I updated the first two chapters and my sister edited it and I feel like such an idiot that I posted with so many mistakes. Makes since why this thing isn't popular. XD
Again, thanks for reviewing my work, sis, I'm so happy to get reviews and it helps me want to write another chapter :D. And thanks a bunch to the people following this despite the really bad grammar. I'll improve and hopefully this story will be good.
Spain sat quietly against the pile of hay and rubbed the back of his head. His eyes were unconcerned and an unfeeling aura surrounded him as he picked the loose straw off his clothes and hair. Romano growled and walked around him back to his horse and petted it. "Spain, huh? I guess the southern attitude rubbed off on you too." He crouched down and set the shovel down at his side. "What will you do now that you know what my people are planning?"
"Defend my home. That is all I can do." He leaned back and winced in pain before he pushed himself up on his bloodstained hands. His gaze was harsh and full of prejudice. "What do you plan to do with me? Keep me in this place until I freeze to death or are you just going to kill me now?"
Romano thought for a moment of the possible choices and glanced at him. "If I was going to just kill you, I would have left your fat ass in the snow."
Spain didn't say anything and his eyes drifted off to the horses around them and his mouth curved up into an untrustworthy smile as he slowly forced his legs to stand. Romano didn't trust him and even more so with the stupid smile on his face. He limped to the gate of a stall and petted the dun horse that offered her head to him. He petted her snout calmly, humming a happy soft song. His hand trailed up and down her neck and brushed back her mane.
"If you are planning on befriending her to ride her, you are wasting your time." Romano flopped back against his stallion's side. "She is already owned and unlike your southern horses, they only have one master." Spain slowly stopped and turned to him with a grin. He shrugged him off and walked back to the hay bed and huddled up. The chilly wind slipped through the holes and cracks of the shelter and sent shivers and trembles through his small body.
The difference from winter to spring was less snow, but the ice and bitter nights still stayed. Hail and gusts of ice shards often killed small children if the cold itself did not. The south never felt such hardships, their winters were adored and people enjoyed the soft white power on their ground. They always bragged endlessly about their wonderful spring and breathtaking winter while the north never saw a patch of grass or a flower, even on the warmest day of spring.
The rest of the night was quiet and Romano tied his captive up against a wood post and tied the remaining rope to his horse's neck. "If you manage to get out of that, Shadow will keep you here." He rested against Shadow's side and pulled the tattered blanket over himself. His prisoner decided to be a bastard and talk all during the night about the south's history and some strange fruit that he enjoyed very much. Romano closed his eyes tightly and tried to ignore the talking man. Spain wanted to keep him up and he did not want to bring him any pleasure. Finally when the early sun gave some light to the village, he forced himself up and groaned. He was stilled tired and the southern elf was fast asleep though he swore he could still hear him speak. "Bastard."
"Romano. It is time to get up." Sweden walked into the stables and glanced around him. "Our ruler wants his horse brought to him soon." Then he left, the clicking of his boots hitting the stone road slowly fading away in the distance and the sound of the early morning workers groans as they carried heavy loads of coal soon followed. Romano stepped over Spain to get to the large black and white horse. The stallion stood tall and proud and the thick blank mane covered his violet eyes. They matched his masters.
"You must be a demon horse." He tacked up the giant and tried to maneuver him around Spain's legs and out the gate. Russia stood outside the castle entrance with that unnatural smile. The stallion jerked free from Romano's hands and trotted to his master. Their ruler mounted and looked down at Romano. "Be quicker next time." He made his horse gallop out of the village and down the mountain side. He wondered where he was in such a hurry to get to, but just shrugged it off and walked back into the stable. His captive still slept calmly against the post and Romano felt the urge to wake him up and speak endlessly about the many shapes of rocks that could be found around their homes. It probably stood the same amount of interest to Spain as to the stupid fruits and history to him.
