Hey sorry it's a little late again. I lost inspiration and when I finally found it some brat sat next to me and critised everything after i was decent enough to tell him what I was planning, he did nothing but tell me over and over that I should make Romano kill himself because " everyone will be happy that he is gone", I ended up accidently stealing his money dragging him out into the garden by his leg and throwing his shoe in the padling pool... you try writting a story for 3 hours with someone like that next to you!
I know alot of people were disappointed I put in FrUk but I support both USUK and FRUK- I like vs even more- If you want USUK go read Fairies and Families because that has it...in this the bond between England and America is brotherly nothing more
Also this was Beta'd by my friend ms. kona because my normal beta has a virus on her comp. She helped me alot! 3 thank you my dear
There was a clash of guns and pain as the two parties collided furiously over the ever churned mud. It was pure hysteria as the meaningless war raged on causing nothing but despair and bloodshed.
"I don't want to do this…" The blond woman spoke tears in her eyes. "I don't want to fight these people…"
"We have our orders," the male responded, regret in his voice. "Бельгия (Belgium) we must press forward."He cocked his gun
"Ok brother…" She swallowed and shakily moved closer to him.
Russia had had enough of this so called new empire; The British Neo Empire was a splinter in his finger which, although he thought he could deal with now, needed to be removed as it was starting to infect.
It was causing all sorts of chaos; nations were being invaded and seized, beaten by a miserable cluster of forgotten lands, lands he wished he now owned. He hadn't expected the Italian to have a break down and cause wide spread rioting, but now thanks to the reformed Spain half of Italy was now independent and fighting against him. His violet eyes flashed in anger, he was prepared to drag back the rebellious nations… and he would punish them till they had no more thoughts of freedom and rebellion ever again. There was another problem he was facing. The resistance movement occurring in Germany at the time, they were fleas intermingling with the good little residents, the ones who did as they were told, the fleas were multiplying and he knew he had to squash them quickly. A thin, dagger sharp smile graced his lips as he wrote down the orders to make them personal. The rebellious East must be crushed.
"Come on girly," the flaming red head taunted, "or is all you're good for is chocolate making." She lunged forward and thrust her gun towards Belgium who let out a squeak; the clashing of another weapon caused the Irish girl to fall over herself. The Netherlands rushed forward after catching her by surprise. She growled and, grabbing her knee, swished it violently out in an arc shape catching his stomach and slicing cleaning through cloth and flesh, watching victoriously as the red slowly crept along the cloth. The man grasped the wound and shuddered wincing and biting his tongue to hold back any noise of pain refusing to give his enemy the satisfaction. Another pain ripped through his leg as the younger red head shot it, disabling his ability to charge. The boy was shaking uncontrollably with fear at the taller nation, he could not believe he had done that and yet the evidence was clear in the reddening mess. Belgium let out a scream and pointed her gun at the female
"You'll pay for hurting my brother!"
The sound split through the air, shattering it as the trigger was pulled
-Take Back the World-
Sealand wasn't sure what was happening. Sweden was holding him close and slowly moving him through the house. Every time he went to speak the stern nation clamped his hand over the mouth to silence the young male. It was when he heard the chattering downstairs that he knew what was wrong.
There were two voices, one he knew as Finland, the other, sweet covered and cut into the soul forcing a shiver out; Russia was visiting.
"Я слышал, что небольшая микро нации возглавлял этот способ несколько дней идут ..." (I heard that a small micro nation was headed this way a few days go ...)
He could hear the fear in Finland's voice as he tried to stay strong.
"что? Есть не микро стран здесь ..." (what? There is no micro countries here ...) he stuttered.
The voices were lowered as the conversation continued. The small nation huddled to the larger one suddenly afraid.
"... так Sealand является народ сейчас? Интересная ... это может оказаться полезным, чтобы убедить этого мальчика, чтобы дело мое" (... Sealand as a nation now? Interesting ... it may be useful to persuade the boy to my cause)
"ШВЕЦИЯ бежать!" (SWEDEN run!)
Next thing Sealand knew they were jumping from the second story window.
Suddenly they were sprinting, the dark presence pricked at the hairs on the back of their necks, the looming aura of death and destruction clipping at their heels. The Russian was chasing them. Sweden swallowed hard, gritting his teeth and trying to keep his mind from his wife who he had had to leave behind. When they hit the ocean, the tall nation stopped and looked around in a panic. He could practically hear the Russian chuckling at the trapped rats. Spying a boat he lowered the small frightened child in and, smiling a little, petted his head and kissed his cheek.
"Посмотрите друг за другом" (Look after each other) he spoke and placed a bag on Sealand's lap, the boy holding back tears as the boat slowly began to pull away. He watched as the tall nation shrunk on the horizon. As they began to fall from view, he saw the Russian had finally caught up, a look of annoyance and death in his eyes, a blood stained pipe in his hand.
