Declaimer: I don't owe Hetalia, it belongs to Himarya Hidekazu.
Chapter 11: The Rescue Mission Part 1
England, America, Japan, and the four Nordics walked around the forest of the Central African Republic. England was holding a map and was directing the group since the Japan and the Nordics were relatively new to the area, and America, despite his countless visits to Africa, apparently, had no sense of direction what-so-ever when he's out of his own land. But even when in his land, the lad still tend to run off unexpectedly and disappear, seeming to have lost his way- if not his mind, now and again despite the numerous and redundant signs he had implemented everywhere.
Since the nations did not know where in Africa they should search, England once again used his magic and deduction skills to find the places on the map of Africa that reacted to his magic before they had departed. The spell was supposed to track down the presence of specific nations using things that had their sent on it. Eight African countries responded to it, but after dimming it down with England's magic compass that shows him the direction of his deepest desires, they finally narrowed it down to three places; the Central African Republic, Egypt, and South Sudan.
Every key character had took a turn in holding the compass to find the missing Nations; Finland and Denmark (Iceland still continued to be stubborn about it) found Sealand and Norway in the Central. However, when America held it, the watch went haywire and when Australia and Russia took possession of the watch, before America could throw it at the wall, it lead them to South Sudan instead while Austria lead him landed in Eqypt. Thus, the nations then spilt themselves into teams according to the locations given, before reviewing their plans with their human agents and guards. Not only that, but they also made sure to gave them their orders and what to do before they departed the States.
At current, England was leading America, Japan, and the Nordics eastward and farther into the center of Africa. They had been searching the place for days now, and everyone was becoming anxious as the time passed.
England stopped walking and stared at the compass in confused frustration. "I don't get it," he said.
"What?" America questioned, peeking up form behind England.
"It says that it's here, but we've only been walking in circles! At this rate, we're never going to fin-" England stopped mid sentence and face palmed himself. "Of course. How could I be so stupid. Japan! Slice this place in half!" He pointed in front of him, but there was nothing there except trees, bushes, and air.
"What?" America shouted out, panicked and confused. "England have you finally lost it in this fucking heat?"
A tick marked appeared on England's forehead, but before he could retort back, Japan, who seemed to understand what England had said, took out the katana that he had brought along. He then walked up passed England, and sliced the air in half with his sharp blade.
Once he did that, a whole ripped up at the place Japan's katana slashed air, and inside of it was a building, but the who was slowly disappearing. Thus, Japan created a few more rip in the barrier after the first one shrank away, and everyone quickly jumped into the whole in the illusion spell. Once in, they concealed themselves behind a bush, watching the guards patrol the place and careful to not be heard or discovered.
"Have we been discovered, Igirisu-san?" Japan questioned, wondering if anyone noticed them slipping in through the magic barrier.
"I don't believe so, but still, we should stay on high alert and keep an eye out," England answered, before looking back down at his compass only to find that the needle was switching between two different directions as if undecided. England's eyes widened. "No. No, please no." He suddenly looked up and off toward the two different directions the compass were pointing to. "Please, not her too. Please let it just be Wendy and Peter separated from one another and not her here as well." But England knew that what he desperately hoped for was false, as the personification of Wy was in South Sudan, along with Luxembourg, instead of this place. And though Norway may be a dear friend, he was not as important to Arthur as family- despite the family's consent fuels and often disagreements between each other that, more then often, leads to some kind of injury, be it pride or otherwise.
Arthur stood up and was about to make his way to toward the west side of the place, but America quickly pulled him back down.
"England, what are you doing?!" America quietly questioned, panicked as he held onto England's arm. "You're going to get us caught!"
"Igirisu-san, please stay clam. I am sure that everything is alright. Please, in order for us to pull this off, everyone of us must stay calm, no matter what happens," Japan reminded him.
"Right," said England, running a hand through his hair to ease the apparent increase of stress on his face. "Sorry. I-..." He closed his eyes. "I'm alright now."
"Okay, so what do we do now?" Denmark questioned, anxious to find Norway and get him out of here.
England looked down at the compass once more and said, "Well, my compass seems to be pointing in two different directions, there for our targets must've been separated and kept at different places here. And thus, we must split up. Here Denmark." He handed the compass to the Danish man. "Find Norway."
Denmark took the compass and its arrow pointed toward the east wing.
