Go Your Own Way

by Many A Mistake

Arthur has done some awful things and no matter how much he regrets it or how sorry he is, forgiveness is hard to come by. On the other hand Germany has some cruel things in mind and is more than willing to abuse Arthur's mistakes to have his way, even if it breaks the middle person in the game. DarkHetalia. Warning: Abuse, Dark Themes and some Non-con.

11. Chapter 11 Warfare

Go Your Own Way
Warfare.

Author's Note:
My, my, it's been a while hasn't it!? Sorry about that, well we're finally getting to the pointy end of the game.
And again, I know I say it a lot but thanks for helping me out Hetabee! On another note the next chapter will be up in about 2-3 days.

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One Last Session.

Jett panted heavily, hands tightly clutching his personal weapon close. The worn cleaver shook in his trembling hands but he did not lose his grip on the machete handle. Opposite of him, Germany stood with a calm expression, the only indication that he was even a little bit worn was the slightly irregular breathing on his part.

It was already rolling around to midday when the German's household began to come to life again. It seemed dangerous to leave preparations to such a late hour but the long rest had done them all good. However, once they'd been awakened it was all business, there was no room for a casual breakfast around a dining room table or light chatter, it had been straight to work.

"Again!" Ludwig barked the order at an already exhausted Jett. Germany braced himself as the other took a clumsy lunge forward, bringing his cleaver like blade across to swipe at Ludwig. The German was ready and swiftly met the blow with a simple block of his own blade. It was not his personal weapon so even if he beat Jett to within an inch of his life there was little chance he'd kill the other nation.

With a single throw of his powerful hand Ludwig forced Jett stumbling back a few steps, pushing the other away easily. Jett was thrown back but retained his footing and straightened up to await the next order.

"You're too hasty. At this rate you will never be ready for battle." Ludwig chided him harshly. "Think before you attack this time, again!"

So they continued. Jett would try again and again to land a blow on Ludwig but every time he was thrown back by the other with ease. Even with his lingering soreness and injury from the night prior, Jett was still frustrated with himself. No matter how many times he was scolded or shouted at he did not whine or become discouraged, each and every time he'd get back up and attack again when ordered.

As this rough training continued their audience watched from the hillside. Japan and Italy sat quietly observing the training, Italy was relieved it wasn't him out there getting thrown around but still felt a little bad for his new ally.

"Hm, Jett isn't really all that strong, is he…?" Italy asked with a quiet frown. "But he always looked so tough!" Italy felt safe when guarded by Jett, the other seeming to protect him without needing to be asked.

"Ah, Jett is still sore." Japan explained. "I'm sure that he will improve as he feels better."

"Sore from what?" Italy asked with a tilt of his head.

"Well, he was buried under half the house not too long ago…" Both Italy and Japan glanced back towards Germany's house, in particular the caved in section of it. Ludwig had spent so many hours slaving over the repair but even with all his hard work his home was no closer to having a new basement.
Prussia had overdone it…

Next to Italy and Japan, Russia was sitting silently, watching the training session with mild interest. It was strange to see the smaller nation trying so hard to force his aching body to meet Ludwig's standards for warfare. Neither Italy nor Japan knew the extent or freshness of Jett's pains but it was better that way. This way Russia could enjoy his own little secret as he watched the ways Jett would occasionally cringe when an obvious sore spot was hit.

"Oh….he's down again." Russia piped up when he saw one of Ludwig's pars throw Jett onto the dirt. The other lost his grip on the blade he used and looked as though he'd landed on a particularly nasty bruise. Although nowhere on his back side was going to be without pain, how embarrassing.
Feli and Kiku looked back to the training, seeing that Jett was indeed down. The Australian looked furious, absolutely seething with frustration as he glared at the ground he'd fallen on as though it had personally wronged him.

"Maybe he won't get up this time?" Feli suggested hopefully. "This makes me feel bad for Australia…" Italy said with a sad little 've'. "Isn't Ludwig being a little bit hard on him?"

"Yes, perhaps." Japan agreed with a thoughtful expression. "But I imagine that mister Germany is fairly worried himself. After all, if Jett's not in fighting condition tonight who knows what might happen to him."

There was silence after that, all three had been informed by Ludwig of what had happened – at least told the bare minimum to understand the situation. None of them were pleased and Italy and Japan were met with a somewhat troubling predicament. They did not know if they could aid Germany and Jett or not, the two had said nothing on the matter just yet, only Russia had put his hand in and frankly that wasn't very comforting.

"This will not do." Ludwig growled, aggravated by the lack of progress made in Jett's training. "Your military is too small and weak… They'll never be able to–"

"They're good men!" Jett barked back, surprising everyone when he raised his voice to Germany. "They do their best." No one was more surprised than the German in question but he was also the most composed.

"Their best is not enough. Good men do not win wars, soldiers win wars." He growled back, sharing a glare with Jett. They seemed somewhat hostile towards one another when they were both frustrated.

Gritting his teeth Jett threw himself to his feet, snatching up his machete as he did. He did not lash out at Ludwig even though it was clear he wanted to do just that, but instead waited for the next order, a little bit too eagerly.

"Again." Ludwig gave Jett exactly what he wanted and this time it seemed to go like every other time he attacked. A blind attack with his machete, all rage and no thought. Again Ludwig prepared to block and push him away, but as Jett neared he was thrown off by the sudden change. Instead of the downward strike that he had seemed to be making, Jett ducked down low and slammed the top of his head against Ludwig's chin.

