Savior Spy
By: Aubrie1234
Francis and Matthew were tempted to grab Viktor and the other defenseless 2P!s, but paused when the kid appeared.
"That is the child who did this." Francois finally spoke, glaring at the boy.
"You should be grateful, as he is letting us go." Viktor said, glancing at Alex. He slung the glaring Francois over his shoulder and walked back to the mirror room. He paused at the doorway and turned.
"I am coming back for my comrades, you know."
"I understand, but if you do any more than that, I will knock you out as well."
"Alright." Viktor continued on his way and soon a flash of light came from the room, indicating that they had gone through the mirror. From different directions Arthur, Lukas, Anghel, Matthias, and Alfred arrived. Anghel, Matthias, and Alfred were about to say that they had found the rest of the missing 2P!s, but stopped when they saw Alex. Arthur and Lukas did not, though.
"Alex, slow down!" Arthur caught up to the boy.
"So, this is your house guest?" Alfred studied Alex, "The one you didn't want anyone knowing about?"
"Yes, so what's your point?" Alex said, eyes narrowing.
"Why are you such a secret? You're only a boy."
"I may be a boy, but I know and can do much more than a regular one. Sometimes, I feel older than I should."
"All of us here do."
"Because you're countries." Surprised, Alfred glanced to Arthur.
"He figured it out himself. Not like I was trying to keep it much of a secret, though. He won't tell a soul, I promise you." Alfred looked back to Alex.
"Well then. I'm-"
"Alfred, I know." Alex turned to Matthew and Francis, "And you two are Matthew and Francis, from what I gathered. Which means," Now he turned to Anghel and Matthias, "one of you must be Anghel, Arthur's other country magical friend besides Lukas." They were impressed, to say the least.
"Er...I guess I'm the only unknown here." the Dane spoke, "I'm Matthias, a close friends of Lukas'. It's...nice to meet you?"
"Why are you here?"
"Alex." Arthur put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder, "They aren't threats. They only followed me here when I left to help you. Why didn't you call?"
"The 2P!s stole my phone, so I did the only thing I could. They were going to come upstairs, so I defended myself." It dawned on Alfred, Matthias, and Anghel.
"You were the one who took them all out?!" Alex smiled.
"Yep. Though I didn't have a chance to fight the Russian."
"You took out everyone except Viktor?!" They were amazed.
"It was mostly because of tricks and traps, but yeah, I did. I confused them with Arthur's sound system, took out the ponytail man with my slingshot, and it just snowballed from there."
"You have a sound system, Angleterre?" Francis asked.
"Not important!" Arthur blushed in embarrassment, "But since you're here, promise us you won't say a word about Alex. Neither of us are really ready to tell the others about him yet." Alex nodded.
"Yeah, and I'm not sure I'm ready to answer any questions yet. You may know something about me, but you don't know everything." He walked to the top of the stairs, then glanced back, "By the way, could one of you cook breakfast, please? I don't really want to see what Arthur made for me." At that, Alfred laughed, as well as Francis and Matthias. Matthew was trying to hide giggles as Anghel and Lukas smiled. Arthur, however, fumed.
"Lad, my cooking isn't that bad!"
"I beg to differ!" Alex called from downstairs, "And the 2P!s of Alfred and Matthew are up!" From the rising volume of cursing, they could tell and began to worry. The NA 2P!s were the strongest of the 2P!s besides Viktor, so it was no wonder they were worried. They jumped when they heard the groaning sound of metal and the breaking of crystal. The two were free, so Alex was now in danger!
At the sight of him, the two began cursing and tried to struggle free.
"D**N YOU!" snarled the redhead.
"GET OVER HERE SO WE CAN KILL YOU!" shouted the Canadian. Alex didn't remember wrapping them in the chandelier's chains, but it was buying him time, as he could hear the metal groaning at their struggle. He took off when he heard it snap and the 2P!s coming after him. He leapt out a window and ran into the woods, the two right on his heels. They were keeping up pretty well, considering.
"Gotcha!" Alex took out one of the Italian's knives and struck the redhead with it as the man leapt. It plunged into the man's stomach, making him flinch, but not scream. In fact, the man kept running. The knife trick had also cost Alex a few seconds, allowing the Canadian to tackle him to the ground. He tried to struggle, but the blond man was too strong.
"You think you're so smart, eh?!" he growled in Alex's ear, "Well, let's see how you like it when your head is bashed in!" From the corner of his eye, Alex could see the Canadian was suddenly holding a hockey stick covered in barbed wire. A sick feeling settled in his stomach and he knew what was going to happen if something wasn't done. If that hockey stick hit his head without the wire, he would probably have his head cracked open. The wire made sure of it, along with the possibility his head might be knocked clean off his shoulders.