He worked around the heavy sleeper. He cleaned the stalls, swept the rock floor and carted around a heavy wheelbarrow back and forth. After two hours of cursing, he was convinced the man was faking his sleep to taunt him. Evil bastard. His work was finished by noon and the smell of foul meat drifted into the building and made him feel sick. He went out to the building where they received their lunch and grimaced when the big hairy chef dumped a ladle full of meat chunks and random body parts into his bowl, such as the eye that floated around. He held back his vomit and forced himself to take a bite. He couldn't complain, though he wanted to. People who did often ended up in the next stew. He really didn't like the thought of one of them sucking on his eye while they stirred around his body parts.
"Well, someone looks like they didn't get any sleep." Denmark smiled and sat down across from him at the rotted table. He never seemed to care what they were forced to consume, as long as he was fed. Romano couldn't bring himself to even think of liking the disgusting horrors that came from the pot. "Did you hear about the stupid southerners who came here? Three of them, I think."
"I heard. The people around the stables like to gossip during first break. What about it?" Romano hoped he didn't spot him lugging off an unconscious elf through the knee-deep snow.
Denmark shrugged and took a bite. "I saw you dragging a guy into the stables by his leg last night. But since I didn't see him leave, I'm not going to bother telling anyone. Finders, keepers, right? I kept one myself. I had to knock him out a few times during the night, but he's nice to look at."
"I'm not sure why you think I care, but whatever." He waved him off and pushed the bowl away. He didn't feel hungry. The eye that spun and bounced around did quick work of his appetite. "I don't really care if you tell anyone. I'd much rather get the pain in the ass out of my hair, anyway." He stood and slipped passed the hungry workers back to his stables. The post stood bare and Shadow was nowhere to be found. He groaned, snatched his fur cloak and walked out the backdoor to follow the tracks. They led him into the dark, dead woods. The aggravated growls and calls to 'come on' led him to the border of the woods where Spain tried to pull Shadow across the road to the mine trail. Romano, though pissed and annoyed himself, decided to get some satisfaction by the elf trying to get away. Shadow backed away from him when he went to him and followed him back to the edge of the road.
"You are just like your stubborn master," Spain growled and leaned back against a tree and sighed heavily. His frozen breath thickened with every irritated huff. "I just want to return home."
"Well, you never should have come here, idiot. Now you'll have to pay the price. Come on." Romano walked over and grabbed the rope and led the two back toward the stables. "I told you Shadow would keep you here. Now don't be stupid again and just be happy I haven't decided to give you to someone to play with." He forced Spain to sit back down and wrapped him up in his coat and shook his head. He shivered and pulled it closer to himself. He wasn't bad when he laid there and kept his mouth shut. "Stay." The order didn't seem to set well with the other and he could care less at that point. He tired his horse to the post as well to prevent another attempted escape. Next time he'd let the jerk freeze and let the horse drag his body back. He walked around the sour-faced man as he worked on the horses.
"Why do you look up to the people here?"
He tossed hay in a stall that was to be his prisoner's new bed. "Because at least they took me in and didn't decide to banish me because of my mixed blood and I can relate to them. Not being accepted by anyone else because of their 'undesirable' appearance."
"That is not why we do not like them! They are thieving, murderous and war-hunger monsters who feel they should have everything handed to them." Spain shared his glare and he broke away when Romano tossed a piece of coal at him. "Ah!"
"You son of a bitch, you dare say that when it is your kind that made us like this? We have no freedom, no other kingdom wishes to have us in their village. So don't you dare say anything!" He turned back to the stall and quickly made the bed then grabbed a bucket. "I'm going back to work. Enjoy your stupid bed." He walked out quickly to the well in the center of the town. The icy water splashed and dripped as he carried it to the different workers to cook food or to drink. The rest of his chores seemed to blur together like any other day and it was soon dark again. People whispered of their ruler's fleeing as he walked back into the stables. He half expected the bastard to be gone, but to his surprise he was cleaning a stall.
"This place is dirty. Don't you clean it?"
"Shut up, you idiot. I cleaned it this morning." He lay down next to his horse and wrapped his torn blanket around himself. "If you talk and keep me up again, I'm throwing your ass out in the snow." It was silent for the rest of the night. It was bliss.
