Chapter 1

The troubles already began.

A pitch dark cave, with barely no light, except that small light magic floating above a blood stained area. What did happen? That's what no one ever thought off. His eyes were wide open, staring with tears rolling down his cheeks at what was the body of his lover. It was his turn now. His turn to be put in a near death state because of that thing. A scream escaped his pale lips, a scream flying off with a name, the name of Seamus. The scream was so loud that is echoed into all the mansion, entering the ears of the Axis and the Allies. Arthur shivered at the scream. " That voice.. Dylan! " He rushed off, separating himself from the group. Dylan was laying there, on the ground, sobbing loudly. He couldn't believe why did this happen. He never wanted him to leave him like that. He whimpered, Seamus had sacrificed himself to protect him, an useless skinny welsh man. His hands curled up into fists, he clawed at the ground and grinted his teeth together. He didn't hear anything, except foot steps that where coming toward him. Who could that be? Dylan didn't care, all he wanted was to have Seamus back, if he couldn't get him back, then he'll go join him when the chance would happen.

Arthur ran into the rock corridor then stopped as he saw the Welsh man on the floor, sobbing. " Dylan! " He rushed over to him, but stopped as he saw the dead body of Seamus. He gasped and walked over to the corpse. " What.. What happened? " Arthur looked over at the older male that was on the floor. " H...he sacrificed himself to..to save me.. " Dylan chocked out, his voice sounding like he was about to have a mental break down. Arthur sighed and kneeled next to the cream haired man. " Look.. it's not the end of the world. He's not totally dead, he's come back to consciousness soon, trust me. " The blond British man smiled weakly, hoping that it would cheer up the other. Dylan looked up, tears dripping from his cheeks to drop onto the ground. He moved his foot out from the vines then sat up, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. " Let's carry him to Germany's safe house. " Arthur said, giving his hand to help the other to stand up. Dylan blinked as the rest of the Allies and the Axis got out of no where. "w..What the..? " He was confused about that.

" That was a pretty loud scream man! " The American shouted, raising his arms up. Dylan glared at him, his cheeks red from crying so much. " Okay Okay I said nothing! " He hold his arms up in a defensive way. Francis went to Dylan, placing his hand on his shoulder lightly. The cream haired male looked over at him, he was still crying, but only a little. " Look Dylan, there's no need to keep crying. He'll be back to normal in less than a week. " The Frenchman smiled softly at his ' younger ' brother, yes the French was calling him his little brother, why? That's a secret. The blue jewels looked into the ocean blue eyes, find all they needed. Comfort, brotherly love and calm, those two thing made the owner of those jewels smile a little. He knew that Francis was worried a lot about him, and that he was the only one that always succeeded in making him smile, except for Seamus of course.

He was curled up on the floor, trying to sleeping and forget what happened to his beloved. Sleep wasn't coming at all, and his mind didn't want to try to forget. That was hurting him inside so much, but he had to live with it. The curled up Welshman felt something on his shoulder, he opened his eyes and looked at it. It was... One of those ugly grey hands. His face's expression changed into a horrified one. This wasn't possible, He tried to stand up but the thing was holding him down, it would strike at any moment. Tears totally started to get in his eyes as he closed them, letting the liquid rain drops from his eyes roll down his pale cheeks. He was sure that his time had come, until a spark lighted his mind up. With that spark happening, Dylan's eyes darkened and a low growl escaped his lips. He grabbed the grey wrist and quickly turned around to face the thing. Though it was his only chance to either revenge Seamus or let himself be killed, he decided to fight it till one of them would be done for. His dark blue orbs met two big black orbs, those that he would try to erase from here. The Welshman raised his hand in front of the ' alien ' thing. Slowly, white lights were slowly circling in Dylan's hand. " This... is the end. " He smirked then unleashed a stream of blinding light, the thing growled and backed away from the small male, who took the opportunity to jump on his feet and take his sword out, fully ready to defeat this monster. " There's no way you'll get out of this fight alive. I will END you way before you will be able to kill me. " The Welsh growled out, glaring at the thing. A voice came up in his ears, it was telling him to wake up. Was he sleeping? He didn't trust the voice and ignored it. Though there was something that was stopping his body from moving. " What the? " He took an horrified expression and looked at the thing, it was coming closer, too close. It was coming, his end, it was now. How could this happen to him.

Dylan's eyes shot open,this was the worst thing he had ever lived, well maybe not. Since that the face that was over his own was Arthur's face, tears at corner of his eyes. The Welshman frowned slightly, glaring a little at the emerald jewels. " Get your face away from mine. You fucking rat. " That insult only earned a growl from the Englishman. Wait, did he saw tears at the corner of Arthur's eyes? The Welsh suddenly blinked and started to laugh. " Oh Jesus Christ.. Don't even tell me that You , mister I-Bitch-My-Brothers, was WORRIED about me ? Let me laugh! " Dylan was totally laughing his ass off because of him. Arthur snarled and hit him on the head. " You will shut up. " " Yeah right like if I would " Then the two had yet again started to argue and insult each other, which always happened in the past. Francis sighed and pulled Arthur away. " Stop arguing, it's not the right moment. " Dylan crossed his arms and looked away, half pouting. The Welsh looked over at where the others laid Seamus and stood up, going over to the bed.

" How long did I.. Sleep? " The pale skinned male looked over at the wavy blond haired man. " Huh.. To be exact.. Two weeks. " Dylan's eyes widened a little. " T..Two weeks? " He couldn't believe it. Two weeks had pass? What if Seamus never woke up? Worry rushed in his body, making his shoulders start to tremble. The cream haired male closed his eyes and grinted his teeth together. Suddenly, something touched his hand softly, that made the small male open his eyes a little, his orbs meeting grass green orbs. Was it real?