A.N. I'm not really happy with this, but... Yeah. It's not going to get any better. A longer summery is now on my profile page. Things start to happen here, but really get going in about 2 chapters, but I'm never sure where to cut theseones off.
Blue still held violet carefully in his arms, jumping over a fallen wall. As he ran, he whispered calm reassurances to the blonde in his arms, who would occasionally whimper in response.
He frowned as he made his way out into a more open area, wishing that green had told him the truth. As his thoughts turned more sombre, he spotted more machines in front of him.
"Ah, shit," he looked to violet, "I'm gonna put you down, 'kay?"
Violet groaned as he was laid down, attempting, but failing, to pull himself into a foetal position. Blue gulped slightly seeing how violet was weakening, but turned to face the machines. He reached into a pocket, finding it empty. Keeping one hand out, he picked some rubble from the floor, throwing it at the machines. This seemed to make so effect on them, as they loaded their cannons.
He blinked his eyes, turning to face the assailants.
Green eyes shot at the machines before him, not making too much time to aim. Some fell before him, although he did not have nearly enough ammunition to kill a significant number. On reflex, he dodged the streams of different coloured light, giving the odd shot of his own when one came too close. He hoped the others made it back soon – there was little enough hope for violet as it was.
Once out of ammunition, he concentrated fully on not getting hit.
"Need a hand?" an obnoxious voice called.
Green did not recognise the voice, but felt something move behind him. On instinct, he grabbed onto it, feeling flesh. The arm, as he had now identified it, pulled him up, and pushed him into a sitting position on a metal board.
Green was slightly confused, but grasped the edges until his knuckles were white, as he board hovered for a moment, then flew straight upwards. The man behind green-eyes cackled as they flew, before turning off the power.
They dropped onto a balcony, where a female was standing, with the two other members of the trio. Violet was laying on the ground, with blue crouched beside him.
"How is he?" green eyes whispered.
Blue grimaced at him, "We need to get him back."
Green nodded, turning to the man and the woman. He stood up, "Good evening?"
"Hey!" the man turned to him. He had white hair, slightly scruffy, and a slightly scrawny form. Both he and the woman were wearing tight-fitting black, although their faces were wrapped in bandages. The woman's long brunette hair was pushed from her face by a bandana.
The woman slapped him around the back of his head, muttering something in his ear, before she knelt down next to violet eyes. Blue watched her suspiciously as she touched him lightly. She made a noise in the back of her throat, before turning to them, "How far are you from help?"
Assuming she meant their 'base', green eyes gave her an approximate time.
She nodded, standing back up, "We won't be keeping you, then. I'm Hungary, this is my dear frenemy Prussia." She stepped back onto her board.
"Arthur, Matthew, Alfred," green eyes spoke, nodding to violet then blue in turn.
"See ya 'round," the man laughed, copying the woman's movements.
"Fare well " Arthur called.
The two took off on their respective boards, into the night sky.
"What the hell was that about?"
The eldest looked at Alfred, sighing, "Let us be off."
Alfred hoisted Matthew onto his shoulders, the other's head falling against his cheek. He briefly spoke to the other, who whimpered in response.
Arthur turned to look at where they were, "So, who's up for an exercise in bloody wall climbing?"