"Alright then," said England. "So he's in the east... Then who's in the west?"
"Shouldn't it be Sealand, England?" Iceland questioned, confused as he eyed England with his browns knotted other.
"Only one way to find out," England whispered, confusing everyone except for the stoic Japan.
England to Finland and suddenly handed him the watch, which pointed in the west direction. "Mystery solved," he whispered to himself. "Alright! We'll separate into two teams. Denmark, Iceland and Japan will go east for Norway. Sweden, Finland and America will go west to find Sealand. I..."
Japan noticed the hesitation in England's eyes and spoke up, "Actually Igiriu-san, why don't you go with Denmaku-san and Aisurando-san? I will go with Amerika-san to get Shirando-kun for you." He smiled as he placed a comforting hand on England's shoulder. "I'll make sure that he is alright. This way, you won't have to worry so much, yes?"
England smiled and took hold of Japan's hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. "Thanks, Japan," he said with sincerity, before turning to Finland.
England walked over and placed a hand on the Finnish man's shoulder. "I leave him to you then, Finland," said England, before running a hand over the compass and when he flipped his palm upward, another identical compass was in his other hand. England handed the copy to Finland. "Please continue to take good care of him for me, and remember not to drop the compass, or it'll disappear, as it is only a clone of the original."
Finland nodded with confidence at England's serious gaze. Then, England shifted his eyes to America. "Take care of him for me, Alfred," he said. "Don't let anything happen to Peter. He is still young and naive. I need you to be the adult and look after him in my place for just a little while, alright?"
America seriously thought it over for a few seconds, finding it a bit strange that England would act like this. It was as if he cared for Sealand, and America knew that he probably does, but despite reasoning with himself, America still cannot hold down the small dab of jealousy he felt in his heart.
Also, America noticed that, from the way England said it, it seemed as though he knew something was going to happen. But then again, America reasoned with himself, it could just be England over reacting and being a mother hen again. This upsets America a little, but since it was Peter, he could quench the jealousy down a bit. At least, he reasoned, it was better than having that Russian bastard call Arthur "Big Brother" and getting all close with him or hanging off of him like he did at Harvard.
America smiled and said, "Sure dude! Don't worry! I like the kid, I won't let anything happen to him! You can count on me, Artie! I'm the hero. I'll look after him and make sure he's safe!"
England, instead of lecturing America like always, simply gave a genuin smile, shocking America a bit, and nodded his head. "Right," he said. "Okay," his face returned to being serious, "find a good opportunity to move out then."
Everyone returned to watching the guards before moving out secretly, going their own separate ways once the coast was clear for take off.
England, Denmark, and Iceland quietly made their way around, navigating the palce in order to advoid being found out by the guards walking about. So far, they were doing great, however England knew that with his luck the way it usually is, it wouldn't last for long. And he was right.
Turning one more corner, the three ran head first into the dangerous reality they were currently in.
"Well, well, well," said the man. "If it isn't England, Denmark, and Iceland. Came to get your loved ones did you?" He smirked in amusement as the guards surrounded the three, their weapons raised.
Iceland took out his own weapons, but England and Denmark stayed still. The two of them having more experience then Iceland made it so that they were not as rushed as he was, at times.
England studied the man in front of him while Denmark kept one eye on England, waiting for his signal. As for his other eye, Demark kept it on their enemies while a hand was held out to protect Iceland, preventing the younger nation from igniting the first shooting that would undoubtedly lead them into chao.
"I'm surprise that you would choose to come for your lover instead of go to your son, Arthur Kirkland," said the man.
"What?" said Iceland, confused.
"England, since when have you gotten a new lover?" Denmark questioned, his eyes wide with shock despite their current situation. "And became a father! Dude, why didn't you tell us about it?"
"Prussia knew about it," England replied, seeming unfazed yet never once taking his eyes off this strange man in front of him.
"What?!" Denmrk lost his composure as he turned around to face England's back. "How could you! I thought we were friends, England! Why did you tell Prussia and not me?"
"I didn't tell him, he just knew. At any rate, you..." England studied the man in front of him. "What are you? Surely not a human anymore, correct?"
The man smirked. "That's right," he said. "Thanks to yours and Prussia's combined research on Alchemy," England's eyes widened, "and the advance technology America keeps inventing, they are no longer ordinary humans."
"Impossible," England whispered. "You-"
"Alchemy?" Iceland questioned, looking at England.