Sealand gripped the bag on his lap, tears soaking the fabric when a yelp snapped him into reality and a small fluffy white dog's head popped out licking at the tears that fell.
-Take Back the World-
France was on the move as well, boarding boats with his soldiers he prepared to sail to help his friend. England hearing of his plan ran after him onto the dock panting hard as he coiled over exhausted
"FROG!" he yelled cursing his timing as the boats sailed away. "You bloody git, get back here!"
"Sorry mon lapin…" France whispered watching from the ship "I have to go…"
It was the German's turn to face chaos, pushed into breaking point, the rebels and the supporters took to the streets in a blaze of guns and fire. Germany rushed through a nameless street as a bomb exploded somewhere to the right of him, throwing him into a concrete wall which crumbled onto him. Growling he picked himself up, racked with wounds he continued on looking for the red eyed rebel.
"In coming!" was the only warning he got as he had to dodge a sword wielding albino diving from above. "Found you!" he laughed lunging at the blond who dodged and punched the man in the face. He growled and brought the blade up to the man's neck. "Don't have to fight me you know…"
"I have to…I have orders…" He gripped the gun.
"You don't have to do anything! What reason could you possibly have to obey that idiot!"
Growling he swung the gun and bashed the rapier out the way.
"I won't leave him alone!" he yelled charging.
The scene of war was frightening. Many families had fled in fear and the streets lay empty. Feet pounding the broken concrete and cobble, the blond sea fort kept his eyes to the floor as he thundered through the chaos, Hanatamago at his heel, as they traversed Germany. After the boat had landed, Sealand was so overtaken in terror at the destruction of the land, his feet moved on their own- all he had to do was get to France but every time he was on the right path, it blew up or had a tank in it or riots. So he just kept running south trying to find a way west. The troops never seemed to notice the small lad as he continued on his trek through the blaze.
The personifications were locked in a deadly dance as they tore at each other's bodies. The East's fire was not extinguished as each injury his sustained did not affect the damage he inflicted with his blows. However the younger of the two, was a little smarter. Bring a boot up to the albino's chest; he threw his weight into the kick to knock his brother to the ground, pushing down on the others chest.
"You have lost, sorry…but I have to do this…" he raised his gun, panting, finger edging on the trigger.
The red eyes narrowed "I go down proud"
The gun shot rang out. Sealand felt his heart sink so much, he never looked where he was going and soon he was tumbling. When the world stopped spinning, he was staring at the ceiling. It felt different here, so he was no longer in Germany. The boy just wanted rest. The dog barked at the approach of another and when Sealand looked up, a young girl in a pink dress was smiling at him.
Germany hit the ground hard, East let out a scream…a manly scream… but that is beside the point. The French man reloaded his gun
"You shot my bruder!" The albino yelled
"With a bean bag." France laughed, "He's just a little winded." Calming down and straightening up, the Albino turned to his brother as the man sat up.
"West… I refuse to do this anymore… Germany should not tear itself up like this…"
France knew the meaning behind these words "Mon ami… I will support you…"
Prussia nodded pulling something from inside his jacket "I have had this for centuries…"
"What are you doing?" Germany asked coughing
"The people of East Germany have spoken…." He spat refusing any Russian words to part his lips. Branding the familiar black and white, he smirked.
"Arising like the awesome phoenix I am! We are now New Prussia!"
"There is already a city called New Prussia in Canada," France laughed. Prussia glared at him as he back away from the gaze "We can find another name don't worry."
"You think I will allow this?" Germany groaned as the troops were approaching the area. France growled.
"Prussia…mon ami… I think it's time we took our leave."
"ja… But don't worry west! I will return for you little brother!"
-Take Back The World-
Ireland let out a shout and she moved forward, grasping the wound that poured blood from the small nation's chest.
Netherlands turned and saw his sister drop her gun, frozen to the spot. Limping over he looked back.
"Let's go…retreat for today." He slowly dragged her away as tears fell down her face.
In her mind, she had not just hit a nation in the chest with a bullet, she just hit a little boy…and he was bleeding too much.
The pleading cries of his sister, rippled through the air like a wave.
-Take Back The World-
"So you went to Germany…to liberate him?" England asked sipping his tea eyeing the Albino who was smiling like an idiot sat proudly on the man's sofa. "And his name is what now?"
"My awesome name is!" he yelled flying his union jack marked flag "New New Prussia because Canada already has a place called New Prussia!"
France laughed and England groaned
"Can we call you Prussia for short?"
"I will allow it!" Prussia laughed and walked away. "Now show me to food! The awesome me demands feeding!"
So there we have it...I know alot of you thought it was switzerland and liechenstein but...they don't have a border with France so they couldn't have been there...they are about to appear and people might hate me for what I am going to do.