America could feel something sticky and wet on his leg, as he slowly began to wake up. He had no idea why he fell asleep he was in the middle of giving this awesome speech when everything went dark.
The country opened his eyes to see that it was dark, but there was a small glow coming from somewhere.
"Aaaaggghhhh Germany, why is it so dark?" Italy asked sounding terrified, and must have jumped on Germany. "Get off me, how am I meant to know why it's dark."
"Even I don't know and I'm awesome" Prussia was heard saying from the furthest end on the room. Despite no longer being a nation, Germany brought his brother to keep an eye on him.
"What has happened to my beautiful home?" France was distraught, but still flicked his hair in a sexy manor.
Japan remained silent, trying to make sense of the little he had seen.
"Dude, why is my leg covered in blood?" America's outburst caused everyone to face the direction of his voice, and everyone's jaw dropped, except Russia. Lying next to America was a heavily wounded and glowing England.
"Agh! What happened to Britain?!" America yelled spazing out at the fact that it was England's blood on his leg. Canada tried to calm his brother down, placing his hands and America's shoulders.
This had little effect as the nation soon realised something else. "Britain's not breathing. Dudes! Help me, his not breathing!"
Canada made his way closer to the bleeding nation and starting preforming CPR. The nations all held their breaths, wondering what the hell happened. Canada managed to get the blonde nation breathing again, and as he did so the glow around Britain got brighter and bigger.
"England has a big wound on his side and shoulder, but I can stop the bleeding, eh" Canada breathed, happy that he could be of help. All of the nation's let out a sigh of relief, even though the country was grumpy, didn't mean that they wanted him dead. Even Spain, who was still a bit sore about the whole Armada Business.
Japans eyes widened once he notice the blood still pouring out of the injured nations back. "Er, Canada san I think that England san has got another wound on his back." The nation tried to say as calmly as possible.
Canada almost jumped when Japan spoke ,surprised that he remembered his name, but it was America that took action. He slowly and carefully turned England on his side, and almost jumped back.
On Britain's back were two bloody holes with bloodied feathers stuck in the gore.
"Iggy what happened to you?" America whispered. Shocked at the sight before him.
"I told you don't call me that, git. My name is not Iggy." The smaller nation croaked back. England wished that he was still asleep . That way he didn't have feel the agony he was in, but he heard the worrying tone in Americas voice and had to comfort him. That was part of being an angel; he had to comfort people even if his body didn't want to allow it.
"Angleterre, what on earth happened to you? You're bleeding all over my floor." The Frenchman put on a humours charade, when he was actually deeply concerned for the Brit.
England sighed once he realised that it was France speaking to him, he could pick up the sympathy in the frog's voice. "Shut up you wanker!...You wouldn't believe me anyway." He sighed.
England's back arched slightly as he silently coughed, trying to hide it from the others. He didn't need to look at his hand to know that he just coughed up blood, he recognised the taste. He also recognised the stinging sensation in his eyes. Bollocks not again!
Canada gasped, but tried to hide his reaction from his brother, knowing that he would get angry. The timid nation leant over to the Brit and wiped the blood off with the back off his sleeve, whilst wondering why England hadn't opened his eyes yet. By the way that his brows creased meeting in the middle, Canada could tell that he was in a lot of pain.
Britain flinched slightly when he felt someone touch him, but he could tell by how gentle the person was, that it was Canada. America observed his brother lean closer to his former mentor and slowly pull back. That's when he noticed the red stain on the back off brother's sleeve, and freaked out.
"Iggy, don't talk anymore, we need to get you back home. I need to borrow someone's car, I came here by bike. How long does it take to get to Iggy's – I mean Britain's house?" Most of the nations had rented cars while in France, but not a certain hero.
America kept rambling on and started running around trying to find something to help the smaller nation.
"Japan, are you ok, you have been frowning at Opium's back for a while not blinking aru." China's gently shook Japans arm, of course everyone was worried about England, but Japan was acting strangely out of character.
"England san?" Japan finally figured out what he had seen those brief seconds before he passed out, but needed confirmation.
"Hm?" England replied tilting his head slightly in the direction of brown eyed nation. "Are you an angel?" Japan asked blushing slightly, realising that the question sounded stupid.
England tensed and went pale. Fuck, he was still wearing that stupid dress and sandals. He didn't need this on top of everything else.
"Japan dude, now is not the time to be making jokes, can't you seen how hurt the limey is?" America almost lashed out holding a pile of white fabric that (north) Italy had given him; which was previously white flags.
The other nations couldn't help but smile at the thought though, the foul mouthed Brit, an angel.
America was about to lay into Japan when he glanced back to England and saw the glowing ring the hovered near his head.
The loud country dropped the fabric on top of his brother and poked the ring. Britain frowned immediately. "Don't you know that it is rude to touch an angel's halo?" he sighed, giving upon his secret that he had kept for centuries. It was a relief actually.