"You and Prussia left me out of the loop again?!" Denmark shouted, frantic.
"It wasn't just you, Mathias, calm down," said England, glaring at the man in front of him. "And it was a long time ago anyways. Besides, no one was suppose to know about that. Gilbert was suppose to-" He face palmed himself. "Gilbert," he growled out. "Of course, why else would he still be-." England's eyes widened in realization. "Damn. Stupid fountain. Stupid Spain for giving him ideas. And stupid me for not noticing sooner that man's odd behavior!"
The man in front of him laughed. "It seems that he betrays you a lot too, hah Arthur!" he said, gaining back England's hateful glare. "Prussia didn't destroy those dangerous research when the two of you stopped experimenting on it. No instead, he took all the researches that both of you did and hide them away. And our boss found it during World War II. And to make it more interesting, it was all thanks to America bombing Dresden that he stumbled upon it and used all the wondering souls there as his test subjects."
England's eyes widened. "No," he whispered. "You! Do you realize what you've done! How serious this is?! If the Reapers-!"
"Please!" He laughed. "Those lazy, blind hooded fools are ignorant! They passed their jobs on to us, so what's wrong with taking some of those souls and lying about it?" the man asked.
"You-!"
"In my opinion, the less people, the more job available, right?"
"NO!" all three nations shouted out.
"Well actually, maybe-" England began to reason with himself, but stopped mid-sentence. "That's not the point! What are you trying to do?!"
"Why don't you find out? That is, if you live long enough to," said the man, before chains started coming out from the white circle underneath his feet.
England's eyes widened upon seeing the holy chains. "No," he said. "You can't be-" He dodged the chain and put up a protection spell around them.
"Oh, but I am," said the man. "Roland Pendragon. A member of the Church and a Heavenly Guardian, at your service, Sinners."
"Heavenly Guardian? More like a fallen angel! Just wait until Law hears about this!" England shouted out.
"Law? That man? Please!" Roland scuffed at the name. "We don't even know if he's real or even alive anymore! He hasn't shown himself for the past millennia. There's no way he'd know. Besides, even if he does, he should be praising us for doing the job that he's neglecting to do."
"You know nothing about that man or what he is thinking, git, don't assume that you do," Arthur argued, glaring at the traitor whom he knew had to be younger than him if he was this ignorate.
Besides, Arthur also knew that most of the ones from way back then should've already serve their time in Heaven and be reborn by now. It's no wonder that things are turning out like this now what the elders have left. But then again, things had already began corrupting since 5 millennia ago, so this shouldn't come as a surprise, even if Arthur had only just regain his memories about 200 years prior.
"England, what's going on?" Iceland questioned, confused and not quite following the conversation anymore. "What are you talking about?"
England did not speak nor did he take his eyes away from the fallen angel as he took out Denmark's axe from tin air. Arthur handed the axe over to its rightful owner, and ordered the man to get ride of the others surrounding them.
Denmark, who hadn't gotten the chance to use his axe or feel the trilling rush of excitement from battles and bloodshed in a while, happily took the axe without questions and swung it at his opponents once England dropped the protective barrier around them, successfully killing off all of them.
"Wow, this thing's beast, England," said Denmark, admiring the new ability of his axe. "What did you do to it? It's even better then when Norge enchants it!"
"I didn't do much really," said England. "Merely reawaken what was already there to began with."
While Iceland was spectacle and suspicious of England's words, Denmark seemed to let it all fly over his head and just enjoy the battle instead.
Iceland soon joined in on the battle when the humans started transforming into mutants or started using what little magic they knew. England though, was still glaring at the fallen angel in front of him.
"So, are you planning a revolt against Law then?" Arthur questioned the angel.
The angel laughed. "Who knows," he replied. "Maybe we are, maybe we aren't? What do you think? But then again, why should you, a sinner, care? If that man finds you, you should know that he'll punish you for your crimes against the Universe, right England? Or should I say, Arthur Kirkland?" England narrowed his eyes at this angel who seemed to know much more then he should. "You and the rest of the personifications are all sinners, and no matter what you do, you'll never escape from it. Not even Elizabeta, Ronderich, Feliciano and his the fallen brother, Lovino. Those four, despite their celestial heritage, will never be forgiven for what they did... What? Confused? Curious as to how I know all this? Well, why don't you stick around to find out? After all, you have been around paying for your sin for a long time now, haven't you?"
