Chapter 6
*Austria*
Cold…such cold… cold as he'd never felt it before. This cold… it was nothing like the friendly winters that brought gifts of snow and children's laughter. This cold was overwhelming, devastating, as if his very bones had been replaced a skeleton of ice.
Then, a sudden warmth, a comforting embrace, a gentle pair of arms that promised protection.
But then the warmth was too much, is consumed him, engulfed, took away that opulence and replaced it with the cursed flames of hell.
Then a beacon on the distant horizon, a lighthouse to guide his sinking ship, a cool hand that grasped his own.
"You'll be okay," it whispered. And he believed it, for whether it be angel or demon, he would follow that voice to his death.
And with that, he slipped back into the abyss.
AN
That… was literally nothing. It was really just a recap of things from Austria's point of view. A lot of descriptive language in there. Don't hate me.
/AN