Chapter 10
30 minutes ago...
"Yes! I made the reversible pills into potion!" Romania exclaimed with delight, raising the flask triumphantly. Norway nodded in satisfaction and brought out the things that Romania asked him to find.
"I also found few syringes in the cabinet." Norway said.
"Three syringes, huh. Do you think it's enough?" Romania asked, placing the flask on the desk. Norway shrugged his shoulders and replied. "I think so. But I think it will be challenging for us to inject him the reversible potion. England is not an idiot. He has more knowledge than us when it comes to magic."
Romania gulped, feeling the pressure and seriousness they should take when they'll face England. "We have to hurry. We don't know what's happening in the meeting room." Norway remarked. "We wasted almost 2 hours making this reversible potion."
Romania quickly worked on in filling the syringe with potion, careful enough not to waste even a single drop of it. "By the way, where is their meeting place?" Romania asked while filling the second syringe. Norway was scrutinizing England's study desk, searching for any clue that could bring them to the specific place where the meeting is held. He then pulled the first drawer and saw a one week planner being kempt. He immediately took it out and flipped the pages until he reached the current date which soon made him to smirk.
"Did you find it?" Romania asked, now placing the syringes in a navy pouch for safety. Norway nodded. "The meeting is held at One Whitehall Place, Westminster, London."
"Westminster? That's around 30-40 minutes from here" Romania said as he estimates the time with his watch. " Then we just need to teleport going there. We don't know what's happening and we can't be sure if everyone is safe." Norway said while getting his phone to search in Google the location of the meeting place. Romania agreed to what Norway has remarked. He can't determine if the G8 countries escaped unhurt from England. He then remembered the torture that England did to him few hours ago which made him to nauseate again as he grope for his stomach, where England played as a surgery.
"Yeah, you're right. I feel something terrible is already happening." Romania said, his face growing solemn. "You feel that too? I, too, feel the same." Norway replied. "There, this is the One Whitehall Place." Romania studied the place and the picture of the location. Few minutes later, he averted his eyes from Norway's phone and nodded. "I'm ready"
Norway kept his phone in his pocket then buttoned his sleeves. "Let's go" then both of them muttered their magic chant in their own archaic language and soon disappeared from the room.
Norway opened his eyes slowly and turned his head from side to side; scrutinizing the new environment he's standing on. He did a sigh of relief that he was able to transport himself where there are only few people passing by the hall and most of them were having their attention in different things, making him unnoticed when he suddenly appeared in the area.
He then gaze back and saw Romania, doing the same thing as his. Few moments later, the wizard duo twitched then whipped their heads in left side of the hall. The two glanced to each other and nodded, knowing that both of them had sensed a dark magic from that direction. The countries then sprinted towards that direction, entering the hall with ease, and soon arrived to the place where they believe that the G8 countries are gathered.
"Romania, can you feel that?" Norway prompted as he stepped forward to reach out for door lever. Romania 'hmm' in answered and placed his hand on his waist. "There are magic all over this place, especially from this room."
The moment when Norway tried to grab the lever, there was a sudden electric spark between his hand and the metal. The Norwegian immediately retracted his hand and rubbed it. "As expected, another barrier magic."
"What shall we do? It will take us time to solve his barrier runes." Romania inquired and held his chin with his gloved fingers. If only we could destroy this door, it will be easie- when Romania was thinking for an idea to destroy the barrier without any damages to the door; he was surprised that his partner was already creating a ball of magic, ready to strike the door. "What?! Wait, are you serious?! You might also destroy the door!" Romania exclaimed, bewildered.
Norway arched his eyebrow. "We got no choice, isn't it? It is the only fastest way to destroy the barrier." Then he threw his hand forward, striking the magic straight to the door while Romania gaped as his eyes widened in awe for he didn't knew the Norway had an aggressive side. The moment it hits the barrier, there were runes appeared in purple color, reacting to Norway's magic. The barrier was able to bare the attack for few minutes but when Norway got annoyed for the shield being persistent, he then increased his power, making the double of his magic.
Couldn't bare the pressure, the barrier started to fill with cracks and soon shattered in complete debris while the magic strike continued to fly forward, destroying the door until it reached the furthermost wall of the room. Romania immediately made a deceive barrier around them and to the room so that the people and staffs dwelling around this area won't hear the loud crashing noises and won't be able to see the actual state of the room, which is completely devastated.
Thick smoke and haze were seen in front of them. Romania was left agape while Norway panted a little, got exhausted using his magic. He wiped his sweat with his sleeves and started walking inside. Romania, getting back to his senses, followed after him. " Hey, I think this was unnecessary." Romania said, still feeling guilty for destroying the property that belongs to England.
"But we have no choice." Norway replied and this was the only method he was able to come up with. He didn't want to waste him time again in solving the runes which is far more exhausting than the magic he used a moment ago.