"Eh…?" Italy's eyes actually opened he was so surprised. In fact all three of their audience members were staring with frozen expressions. It was comical, really. "Did Jett just…head-butt Germany?" Italy asked slowly.

Ludwig fell back onto the ground and Jett wobbled on his feet before falling on his backside as well, clutching his now aching head. Ludwig was rubbing his jaw as he looked at Jett who grinned back at him past the pain of his self-inflicted headache.

"Your face is too hard." Jett complained with a small chuckle.

"Your head is just as hard as you'd guess with your thick skull…" Ludwig murmured back. "That was underhanded."

"All is fair on the battle field." Jett reminded Ludwig with a cheeky grin. "If I have to head-butt someone to survive I'll just need to deal with the headache that follows."

Ludwig gave a heavy sigh before leaning back and resting for a moment, gaze directed at the sky. Jett's approach to warfare was far too casual and careless, he'd spend more time joking than he would actually fighting. It troubled Ludwig to no end considering what was looming on the horizon. If Jett wasn't prepared properly there was a good chance he'd end up dead or chained up and then Ludwig would have no leg to stand on.

"Oi…" Jett muttered, resting the back of his hand against the other's forehead. "You're going to get wrinkles if you keep making that sorry ass face. Calm down, we'll be fine." Jett encouraged him with a smile and Ludwig responded with a blank stare.

Sometimes Jett seemed a little bit too crazy to Ludwig. When he'd found the small group of resting nations that morning Germany had been in a panicked frenzy, having woken up without Jett in the room Ludwig had for a moment been blinded with fear. He'd thought the other had run off in the middle of the night. He expected him to try and escape after the night before but instead when he'd run downstairs Ludwig had found himself looking in on a very strange setting.

All four of his current house guests were quietly curled up and asleep by the ashes of a dying fireplace. All the panic had just bled away from Ludwig when he saw Jett lying among them. He had not tried to run away at all, simply sought out the heat he loved so much.
At the time Ludwig's initial reaction had been to wake them up and begin preparations for the night to come but he caught himself before he was able to disturb them. Ludwig could be kind, he knew the need for rest as well as work so he allowed the four their small cut of peace.

While they'd slept the morning hours away Ludwig had been working. Readying his men and weapons, readying all the defences he could afford. He did not intend to drag this out, one short scuffle on the battle field and this conflict would end, they could not afford the manpower and expenses for an all-out war. Everyone knew this, on both sides. It was paramount that this be wrapped up in one quick sweep.

"Alright." Jett murmured, breaking Ludwig from his thoughts as he watched the other's tired body force itself back up. "Let's keep going."

"Halt." Germany said quietly, ushering Jett back down onto the dirt with a weary expression. "Rest for a moment. We'll try again after a break, for now just listen to strategy."

Jett eventually followed orders and sat back down across from his German trainer. Ludwig knew the importance of training but he also knew that without the correct tactics they'd be undone even with all their efforts.

"You are not to engage with America." Ludwig started simply. "His weapon is long range, you'll do no good against him with your machete unless you get close enough and the likelihood of that happening without getting shot is low."

"You intend to fight with America then? You have a long ranged weapon, as well." Jett noted and Ludwig nodded calmly.

"You and Russia will be able to fight against England and France, they both use blades so you'll be able to get close."

Jett shifted uncomfortably at the thought of locking blades with Arthur, in the past they'd both been left with a mark from the other. But he would be able to fight France instead, that seemed safer. He would leave Arthur to Russia…maybe. Sometimes Jett couldn't help himself, if he saw Arthur he might not be able to help attacking him….or just maybe he'd turn tail and run at the sight of the other.

Jett never could tell till he was there.

Ludwig seemed to notice Jett's unease and frowned. Reaching over Ludwig rest his hand atop Jett's head, patting the other in a comforting way.

"One last push." He encouraged quietly. "This is the last one and then England won't be around to bother you or your brothers anymore. You'll be free of him."

Jett's jaw clenched but he said nothing. He gave a single nod to those words but with his gaze directed to the ground, out of Ludwig's sight, Jett made an agonised face. If he imagined it, even for a second if he imagined England in that way he'd break. If Jett imagined Arthur was dead…he'd not be able to do it.

"That's what you want, isn't it, Australia?" Ludwig tested tensely and got another mute nod from the other. Jett was afraid of what would happen to him if he told Ludwig of his doubts. He couldn't go through last night again so soon.

"It's alright." Ludwig murmured comfortingly, not guessing Jett's true troubles. "If you're frightened, it's okay." Drawing the other closer to him Ludwig displayed one of those rare moments of publicly shown affection. It was brief but it did lift Jett's spirits slightly. Ludwig wasn't a bad trainer, he seemed to know when someone needed a little boost but that didn't mean he was an easy trainer. Jett was going to come away from this single session with more bruises than he had from the night before.

"Alright." Ludwig spoke sharply, kicking back into military mode. "Up, we'll try again."

Jett nodded obediently and forced himself back onto two feet. While Ludwig gathered himself up, the Australian took a single glance up towards the sky, a thick blanket of storm clouds was slowly rolling over them. Frowning, Jett glanced between Ludwig and the somewhat threatening clouds. Noticing his gaze Ludwig glanced upwards as well and sighed.

"We cannot always rely on good weather." He admitted dryly. "Somehow I doubt England will be warded off by some rain."

