I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. AND NO I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS STORY (or shall we dance) it's just that happenstance requires less thinking to write out. Sorry this part is so short, it's basically the end of the italics. I felt that it should get its own chapter just because it kind of closes all the italics.
The blow never came. Ivan had promised Arthur death, but the blow never came. Instead, Arthur heard the clanging of metal hitting the wooden deck, possibly the sword Ivan had. The weight of Alfred's body was slowly lifted from him, and after much deliberation Arthur opened his eyes. Ivan was lying on the ground, arms spread out, and eyes wide.
And then Arthur stupidly asked, "What are you doing there."
Ivan sneered. "I am merely appreciating this lovely day. No, ask your friend why I'm on the ground."
And that's when Arthur noticed him. Prussia was kneeling on the ground next to the body of Alfred.
So that's what happened. Prussia used an immobilizing spell on Ivan. But when did he learn such a spell? But that was besides the point.
"Let's kill this treacherous bastard. Slowly, too." Arthur would get his revenge. He'd kill him a hundred times over, or he would just slowly shave off his skin till it reached the bone.
"No, wait. There's something I want to know from Ivan."
Prussia walked over Ivan and towered over him. To think that taking down a man who killed so many was just as simple as using an immobilizing spell. But that spell was thought to be long forgotten and the only way to know how to use it was to study it from one of the ancient magic books.
Which Prussia had.
"What makes you think I'd tell you anything?" Ivan asked.
Prussia laughed and then proceeded to sit on Ivan. "Because you can't do anything else. And because I know how to bring you your America."
"Fine." Ivan responded.
America. That name was being mentioned again. But just who was that person?
"How do you know America?" Prussia questioned. There was a long pause and the features of Ivan's face contorted as he thought hard.
"You are not the only one, nor the first one to travel between worlds. On the first of July, about a year ago, Kirkland was supposed to summon America." What did that mean? Arthur was supposed to summon not just Prussia, but whoever was America as well? And at some point in Ivan's life he had travelled to the parallel world?
"So you've been to my world." Prussia said in awe. "What year was it?"
"I believe it was around 2200."
Prussia let out a low whistle. Arthur knew why though. Prussia was from the year 2005, and Ivan apparently went to his future. But why?
"What would you be doing there?" Prussia asked.
"I was supposedly repaying a debt. The people of your world had said that they helped us before, and that we had promised to help them in return. I wasn't the only one there." Ivan gestured towards Arthur with his head. "He was there as well, along with many others that you know."
"Why. Why would we need your help." Prussia had leaned over and studied Ivan's face to see if he was lying.
Ivan sighed. "Your world had succeeded in creating cloning technology; however, it was your own downfall. At some point some of your kind were kidnapped and cloned, creating something almost invincible. Nothing from your world could defeat it. The only thing that could harm those clones was magic."
"And then what else? Did we win? Who were the bastards that kidnapped us?"
Ivan shook his head. "I can not tell you. The people of the future said I never did, and that I couldn't. " Then Ivan grinned stupidly. "Or maybe I just don't feel like telling you."
Prussia spat in disgust and stood up. "Let's go. Leave him. I don't feel like killing him."
"But-"
"No. It won't make a difference anyways if he dies or if he lives. Follow me."
Arthur scooped up Alfred's lifeless body and followed Prussia, side stepping around Ivan. Then Ivan started to laugh. He laughed maniacally. "Can you really bring me America? Can you really bring me my love?" He called out, in a sing song voice. Prussia ignored him and continued to walk.
And then Ivan sang, "Prussia, oh Prussia, such a sad fate ahead of you. Two hundred more years and you are gone, gone from your world. You become what you truly are. Nothing. At least you die before you see the brutal murder of Canada by his very own brother. At least you are gone before you see your own brother, Germany, break down into nothing because of your absence ."
Prussia halted, and there was a loud clap of thunder, followed by a bright light in the sky. Neither Prussia nor Arthur looked back. Neither had to. They knew that Ivan was dead.
"What will we do next?" Arthur asked.
Prussia grunted and coughed, speckles of blood flying everywhere. "You're going to rewind time."
It was late into the night, and the preparations were almost finally set. Their only source of light was the moon, which was brightly shining through the clouds. The pentagram was already drawn in the ground, and Arthur had finished making the potion. He handed the clear vial to Prussia.
"How did you know I could rewind time?" Arthur questioned, when really he already knew the answer. Prussia had probably foreseen it.
It was peculiar thing, rewinding time. That was because every time Arthur rewound time, he would forget everything that happened. He had been working for years on a potion to remedy that. The only reason why he knew that he could rewind time was when he found a note on his hand that he had written himself saying so. From then on, before Arthur rewound time, he would write in a journal he now carried around with him, recording the events of the day.
"Play me through the plan again." Arthur stated.
"You will rewind time back to the point where we first met. Your magic isn't strong enough yet, but mine is, so we can help each other. Sometime your magic will get strong enough that you'll be able to rewind time without forgetting everything, but that's a long ways away. After we rewind, instead of going to Alfred like before, we go straight to Gilbert. And after that everything will be breezy shit, so you don't need to worry about it." Or what Prussia meant to say was that Arthur won't really remember anything so there was no point in explaining it all.
Arthur stared at the make shift grave he had dug for Alfred.
"If we do this, will Alfred live?"
Prussia's back was turned to him, and there was no response.
"Will Alfred live?" Arthur repeated himself. He didn't care if he died, he didn't care if Ivan died, and to be honest, Alfred was more important to him then Prussia. If Alfred ends up dying again, Arthur found it meaningless to rewind time.
"No." Was Prussia's reply. A simple one worded answer. But Arthur knew that there was something Prussia was hiding from him. Something that Prussia thought would be better if Arthur didn't know.
Prussia inspected the clear vial with an intense glare.
"When will you give me the potion?" When will you let me remember everything again? Giving Prussia that small vial was like giving him all of his memories of Alfred. All of the love they shared.
"I'll give it to you when I give it to you, chill."
Now the moon fully shone on the pentagram, and Arthur knew that it was time. Time to start again. He followed Prussia who had stepped into the center of the pentagram. Arthur took one last glance at Alfred's grave, and then tore his gaze away and on to the black book he held in his hand. He started muttering the incantations and the pentagram began to glow around him. He felt himself getting sucked in, a tugging feeling in his stomach. His vision was slowly turning black, and everything was fading around him. Before he was completely knocked out of his senses, he felt Prussia close to him, whispering something into his ear.
"Sorry. If you want Alfred to live, you won't ever get your own happy ending."
And then Arthur blacked out.
REVIEW AND I WILL REPLY AND ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS. the next chapters will be the main story, im just contemplating if i should write what's going on with Matthew or Alfred. hmmmmmmmm