Back to present
England stared at the two wizards who entered the room like the late hero came for a rescue. He cocked his head and gave his wide grin. "I didn't think that you would recover from the injury I gave it to you, Romania, and I'm sure I cast a barrier around you so that you will not escape."
Then England glanced towards the Norwegian. "But it seems like I miscalculated something. Norway saved you."
Romania's expression grew solemn as he gulped but managed to give his cocky grin. "I was lucky for calling him before I went up to aid you. He gave his great effort to save me." Moments later, the haze disappeared from the room, making the entire room visible like a clear panorama.
Norway and Romania's eyes dilates in surprise and gasped in horror as soon as they saw the lying and injured countries are all over the room, blood stains their faces and clothes, smudges of red were painted in different corners and parts of the walls, floors, and furniture, tables and chairs were magnificently destroyed, and also they just noticed the big chandelier was shattered in thousands debris, not knowing that they were the one who destroyed it.
"Oh. My. God!" Romania exclaimed as he scrutinized every country present in the room. Norway whipped his head to England and scowl. "Are you out of your mind? You were trying to kill your closest friends!"
England chuckled and replied. "That's why I'm killing them so that they will never ever leave me." That enigmatic sentence arched Norway's eyebrow in wonder. "And since you came and appear in front of me, you will also be my toy for my enjoyment!" England exclaimed and soon, without split seconds, he had brought out his wand once again, illuminated, then struck the light straight to Norway and Romania attempting to hurt them.
The two gasped but Norway immediately returned his composure and stretched his hands forward then casts his magic power to repulse the attack simultaneously shoving his companion away from him, attempting to protect him. Romania was surprised by the sudden push of his friend but soon realize what he meant, he sprinted to the place where his other fellow countries are. Soon, the room became the battlefield between the two wizards.
The countries watched them in awe and bemusement. They couldn't relate themselves to their conversation earlier. And what's more surprising was, they were witnessing the magic fights of the two nations that they sometimes thought stupid or something for they couldn't see any figure or person that England and Norway were talking to, and the magic they sometimes shared to each other. They felt like watching Harry Potter movie.
"Guys, are you- no, I think you are not alright!" Romania came panting and knelt before the group where Japan and others are. He then jerked when he saw kid Russia staring at him in daze. "Oh my god! What happened to you, Russia!" Romania exclaimed and stretched Russia's marshmallow cheeks. He then gazed to Japan and saw his injured flank, then to China, who was lying unconscious beside Japan. Soon, France and Germany came while carrying the two North American brothers by placing their arms around their sturdy shoulders to help them walk.
"What h-happened to them?" Romania stammered in inquiry. America, who was barely maintaining his consciousness, replied. "E-England stabbed our b-backs" he wheezed. "He tried to kill us all by dropping the chandelier that you guys destroyed." Germany explained as he was already starting to do first aid with France to aid the two young countries.
"What?!" Romania can't stop getting surprise again and again. He let his hand run through his brown hair, messing it up and sighed in deep exhaustion. France, after finishing in aiding Canada and let him lay on the floor to rest, he asked. "Romania, it seems like you were the first victim of England" that remark stiffened the Romanian. "I suppose you know something about him that we don't know"
Romania averted his eyes for few moments as he rubbed his behind neck awkwardly. "Umm, well..." They arched their eyebrows, eager to know what the Romanian would say. "About that, let me explain it to you guys after we managed to bring England back to his normal state."
"Why can't you explain it now?" Russia demanded with his higher voice. "I wonder what are you hiding from us, Romania" that chilling statement stiffened the Romanian, making him to feel his cold sweat. " I said I will tell you guys later, ok. Please let me through about this topic for now. I promise I will explain it to you every details of it." Romania pleaded.
The countries that are conscious gave one another a look then nodded. "Fine, we'll listen to your story later but how are we supposed to return England to his normal state?" Germany asked, demanding for answers. "We tried everything we can in order to catch him."
"Well, we caught him twice but he deceived us then he's free again." France followed. "And the results are these" he said as he gestured his hand outward, showing the deplorable state of the countries. Romania cursed himself under his breath then sighed. "I have this" he then showed three syringes, each between his fingers. "This is a reversible potion, a potion that will definitely bring him back"
The countries stared and scrutinized the substance inside the syringes. It was a navy blue color, where its typical to see at the deep ocean. It was beautiful but their doubt about its usage and effect won't stop them from giving their skeptic look. Romania sighed. "I know that you guys do not believe in magic but please, help us to inject England with this potion. We only have three chances to do that or else it will take time for us to make another antidote which might cause more problems and victims will increase if we won't stop him here in this meeting room." He said and handed out the syringes to the dazzled countries.
They exchange glances but complied and got the syringe. "I could somehow guess why England ended up like that." Germany mumbled while scrutinizing the object. "So any plans on how should we capture England?"