"Stranger things have happened." Jett countered with a careless shrug, he would have liked it if the rain postponed all this.

"Like headache inducing falling stars…" Ludwig looked as though he was remembering something that made him feel a little bit queasy.

"What?"

"Forget about it..."

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One Last Game.

The sun was beginning to drop down by the time they finished. Drenched in sweat and wobbly on his feet Jett stood in the field, hands propped against his knees as his desperate gulping breaths stung his dry throat. They hadn't had a break since lunch time and even then all Jett got was a glass of water and a sympathetic Italy. Worn and beaten Jett was beginning to fret.

As he stood staring at his own shadow on the dirty ground, Jett watched as small drops of sweat would roll off his cheek and hair to drip onto the orange lit ground. The setting sun had caused the sky to light up in a vibrant display of yellows and reds, Italy found it beautiful but to Jett it looked like the world was bleeding. The thick blanket of clouds that had started to settle over them was only getting thicker and it beat back against the orange glow of the sky, colour slowly being blotted out by inky black clouds. No matter which way Jett looked at the sky it was grim, either it was bleeding or it was blacking out.

Closing his eyes Jett took a few more deep breaths, forcing air into his unwilling lungs as he listened to the pounding of his heart in his head. Jett's knees continued to wobble and shake, having been pushed past their limit by Ludwig's training but he didn't collapse, feeling the need to appear stronger than he really was. If he didn't shape up by the time Arthur arrived there'd be no point in pretending.

"Are you alright, comrade?" Jett didn't look up as a large pair of boots walked into his downward line of sight. With a dry laugh, Jett nodded.

"Yeah, just occurred to me that I'm probably going to die tonight." He admitted nonchalantly. He couldn't see Russia's expression so he didn't notice the genuine surprise he displayed.

"Jett sounds….okay with that." Russia said slowly, his tone impossible to place.

"Ha. Now that you mention it." Jett's eyes opened slightly again and he smiled faintly as he stared down at his shadow. "I suppose I don't mind it so much. I wore out my welcome a few decades back."

Silence followed Jett's comment. He'd not actually meant all that much by it, just thinking out loud but Russia seemed to take it very seriously and it was only when the familiar freezing wash of air passed over Jett that he glanced up.
Russia was staring at him with those scary wide eyes of his, smile absent from his face as the all too familiar purple glow shrouded them both. Realising he may have unintentionally ticked the large nation off, Jett grinned as if trying to reassure him.

"I don't plan on dying tonight, Ivan. All I meant was…I wouldn't mind if tonight was it. I'm just happy that I was here with some friends even if it was only for a little while." Jett shrugged carelessly.

"You win some and you lose some, at the end of the day it doesn't matter to me all that much anymore. But you know it's okay if you keep the cooler on." He laughed, wiping sweat from his brow as he did. "I'm boiling here."

"Does Germany know?" Russia asked, his expression barely softening but the aura did recede slightly though he ignored Jett's carefree attitude. "About this way of thinking?"

Jett scoffed out a laugh and looked up at Russia with a shit eating grin. "Do you think I'd be out here right now if he did?"

Russia's expression remained blank as his eyes drifted off to the side, considering something. It occurred to Jett that Ivan probably found him hard to manage. Due to his current state of mind Jett had a tendency to change behaviour drastically judging by situation. It was entirely possible that, as his true self, Jett would be hated by Russia.

"No. I suppose not…" Russia agreed finally and Jett's smirk faded to a simple smile.

"Does that bother you, Russia? Worried about little ol' me?" He asked, teasing more than anything else. He was afraid of the fight to come and so he followed the oldest of Australian traditions, jokes in poor taste.
So it bothered Jett when Russia didn't respond, he was taking this too seriously.

With an agitated sigh, Jett shoved himself to his feet and jerked his hand out towards Russia. Taken by surprise, Ivan let out a confused yelp as he was suddenly pulled by the Australian. Jett didn't say anything to Ivan as he tugged him along, it was only when he caught sight of Japan and Italy that he let out a call.

"Oi!" He shouted, one arm lifted high above his head in a casual, beckoning wave. "Over here, you two! Come on, we're going to have some fun."

"What are you doing, comrade?" Ivan asked, stumbling over his confusion. He received a backwards glance and a grin.

"Well, if I might die tonight we're going to have one hell of a last night. Let's make an afternoon you won't forget in a hurry." Jett was warm again. Russia could only stare at the other as he all but glowed. The hand that held Russia's freezing hand was all but burning with the gentle heat it radiated. With violet hues staring wide at the male that tugged him Russia hesitated before holding the hand that pulled him along.

Russia knew it just as well as anyone else. This was not warmth, the heat that radiated off of Jett was a fire and if someone got too close it would burn them. Even so, it was warm and bright. Ivan found it impossible to resist and under the material of his glove Russia could feel the burns from the night before throbbing. Yes, even if Russia got burnt by this heat he would never give up trying to obtain even an ounce of warmth.
And so with his icy hand locked with Jett's burning skin Ivan smiled and trailed after the other happily.

"Alright everyone!" Jett announced loudly once he'd gotten the three other nations with him. Ludwig was the only one missing but none of them dared disturb him as they all knew he was frantically preparing for that night. "We're going to play some games, objections?"

