Horrid things...

Horrid dreams...

I tried to push away...

A shril scream...

A pitiful wail...

The pain...

The blood...

Those violet eyes...

My savior...

Voices...

Loud...

Soft...

"Don't let him get like me..."

Then a blue eyed child...

Blonde locks...

Now a man...

Dressed in a tuxedo...

A harmless smile...

Reaching out...

In his hand lay a small heart...

I reached for it...

He smirked slyly...

And crushed it in his fist...

Pain in my chest...

I dropped to the floor...

Looking up...

He walked away...

Leaving me here...

With no one...

Then, the sobs of a violet-eyed angel...

Black wings torn...

Body littered with scars...

Feathers all about...

They seemed to melt...

Forming a line...

It raised itself, opening what seemed to be a hood...

An ebony cobra...

I smile and gently pet it...

It hisses in response...

I hold up a wounded wrist...

Then I wait for death...

Screaming, England sat upright in bed. Not exactly a nightmere... but not exactly a pleasent dream either... He looked around the dark room and waited for France to come running, which he didn't. This surprized the britian and he pushed the covers off himself, getting to his feet. Breathing heavy and slightly sore, he tip-toed to the door of his room. Hand on the doorknob, he quietly opened it and stepped into the hall. No wonder France didn't come running. This was Arthur's house. He'd probably picked him up from Russia's and dropped him off here. But why wouldn't he stick around to watch over him? Where had he gone?

Arthur walked down the hallway, breathing back to normal, and decended the stairs, flicking the light switch. No one. He began to grow frustrated and he entered the kitchen, where a slightly pink stain remained from his first discovered cutting incident. Still no one. Now he was a little pissed. He'd cut recently, just gotten raped not to long ago and even more memories of Alfred were in his mind and France wasn't to be seen. Not that he liked the attention, but he'd kind of gotten into the routine of waking to France watching over him and making sure he didn't do anything stupid. He walked into the living room and flicked on the light. There he heard gentle breathing...

England looked over at the couch to find a slumbering Russia. France must've gone out to do something and left Ivan to watch over him then... No wonder he was no where in sight. Of course, said choice of watcher wasn't too bright. The russian was known to be a very heavy sleeper and Arthur's scream wouldn't have stirred him had it been right in his ear.

The britian sat on the edge of the couch, toying a bit with Russia's scarf, before the other nation began to awaken. "Mmmm..." Ivan groaned, rubbing his eyes. "When the fuck did it get so bright..." He looked up at England with half open eyes. "Oh... hi..." Ivan yawned, stretching a bit. Arthur stood just so the russian could stretch his legs to full length. He moaned a bit with grogginess and slowly but surely sat up, giving England room to sit.

And sit he did. The britian plunked down beside Russia, whom was still half asleep. "Mmmm... Good Mornin' you..." Ivan mummbled, ruffling Arthur's hair a bit. England glanced at the clock, which read 1:51am. "Why'd you wake up so early... D'you get a nightmere 'r somethin'..." the russian seemed to ask, his words slurring with grogginess. The britian nodded, skooching closer to Russia. "Mmmm... What happened..." he asked, putting an arm around the blonde. England looked up at Ivan and slightly sighed. He then noticed that the russian just so happened to be blocking one of his favorite paintings. A painting of a raven, with it's wings spread wide.

Arthur's eyes went wide, as if he'd had an epiphiny. "Ivan, stay right there." he demanded, skooching back a bit to get a better view. Russia gave the britian a questioning glance. "Turn a bit to the right." That he did. Ivan faced forward, still wondering what had gotten into Arthur. Russia's body blocked the body of the raven, making it look like he had black wings. Black, torn wings, to be specific...

The next day, the britian was taking a stroll through China Town. Wang Yao was no where to be seen, surprizingly, but there was still a lot of excitment. Crowded streets. Barking salesmen. Shoving costumers. Rapid chinese coming from all directions. You name it. Arthur then got to a large, stationary crowd. The strangest thing was that they were dead silent. He gently moved through to find a group of snake charmers. One charmer looked awfuly familiar...