"Whaaaa!" all the nations yelled I unison, except Japan, who was smiling at the fact that he was right. Britain slowly sat up, hugging his legs and his head resting lightly on his knees; despite Canada telling him not to. He looked so vulnerable, which the country almost never looked. Everyone was shocked.
Japan was the one that broke the silence. "So the wounds on your back is that where your- I mean." Japan stumbled on his words, making England chuckle at how uncomfortable he had made the world's strongest people.
"Yes, that is where my wings were. Damn demon ripped them right out. Bloody git." He was silent for a bit, before he finally opened his eyes, and gazed at the other nations around him; but quickly looked down at his knees.
The room suddenly lit up allowing the others to see the battlefield around them. There were red blood stains all over the once white room, which belonged to England.
There were slashes in the walls, and furniture. There was thick ash touching almost everything including some of the nations. And puddles of a thick black liquid. And close to the blonde nation were white feathers, stained with blood.
Germany gazed upon England, and then to the red stains that trailed around the room; noticing that there were puddles in front of every nation. "You defended us. Why, we are nations, we don't die?" the German asked finding that his throat was very dry.
England continued to gaze at his knees, as he answered in a monotone voice. "Nations can be killed my demons, that's what happened to Atlantis. It's only the fact that you all are nations ,that you are awake now and not in an eternal sleep like everyone else in the world. The demons are out there at the moment, eating innocent people that are in a catatonic state."
Everyone was speechless, even America didn't know what to say. They could die!
The young nation was slightly confused that England seemed to be slightly kinder and gentle when he spoke, he also didn't seem to be hiding his emotions like he usually did. Why was he so out of character?
"Britain?" America asked slowly, trying not to look at the wounds he had, knowing that he got them protecting everyone. The Brit turned his head to the dirty blonde, showing that he had heard the other and waited for the question.
"Can you look at me?" the American noticed that England hadn't really made any eye contact with anyone, and wanted to know why.
The blonde closed his eyes lids, feeling how heavy they were, before he looked up at the dirty blonde.
"Fuck! Dude what's with your eyes" America almost screamed seeing that the whites of his eyes were black, and that his green irises had red cracks. England then looked round at the other nations, knowing that there were to curious and actually looked hurt at the reactions.
"His eyes are freakier than mine!" blurted out the red eyed Prussian. Germany nudged his brother in the side for his sudden outburst.
"A bit of the demon blood got into my wound, and is fighting against my body. If it wasn't for the fact that I was in my angel form, it would of either completely turned me into a demon, or killed me." England said in his usual calm tone; trying not to make any eye contact, but not hiding his eyes like before.
The countries tried to avoid staring at the demon like eyes, but it was extremely difficult. Some of them tried to look around the room to distract themselves, but couldn't help feeling guilty seeing the blood.
Italy tried to distract himself by touching the black ooze in front of him, but was quickly stopped.
"NO! DON'T TOUCH THE BLACK STUFF!" England yelled at the brunet causing him to almost burst into tears.
"Ve! I'm sorry Mr England! I'm sorry. Please don't yell at me like that again, your eyes are really scary." Italy screeched leaning into Romano who was too scared to tell his brother not to touch him, Spain protectively clung to the Italies.
"Even I was a little bit scared, but only a little bit da." Russia said, voicing all of the other nation's thoughts.
England noticed the reactions from his fellow countries and he immediately felt guilt-ridden. His eyes softened slightly, making him look slightly closer to his usual self.
"I'm sorry. I will try not to yell again. The black stuff is demon blood, and is acidic; it will burn through your skin. I will clean that up later wine face." England spoke in a gentle voice that he normally used when he was talking to a child.
Pleased that the other nations seemed to understand why he yelled, and that Italy was now smiling, he tried to stand.
"I am sure that all of you would like a full explanation as to what is going on, however it's not safe here. The safest place to be would be at my house as it is protected by enchantments." The nation explained as he shakily stood up, trying to put on his usual strong façade.
His respect level went up by frction in the room, as everyone was now able to see all of his injuries.
"Whatever you say, limey!" America almost cheered patting the smaller country on the back. A little too strongly. The force of the pat travelled all over England's body and put a sudden pressure on his wounds.
Blood sprayed out of his injuries. He coughed up more blood and eyes went wide, before they rolled back. He slumped back and dropped to the floor leaving America looking shocked, arm frozen in the air, where he had just touched England.
Authors note. I tried to write accents, but it didn't work very well; it didn't flow very well. Silly America you are too heavy handed. Thanks for reading, must admit i'm a bit nervous about putting this up, as I haven't written a fanfic. Just so you know this all came from a strange dream that i had, that kept playing over in my head so I started to write it. I have a lot of strange dreams.