Ivan continued smiling childishly, he was always interested in a game and Italy was no better than an excited child himself so there was no objections from those two. Kiku was a little more hesitant but looking at his three companions and their expectant faces, he decided against protesting though that didn't stop him from questioning the idea.

"What kind of games do you mean, Australia?" Kiku asked inquisitively. "More hide and seek?"

"Ha! Not a chance." Jett smirked. "We're playing some real kids games now. If Ludwig catches us mucking around he'll spit the dummy for sure." After saying this Jett began to look around the ground, picking up various kinds of sticks as he did.

"So we're playing war games." Jett explained while picking up a sturdier looking stick and holding it out to Italy who was already shaking. "Don't worry though, it's just a game." He said to calm Feli before he panicked. "Like what I played back home when I was still a little ankle biter."

Italy finally took the stick, still hesitant but at least no longer terrified. Jett repeated this process with both Kiku and Ivan before looking to find himself a bit of wood. It took some time but thankfully the left over carcass of Ludwig's basement had plenty of splintered goods that would do the trick.

"Not quite like the ones back home but this should make a fine shield." Jett decided with a small nod as he pulled free a fairly thin plank of wood. It was broad and would easily shield his whole body, without being so heavy as to stop him from moving about.
With that done he turned to the three and grinned.

"This game is really simple, but first I'm going to need a stone." What he eventually pulled free of the rubble was about the size of his fist and sat neatly in his palm as his other arm held his makeshift shield.

"Right, listen up. You three only have one job, you have to stop me." Jett pointed to himself. "From getting this." He gestured to the rock. "To the house." He nodded back towards Ludwig's place.

"You land one blow on me with your weapon and I have to drop the rock. Hence why I have this." He lifted the shield. "Simple, eh?"

"Ah! Doesn't that sound dangerous!?" Feli cried in alarm. "I don't want to hurt Jett…"

"Trust me, it'll be fine. Besides usually this game is played with projectiles, but I didn't want to try getting rocks hurled at me so we'll use sticks instead. There's no need to worry, it's just a game." Jett grinned enthusiastically. He hadn't played this game for years and had forgotten just how exciting the whole thing was.

"What happens once we win?" Russia asked pleasantly, he seemed fairly keen on this. Jett tried not to be creeped out by that.

Jett merely smirked arrogantly in response to that question. "What do you mean when you win? Ha! I'm not going to lose to you so easily." He warned. "If you can somehow win against me, we'll talk about a prize then."

Russia smiled all the more though Jett had a feeling he was annoyed by that comment. Russia didn't like losing; he was just like a child, after all. Jett was no different, he wasn't going to lose this game easily and so, with a confident grin stretching from ear to ear, Jett threw the stone up into the air and began the game.

The flurry of movement almost took Jett off guard as the game began. The rock fell back down to land in his hand easily enough but not a moment later he had to block a savage blow to the right.

Raising his shield Jett was forced back by the force of Ivan's strike. Thankfully the stick only met with Jett's shield and he was left unharmed and still in the game. He and Ivan paused for a moment as their respective weapons collided; Russia retained his smile though Jett was sure that he was agitated he didn't immediately win.

Pulling a new smirk onto his face Jett pulled his shield back and with one swing of his arm used it as a club-like weapon against Ivan. The Russian was surprisingly fast, considering how fast he'd gotten to Jett's side to attack, Jett knew he'd need to be more cautious. Ivan was big but he certainly wasn't slow. Ivan and Jett leapt away from one another and without another thought Jett took off, making a bee-line for the house. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Italy still hadn't moved. No doubt still uncertain about this game of theirs but Japan was nowhere to be seen.

For a brief second that concerned Jett and not a moment later he was proved right in his concern. It was pure luck that he happened to look upwards at the time when Japan jumped down towards him.

Barking out a cry of surprise Jett pushed himself off to the side, rolling away from the male's downward swing. This served to remind Jett that Japan was well known for his sword play and should not be taken lightly. Jett couldn't help but smile when he thought about it, even though it was only a game his allies were quite powerful, perhaps he shouldn't need to fear dying that night. It'd be nice if he could play with them again another day.

"Not bad, you two." Jett laughed, mockingly holding up the rock to the two as they watched with wary gazes, looking for an opportunity. "But you haven't won yet."

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One Last Word

High above the clouds continued to roll in, blacking out the sky that had once been so vibrant and full of life. As the echo of distantly rumbling thunder shook the ground, the air became thick with the promise of rain that was soon to fall. But it was not the dreary sky above that had caught the attention of the world's occupants, instead it was those under the blanket of the murky sky that drew the most attention.

Arthur stood by the window in his room, his single seeing eye staring out at the bleak scenery that rolled in. His hand lay against the hilt of his sword, clutching the weapon that had served him for many decades with a sense of desperation. It was a good blade but he had not always wielded it well and for that Arthur knew he had failed as a swordsman, in truth this blade had been tainted by the blood of those he wished not to injure. Still he'd never part with it nor grow to hate it, the sword he held tightly that night would serve to remind him of his wrong doings and more importantly it would right them.

"How utterly miserable." Arthur uttered distastefully, how he hated the downpour of a summer storm. Closing his eyes Arthur wished quietly to himself, hand clutching his sword tighter still. In the darkness of the slowly setting sun Arthur made a selfish wish all to himself. Wishing for the happy ending he knew was slowly slipping away with the daylight.

Quietly, all to himself Arthur wished he could rewrite history itself.