Iceland and Denmark raised their eyebrows as they listened to the two's strange and confusing conversation, never once talking their eyes off the mutated men surrounding them.
"Fine," said Arthur. "Don't answer then. I'll get the answers out of you myself. Then you'll understand the true reason why Lucifer wanted me as one of his men. And maybe you'll find out the true reason Law has let us, and you lot, off for so long." Arthur dew his golden sword from tin air and pointed it at the angel, who's eyes widened upon gazing at the majestic and holy blade.
"That-! How-?" he began, shocked.
Arthur smirked. "I'm surprised you don't know. But then again, you are ignorant about a lot of things, aren't you?" Green magic circles suddenly appeared and out came plants to battle with the angel's silver holy chains.
The two battled it out for a bit while Denmark and Iceland dealt with the mutated humans. Then, in order to sustain the damage and avoid unnecessary injuries as well as better field for casting large magic without worries, England transported the two of them to a different dimension after making sure that Denmakr and Iceland could handle themselves without him.
This new dimension was shrouded in darkness and surrounded by storm clouds. However, the image of a blue topped castle could be seen through the fogy haze.
"Hmm," said the fallen angel, studying his new surrounding battlefield. "So this is your dimension? Kinda dark, isn't it?"
"My dimension hah?" said Arthur, looking nostalgic as he floated in front of the castle. "So you have no idea where this is, yet you'd pride yourself with knowing all about me." He smirked down at the angel with great arrogance that he'd only shown in his pirating days. "How foolish."
"I never said I knew all about you," said the fallen angel, his eyes narrowing on Arthur's intimidating form hovering above him. "It's just that, you match the description of someone. A sinner, who'd committed a crime by reviving his lover back from the dead and going against the Will of the Universe that stated she must die as a sacrifice to sustain the Law and Order placed on the World." Roland studied Arthur's stilled form for any sing of a reaction. Arthur had his head lowered, causing his bangs to cover his eyes as a frown adored his mouth. Roland smirked, thinking he'd hit Arthur right where it hurt. "Or so I heard."
Arthur's smirked in amusement, giving off a light chuckle and shocking Roland. "Is that all you know about me, git? Really? How disappointing." He blew the child off by turning his head away.
This action caused the fallen angel to become enraged with him and finally pulled out his own divine sword, hurling it at Arthur. However, Arthur smoothly dogged the boy's angry blade by moving sideways and then brought his own sword up to met the boy's. The two battled it out in mid air for a moment, before Arthur managed to make the boy fall back in order to dodge the green orbs Arthur had summoned by magic.
The orbs followed after him and did some damage to the boy, but it only managed to bruse him as bit, as the fallen angel was able to quickly cast a shield to protect himself from Arthur's spell.
The fallen angel smirked, thinking that this was all Arthur was capable off. However, he didn't get to celebrate long, as the orbs suddenly turned electric and started surrounding him. Some of them started shocking him when he moved, drawing some blood from his mouth.
"What a shame," said Arthur, holding Excalibur in one hand and the four spinning green orbs in the other. "But now I know that you really have fallen."
The fallen angel glared up at Arthur in hatred as he whipped away the black blood on his mouth. He drew his weapon in front of him and prepared to cast a spell when he realized that his magic had been reduced. His eyes widened.
"You," he said. "How... What did you do to me?!"
Arthur chuckled. "And here I was expecting this to be a more challenging of a battle. Especially when it's been a while since I've used my magic like this. And I must say, I've gotten rusty with all the desk work I've been doing lately... Hmm, well, either that, or the standards must have really lessened since ancient times, if you can't even figure out that my orbs are absorbing your strength and powers..." Arthur explained, eyeing his spinning orbs and silently commanding them to electrocute his prisoner. Arthur smiled in amusement as he watched the fallen one cry out in painful agony. "Either that, or it was because the ones I met and fought with were the Seasonal Generals," he idly added, looking off to the side as though not anticipating the forthcoming reaction from his captive.
"Seasonal Generals?!" the angel questioned, shocked as he looked up at him. "You. You! You went up against them? And you survived? How?! How do you know them when we have never met them before?! How?"
