The group stared at the door.
"We have to go back." She muttered.
"But Spain is there! Can't we just make this door take us to the next idiot we save?"
Skylar nodded. "It's worth a try. Who's next?"
"How about Japan?" America asked, while bouncing. He'd been cooped up on this place too long.
"Canada." France replied firmly.
America turned to look at France. "Who?"
France glared at America for a second and Skylar reached down and pinched America's cheek... body, whatever, hard.
"Ow! What was that for?"
She frowned. "Canada. Your brother? The guy who lives above you? Matthew?" She always hated that running joke and wasn't about to put up with that crap right now.
America blinked. "Oh. Oh! Yeah! Let's get Canada!"
She rolled her eyes then took a deep breath and focused her thoughts on Canada.
She opened the door-
It was the hallway in Italy's house.
"Oh shit!"
"Close it, close it!" England hissed.
Just as she began to close the door, something flew passed her hand. A large battle ax was lodged in the crack of the door and the wall, keeping it from closing.
"I don't think so. Not this time."
Spain stood at the end of the hall. He stepped forward, fingers tracing the wall and he came closer at a deliberately slow, steady pace.
Skylar looked around for something, anything she could do. But she was cornered. She couldn't reach another door with Spain in her way and even if by some miracle she did, the others might not make it...
Desperate, she reached for the ax, trying to pry it from the wall. Spain laughed at her futile efforts.
She turned around, desperate. There was some kind of art piece on a stand. It looked heavy enough. She grabbed it, lifting it up.
"What do you think you can do with that?" Spain laughed. "I'm a nation. You can't kill me with that! And I'm much stronger then you."
She grabbed Romano with her free arm then threw the object through the window, shattering the glass. Thanking god they weren't on the top floor anymore.
Before Spain could reach her, she jumped out the window. The three mochis, just behind her. She hit the ground hard tile ground.
"Skylar?!"
She pushed herself up off the ground. A door, she had to find a door.
"We'll never get away like this! What were you thinking?!" England screamed. "If- if only I was my normal self! If only you..."
Skylar coughed, pushing through the pain in her body. "We-we have to run. He'll be here any second."
England jumped into her shoulder as she stumbled away. "What... Where you saying before? About..."
Skylar wasn't paying attention, too focused and limping away. Her desperation doubled as she heard Spain calling out somewhere behind her.
"Stop! Stop!" England demanded.
She did slow down. "Wh-what? We have... To get out... Away!" She spoke between gasps.
England looked to America. "America, I want you to know how much I care for you. I... l-love you..." England stumbled over his words, as if it took all his willpower just to say something so simple.
America was stunned speechless.
Skylar didn't understand, did England think this was the end? Did he think they were all going to die?
England continued. "France, I'm sorry. I'm... I am... Dreadfully sorry."
"Angleterre? What-"
England turned his small white body to her. "Open your mouth."
What?!
"What?!"
"Just do it! And don't you dare bite!"
She opened her mouth, but to scream. "What the fu-"
England took the opportunity and leaped into her mouth.
Before she knew it all of England's mochi body was in her mouth and sliding down her throat. This couldn't actually be happening. This can't be happening. It's absurd! She didn't know whether to vomit or laugh. She tried desperately to spit him out but he just kept going! She couldn't breathe!
"BRITAIN!"
"Crazy bastard! What the hell?!"
The next thing she knew, she swallowed.
For a moment she stood, horrified. Then something she'd read online ran through her head-
Most mochi are white and round, as well as being very soft, flexible, and expandable.
Each one has different signature abilities.
Eating one will result in it taking over you.
There was an explosion from within her.
She felt like a totally different person, yet, she was Skylar. She was England. She was both.
She didn't look like herself anymore. They looked like England now. Mostly like him. His blond hair was dark brown like Skylar's was, and the same with the eyes. They wore a black robe and, in her right hand, was a wand. A cheap-looking stick with a star at the end.
They turned to face Spain.
Spain stared at them like they were a sideshow attraction at a circus. "What the hell did you do?!"
Confidence swelled within her as words that weren't hers yet were hers flowed from her mouth. "You just ran out of luck!" It wasn't just her voice speaking anymore. It wavered between the two of them. "Prepare for a humiliating defeat!" She ripped away her cloak and threw it at him. Spain casually cast it aside, but just before he touched it, they gave their want a wave and a blast of magic caught the robe.
As soon as Spain's hand touched it, the robe came alive. Wrapping around his arms and legs, effectively binding him.
"Que-?! What is this? What did you do?!"
They laughed in their triumph. "Serves you right!" They turned to the others, grinning. "What say you? Shall we go back inside?"
They all stared at the two do them. Stunned, confused, horrified.
"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!"
They huffed indignantly. "Well, fine! If that's how you react next time I won't bother saving your ungrateful asses!" With that they stomped back into the house.
She went to work right away, carving symbols into the entrances in to the house. When finished, she nodded in satisfaction. It wouldn't keep them out forever, but with any luck it might slow them down long enough to finish what they had to do.
She was just about to start a batch of scones when she felt a click, like an internal timer going off.
Suddenly, a puff of smoke. Skylar coughed and waved the smoke out of her face. Her legs felt shaky and she had to steady herself against the wall to keep from falling.
As the smoke cleared she could see her reflection in one of the glass windows, she was herself again.
Now it was her turn to be horrified.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" She screamed on impulse.
"Oh, don't you start!" A familiar voice squeaked from the floor.
England was there, still a mochi, but other than that he was fine!
"I- you- how- why?!" She had no idea how to respond to that.
"Oh, stop complaining! You didn't even get the worst of it!"
Mochi England left for the kitchen. After gathering the group they all sat down to hear England's explanation.
"Magic always has its own set of rules and loopholes, a skilled master of the occult, like myself can easily spot and use such things to our advantage."
She was growing tired of his boasting. "But why?! Why did you do that? How did you even know it would work!?"
"...I didn't, but this isn't a battle we can afford to lose." England replied quietly. "There were clues, of course. For example, what you mentioned in the ambulance. You remember, about eating a mochi takes you over. That got me thinking. We've been transformed into food! What is the purpose of food but to be eaten? There had to be a reason behind it. There's always a method to magic. Even if it is outlandish and nonsensical."
Skylar ran her hands through her hair. "So you risked getting digested over a hunch?!"
He glared at her. "A hunch that was correct!"
America shuddered. "Dude, that was totally gross!"
"Oui, let up hope none of us have to do such a thing again."
"I wouldn't be so sure." England muttered. "They know where we are and what we're doing by now. It's only a matter of time until they send more transformed nations after us. Since they seemed to be occupied."
"Occupied? What makes you say that?"
"Well, the fact that they haven't come after us themselves, for one thing. So far it's just been Spain. They likely thought that he would be enough to kill you."
Skylar frowned. "He almost was."
"The fact that none of them have arrived, even though we've freed almost half of our numbers, indicates that they likely cannot come themselves. I imagine they're too busy holding this farce of a world together."
"Huh... I guess that does make sense." She muttered.
"Well well, aren't we the little exposition fairy today, eh Angleterre?" France teased, a harder edge to his tone than usual.
England just grumbled at that, not willing to argue with France.
"What are you idiots standing around here for?!" Romano yelled. "Let's go before they come back!"
No one could argue with that.
Author's Note:
I said this story went weird places right? I did say that.
Don't ask me where this turn came from. I have no idea.
I think I need some professional help.