Chapter 7
"So what's the plan?" Russia whispered, glancing his rival who is standing beside him. "Actually, I don't have one." America said with a sheepish smile. "Sounds like you, America." Germany commented. "But Canada wanted to try something so he asked if we could cooperate in his plan."
"Oh, so what's that plan?" Russia prompted. "Lend me your ears, guys." America whispered. Then the two sturdy countries bend their bodies closer to America and listened to his explanation.
England cocked his head wondering what his playmates are discussing about but what's more important to him was when America decided to tag along in his game! This can't help him but to shiver in excitement and smile in happiness. He couldn't stop imagining how should he lacerate America's flank, heart, or even scooping his beautiful sea-like eyes and the opera he might listen as his toys will scream in pain while being tortured. He clasped his hands when he thought of an idea that it might be also good to have a tea party with them after he manage to half-kill them in this room. England twirled around while embracing himself, train of thoughts couldn't stop inside his mind. His freckled cheeks already turning pink as his mischievous grin grew wider.
While England is busy in his day dreams, America finished explaining the idea to his teammates. "Will that work?" Russia inquired. "Well, I am also a bit anxious about the plan but it's worth trying, right?" America said, shrugging his shoulders. Germany sighed, "I agree with America and it's better than nothing." America smirked to Germany's remark then the trio faced to their frantic opponent. England was already wielding two knives in his pale white hands, his azuline eyes were staring straight to his targets, showing his crooked wide grin which gave his opponents a wave of goosebumps.
America gulped and did a nervous smile. "I just realized that he looks totally mad and creepy. I am impressed that you guys fought with him so long." Russia chuckled with America's silly comment. "Well, I admit that he always give me chills whenever we had an eye contacts." "Seriously, can't he just stop smiling like that?" Germany complained.
After their short chat, the group became silent. "Ok guys, let's start with the plan." America said and the trio lunges forward, straight to England. England licked his lips and raised his blades then also sprinted towards the group. Blood! Blood! Blood! Show me your blood, America! And so the four countries started to fight again.
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Canada and France gasped in horror when Italy placed Japan, who is covered with his crimson blood, on the floor. China, immediately ripped his long red sleeves to use them as a cloth to cover his ex-brother's wound.
"Will he be alright?" France asked, perturbated while glancing Japan's pale face and China's serious yet solemn face. "I'm not sure but I will do what I can." China replied. Canada helped the Chinese man to aid his friend. He removed Japan's coat so that China could do the aiding better and also wiped his sweat and the blood that was plastered on Japan's winced face. "Japan! Japan! Please hang on!" Italy was already sobbing hard beside his unconscious friend. France promptly extended his hands behind Italy's back and rubbed it to reassure him that Japan will be okay.
China's hands were already covered with Japan's warm blood. He bit his lip when his first and second clothe immediately soaked in red. Thankfully, on his third try, the bleeding stops. Taking that as a chance, he used the remaining cloth, that France and Canada gave, to wrapped Japan's lacerated flank and successfully finished the first aid.
"Nice one, China. You did it!" Canada beamed. "Yeah... Somehow..." China replied, panting for he was exhausted from the aiding while watching his former brother suffering. When he tried to wipe his sweat with his arm, China's heart ached and winced, eyes dilating when he realized his blood soaked hands that was tricking drown from the tip of his fingers to his wrists then to his arms. This made his hands to quiver in horror. France noticed the shock and perturbation of China, he then reached out his handkerchief inside his pocket.
"China" France called but China was still rapt to his bloodied hand. "China." France called again. "O-oh, France what's the matte-" then that time China noticed that France was extending his hand, holding a handkerchief. "Use this to wipe those blood away from your hands. Don't worry, Japan will be fine. He's a strong guy, isn't it? And you know that very well." France reassured and smiled.
China's eyes widened for a moment and smirked. "Thanks France. Yeah, Japan will be fine." Then he took the beige handkerchief from France and wiped his blood soaked hands cleanly, not wanting to leave any red spots. While wiping his hands, he glance back to Japan. Please do your best Japan. Don't you ever dare to lose with that wound.
"And so, Canada, my petit lapin, are you really going to do what you're planning to do?" France's smile became nervous. Canada stiffened a bit but smiled. "Y-yes. But I hope it will work. I believe in myself."
"Haha. I'm always impressed with that side of yours. Please be careful. It will take few more minutes to recover my wound." France warned. Canada heeded his words and nodded. "I will. It's a gamble though"
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"What the hell! Was England this fast?" America exclaimed, just barely dodged the flying knives from England. "Yup, don't underestimate him! He even threw Germany" Russia reminded which made Germany to irk a bit. "Crap. I was close to grab his wrist." America said then immediately he sprinted towards England again simultaneously Germany and Russia from both sides.