"How you ask?" Arthur turned back to him, a hand placed on his chin as he thought about it. "Well... it's not like I wanted to meet with them. It's just... General Winter often visits me, as does General Spring. General Fall used to be in Germany, but then she moved to stay close to... family, and General Summer... Well, he became Lucifer's host after he... left, and so the title was passed onto his eldest son to uphold in his place... I'm sure you've already met that boy, as well as General Winter's own son and heir." Arthur smiled. "Unlike their fathers, the both of them don't fight like cats and dogs."
Arthur stared off as he recalled the happy memories, before turning his gaze back to his captive prisoner, who was now missing his shirt and had his pants ripped in selective places. "Now then, shall we began the interrogation?" Arthur smiled sweaty down at the fallen angel and for some reason, the angel felt as though he was meeting with the devil and wanted to run away from this crazy man. But it was no use, so all he could do was scream in fear and agony as Arthur began the first phase of his interrogation.
England stepped back into the white hallway belonging to the experimental base of operation for their enemies, looking as though he had not been in a fight or been bloodied from interrogating his captive. Taking his eyes off his still slightly wounded hand, England looked up and was greeted by the sight of both Iceland and Denmark huffing over the dead corpses all scattered about within the room. Denmark had a smirk on his face as he gazed upon his handy work, while Iceland merely continued frowning.
Really, that boy was too much like Hong Kong, England thinks. It's no wonder they've managed to become close friends. Now that he thought about it, England realized that he should've probably have warned Norway about the possibilities of a prank happening to him the first time he'd seen the two of them together. Then he wouldn't have had to see Norway come to his house with green hair. Though he seemed to like it, unlike England when the prank had been pulled on him. Damned his brothers for meddling.
"Nicely done you two," England praised the two nations standing amist the corpse of dead bodies, alerting them of his presence.
"England!" said Iceland. "Where did you disappear off to? And what happened with that other man? Did you get him?"
England smiled. "Don't worry," he said, tucking his fractured hand behind his back. "I..." His eyes trailed off to the side. "I took care of it." Out of the corner of his eyes, England could see Denmark trying to hold in his laughter, and he frowned, rightening himself. "Any who," he said. "We ought to get going. Norway is waiting for us to rescue him."
Upon hearing Norway's name and brought back to the reality they were in, both Denmark and Iceland's face turned serious as they nodded in agreement with England. England walked toward Denmark, who stood nearest to the direction the arrow on the compass, now back in Arthur's hand, was pointing.
Stepping over the corpse of a headless man, England stopped and looked down at him.
"...Something wrong?" Iceland asked, coming up behind him while Denmark took the rear.
England didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the face of the man as his browns knotted together in worry. He bent down and touched the face of the man with the hand not holding the compass. After a few moment of turning the head about for further inspection, to which Denmark asked England if he knew the man and England said that he was one of South Africa's secret agents, England closed his eyes and waited.
Denmark and Iceland, who had no idea what was going on and, while wondering about this man who belonged to South Africa's security team, they suddenly felt a cool, bone chilling breeze swirl around them, causing them to hug themselves despite their positions of the global map.
When it died down, Arthur opened his eyes and muttered, "So that's it," his eyes now enlightened by the new information he'd gained from the dead bodies littering the hallway, their souls trying to escape the hooded Reapers flying after them.
"What?' asked Iceland, ignorant to the transparent figures all around him. "What is it, England?"
Arthur continued to stare onward and into the darkened hood of one of the Reapers, the one with the largest and most decorative scythe amongst the Reapers present. Then, Arthur made a grip on his silver cross, which resigned on a chain around his neck. Getting the message, the mysterious reaper nodded and flew away.
"Oh please don't tell me you're going to go all Protestant on us now, England!" Denmark whined. "Wait, is it Protestant or is it Catholic?"
England glared up at Denmark before standing up. "I don't know, Denmark, what about you?" he jabbed back with a piercing glare.
Denmark smiled. "Yeah. You're right. Let's not get into it and just drop it."
"Well you were the one who brought it up! At any rate, it's best we quickly find the others and leave this place. If we run into any more guards, just... get ride of them." England's gaze was set as he took off in the direction of the compass.
"Are you sure?" asked Denmark.
"Yes," said England. "Otherwise, they will become a problem for us later. It's best we warn them not to mess with us now then have to deal with the lot of them later on..." He glanced in the direction of the retreating soul reapers and his eyes narrowed.
Then, all three walked off to clear the path to the cellar that housed their allied nations.
