A/N: Iiiiiiiiiiii'm back! And with another chapter, I guess. This is probably full of notmakingsensenessy things, mostly 'cause I can't remember much of the story (I have the brain of a guinea pig).
So, without further ado, here is the chapter (obviously)! Oh, and I hope the last chapter was alright for you guys.
Also, THIS IS IMPORTANT: this chapter contains a bit of gore (well, not really, but I'm still being careful), so if you don't really like this sort of stuff, DON'T READ IT. Please, don't kill me if you feel sick after (I doubt you will, but safety precautions). Just warning you. Enjoy~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Silence.
Silence was the only sound Emil could hear.
Well, that and a bit of shouting, loud cursing and random things being destroyed.
But other than that, silence.
He still couldn't believe that Berwald and Tino had actually planned to kick Mathias out the house. It was just too horrible to imagine. And how does Mathias think about it?
Emil was drawn out of his thoughts by pounding footsteps heading closer, but still distant. They still echoed, as if someone was running upstairs or something. But then, they stopped. The Icelander strained his ears to hear what was going on, as he was immobile due to his ankle. Fortunately, it was recovering fairly quickly, probably due to the fact he's a nation and anything. But it was still too delicate to walk around on. Not to mention Lukas and Tino wouldn't even let him out of bed, so he definitely wouldn't be walking round anytime soon.
Suddenly, a horrible ripping sound rang out around the house, and Emil froze in horror. What the hell was that? Did Mathias turn? No way, it's still morning, near noon. He couldn't turn now, could he? The Icelander thought, before deciding to go look for himself.
Swinging his good leg round, he slowly did the same with his other leg, but before he could even place one foot on the floor, he was stopped by Lukas.
"Don't get up, Emil. Your ankle won't support you yet." Lukas ordered.
"But I have to go see what's going on!" He protested.
"I'll go. You stay here. If something…bad…happened, then you won't be able to run away in time." The Norwegian stood and started to walk towards the door. Emil tsked but laid back in bed, cursing his brother and his strange emotionless overprotectiveness (even though technically, that's not even possible).
Lukas exited and headed down the hallway, heading for the stairs. He knew his brother was curious, but that ripping sound didn't sound like a curtain tearing – no, it sounded much worse. It sounded like – no, he couldn't think about that. He wouldn't. It would all be fine, he would have just misheard something, and then he could go back and reassure his little brother.
But when he got to the top of the staircase, he was met with a sight that filled him with dread.
Tino stood on the stairs, although it was hard to make him out because there were two figures in the way.
One was a giant black-furred, red-eyed, magic-type werewolf.
The other was none other than Mathias.
Or most of Mathias, anyway.
Lukas' breath caught in his throat at the sight of the Dane.
Mathias was stood in a position with arms wide, held in a nearly horizontal line. His legs were half apart, as if to balance his weight and hold his ground (even though he was on a stair). However, there was a different feature about the Dane. And this resided in his arms.
You see, instead of having a long, horizontal line, it was just…half a line.
Tino felt like he was going to fall, but he stayed stood up (mostly because if he did fall, he'd go downstairs). It wasn't the injury, or the blood that made him feel that way – it was the shock. The fact that Mathias had just risked his life (despite the fact he couldn't die from a physical injury) to protect the Finn, he refused to accept. How could he, after all? Over the centuries, they'd all left him at one point of another, and then here he was, sacrificing himself for them?
But when he saw Mathias falling back a bit, the Finn snapped out of his thoughts and reached forward to catch him, ignoring his own feeling of falling. But he misjudged the Dane's weight, and struggled to keep his balance.
Just as they were both about to fall downstairs, strong arms gripped both Tino and Mathias, securing them in the grip, and soon enough, they were balanced on the stairs again. Of course, the arms belonged to Berwald.
Thanking the Swede hurriedly, Tino set the Dane lengthways on the stair and quickly checked him. He was unconscious, either from pain, shock or blood loss; but that wasn't the worst.