Of course wishing like that was no good to a human and even less logical for a country. History was all they had sometimes when there seemed no way to move forward towards the future without trampling over other nations to do it. Sometimes just for a moment they all had the same thought, the same selfish plea as they wished for the earth to stop spinning. Time took everything from them, time took away their smiling faces and stole away those that were once loved ones. War and depression ripped through them time after time but still they stood with heads held high.

"They come first." Arthur reminded himself quietly. In his hazy vision Arthur saw the people of his land. Young and old, to come and already gone, they were fleeting lights in the dark that kept them alive and smiling. They were short lives but when they shone they shone most brilliantly. Arthur knew it from long ago, a promise he'd passed onto his boys, a loyal word of love and protection.
They come first.

Even when war tore at their aging hearts or hatred blinded their true selves the countries only ever had one thing to cling to, only even had one thing they cared about and that was the people. Whether it be right or wrong, it mattered not because no matter how cruel or heinous the act may be if it was in the name of the humans it was the only way, the only thing that mattered in the whole world.
Arthur knew it well and he believed it and that was why on that day it broke Arthur's heart to do something selfish. But just this once…it was for him.

Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Arthur placed his fist against the glass of the window that depicted a world outside that he'd see grow old and die long before himself. The humans would come and go and he'd love each and every one of his countries people but Arthur would not be alone. He'd do this to obtain just an ounce of happiness even if it was foolish and greedy, Arthur needed just once for something to be given back to him.
Just this once he did not want to act as 'England' but instead as 'Arthur', he was not saving 'Australia' he was saving 'Jett'.

"Oi." Arthur lifted his head slightly, hearing Scotland speaking to him gruffly from the door. "She wants to talk with ya before we go."

Arthur nodded mutely and pushed away from the window and walked towards the door and his older brother. As he approached Scot looked at him from the corner of his eyes and uttered quietly.

"Haven't seen that look for a while." Reaching out Scotland roughly pat England's back, rough enough to make his little brother stumble. "Keep it on." With that Scot turned and walked away from Arthur calling back a quick 'keep it quick' before vanishing down the hall.

England stared after his brother and a small amused smile came onto his face. Straightening himself up, Arthur mused to himself. "Well I'll be, even that drunken mess can be supportive." If he believed that was truly his big brother's intentions or not, Arthur was unsure but he'd think of it like that, so he'd have the courage to speak openly to her.

What would she think of his selfish self?

Steeling himself Arthur walked in the opposite direction from his brother, towards the room he knew she would be waiting for him in. Striding down the dimly lit halls of his home Arthur took no time to admire the pictures that neatly hung on the walls, elegantly surrounded by golden frames nor did he pause to admire the craftsmanship of the cleverly designed wooden doors and walls. The beauty and revered sophistication of his home did little to calm Arthur's beating heart. He knew at this moment he would be facing the last person he wished to displease, his most important human.

Stopping out front of the room she resided in, Arthur stared blankly at the lovely wooden door with the same vacant expression he wore when looking at all of the small wonders of his home. The physical splendour of the home he slaved over was no longer of any interest to Arthur, he couldn't admire the appeal of lifeless objects any longer. This time he needed to see something living and happy to see beauty again. Closing his eyes, Arthur took a steady intake of breath before using the back of his hand to gently knock against the door, awaiting in silence until he heard that quietly spoken invitation.

Almost wishing he had not been granted entrance Arthur pushed the door open and stepped inside, he was cautious not to allow himself any degree of hesitation or sloppiness as he approached the seated human that waited patiently for him by the window.

As Arthur approached where she sat he noticed that more lines had accumulated on her delicate hand that rested comfortably on the seat's arm. He knew that when he looked on his precious human once again she would have continued to move past him, growing old and gradually fading away as all humans did and although Arthur had long since grown used to this fact, it still caused a painful ache to return in his chest.

Coming to a stop behind the place she sat, Arthur bowed deeply at the waist and spoke in a gentle and polite tone.

"Ma'am, you called for me?" At first Arthur received no response and assumed such silence meant his lady was agitated with him. Closing his eyes tight, Arthur tried to defend his actions.

"I do not mean to upset you, my lady." He said quickly. "But as things are now I saw no other choice than to send aid to Australia. They're still our colony; I know most believe that only to be an arrangement of convenience and not a true binding of nations, but to me…" Arthur faltered, knowing what he said next held no weight as England but instead as Arthur. "…to me, Australia is precious."

Arthur kept his head low even as he heard his lady stand from her seat, the sound causing him to cringe slightly. Arthur wished to raise his head and help her, he knew how a human's body became frail with age and his precious lady had lived for many years, but still she never showed signs of weakness even when her body seemed to desire rest. Although he wished to aid her he could not raise his head until given the permission he needed.

As Arthur awaited his scolding in a state of nervousness he listened to gently padding of his lady's gentle steps. As she neared him, Arthur tensed himself unintentionally.

"Sir Kirkland…" She spoke in her sweet voice, softened with age and kindness but never failing her superior title. "Never before have you asked me for a selfish desire."

Arthur felt guilt grow slowly inside of him, causing his chest to tighten painfully. Keeping his head bowed as he waited for the denial to come. Instead of an ear whipping or an argument, however, Arthur felt a gentle weight press against the top of his head as his lady tenderly pet her nation. Surprised, Arthur's eyes snapped open wide and he raised his head just slightly to look at the smiling face of his lady.