England slashed down the last man standing in the way of the door that would lead him and his two companions to their desired destination. He glanced down at the compass one last time to make sure that what he saw wasn't an illusion, and it wasn't, as the arrow on the compass shook about in anticipation, signaling its holder that their desire was close.
Once confirmed, England wasted no time in throwing the door opened. What greeted him from behind the door was surprising and unexpected.
"Hello, Mr. England," said the figure whose back had been turned to England as he bent down to talk with Seychelles' weak form on the other side of the steel bar.
England narrowed his eyes on the dark figure. "India," he growled out. "What are you doing here?"
"Norge!" Denmark shouted out, rushing passed England and India to get to the cell, Iceland right behind him.
Denmark pulled on the cell door as England stepped farther into the dimly lit and ice cold room.
"Damn it! Why can't I be as strong as America? And where the hell is the key to this damn thing-?!" Denmark shouted out, before he was suddenly electrified.
"It's here," India replied, holding up a ring of keys. "And you might want to be careful about touching the bars so casually, Mr. Denmark."
"I think it's a little too late for that warning, India," Iceland pointed out, looking down at Denmark's burnt form before glancing over to India and the keys in his hand.
England halt his advance and narrowed his eyes on his former colony's pitied form. At the same time, Iceland reached out for the keys in India's hand, but India dogged his grip, causing Iceland to frown deeper at the action.
"Exactly what is going on here?" England questioned. "India, don't tell me you-"
"No," Seychelles weakly voiced out, grasping for breath. "No. I-it's not like t-that, M-Mr. England. H-he was for-forced into it. Please. Do something. Break the bine on him and... s-save Peter."
England's eyes widened in realization as he stared down at Michelle's pitiful form. He then quickly turned his haze back to India, his eyes ablaze with furry as he approached the younger boy.
"What was the command?" he questioned. "Answer me, India! What was the command?!"
"... I can't tell you," said India, not one bit fazed by England's outburst and violent nature when angered.
England stared at him, searching India's blank face for clues. "... Is it in Hindu?" he asked, and India smiled. "Do I know it?" India's smile only widened, and England backed off to think of the answer that would break the spell placed on India.
"I'm always speaking it," India hinted. "I can't be free without it. He said so. And his quote is considered one of the most famous amongst Hindu quotes. No one, no nation, can truly be free and independent without speaking this."
England thought about it a bit more, trying to connect the pieces when Denmark suddenly said, confused, "Language?" England and Iceland looked at him in surprise. "What? We all speak some form of it! And it is kinda unique to each of us!"
"... I can't believe you got it," said England, staring blankly at Denmark.
"I can't believe it either," Iceland agreed, his mouth hanged open a little.
"What was it again? Those quotes... famous quotes... independence... Ah!" England turned to India and uttered out the needed quote, "Rashta Bhasha ke bina aazaadi bekar hai. Freedom is useless without the national language."
A purple magic circle suddenly appeared under India's feet and his forehead ignited a white light as the curse was lifted from him. Once the chains broke, India walked over and opened the cell door for the other nations, careful not to get shocked like Denmark.
"I-I didn't k-know you knew Hin-du," Michelle commented as India helped her sit up by leaning her upper body part against his own.
England, now standing over her form, glanced down at her while Denmark ran to Norway's dark and fallen form, Iceland not far behind him.
"Norge!" Denmark shouted out in worry as he took Norway's head into his hand.
"Just because I rarely spoke it and you've never heard me say it before doesn't mean that I don't know it," England replied. "I have visited India quite a few times throughout the centuries, if you remember." He bent down and held out his hands, causing it to glow green.
"Yes," Michelle smiled as she closed her eyes while both India and England preformed healing magic on her, "I remember those times you left... and the times I went with you, but you've never spoken Hindu before then either."
"You've never heard him say it because the servants and politicians he usually talks with knows English and Arthur prefers English over any other language, so I sent him servants who can speak English," India explained. "And because he always leaves you at the house whenever you come along with him and you always have a translator with you whenever you go outside, you didn't know that Arthur does speak Hindu to those who doesn't know English. He just doesn't do it often, as annoying as it is. Though it is still amusing when people thinks he can't understand them and then he suddenly says something back to them that surprises them." India smiled at the memory. "Always has me smiling, be it good or bad."