There was China, locked in what seemed to be a dance with a cobra. A ebony cobra of all things. A look of extreme focus on his face, the asian circled the serpent, whom had raised itself an astonishing 5 feet in the air. England thought he saw Wang's lips moving slightly, as if he were whispering to it. Jus then, the snake relaxed and began to sink to the ground, it's hood retracting. Wang Yao stood deathly still as the serpent slowly winded up his leg and onto his shoulder. Head hanging in the air, the snake looked the asian straight in the eyes, tounge flicking his still lips. Anyone in their right mind would've screamed in ran at that moment, but China just smiled and kissed the cobra on it's head. He then bowed and the crowd cheered, tossing coins of currency into the small snake bag that was laid open before him.

The crowd started to clear away, but the britian remained. He himself had been the one charmed by none other than the snake. The same ebony serpent that had appeared in his dream. China was about to put the large serpent in a much larger bag rather than the small one containing the money when he noticed England. "Igirisu!" he exclaimed, pulling Arthur into a hug. "How've you be-" China stopped himself, remembering about what had happened to the poor britian recently. "D-Don't answer that..." he said, the cobra still curled around his shoulders. England smiled slightly. "It's alright... I see word of it has passed around quickly..." he slightly laughed. Wang's expression slightly brightened. "Yeah... America told me."

" Speaking of Alfred, I heard you two aren't... well..." The asian struggled to find words and resorted to hand motions. "Getting along? Well... I guess you could put it like that... But having France around almost twenty-four seven, I forget him easily... Even when I want to remember him..." China's expression slightly fell. "Then Francis has been doing exactly what I expected." He placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "As you know, America's probably not going to disappear anytime soon, so you can't possibly forget him and hope to never see him again. But, with what's been happening, I think forgeting him for the meantime will be the best solution for whatever problems you may be having..." Wang Yao slightly sighed at the britian confused expression. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...

If you want to have a better life, not constantly interupted by nightmeres and reminders, then you must abandon all memories of him..."

Only five hours later, Arthur had found out where China kept the ebony cobra. A special shed on his property. A twelve by eight feet shed containing only one snake. Locked. Protected by the creature it contained, which roamed free inside. No cages. No glass. Only a true idiot would venture withen. And here was England, hand on the doorknob, unlocking it. He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. Flicking a light switch, the shed was filled with brightness. And there was the snake, curled into a ball. The inside of the shed was like a mini ecosystem. Plants. Running water. Rocks. Wang must treasure this creature.

The britian ventured toward the creature, like a curious child. In response, the serpent rose to it's famous 5 feet height, hood fullly extended. Arthur stepped closer, his wounded hand reaching out against ihs will. Gently, he pet the cobra, which sent the creature into a series of violent hissing. As if programed to do so, England peeled off the gauze covering his wound and held it out to the great ebony cobra, just like in his dream. His eyes closed and he waited for death...

But it felt something opened his eyes to find the snake flicking his wound with it's tounge, as if to kiss it better. The serpent looked up at him with onyx eyes, no longer hissing, as if to say, 'Don't worry, I won't bite.' Tears slightly pricked in his eyes, but England wiped them away quickly and planted a small kiss on the snake's head, like China had done. "Thank you." he whispered to the creature, returning the gauze to his wrist. The creature relaxed and began to curl around his leg. The britian stood deathly still as the ebony cobra slithered up his body and curled around his shoudlers. "I see you've made friends with Pinganse..."

The voice made Arthur almost leap out of his skin, whipping around to find China standing at the threshold. He expected a sour face and a rant of how he'd been caught red handed, but instead saw a sweet smile. "I noticed how interested you were in her today, thus I thought you might come here to see her. I didn't expect her to take such interest in you, however." Wang stepped closer to the two, petting the serpent. "You like Arthur, don't you, Ping?" the asian seemed to chirp to the cobra. Wang grinned as Pinganse gave him snakey kisses on his cheek. The scene seemed so perfect. So serene...

So peaceful...