"Ma'am…?" He spoke uncertainly, he did not know what to expect in that moment.

"I have served my country for many years." The queen said wearily with a faint smile lingering on her face. "More years than most before me. However, you have served this land for longer than any of us and you will continue to serve it until the day it ceases to be."

Arthur's expression fell slightly as he finished the obvious conclusion to that thought. "So I should continue to serve now and discard this selfish foolishness...?"

"Not necessarily." Chortling quietly, the queen looked on at her surprised nation's face and smiled endearingly. "You are Arthur Kirkland, you are England and you are the people." She reminded him soothingly.

"They come first." Arthur echoed knowingly.

"Quite right. However, they are you. All those lives that reside within you and all those people that you live for are all right here." A gentle hand pressed against Arthur's chest. "So you can do no selfish act. You can do no more than serve your people and should your people wish to save Australia…you will also have that wish."

"My lady? Do you mean to say…?" Arthur's eyes widened when he realised she was not going to deny him what he wanted. Seeing the realisation dawn in Arthur, the queen chuckled whole heartedly.

"Return home safe and sound. You have already lost your sight in this bloody affair, I will lose no more of you to it." She instructed calmly. "And bring that young man back home with you, I intend to have a stern word with the boy." Pressing a fragile hand to her nation's cheek, the queen smiled warmly. "You've already done so much and asked for so little, Arthur. This time we will do something for you. Sir Kirkland, you have my blessing."

Arthur was unable to suppress the beaming smile that lit up his whole face. His lady had always been kind towards him and always worried about his health, but this was beyond anything he could have asked for. Bowing hurriedly, Arthur felt excitement growing rapidly in place of uncertainty.

"This is more than I deserve, my lady. Thank you very much. I could not have asked for a lovelier queen." Smiling warmly, Arthur looked back up at his lady. "When I return with the lad, I will be sure to bring him here."

"Off with you now. You mustn't be late for your own war." The queen advised firmly. "You must be sure to win and return home, I'll be waiting for you. And, Arthur, remember just who you're doing this for." She reminded him.

Nodding enthusiastically, Arthur began to head out the door in a much less orderly fashion to how he had come in. He was jittery, nervous but most of all he was relieved that he had permission from his people and queen to carry this out. He had the support of the nations that had joined him and now also those closest to him and very soon he'd have his little brother back home and this time he'd most definitely show Jett he could defend him and be by his side.

"Oh, and Arthur," His queen called, causing him to pause with his hand still clutching the door handle. When he glanced over his shoulder, the queen smiled and added firmly. "Let's not create a habit of this."

"Of course, your majesty." Arthur chuckled as he closed the door behind him. Once the queen's eyes were off him, Arthur began to rapidly pace down the hall, no thought went into appearance or gentlemanly behaviour as he very nearly broke into a run. Arthur knew that they would be waiting for him in the lower levels, preparing their weapons.
Arthur would polish his guns and the frog would no doubt be looking over Arthur's sword collection. They weren't playing around anymore, this had to be the last one. This was going to end tonight and Arthur was going to come away the victor. Even if he had to cut through Germany and Russia to do it.
England would prevail.

The queen's words echoed in his head as he opened the door to the room where the others waited impatiently, her question buzzing about insistently, bugging him to admit just who it was for. Alfred turned to look at Arthur, cradling his gun protectively as he grinned. They knew it was time to go and as Arthur took his first step into the war, he remembered what he had to.

I'm doing this all for him. Arthur smiled faintly as he acknowledged that. Just this once Arthur would do something selfish for someone else.

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…

One Last Promise

Skidding violently to a halt, Jett had to take off from the ground once again, no room for rest as he dodged the violent onslaught. Russia's attacks were the ones he had to look out for most closely,

while he was fast Ivan's strength was unparallel and every time he would meet one of the Russian's strikes with the shield, Jett feared it would break in two as he was hurled back by the force.
Japan was no easy match either, his speed and stealth made keeping him within Jett's sights almost impossible. While Ivan caused Jett fear of grievous bodily harm, Japan made Jett worried he might be struck and not even see it coming.

"Found you!" A happy voice called from his right and again Jett was just able to stop a bone crushing blow from Russia. If the other did not announce himself so often, Jett may not have been so lucky.

Jett's body was pushed back a few good paces due to the force of Ivan's hit. Jett had learned early on he could use Ivan's pure force to propel himself back a good distance and then escape off into the trees again. This time was no different. Skidding back Jett jammed the shield into the ground to slow himself before quickly diving off into cover once again, leaving behind the sound of Ivan making a pitiful whine of disappointment when another attack failed. Though he still giggled, obviously noticing how Jett struggled to keep up this constant defence.

It was because of these two skilled players that Jett was struggling to hold his own. He reasoned that had he been in top shape this wouldn't be hard but Jett knew that even at his peak fending off the two was no easy task. Still, he could not wipe the grin from his lips as he dashed through the trees and dodged incoming blows. They'd been at this game for quite some time now and all thoughts of war and death were far from their minds as they played. All Jett could focus on was the end goal, Germany's house. The distance between the house and himself had grown, Ivan and Kiku having successfully driven him back into the trees and should he try to make a break for the house he'd need to cover a vast area of open land. Should he end up on the open field he could very well be attacked by both at the same time and even Jett couldn't keep them both at bay.