This time, England didn't try throw his knives but instead just drew out one knife and firmly grasped it, cocking his head creepily as stared the face of America. Oh how lovely would it be if I can just hug him and rip his ribs from behind. Germany and Russia doesn't sounds bad but my blood lust could stop telling me to play with America first. Oh dear, oh dear. England couldn't stop giggling and grinning, shivers of excitement was felt throughout his body.
The time he was about to sprint towards America, suddenly he felt a tight tug under his arms, locking his movements. He immediately glanced back and surprised who stopped his movements. "Ca-canada!" Canada grinned at him nervously yet confident. "Please don't forget about me, Mr. England and I caught you already." England's eyes dilated and his grin became wider. Oh my, so they let me focused to their attention so that Canada could grab his opportunity to catch me!" England predicted. He uses his low presence to catch me! Canada caught me! Canada embraces me! Oh, Canada, you don't know how much I am proud of you. England exclaimed in his mind, impressed with the unexpected move of Canada. His cheeks started to turn pink again because of his thrills.
"NOW!" America shouted, cue to hold and lock England down with his two other allies. Canada held his arms tighter to make sure that England won't escape from his restraints. But something bothered him. There was no sign of England panicking or some movements to free himself from his grab.
"Oh, Canada" Canada jerked when England finally spoke. "I love being embrace by you. I can feel your warm and resolution." England drawled, sounding like a creepy guy which made Canada to arch his eyebrow and to feel anxious about it. "But, I won't allow myself to get caught here and return to that dark place again."
"Wha-" then that moment, when the trio was about to hold England down, the British man smirked and snapped his fingers and without knowing the apparent reason, all of them were repelled by some kind of invisible force, which made them to crash on the tables, walls, chairs and hit roughly on the floor. The countries grunt and winced with the impact as they hit themselves on the ground.
Russia hit his head hard on the edge of the table and soon felt a warm substance flowing down to his forehead then down to his right eye. He closed his right eye before the substance will enter his eye which might cause some itch. "Blood huh." He mumbled as he watched his blood drops on the floor and staining his white scarf, feeling quite dizzy as he held his head with his hand.
Germany was crouching on the ground, holding his left flank which receives the most impact from the attack. "Crap" he muttered while feeling his ribs. "Two, no around three ribs were cracked. Tch, this will take time in healing." After analyzing his cracked ribs, he speculated around how many minutes would it take for his body to recover and heal his ribs. But he also knew that he has to hurry for he can't read and understand what's going on in England's mind.
Canada was coughing while leaning his back against the wall, blood were drooling from the corner of his lips for he was the person who took most of the impact. Shoot. I didn't thought that England would use his magic in this timing. Canada coughed again and wheezed while staring his blood soaked hand that he cough out. He then glanced forward and saw that England was slowly approaching him while giving his diabolic smile, holding his star wand.
"Ca~na~da~" England drawled, still trotting to his limped ex-brother, while waving his stick side to side. Canada stiffened but immediately regained his composure and pushed himself to stand with the support of the wall. "You know Canada, you really amazed me with your unexpected hug and restrained my movements." England praised Canada, who was still having his hard time to stand up. "But you forgot to lock my fingers." England said. "I didn't want to use this magic but I guess it is worth using if I could just make you a cute lad and play with you for awhile." He then raised his stick and grinned. "I'll take you to my mansion and let's play hide and seek together, okay?"
That statement grimed Canada. He knew what kind of magic England would cast on him. He wanted to run and hid but his feet was completely attached on the ground, frozen. Plus, he could feel a throbbing pain especially in his chest area, making him difficult to breath. England started to twirl his stick, magically the star on top of the stick started to illuminate. When Canada thought that he was doomed, he shut his eyes and was ready to get struck, but suddenly someone from behind threw a scrap of wood to the head of England.
England halt his magic and turned his head to the direction where he assume the wood was thrown. "Hey England, you bastard. Don't lay a finger to my brother!" America exclaimed followed by a pant, kneeling his one knee down on the ground.
"America!" Stunned Canada. What the hell is he thinking? England beamed and started to turn his body towards the younger nation, his attention completely went over to his another ex-brother. "Ah, America, you came for me? How cute" he giggled. America creeped out in disgust and immediately retorted back. "Don't get the wrong idea, bastard. I came to save my brother!"
England just chuckled again for America's remark was adorable in his ear. His surging excitement inside him started to arouse again as he fiddle with his stick. He then aloft his wand which then started to illuminate again. Canada and America expression turned frightful and dark again for they knew that England was trying to cast the same magic that he was trying to use it awhile ago.
The other party was watching the scene with awe and faze, do not know how should they act. "Hey, hey, hey, this is bad..." France words trailed away, voice filled with nervousness. China and Italy whipped their heads to France. "What do you mean, France?" Italy inquired. France did a taut smile and explained. "P-probably, this is my guess but I think England is planning to make America a kid again."
