Chapter Ten- With rests of my courage

Author's note-

Hey! This is Abigail Izumi here for you! Before you comes the chapter with the highest tension... I hope it will be interesting to you. The next chapters have some tension too... Hope you like it~

"Scheiße"

Prussia's eyes were wide open, so was his mouth; his dropped jaw gave a sense of surrender, which wasn't certainly the right mood for this tense atmosphere.

"Give up, Preußen. Give me Liechtenstein and I won't hurt you."

"I didn't want you here!"

"I said-"

"Bring me Elizabeta and I'll set her free."

"I am not throwing another woman in your hands!"- Vash exclaimed. "If you shall not give me her like this, I must get her by force!"- he unsheathed a Swiss knife that he had cleverly concealed in his pocket earlier that day, prepared to fight for his beloved schwester. "So? Are you giving me her or not?"

Gilbert scoffed. "I'd razer-"

He got interrupted by Vash's sudden attack. He responded, pushing Vash in the chest, as a result making him collapse on the ground. Vash maintained an uncomfortable position, leaning on his palms and soles, dropping his knife, which flew through the air and tumbled under Lili's feet. Using this, Gilbert pulled Vash up by his skirt and pushed back on the floor. The Swiss was panting. Sweat shone on his creased forehead from the heat off his outdoor clothes and the stress deep inside him, which caused him to tremble. He raised his head and looked up at Lili, who was sitting in a chair with a loosened string around her. Tears glistened in her aqua-coloured eyes, expressing her longing for her beloved adopted bruder.

The Prussian was approximately fifty centimetres above him, staring at him fearlessly, seeking lack of defence. Suprisingly, the Swiss kicked his opponent hard in the stomach which caused him to bend over in sudden pain. Taking control, he came closer, gripped the Prussian's shoulder with his left hand and pulled the Prussian's hair cruelly with his right hand.

"Give me...her..."- he panted.

A single tear streamed down Prussia's cheek, though his expression remained stiff; he bit his lower lip and avoided Switzerland's look. Switzerland let go of Prussia's hair in shock, grabbing Prussia's shoulders with both hands.

"Just...set her free!"

Prussia slipeed out of Switzerland's hold and leaned above him, pressing him with his body. He gritted his teeth with leftovers of courage. "Where is Ungarn? You know where she is, don't you?"

" I know where she is! Right here!"- a high-pitched scream sounded from the door.

Both young men, engaged in a very uncomfortable situation, turned their heads in despair towards the voice and slowly loosened their grips. Above them they saw the figure of Elizabeta, staring at them with hands on her hips.

"If you want me here, fight me! Vash has done absolutely nothing!"- she screamed.

Vash pleaded with rest of his breath, "No, you can't-"

Gilbert sneered, "You wouldn't be able to-"

"Do not underestimate me!" - In a fit of growing rage Hungary swished off her outer clothing and threw herself at Prussia at an angle, which, with aid of gravity, got him off Switzerland. Prussia and Hungary tumbled along the thin wooden floor, until they came to a halt at a wall.

Switzerland trembled in astonishment at the sudden change of situation. He realised he could seize the opportunity and picked himself off the floor, walking towards Liechtenstein, who also trembled, but for a different reason; fear.

The Swiss snatched the earlier dropped knife from beside his beloved Liechtensteiner girl's feet and rapidly cut through the string. They both sighed with relief. Lili stood up, barely holding herself on her wobbly legs, and hugged Vash tightly.

My Lili. My Lili. She's finally back with me. I must never be so careless again.

Lili began to weep. All the awful feelings she possessed that day: the tremendous fear about her life; the unavoidable panic when arriving to the strange cottage; the great shock at Gilbert's confession; have all come out and found their way in her tears.

"Bruder...", she whispered before trustfully digging her head in Vash's chest.

Vash, without warning, grabbed hold of her ankles with his right hand and her waist in his left hand and picked her up bridal-style, carrying her to the broken doorway. He turned around to Elizabeta, who was cruelly pulling and tearing at Gilbert's ragged clothes. Eliza nodded at Vash and quickly showed him a thumbs-up. Vash knew that she will manage and, with one last look at the fighting couple, left the cottage with Lili in his arms.

Language note:

Scheiße- German cursing

Preußen- Prussia (German)

Schwester- Sister (German)

Bruder- Brother (German)

Ungarn- Hungary (German)

(Tell me if I used German wrong- I don't speak it!)