Knowing this Jett decided the best thing to do would be to lose them in the trees before diving into the open, hopefully giving him enough time to create the distance he needed to reach the house.
So for the past ten minutes that was exactly what he'd been doing, it took a great deal of effort but he found that after a while of running and hiding, the attack from both Ivan and Kiku died off and the sounds of following footsteps were only occasionally heard in the distance. Using this pause to catch his breath Jett smirked mirthlessly, knowing he'd lost them in the trees. He was an Aussie, if it was bushland it was his territory.

Stopping against one of the trees that he'd used as cover Jett allowed himself a few grateful gasps of air. His legs were burning and his arms ached from holding both stone and shield but the wild pounding of his head and the buzz of excitement was hard to kill. Leaning back against the rough wood of the tree, Jett closed his eyes and released a blissful sigh as he thought about his next move.

"Right…" Jett breathed gleefully once he felt ready enough to move again. "Now for the house."

Thrusting himself away from the tree Jett made a beeline through the trees towards the house and the flat stretch of land between he and it. Jett was cautious not to make too much noise as he dashed through the trees, able to put his days as a convict boy to good use as he snuck by unnoticed, no doubt this would annoy Ivan the most. He did so hate losing.

Snickering at the thought Jett continued on his path, finding the trees were thinning out and hiding became harder, he could only hope he'd lost Kiku and Ivan far enough back to not be noticed. Stopping briefly Jett ducked low by a splintering tree, scanned the surrounding trees and the flat grassy land that lay behind them. There was no sign of the Japanese man or the Russian anywhere. Satisfied, Jett took another step towards the field waiting beyond the trees and then his ear picked up the sharp sound of a twig snapping under a heavy boot. Immediately Jett ran, he knew Kiku would make no sound when walking so the person who broke the twig must have been Ivan and Jett was fairly confident that with some distance and a great burst of speed he could outrun the Russian.

The second his feet took off in flight the single step that had broken a twig became pounding footsteps behind him. Daring not pause or look back Jett continued to fly out of the trees, he was almost out when the footsteps vanished from behind him followed by a loud crashing sound as though something large had hit the ground. The sudden lack of a pursuer confused Jett and without meaning to, he faltered, feet stumbling to a clumsy stop as he turned sharply to the side, eyes seeking out the Russian he knew must have been just behind him only seconds before.

As green hues swept over the landscape he did not catch sight of the usual pale figure anywhere behind him. Puzzled, Jett put a hand on his hip with a frown. For a moment Jett became worried. Could Ivan have tripped somewhere back there, that would explain the sound. Uncertainly, Jett decided calling would be the safest option for now.

"Ivan? You 'right back there, mate?" No answer. Jett's worry and uncertainty grew and cautiously he took a few steps back towards the trees, back towards where he'd heard footsteps.
"Come on, if you're hurt or something you gotta say so!" Jett called, putting a bit more force into the call. He couldn't keep playing if someone was hurt, they had very strict rules for that where he came from.
First, see if anything was seriously wrong with the injured, stop whatever game was being played and if decided they weren't too messed up proceed with the taunting and mocking immediately. It was an unspoken code, simplified it was, check then laugh.

Deciding that checking on Ivan came first, Jett wandered back towards the trees, keeping an eye out for any surprise attacks. Eventually he saw something that caused his caution to be thrown to the wind. Laying a small distance away from Jett was what looked like Ivan. He was crumpled back against a fallen tree, looking as though he had tripped over and fallen back against the rough wood.
Immediately Jett discarded his shield – though not the rock, he still refused to release what was considered victory – as he rushed over to Ivan, calling to him as he did.

"Hey, Ivan!" Jett all but shouted as he neared the unresponsive nation. "Seriously, answer me already! Are you 'right?"

The moment Jett was within arm's length of the other he was caught. Without a word, Ivan reached out and with an unmatched grip he pulled Jett down to his knees. Jett gave a single shout of alarm before he was pulled off balance and came crashing down to the ground by Ivan's side. He was not given the chance to escape or even regain his sense of direction as Ivan's other arm whipped out to wrap around his shoulders, pulling Jett down against his icy coat.
The hand that had yanked Jett down in the first place was now used to hold the back of Jett's head, keeping him trapped against Ivan.

Jett's mind was still a little bit jumbled by the sudden flurry of movement in which he had no control. When he did come around to his current position, however, he was furious, face exploding bright red the moment he realised he'd been deceived by the other.
"You tricked me, you bastard!" Jett shouted angrily, pushing at Ivan's chest only to find his arms were frozen bars of iron, keeping him in.

"Da, I tricked you." Ivan chuckled gleefully, all too pleased with his handiwork. "But you left Ivan no choice!" He added in dismay. "Jett wasn't letting Ivan catch him."

"That's the idea!" Jett grunted angrily while continuing to struggle about.

"Well this way Ivan wins!" Russia announced happily and Jett's struggling stopped. "You give up now, da? I get prize for winning now?" In response to that Jett's shoulders began to shake with laughter, confusing Ivan somewhat.

"Did you forget the rules of the game?" Jett asked mockingly. "It's not me you got to catch, it's the rock. You got to hit me with the stick I gave you to make me drop the stone to win. You just grabbed me."

Puffing out his cheeks childishly, Ivan's eyes narrowed in thought. He understood the importance of rules, especially in games but he had put the stick down in favour for this sneaky tactic. He would need to release Jett to grab at it.

