"What?!" The leader demanded.
"I said, are you really fucking sure of yourself with that statement there?" The figure dropped from his place in the tree, dark wings rustling as he stood and strode over.
"Nattie!" Hetalia exclaimed, looking relieved.
The tall fandom flashed a warm smile before hardening his gaze at the humans. His wings were spread, flared upwards menacingly. A few of the humans faltered, but the leader looked unfazed. In fact, he smirked.
"Would you look at that, another one? Is that all?"
"No, I'm afraid not, chap." Doctor Who's voice called. The fandom leaned against a tree, the blue wood of the TARDIS just visible behind him. He tossed his sonic screwdriver up in the air, catching it and twirling it.
"Now is that all?" The leader rolled his eyes.
"I apologize dearly, for it seems I am late." Sherlock sighed, walking into the clearing last. "Can we make this quick?" He asked, "It's pouring out here, in case you haven't noticed."
"Sherlock it's a fight."
"Oh, dull."
"Okay that's enough!" The human shouted. "You want to go, freaks? Let's go!" The non-fandoms seemed to take that as the signal for the fight, and they launched themselves at the five of them, fists raised and teeth clenched. Homestuck could hardly react before he was brought to the ground with a flurry of kicks and punches. His surprise turned into rage as he flung the person off of him, snarling. His horns had changed from their short, sharp state and were now three times as long, curled like a goat's. His eyes glowed red besides his neon green irises. Full rage mode. He growled, launching himself at another human as he heard the fight raging on behind him. He caught flashes of the other fandoms throwing punches or kicks as the weaker humans outnumbered them.
Dark wings filled Homestuck's vision as Supernatural tackled the human that had him pinned. The two fandoms made eye contact for a second, and they shared a mutual nod before continuing in their own fights. A few times they were side by side, and others they were defending the ones they cared about. Sherlock and Doctor Who fought back to back, and Hetalia joined in when he wasn't trying to kick off an attacker. When a particularly large human forced Hetalia to the ground, Homestuck blinked in surprise as Supernatural launched himself at the man first, looking more vicious than he ever had. There were so many of them, and they all fought so angrily. The fight raged on, and Hetalia fought with tears in his eyes. He was terrified, but that wouldn't stop him from protecting his friends.
"Hetalia!" Homestuck called out "Hetalia use the fucking sword! I told you to bring it!"
Hetalia's hand wandered to the hilt, but he shook his head quickly. He hated this fight, and he had no intention to take a life.
"Hetalia! The sword!" Homestuck yelled sternly, fighting more humans off.
"N-no!" Hetalia whimpered back. Tears blurred his vision, and he quickly resumed fighting. He concentrated, using his American strength to force humans away from him. Homestuck followed suit with his B100B100D strength, jumping to his feet and pulling out his sickles. He snarled ferociously, leaping into battle again. Supernatural, who had brought his gun, agreed with Hetalia, but now the situation seemed too desperate not to use it. He reached into his pocket for it, but came up empty. What? Where was his gun? He had a sinking feeling in his stomach, and an idea that was quickly confirmed as he heard a voice behind him. The human leader's eyes were wide and he looked absolutely shaken as he held the gun, pointed at Homestuck. He looked desperate, afraid.
"This ends now, freak." His voice faltered, and before anyone could do anything there was a click of the trigger and a shot loud enough to stop everyone mid-fight in their tracks. Homestuck's eyes were shut tight, but when he opened them he wasn't dead. Expressions of shock and horror crossed the faces of the fandoms and the humans at the bright red blood spilled from the figure in front of Homestuck. After a few seconds it fell, and Homestuck could only yell as tears streamed down his face, clutching the thick leather and sobbing into that soft, curly chestnut hair.
