America, Italy, Germany and Canada.
The first to fall was China.
The Prussia followed, along with France.
Then the last to go was Russia.
It was scary, if England admitted it. That such strong and powerful countries were defeated by a weird looking monster.
He and Japan are lagging behind the other four and he relised, belatedly, that the monster was following them. Pushing Japan past the last steps he turned to face the floor they had just come from. "Go." He orders and there is no room for argument.
Japan rushes as fast as he can, just managing to gain the others attention that something was wrong. The five quickly headed back towards the stairs and had to stop.
Laying leant against the wall was England, blood covered him, and the Secret Grimoire's pages scattered all over the floor. Arthur raised his head slightly. "G-g-go... I-It's c-coming. I... I made a wall to s-stop it b-but i-it won't last long." England rasped.
America tries to dash towards England but Germany grabs him and drags him away, while Japan does the same to Canada. Italy looks so sad as he turns and retreats with the others.
England smiles after them. At least he could save them, even if he could not save the others too.