Romania stiffened a moment and did an uneasy smirk. "Well, we don't have one." The countries gave him a surprise look. "We were busy in our thoughts worrying about you guys, and we also spend a lot of time making this reversible potion. We were also rushing so we didn't have time to make a plan." Romania explained. "Anyway, let's just-"
Suddenly there was a loud crash from their backs followed by the clattering noises of falling frames and debris from the cracks of the walls as there were large amount of dusts emitted from the crash. From that area, England popped out, standing up as he dusted his clothes. "As expected from Norway, you're magic is beautiful and powerful." England remarked and grinned, showing his malice gaze which makes his azuline irises to illuminate in an eerie manner. "I want your magic powers and watch you suffering being drained."
Norway, still in his usual mien, just stared at him and huffed. " I won't give you my powers and of course I won't let you harm other countries. I will stop you here." He then raised his hand, illuminating with his icy blue swirls appeared in his palm. England smirked and shrugged his shoulders. " Haha, that won't happen. You are my toys anyway." He then raised his wand then struck Norway with an invisible magical force. The shining magic repelled each other and disappeared in the thin air faster than the previous fights. From that point, the two noticed that both of them were exhausted for they continuously used their magic for almost the whole time in their magic battle.
England and Norway cursed under their breath and decided not to use their magic for a while. "By the way" England started to walk towards Norway as he drew out his knife from his vest. " If I remembered correctly, you have a brother right? I think it was Iceland." He drawled giving his diabolic grin. That statement darkened the expression of Norway and twitched his eyebrow in miff. "So?" He prompted coldly.
England chuckled as he drew out his second blade. "Pardon, I was just wondering if it would be fun playing with him after I finish my business here." Then stopped only a meter away from Norway, making the other alert.
Norway was nerved by England's statement. He won't allow anyone to hurt his brother, especially from this psychopath. "May I get your heart so that I will use that as my present when I'll meet Iceland?" England asked, smiling eerily as his chilling voice made Norway to feel a wave of goosebumps. The Norwegian sighed, trying to calm himself down.
"You're crooked, England" Norway commented. England cocked his head and replied. "Everyone is, bonkers."
"ENGLAND!" A sudden shout from their sides jerked the two simultaneously whipping their heads toward that direction. Their eyes dilated when they saw the injured countries were now standing on their feet, like nothing happened to them few hours ago.
America's big cocky grin was plastered on his face as his hands were on his waist. Germany and Japan were on his side, Italy behind his best friends, while France posing graciously beside the group. England eyes dilate even more, thrills and excitements surged inside him. "They're back!" England exclaimed with happiness as he sprinted to their place, forgetting his fight between Norway.
" Hahahaha, England, since we are fully recovered, we will definitely return you back!" America exclaimed. England stopped and smirked. "What are you saying, I am England. You don't need to return me back to that weakling." He said. "He's weak, useless, and he doesn't loves you, but I am now here, there's no weak England, only me!" He shouted.
"Oh yeah? Then look at this!" America said as he extended his hands forward, showing the syringe to the other. "This potion will return to your original state so give up!" Then gave his beam. His companions gaped when America showed the syringe that was supposed to be a secret. Germany immediately hit the younger to his head. "You are fool, America" he scowled. France and Japan just sighed.
England stiffened for a moment. He doesn't know why but he felt...afraid. Return me to the original state? That means I will go back there again? Thinking about it just made him to shudder. His wobbling feet started to back away as he embraced himself, trying to calm himself.
The countries sensed his perturbation, quite recoiled with England's reaction. "E-England?" America inquired, concerned. "Don't mess up with me..." England mumbled his head downward. "I-I will never ever go back to that place again!" He shouted as he dropped his knife on the ground and grabbed his head with his freckled hands. " I-I don't want to go back there. It's cold, it's dark, there's nothing there-"
The countries gave one another a quizzical look. "Just like what Canada said, it seems like there's something about that dark place" Germany whispered to his companion. "This is our chance" They nodded albeit feeling guilt for making the other in pain, they sprinted towards England.
Norway was still standing at the same spot, wondering how these guys recovered so quickly. When he glanced behind them, he saw Romania was panting hard as his knees were completely on the floor while Canada was kneeling beside him, looking worried.
Analyzing the situation, the Norwegian learned that Romania gave them a temporary recovery, estimating that would probably last for 15 minutes. He then dashed for his aid.
England jerked in surprise when he saw America, Germany, France and Japan were heading his way to capture him and inject the potion into his body. He fumbled for his knife and raised it forward, still dread and paleness was visible from his face. Quivers were recognizable and tears were threatening to fall anytime. "W-why a-re you guys trying to return me b-back to the p-place again? Y-you guys don't understand how lonely to be in that dark place" he quivered, his voice full of fright and sorrow.