"Let me get the first shot!" snarled the redhead, pulling out the knife, "I want to hear how he screams when I stab him in the stomach!" Before he could move, the child was stabbed right where the redhead said he would do it. Tears came to Alex's eyes as he struggled to hold in the screams. Smiles came to the 2P!s' faces.
"Let's use a few of Ollie's and Luci's tricks, why don't we?"
"Sure. We can beat him up later." The redhead then began to twist the knife, forcing Alex to whimper. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of screaming, not on their lives. The redhead then tore it out, along with some skin, and Alex gasped as blood began to pour.
"Now let's see your pearly-white chest~!" The blond opened Alex's shirt, probably so they could get a look of where to strike next. They both paused, eyes widening when they saw the scar on his chest. As Alex whimpered from the first wound, the redhead ran a gentle had over the scar.
"Isn't this a...bullet wound?" They looked back up at the kid, who managed to glare at them through his pain-brought tears.
"It looks old, too. Kid, when did this happen?" Alex blinked.
"Why do you want to know? Don't you want to kill me?" he rasped, struggling to keep in the screams he so badly wanted to release.
"Not after seeing this." The redhead put a strong hand on the wound to stop the bleeding, making the boy flinch, "We're sorry. If we had known about this, we wouldn't have hurt you. It's one thing to kill someone by knife, but a completely different thing to be shot at."
"When did this happen?" the Canadian repeated his question. Alex stayed silent and still, even after the 2P let him go. The blond sighed.
"We know you're mad at us, after what we did, but like Allan said, we're sorry. I'm Matt, by the way."
"..." The boy didn't make a sound.
"Here." Allan had Matt hold the wound closed as he took off his jacket, then wrapping it around Alex's torso over the wound, "It's not much, but it should hold. You can keep it, I've got plenty at home."
"...Thank you." Alex held his shirt closed with one had while touching the area of the jacket covering his wound, still glaring at them all the while, though the glare had softened.
"Kid, we may be cruel at times, but even we can draw the line at some things. Guns and bullets are one of them. Lutz has a gun, yes, but he usually doesn't use it unless absolutely necessary." Matt removed his sunglasses, allowing Alex to see the bags under his eyes, "I get nightmares all the time, too. You can't really cover up those bags well unless you're friends with a makeup artist, and I can tell. Arthur wouldn't be able to notice, nor do most others. You keep it hidden well." Again, Alex blinked.
"You noticed?" Matt nodded, putting his sunglasses back as Allan squinted.
"I can see them too, just barely. What sort of nightmares do you get?"
"Nothing much." Alex found himself a little more willing to talk, which he didn't want. In response, he looked away. It was quiet for a time.
"...Shouldn't Arthur and the others have found us by now?" the boy spoke up.
"Yeah, and they would be pissed at seeing us. But we can't just leave you alone, kid." Allan felt the need to rub Alex's hair fondly, but resisted. He now understood somewhat of Oliver's feelings for the boy. Alex was strange, but in a way that made Allan and Matt want to protect him. It confused the two men to no end.
"Get away from him!" Their heads shot up (along with their bodies) when Arthur burst through the brush, brandishing his sword, ready to defend Alex. The others weren't too far behind him. Allan and Matt stepped away from Alex, holding their hands up. They could easily get away if they wanted, but felt guilty at what they had done. Not enough for punishment, but enough for them to feel like surrendering. This made Arthur cock an eyebrow in confusion.
"Lad, are you alright? Did they hurt you?" Arthur asked Alex, eyes trained on the 2P!s. Alex glanced down at the jacket covering his wound. Arthur hadn't noticed it yet, and Alex felt like repaying the favor, despite the men being the ones to hurt him.
"I'm fine. Nothing major, just a scrape or bruise from hitting the ground by dodging." Allan and Matt were surprised at Alex's defense of them, but didn't show it. Arthur took a glance at Alex and narrowed his eyes at the jacket.
"Then why is that b*****d's jacket tied around your middle?" Alex winced and held his wound tighter; Arthur forgot about the 2P!s completely to grab Alex, helping him stand in case he fell. Feeling sorry for the boy but seeing their chance, the North American 2P Twins fled.
"By the Queen..." Arthur whispered in shock after tearing the jacket away, seeing the knife wound. As he didn't have time to button up his shirt, Alex's bullet wound also showed.
"I-It's nothing, compared to what I've been through..." That increased Arthur's worry. So, despite Alex's protests, the Brit took the boy into his arms. He still had his strength from his pirate and empire days, after all.
"Arthur! Alex!" Hearing the voices of the others, Arthur headed back to them, hoping that it wasn't too late to save Alex's life. He may have insisted he was fine, but Arthur knew Alex was anything but. By the severity of the wound, Alex would bleed out before they got to the hospital if they didn't do something.
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