The two nations, whom were chatting away about the cobra, walked back to England's house, the streets barren and lit by lanterns. Out of nowhere, a gang of five emerged behind them. China glanced at them suspiciously and began to walk faster. Arthur, however, caught a glimpse of them and stopped dead. It was the same gang of five. The same exact frenchies. Wang grabbed him and pulled him forward, ready to break into a run. That's when the tall one spoke.

"Hey look! It's the britian again! I missed you!" His voice floated down the street, causing Arthur to shiver. "How about you and your friend come over here and we can have some fun again!" China gritted his teeth. "I heard asians can be little sluts..." That totally pushed him off the edge. Wang whipped around, shooting a terrifying expression at the tall one. "How about you fuck off, pervert!" The tall one's expressions could be seen now, unlike the first time England had seen him. Auburn bangs fell in his face, almost as long as he was tall. Piercing hazel eyes locked onto the two nations and a sly smirk spread across his broad face. Milky skin was covered by only jeans and a black tee shirt and black Nikes enveloped his feet.

"Fiesty, huh?" He pushed his glistening bangs behind his ears and walked closer. Arthur tugged on Wangs sleeve, as if begging him to go, but the asian stood his ground. "Say that with my fist in your face, I dare you!" Sure enough, China's hands balled into fists, his knuckles going white. The tall one simply smiled and looked over at England. "Could you do me a favor and tell your little friend to shut up, britian?" Wang stepped in front of England, blocking the french's view. "Lay a hand on him and I'll fuckin' kill you..." he growled. The Frenchman stood a mere 5 inches from the asian and grabbed his wrist. "Stop being so pissy and come have some fu-" SLAP.

China smacked the tall one across the face and wrenched out of his grip, stepping back. "England. Run." he commadned. Arthur stayed frozen. until the asian whipped around, snapping at him. "I said run!" The britian slowly stepped back and then turned, racing down the street. The tall one regained his balance and looked down at Wang, a scowl on his face. "That has to be the worst move you've ever made in your life..." He grabbed a chunk of the asian's hair, forcing him to the ground, and held tight. China yelped a bit with shock and pitifully clawed at the man's hand. The tall one then turned to his buddies. "What shall we do to this one?" The group chuckled. Wang knew it would turn out like this, but as long as Arthur was safe...

England stopped in an alley, whipping out his cellphone and dialing a series of numbers. It seemed forever til the person picked up. "Ohayo gozaimasu, you've reached Kiku's home phone. I'm sorry to say that I'm not here right now, please leave a message..." Arthur swore under his breath at the answering machiene. "Japan, please pick up... It's an emerga-" The phone was picked up.

"England? What's wrong?"

"Those guys from the fiasco after the meeting... they're back and they've got China!" Arthur looked around to make sure no one could hear him. He could hear a whisper of 'Oh my god..' from the other line and the shuffling of feet.

"Alright, hold on. Lemme get ready..." The sound of metal against metal.

"What the fuck are you getting?"

"My katana, what else?"

"YOU'RE BRINGING YOUR KATANA."

"Just incase they get violent." The sound of a door being wrenched open. Rapid footsteps. Jingling keys. A revving engine.

"Listen, Kiku. I don't mean to bother you from anything-"

"I'm glad you called!"

"-but it was either you or... or..." England bit his lip.

"Who?"

"It was either you or America..." Silence from the other line, just the sound of a car barreling down the street.

"Well, thanks for picking me. I'm pretty America wouldn't be breaking the speed limit if it weren't his brother's life on the line. Anyway, don't hang up, I wanna make sure they don't get you while I'm driving." More car noises. A siren. "AW FUCK!" The sound of swears emittnating from Japan's mouth seemed strange to the britian.

"What's wrong?"

"Fucking cops! I hope they didn't see me..." England held his breath. "Alright, nevermind. It was some other dipshit speeding."

The sounds of distant screaming floated down the street and Arthur cringed. "Just get here quickly."

"What the fuck was that in the backround..?"

"N-Nothing..."

"It sounds like China..."