The worst was his arm.
Or rather, what used to be his arm.
(Quick notif: This next paragraph is the gory-ish bit, so like I said, don't like, don't read.)
Now it was completely, and brutally, separated from his body, lying limply about ten metres or so away from them. It had been severed off just under the shoulder, leaving a very bloody stump. Luckily, Mathias was a nation, so he could grow back another arm, but he'd always have a scar around where the arm just started growing back. At the moment, the bone was showing, and sticking out at a sickening angle. The muscle was torn and the skin was completely soaked in blood. In fact, blood was leaking out onto the carpet of the stair, staining it a dark red. All in all, it was a very disturbing sight to look at, especially since it was their friend.
(Right, I think that's it. I don't think there's any more gory bits in it, but I'm not sure.)
Berwald looked through his cracked glasses at the sight of Mathias, lying unconscious in a bloody heap with a decapitated arm lying somewhere else. He'd been fighting the Dane when he was being controlled by the monster, and along with a couple scratches and bruises, he'd cracked his glasses. But other than that, the Swede was fine. But he was still confused about something.
As Berwald had been trying to fend off Mathias by gripping his wrists, the Dane had suddenly tensed up, and glanced at the stairs. Berwald had took this opportunity, without following Mathias' gaze, to throw his opponent onto the floor.
Seemingly unaffected by this, Mathias had stood up and stared at the staircase. This time, Berwald had copied him, and his eyes widened. Tino had been stood on the stairs, with the monster just above him, preparing to attack. Out of the corner of his eye, the Swede had noticed Mathias' eyes were constantly flickering between red and blue. This could only mean that Mathias was fighting for control over the monster.
As the monster's clawed paw had begun to descend towards the Finn, Mathias, with completely blue eyes blazing with determination and anger, had suddenly sprang forward, jumping unnaturally high towards the spot where Tino was.
And in that split second, Mathias had landed inbetween Tino and the monster, and had raised his arms and steadied himself on the stair, preparing to take the full blow. He had known that there would have been no time to get Tino out the way, and for both him and the Finn to escape unscathed. So he'd chosen the option of sacrifice.
As much as Berwald hated to admit it, he was slightly touched by Mathias' selfless actions. So now it was time he did something for the Tino – fighting the monster to protect both Tino and Mathias, not to mention Lukas and Emil upstairs.
Getting to his feet, Berwald glared through his glasses with an icy death glare, one full of pure rage and loyalty.
"Get the hell outta here, you devil." He snarled in a low yet dangerous tone.
But the monster merely raised a furry eyebrow. "'Devil'? That's what you call me? Now that's interesting. But anyway, I think I'll just kill you all, and find my own way to Norway."
Berwald's eyes narrowed at Lukas' country name. How did this creature know Lukas' secret? "Why do you need Lukas so much? And I'd like to see you try and kill us."
The monster chuckled in a sadistic tone. "Is that so? Well, I'll make sure to kill you and make your death as painful as possible. How does that sound?"
"Terrible. And you haven't answered my question." Berwald clenched and unclenched his fists. How dare this monster be so full of itself that it thinks it can kill them so easily. I guess it doesn't know what we really are, Berwald thought. Or does he?
"Lu…kas…?" The monster said uncertainly, as if unsure about something. "Nor…way…?" Then it put two-and-two together. "Ah, I get it! Little Norway has two names! How…interesting." It almost purred the last word in a sly voice. "If you want to know, then I guess I'll tell you." The monster rose to its full height, even puffing out its chest a bit, and swished his tail round to his side. Then it said four simple words – four simple words that created a huge effect.
"He is my creator."
A/N: I think this chapter's a bit short, but oh well. Tell me; is this a cliffhanger? I guess it's kinda obvious what's going on (maybe), but I'm not sure if you guys've put two-and-two together.
I'm not gonna say anymore, and I hope to see you in the next chapter!
Bye~
