A column of fire hot as the sun erupted from where England lay. The whole room was illuminated allowing Alfred to see the horrified expressions of China, Germany, Hungary, Prussia and Scotland.
But Alfred didn't care about them, all he cared about was England. His cries of complete agony echoed forever through his mind. At first it seemed like the fire came from the circle of ash, but slowly a terrible realisation came to Alfred.
The fire was coming from Arthur
A strong blue flame engulfed his chest, the area above his heart covered in puss filled blisters constantly popping and healing popping and healing. Vomit rose in Alfred's throat at the smell of his former big brothers cooked flesh.
"Why is the most damage above his heart? That would only happen if London were burning" America thought frantically trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Another scream of pain ripped itself from England causing Alfred's heart to break.
"Iggy! Hang on, I'm going to get you out of this! I'm… I'm the hero remember! "America yelled, but not in his usual arrogant way. His voice shook with fear, and something else…Anger? Determination? It was impossible to say.
Klirk danced around the fire as Arthur rived in complete and utter agony.
"Oi! Get away from me wee brother!"
Allister Kirkland, also known as Scotland, the eldest of the Kirkland/UK brothers, the man that not even the great Roman Empire could defeat. Now sat chained helplessly to the opposite wall, unable to do anything but watch as his little brother is tortured.
Klirk visibly stiffened. His normally cheery demeanour was gone. "No, no NO!" he screeched at Allister. "You don't get to be the protective big brother. You lost that right a very long time ago!" There was such hatred in his voice that Allister was momentarily stunned into silence.
"Arthurs me wee brother! I may ave treated him like dirt in the past, but I still love em!" Allister spat at Klirk.
A thick silence, so thick you could cut it with a knife, filled the room.
"Well… let's see how you feel after I'm done with him" Klirk hissed. He pulled out another jar, this one filled with blackened pieces of metal. Allister's eyes widened. "Goof so you know what this is" Klirk smiled sweetly. "I was saving these for you, but since you 'love' your little baby brother so much, ill-treat him to it instead"
Klirk laughed at Allister's desperate attempt to break free and stop him. Carefully he poured the metal onto Arthur's still burning chest. America didn't think England could be in more pain. Oh how wrong he was.
It started with just a few specks of blood. Alfred assumed that it was from the blisters.
Then Arthur's rib cage caved in.
The scream that erupted from the nation was like a wild animal begging for death. Anything to end its drawn out suffering.
"Arthur!" America and Scotland yelled simultaneously. If he heard them, he didn't show it.
"What's happening to him?!" America yelled, he wasn't asking someone he just needed to voice at least one of his ever mounting questions.
"The Blitz. He's reliving the Blitz and the fire of London… at the same time" Allister's horrified whisper was drowned out by England's constant screaming.
Its finally up. yay. sorry for the wait, hopefully the next chapter will be up sooner