"Oh..." said Michelle, gazing at Arthur, who now took to holding her instead of India, who went over to have a look at Norway's condition. "I see. Of course. And you accuse grand frère of this when you are no better, Mr. England."
"Say what you well, love, I don't care. English has become a world-wide language anyways," England countered.
"Yes, and because of this, people who only speak English are at a disadvantage."
"That's arguable, love, arguable," Arthur smiled down at Michelle in challenge before shifting his gaze back up. "How is he, India?"
"Seychelles did a good job keeping him alive and slowing down the takeover virus and inflection, seeing as how neither she, Denmark or Iceland were affected upon touching him," India said, working on getting ride of the black virus spreading throughout Norway's body.
"Thank you," said Michelle, then her eyes turned sad. "But Greece and Egypt-"
"I know where they are. I managed to pull them out of the pool before their body was destroyed. And I also managed to gather all the needed information thanks to the seal you placed on me, Mr. England." India turned to look at England once Norway's breathing as stabled and all the black virus slowly started to disappear from his body.
"So you noticed that, did you?" said England, a small smile on his face.
"You wouldn't have me marry Seychelles otherwise," India retorted, causing England to smirk. "My time with you guys taught me that much, at least. No matter how much you two argue the house down and deny it. But I don't mind it." India stood up. "It was entertaining. And besides, country wise, it benefited both parties in the end."
England nodded. "You know I wouldn't have done this if I wasn't desperate for results." He stood up, carrying Seychelles with him and telling her not to struggle or he may drop her. "Let's get moving and get out of here, before reinforcements show up." Arthur walked out of the cell, carrying Michelle bridal style.
India smiled as Seychelles pouted at England for calling her fat due to her sweet tooth. "This way," he said. "I know a short cut that can lead us out of here."
Denmark carried Norway bridal style and everyone followed India out.
"Arthur," Michelle spoke up, a look of worried in her eyes as she glanced up at Arthur, who continued to look onward at the path they were taking. "Peter-"
"Alfred and the others went to get him," Arthur explained. "Don't worry," he interrupted her worried words, "Kiku's with them. Everything should be fine."
Michelle studies Arthur's grim face for a moment, before closing her eyes in defeat. "I just hope they don't miss 4-years like I did. Honestly, disappearing into the Thames during the Blitz and coming back at the end of World War II, you really planned everything out quite nicely, didn't you Arthur?" she quietly whispered, causing Arthur's satisfying smirk to suddenly turn menacing as his eyes became hidden by his bangs while running through the dark tunnel with Michelle in hand.
"That bloody wanker sure knows how to complicate everything and make my blood boil to the max, doesn't he?" said England, his words laced with melic as his green eyes became hard, snake-like and blood chillingly cold in the dark tunnel.
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Chapter 12: The Rescue Mission Part 2
Let's take a look at Alfred's side of the story, along with the two other rescue parties!
Portugal: Zombies?
Netherlands: Mummies?
Canada: Really?
Kumajiro: Who are you?
Canada: I'm canada eh.
Germany: Bruder, vat did you do?
Hungary: Why am I not surprise that it was you and your diaries that caused all of this, Prussia? You just had to keep them, didn't you?
Prussia: It iz not a diary, it iz a journal! Vell, zey vere actually research papers, but vasever! Zey are not diaries! Don't say it like zey are, I am not Poland!
France: (disbelief) Tu et Angleterre (you and England) and your obsess vith alchemy.
Russia: Ehh, and everyone says I'm bad da. You're just horrible, Gilbert! You betrayed us! More than once.
Prussia: Shut up. It vas a good idea... at zee time.
Hungary: What part of that was a good idea?!
Austria: ... Don't tell me...
Prussia: It brought Holy Rome back!
France: So zat was it?!
Australia: ... We're lucky Italy's not here.
(Spain, Belgium, Canada and New Zealand nods in agreement)
America: If you want to apologize, apologize to him yourself! I ane't gonna kill you that easily, you stupid feather hat idiot! Japan, you agree with me. Help me kick this chicken's ass and drag his sorry butt back to Europe and to Greece so he can apologize to the man!
Japan: Hai, Amerika-san!
Tino: Who's next?! Which one of you science freaks wants to be the next to have your name crossed off Santa's list?! Permanently.
Sweden: Mm.
Latvia: I hope Sealand's okay...
Wy: (nods, sad) I don't want to loss another one of us.
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