A/N: Sorry this is short and has been a long wait, my sister pulled out of writing, so it's just me. BUT I WILL FINISH THIS, I PROMISE YOU.
Mentions of EstFin but no real shipping
Disclaimer: I own nothing cries
Chapter 4 – The Commonwealth stick together.
Now, Alistair was a man of many traits. Unfortunately, recklessness was one of them. Couple that with a certain overprotectiveness for his little brothers, some people eating monsters and you get a recipe for disaster. Alistair was the kind of man who would throw himself into anything to save those he cared about. And even though he would never admit it, it was also for the rush of adrenaline.
Suddenly, the Scotsman heard a scream. He spun around; trying to pinpoint the sound but everything was moving too fast. There were too many titans, too many nations desperately trying to take them down and prevent HQ from being overrun. He couldn't see his team, couldn't find his little brothers… In the end, he only caught sight of Eduard swinging towards the site of the scream before there was a horrible crunching noise. Alistair knew that noise. The sound of bone breaking, body crippling, life ending Titan teeth clamping down upon an unfortunate victim. He saw the Estonian's body nigh snap in half in the monster's mouth and heard the terrified cry of his brothers. Without hesitation, the Scotsman swung over to help, biting his lip in an attempt to stay calm. It might not have been his team, but out here, fighting, they all needed as much help as they could get. But with one swift blow, Natalya killed the Titan, allowing Raivis to drag the broken body of his older brother from its jaws. Alistair helped the little Latvian carry the Estonian to Toris and Feliks. Both the other Baltics were in floods of tears, carrying the limp blond between them. The Scotsman felt a rush of nausea at the sight of the Estonian's mangled body. His heart beat like a war drum, his gut twisting into all sorts of knots. He couldn't leave them like this; the young Estonian was too bright, meant too much to his brothers, and was too adorably in love with the violet eyed Finn to leave him like this. In the end, he had lived for so long, it was wrong for it to end like this.
"I can save him." Alistair's voice sounded far away, even to himself but Raivis and Toris snapped round instantly. Slowly, he repeated himself. "I can save him. We can. There's, there's a spell…"
"Do it." Toris didn't waste time, his chartreuse eyes red rimmed but empty.
"I'll need my brothers… And Lukas and Emil. It'll save him, so he can heal. But together… We can save him." Lilac eyes met Alistair's grass green.
"Please… Do what you need to. But save him." Raivis's voice was weak, wavering as he pleaded. Alistair nodded and leapt off the roof, his head swimming. He had to do this, had to save the poor boy. Quickly he located his brother, Finnigan and hurried over to him.
"Finn!" The Irishman paused beside him, nodding.
"Ali, what is it?" The Irishman and the Scotsman landed on a rooftop to talk.
"We need to help the Soviets. Eduard's… nearly gone. I'm thinking if we use the preservation spell, we can keep him alive enough for his body to heal. We can't let him die." Finnigan nodded firmly.
"I'll go find Arthur, Will and Amelia."
"I'll go check on Ozzie and Kaelin. We need to stay as a team." At that, the two split ways, Finnigan swinging of purposefully and Alistair pausing to find who he was searching for before leaping off towards them. The Australian and the New Zealander were an efficient team, having worked together for so long that they never had to speak to relay information. Glances were enough which meant that they could never be beaten. Or they hadn't been yet… Alistair leapt towards them and Ozzie caught his eye, pulling out. Without a second thought, Kaelin followed him.
"How're you doing?" called the Scotsman.
"Okay. A little battered and tired but nothing we can't handle. What of the others?" The Australian called back, the twang in his voice evident despite his fatigue.
"We've not suffered any bad injuries but the Soviets have. We're going to assist. I need you to fill in the gaps from losing them."
"Got it sir. See you when this mess is over." Without another word, they threw themselves back into the fray. Alistair quickly made his way back towards the roof that the recruits and Soviets held, thinking over the spell. It was a risky spell they were going to try and could only be performed with six accomplished magic users, but it was better with seven; it being a good number for magic. Hence why with Arthur, Finnigan, Amelia, Will, Emil and Lukas as well, the spell would be perfect and definitely work. As he swung towards the roof, the red head's mind was so focused on this that he didn't see the Titan until it was too late. With a yelp, Alistair swung upwards to try and avoid the Titan's gaping jaws but he wasn't quite fast enough. He felt them snap shut and agony scream its way up his leg. Gritting his teeth, he fought to stay conscious as he spiralled towards the floor but the blackness was too welcoming.
He was falling.
Falling.
Falling.
And then nothing.