Careful Planning and Difficult Decisions.
Hey, guys. It's me again. Thanks for waiting. Here's the fourth chapter of my story. I hope it's as good as the other ones. I may try to upload chapter 5 because when school starts, I don't know how many fanfics I can do. So during the school year, please, stick with me. Anyway, please review this. Thank you.
America was seated at a table with a wooden puzzle of the world. It was a simple children's puzzle, but he seemed to be studying it as if it were a complicated political map. He was situated in Britain's cell, conscious that the Brit was watching him. "Russia has Sweden and Finland…" he said to himself, loud enough so Britain could hear. "And I have Britain." He removed said countries from the puzzle, putting the Sweden and Finland pieces on Russia and holding the Britain piece himself. "Now I wonder…who shall we hit next?"
Britain looked tiredly at what America was doing. He looked at the removed puzzle pieces and hoped that the ones that weren't stayed where they were.
"I got it!" America suddenly shouted, jolting his prisoner back to his surroundings. The young nation smiled happily. "Russia will attack France after I mark him and hopefully capture him. And I want to attack…" His eyes skimmed the board. "Canada."
Britain's eyes widened slightly when he heard the large country's name. He wanted to attack Canada? His own brother? What had America become? "A-America?" He rasped, getting the nation's attention. "Why Canada? Why your own brother? What good can possibly come out of this?"
America got up and grabbed a whip hanging from a hook.
Britain tensed when he saw this but kept his ground.
"Am I obliged to answer you?" America hissed. "Just like when I was under your rule? When I had to answer to you and pay for everything I'd done?" His eyes blazed hatred into Britain's emerald ones.
"No you are not obliged. I'm just asking." The bound one hissed back. He was scared of the consequences, but America always jumped to conclusions. This annoyed him to no end. A sharp crack caused him to cry out. America had whipped him.
"It looks like you should start your training." America whispered, leaning in close to Britain's ear. He raised the whip again and sliced across the Brit's chest.
Britain bit his lip as the weapon was sliced again and again. He felt tears in his eyes but didn't dare release them. He wasn't broken yet.
Finally, after the fifteenth strike, America had Britain panting and got tears to slide down his face. That's enough for now. I don't want to break my new toy just yet. He went back to the Canada piece he left on the floor and walked over to Britain. "I want so desperately to have Canada, yet I'm too tired. Therefore, you will do it." He put the piece in Britain's pocket.
Britain looked shocked. "America. I'm not going to invade Canada for your sake. He's innocent-"
America viscously slapped him. "How many times do I need to say this?! No one is innocent. If you do not agree with me then I will unleash the virus into Britain and then bomb what's left of your population to hell."
"Not my people! Please America! You can do whatever you want to me just please. Leave Canada and my people alone."
America shook his head. It's either your people or Canada. One of them will have to go."
"Will you at least give me time to think?"
America patted Britain on the head. "Of course I will. I may be a rogue nation trying to kill all others and take over the world but I'm not rude."
The door closed, leaving Britain to his thoughts.
Russia made his way to the door, this time leading both captured Scandinavians on leashes, the rope tied around their necks. "Master!" He called when he got inside.
"Come Russia." America called from the living room, standing up and looking lovingly at his two new countries. "Whatcha got here?"
Russia threw Sweden to the ground at America's feet. "Well this one is Sweden and I wish to play with Finland myself." He forced Finland down to the floor and started stroking his hair.
Finland couldn't stop shaking.
America saw Sweden looking longingly at the other nation on the ground. He could see pain in his eyes. Pain and guilt. Interesting. He knelt down in front of Sweden and forced him to look into his eyes. "You seem to be weighed down by something. What is it?"
Sweden just glared at him. He refused to answer the clearly insane nation. He just wanted to see what would happen.
America sighed and turned to Russia. "Take them downstairs. Put them in adjacent cells and then come back up. I need to mark you."
Russia nodded. "Da, Master."
While the other was gone, America sat back to think. Is this the best thing to do? What are you talking about?! They all want you dead. Erase them before they erase you. Is it better to be feared and rule or to be loved and serve? Even a three year old knows that! You need to be feared so nobody will ever dream of trying to oppose you. Britain raised you with such love. And this is how you repay him? But you can't forget the reason for the Revolutionary War. Those countless laws and bans and the oppression. He deserves it. I guess that's true. Maybe I'm doing the right thing. That's right.
"Master?"
America snapped out his argument. He looked down and saw Russia kneeling down, head bowed.
"You wish to mark me, da? I would think you would like to mark me on my neck." He looked up. "It will be temporary, da?"
America nodded. "I have this special iron. It can be used to mark someone like a brand and it goes on just like a regular brand but when I want, I can remove it." He looked at Russia's confused face. "Alien technology." He took out said brander and started heating it up.
Russia stayed still, despite knowing that a red hot iron would soon be pressed against the tender skin on his neck.
When it was ready, America pressed it against the nape of Russia's neck and waited for it to finish burning.
Russia didn't flinch, didn't make a sound. Soon, it was over. Russia stood up and felt the mark. Star shaped. How fitting. "Master." He said. "I'm going after France now."
America nodded and went down to the basement. To see, probably, Britain.
Russia smiled and exited the house.
France was sitting in his house, drinking wine and thinking about Britain's letter. He trusted me with everything he had. And then America came and got him. I should probably send out the urgent messages to the other nations. I'll do that.
"France!" A Russian accent sounded from outside the door. Then the door was blown in.
France was shocked at how quickly the Russian got in. He whipped around to the computers and started deleting important military documents. Russia couldn't get his hands on the documents. That would be devastating.
"France! What do you think you're doing?" Russia happily asked. He was standing in the doorway.
France whipped around to see the threat. "Russia. You came to see me, oui?" His hand was slowly snaking towards the button that would send a mass message to all the nations, warning them. "Or…you came to kill me." He tried to buy his time. "I heard about America's crazed idea. I also found out that Britain was taken a few days ago. What happened? Did America snap and decide to take it out on his brother or the world?"
Russia smiled. He suddenly noticed the hand that was heading for a button behind a keyboard. The arctic nation raised his gun and fired.
France shrieked in pain and clutched his hand. He looked up at Russia and saw the determination in his eyes. He decided to take a risk and his wounded hand flew to the button and the warning was issued. Another bullet entered the Frenchman's side and the poor man cried out, curling into a ball in order to grasp his wound. He shook, the pain starting to cloud his eyes and mind.
Russia stood above France and watched the nation struggle to remain conscious. This was no fun. He wanted France to scream. Raising the pipe over his head, he smiled. "Pain." He brought it down on France's knee. He relished the painful screams coming out of the Blonde. This action was repeated and soon there was blood everywhere and France was unconscious from the pain and wounds. He picked up the body and walked out of the house. He didn't go home immediately. No. He would get countries and bring them to America in pairs. He started off to a former ally who he had assisted him in the Great Northern War. Denmark. I'm sorry. You were a great ally. But America wants no opposition and you are a strong opponent. You were great but this is where you fall.
Hey. The ending may seem a bit rushed but I hope that won't bother you. I threw a doctor who reference in there XD. This is the fourth chapter and I hope you liked it. Please review. Thank you. FlamboyantLollipop out.