More screaming. Profanities, insults and demands to stop. "Y-Yeah, it is..." There was silence on the line. The sound of gritting teeth. "You know where I am right?"

"Y-Yeah, my phone can track your signal..." Kiku's voice was straining against rage, threatening to break. Just then, a blue Nissan pulled up outside the alley and Kiku hung up. The door to the car swung open and Japan sat in the driver's seat. "Get in." he called out, gripping the steering wheel tight. England ran down the alley and hopped in the car, shutting the door behind him. He practaclly shivered in the passengers seat as the shorter nation stomped on the gas petal. Rage flickered in his eyes as the screams got louder and louder. The car skreached to a halt when the screams grew the loudest.

Kiku practacly threw the door open and leapt out of the car, katana tied to his belt. He pulled out the blade, looking around for the gang. "Oh look! Another slut!" The tall one stepped out from a dark alley, dragging a beaten China with him. The rest of the gang followed, cheering as they saw Japan and making sexually harrassing statements. The shortest nation growled under his breath and Wang looked up at him, shocked. The Frenchman chuckled a bit and stepped forward, pulling China to his feet. "Come to rescue him? How heroic..." Kiku rushed forward, knocking the man to the ground, and pointing his blade at the man's neck. Wang, whom was wrenched from the tall one's grip, stood and ran to the car, where Arthur shook with fear.

Blood dripping from a cut on his forehead, China tried to calm the shaking britian. "It's alright, I'm fine." He turned, looking in Japan's direction. "BROTHER! LET'S GO!" The shorter asian didn't turn nor did he move. Breathing heavy, he gently sliced the Frenchman's neck a bit. Not enough to kill, just enough to bleed. "BROTHER!" Japan still didn't move. "BRO-" "JUST WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE!!" Wang froze at the anger in Kiku's voice, shocked at how enraged he was. The otaku boy glared down at his soon to be victem, a low growl in his throat. "I swear on China's life that if you fuck with me or any of us again, I will personally hunt you down and fucking kill you. Got that?" The tall one nodded slightly and Japan turned, rushing to the car...

Back at France's house, the blue-eyed European was fussing over England. The drama had left Arthur speachless and he hadn't talked for a while. Perhaps the memories of the night of the meeting, paired with the things from his dream, had finnaly fried his mind. France sat beside him on the couch, pulling him into a hug, once he was sure he was physically ok. There was silence... "China's alright, if that's why you're so quiet... They didn't hurt him thta bad... Just a few cuts..." Francis assured him. But Arthur still quivered, tears pricking in his eyes. "It's not your fault..." Still, no answer.

The Frenchman held him close, kissing his forehead as usual. This time, he kissed lower. Cheeks. Temples. Nose. Their lips brushed together for a brief second and England slightly drew back. France looked away. "S-Sorry..." he whispered. Arthur, however, cuddled up against him instead of keeping away. He looked up into those blue eyes, smiling. "It's alright." he whispered, laying his head down upon Francis's shoulder. France ran his hand through the other naiton's hair, returning to kissing his forehead. "Hey Fra-" England brought his head up just as the other nation brought his lips down, causing them to kiss. The moment never seemed to end, both their eyes wide with shock, but they broke apart sooner or later. Green eyes met blue. Both closed and the met with another kiss. And another...

And another...

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Author's Notes:

First thing, LONG CHAPTER IS LONG.

XD I spent all day on this fuckin' thing!!! It even contains hawt ChinaxJapan lovey time where Japan gets all protective and shiz! Btw, I'm now listening to Vi Sitter I Ventrilo Och Spelar DotA by Basshunter...

I hope you all like Sleepy!Russia, Traumatized!England, Protective!China, FuckingPissed!Japan and Lovaable!France. Next comes Asshole!America.

Again, another chapter containing research. Pinganse means in Chinese (literal translation) Peaceful Serpent. Ping An is peaceful and Se is serpent.

R&R PLZPLZPLZPLZPZLZPLZ I'LL GIVE YOU ALL A COOKIE! And maybe more smexy smexy FrUK in the next chapter...