-X-
"So you will join me in this fight?" Russia walked toward the bloody Turkey as he crawled back away from him. His face was terrified and dripped with blood. He nodded quickly and pressed back against a tree and wiped his face. Russia smiled widely and patted his blood covered pipe against his palm. He always got bored with the ones who gave in after a few blows to the face. But he did not always like to do it the hard way, though it was fun at times. "Good. Then I'll expect you to give me all of your soldiers when I decide to battle." He knelt down in front of the shaking new ally and fixed his broken mask. "Do not be scared, you only have a reason to be afraid if you wrong me. Then I'd kill you slowly and painfully," he said as if he was delivering good news and headed back to his horse with an ice trail behind. He never minded the cold, the feel of the northern air. But his people's starvation and unhealthy lives made the war worth it. The image of Austria's face frozen and his body consumed in ice always was a happy thought when he doubted his decision.
"Come, Sarion. Let's go back home." He motioned for his horse to follow him and walked out of the black forest of the west kingdom and back toward his blissful snowed home. The screams of horror and cries of pain as they found their beaten master echoed out of the woods. People of the west were never much different than his when it came to loyalty, but they were accepted by the south and heaven instead of his. They were all banished to live in the mountains to pay for their greed and rage and die out along with them.
Until now. It was time to dig his people out and raise them far above the south. That was his goal and he planned to succeed. To be respected and be more than an equal but be a ruler to all. Not a co-ruler. To rule the four kingdoms and bring his people to the lands of warmth and harvest. A loud whistle reverberated around the empty valley and he stopped in his tracks. He assumed they were using their dark magic. A grin crossed his lips as he turned to the woods. They were angry, but he didn't care. They wouldn't be in his way for long. He continued down his path and mounted his horse when he reached the snowy path up to his village.
He reached the town by early morning and handed his horse to Sweden before he walked up the metal steps inside his cold castle. He paused at Ukraine at the side of his throne and smiled. "I see you have returned, sister."
"Yes, brother. Please sit." She motioned to the coal seat that was covered in stitched pillows. "I wish to speak with you."
He slowly walked across the room and sat down. She quickly got down on her knees next to his leg and rested her hands on it. "Please take back your plan to go to war; it will only kill innocent people if not yourself. I—" He grabbed her jaw to quiet her and burned her with his cold touch.
"No."
"You cannot kill your future brother-in-law." She looked up at him, a tear sliding down her pale cheek. "I offered myself to Austria and he agreed. It is law that you cannot kill family." She pried his hand off her jaw and rubbed the red on her face. "Brother, I—"
Russia stood up and watched as his older sister fell down to the stone floor. "He is not my family." He walked down toward the double doors and ignored his sister's calls and cries. He did not wish to hurt her but he wouldn't let one marriage stop him. He went inside and closed the doors tightly at his final freedom. His empty double bed did not invite him; he walked to the balcony and stared up at the clouded sky. No star was seen, they were fogged out of heavens sight. But soon he'd free his people and show their worth to the land and beyond, passed the wide unclaimed seas.
He looked down at the bloodstained bar he still held firmly and wiped the mess off before tossing the weapon back into his room. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and put his hand against it to feel the wetness of blood. He went back in his room and stripped from his coat and shirt and wiped the blood away from an uninjured chest. That was the forbidden magic of the westerners. So he really did anger them.
He cleaned away the blood and slid his finger over his heart, the stained skin numbed against the ice he left over it. He walked to his bed and climbed in to sleep. He drifted off quickly and was awakened in the morning by constant knocks on his door and the voice of his baby sister begging him to get up and be with her. He shivered and looked at the door with narrowed his eyes. After an hour, she gave up and left. Russia came out later and went into the strategy room with a smile. "Prussia. I want you to gather up as many soldiers you can from here and the west. We'll get ready to attack by the end of the month."
Prussia frowned at him and bowed in respect before he left. The others who stood in the room were Germany and his older sister, Ukraine. She looked saddened and shook her head at him before she followed Prussia. Germany left shortly after. Russia walked to the table and stared down at the map with a frown. The battle had to be fought in the south land this time, where the advantage would be Austria's.
Yeah, I know I write short chapters, but I promise they will get longer.
Hope you like it and I hope I did a good job with Russia, he is so hard. DX and I don't think Turkey is a wussy or anything, I'd be pretty afraid too if I got beat up by a pipe too.