"What?! Are you sure, aru?" China reacted.
"I'm not sure but my gut feelings says so and I think I saw this magic before. I can predict how England might react when he will see the kid version of America, but England is in that state now! I can't help but be anxious what he might do to America!" France exclaimed. He tried to stand to stop England's action but the pain win over to dominate his body, telling him that he's not ready yet for battle.
"America, run!" Canada shouted from behind, having the same idea as France. England grinned even wider and cocked his head. "I don't care if I might lose some of my energy as long as I will make America a cute little lad again!" He exclaimed in thrill, his star started to illuminate brighter. America tried to stand up and get out from his place, feeling deadly serious about this situation, but that moment, he felt a twinge of pain from his left ankle which soon he covered it with his hand to ease the pain. Crap, I sprained my ankle when I was thrown away. Damn it, this is not looking good. He then did a taut smile as he raised his head towards the England, who was grinning at him triumphantly.
"HOATA!" England shouted simultaneously motioned his star wand downward as the illuminating light whipped heading towards the American. America did try to move again but he couldn't in the end so he shut his eyes and was ready to get struck. All of sudden, he felt a sharp wind passes by followed by a shadow that overcast him.
"America!"
"Russi-" then the two were engulfed with white thick mist. Moments later, after England casted his magic, he staggered a bit and trudged towards the place where he assumed the kid America is, waiting for his hug. But then when the mist started to fade, he halt his steps just a few meters away from the silhouettes and his eyes widened in surprised when he realized that he struck the wrong country.
"Ru-russia?" England stammered, still in surprise. He saw America was also reclining back, having the same expression as England's. The small Russia was coughing, small tears were visible from the corner of his eyelids. Soon after he stops coughing, he raised his tiny hands in front of him and cocked his head, forming his usual cold grin plastered on his face. He then looked down to his body and started to touch his face then his head. After realizing his appearance, his expression turned dark.
"kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol" he started to mumble under his breath like he's chanting some curse chants.
Everyone, especially America stared at small Russia, frozen. He doesn't know how to react. He doesn't know if he find his rival funny, cute, or sorry. But all those silence broke when they all heard the low chuckling sound of England, embracing his stomach.
"Oh my, oh my! How unexpected. I think it's not too bad to play with adorable Russia!" Then he started to throw knives straight to Russia. Russia jolted in surprise, momentarily panicking for he doesn't know how to act with his current body situation. Instinctively, America snatched Russia before the knives could pierce the fragile body and secured him in his arms as he rolled backwards and stood with his available foot. He staggered a bit as his left ankle reacted and gave short piercing pain which made America to wince again but that didn't matter to him. He focused to make more distance from England. Soon, Germany sprinted beside him, while holding his injured flank.
"Russia, are you alright?" America inquired, a bit awkward to talk to him. Russia didn't looked up on him but nodded in response, and probably with a mix of appreciation in America's point of view, and started to mumble those curse words again. Germany and America jerked with his chants giving them some chills. "What a horrifying magic." Germany said as he ruffles Russia's pate. "True" America nodded, completely agreeing with Germany's statement. Russia planned to bit Germany's finger for he find him annoying as he's messing up his hair but he didn't after he felt some kindness from it.
On the other hand, France was covering his mouth, trying to stop his snickers. "My goodness. I didn't thought that I will see the kid version of Russia in my life" said France while wiping his tears on the other hand for Italy and China, they couldn't get over to their awe. But soon, China regained his composure and saw Canada, having a hard time standing up so he immediately sprinted to the younger and went for his aid.
"Are you alright, aru?" China asked, kneeling and placed Canada's arm over his shoulders then helped him to stand. "Somehow, yes, thank you." Canada said and did some coughs. "I didn't thought that England would be using that magic in this timing. I was saved from America but Russia was struck after protecting America. This will be tough for us. We lose a big country ." Canada uttered, beads of sweat pouring down to his cheek, followed by few consecutive coughs.
"Hey, are you alright, aru?" China asked, concerned. On the moment when China grasped Canada's opposite flank to support him, the younger winced and cringed for he felt a stinging pain from the grasp. China immediately released his hand and glanced at the Canadian in shock. "You have some fractures in your ribs, Canada! You're not alright!"
Canada coughed again and carefully and gently held his injured area. "This gonna heal, though it will take a lot of time comparing to France." He said, trying to reassure the elder but China wasn't convinced at all. "Sit down" China ordered. "I will aid your fractured ribs. Let me wrap some cloth to help in your healing." Canada nodded and complied. He sat down and cautiously he took of his coat and shirt so that China could wrap his chest, ribs, and to his flank.
Damn it. Canada thought. What should we do next? What should we do next? Everyone's in danger. If this battle took so long, we will all become England's victim. Think Canada, think!