"What if Jett drops rock or Ivan takes rock?" He asked slowly, looking for a loop hole. Jett ground his teeth angrily. In truth if Ivan could get him to drop the rock he could have it.

"I guess if I dropped it…" He admitted begrudgingly, after all Jett wasn't one to cheat in children's games although he loved to win very badly. Immediately Ivan's face lit up behind his scarf.

"Then Jett will drop stone!" He announced and proceeded to try grabbing for the rock. Jett moved the rock away from Ivan, holding it far up and out of the other's reach. Pouting, Ivan cast an unhappy look to Jett before reaching for the rock again only to have it moved a second time. This time when Ivan looked at the Jett they were both glaring childishly at one another and thus began the game of keep away. Their hands moving fairly quickly as each tried to keep hold of the rock.

After a few more failed attempts Russia whined in annoyance. "Jett! Let go!" He demanded childishly while reaching for the stone, but by this point Jett was too busy laughing at the absurdity of the whole ordeal to really notice. Ivan had released Jett in his efforts to grab hold of the rock and quickly the Aussie used this opening to leap up to his feet, holding the stone tauntingly in front of Ivan as he did.

"So that means you lost the stick, eh? Well, looks like you're out of the game." He said haughtily, rubbing it in a bit much. "Without it you got no hope of ever winning anything!" Jett went into full

assault, taking a page from Prussia's book as he crowed about how awesome he was at this game and in his gloating completely missed the little form walking up behind him.

"Poke." Jett froze as a little voice whispered the word accompanied by the soft jabbing of something pointy into the small of his back.

Stopping dead mid-sentence Jett stood like a statue, rock still held high in front of Ivan and mouth still open in mid-taunt. While Jett froze in that now embarrassing position, Russia's face broke into an eerie grin while Jett remained about as active as a statue the Russian gathered himself up to his feet.

Without a word, Ivan reached out and calmly took the rock from Jett's hand. "Looks like you're out of game, little Australia." He spoke pleasantly, rubbing salt into Jett's injured pride.

Standing behind him with the stick still pressed to Jett's back Italy smiled shakily. Jett had almost forgotten about the little Italian entirely, he'd been so focused on not being blindsided by Russia or Japan that he forgot all about the fourth player. After all Italy hadn't attacked him at all during the long game. Only now did Feliciano pitch in and it was a single soft pock to the back that was Jett's downfall.

"Did we win?" Feli asked excitedly as Jett's face slowly fell into an expression of utter humiliation, head dropping low as his shoulders sagged. This depressed state alarmed Italy. "Ah! Jett, what's wrong?

Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to!" He began to gush and fret over Jett all the while Russia's smile grew.

"Da, we win." Russia announced happily. "So we get prize!"

Italy piped up at this and began to bounce about excitedly. "What prize? What prize? Could I get pasta? Oh! Or maybe we could have lots of sleepovers again?" He began to throw out ideas faster than Jett's poor humiliated mind could process.

"Prize should be…uh…" Ivan paused thoughtfully before smiling sweetly. "Become one with Russia, da?"

"Absolutely not!" Jett barked, suddenly exploding into life as he quickly denied Ivan's idea with an X marked across his chest with his arms.

"Eh…?" Ivan complained, looking innocently surprised.

"Don't you 'eh' me!" Jett continued to rage, pointing at Ivan furiously. "That's not an option, pick a different prize or you get nothing at all!"

"Tickets." Ivan answered immediately, taking Jett off guard. He had been prepared to argue to the very bitter end with Ivan over the prize, but he seemed content to suddenly change it.

"To what…?" Jett muttered, his fire draining away as the finger he had pointed so rigidly fell slightly.

"To Australia. For Christmas." Ivan clarified simply and Italy's eyes lit up as well.

"That's right, Australia promised to show us a summer Christmas at his place this year!" Italy nodded enthusiastically. "I want a ticket, as well. Can we, can we?"

Jett was taken aback by their request, standing with a blank stare as they chose their prize. His mind desperately fumbled with the unfamiliar sensation this request brought. He felt warm to his very core, sure he'd talked about it a lot and wanted to but he hadn't been so sure anyone would actually come.

"But…tonight…" He was just able to choke out as he tried to deal with the odd happiness he felt. "What if I…?"

"Then promise." Ivan said firmly. "The tickets will mean you have to show us Christmas. Means Jett must be alive." Jett stared at Ivan with wide eyes but the Russian gave away nothing in his gaze and a glance at Italy only showed extreme excitement and glee.

"I agree." Jett jumped as a voice presented itself next to him. He hadn't even noticed Japan walking up to his side, the quiet nation had disappeared for a good half of the game and Jett wondered if he had really been that lost. "Tickets for Christmas would be a good idea."

Jett was silent for a long while before he let out a laugh, unable to suppress the happy sound. He felt warm all over and while he wasn't quite ready to openly admit how happy he was, Jett was able to express it just a little bit.
"It's a deal then…tickets for summer to my place."

"There you are!" All four looked up to see Ludwig standing with arms crossed, just outside of the forest-like area. "What are you all doing? Get a move on!" He ordered before noticing how dishevelled they all looked. Jett had looked like hell after training but now Russia and Japan were a little bit ruffled.
Confused, Ludwig lowered his arms and peered at them cautiously, no one seemed injured at all so he could rule out actual fighting but that didn't explain what they had been doing.

"Sorry, Ludwig." Jett turned to the other with a small smile. "We were playing…I guess we got a little bit caught up in it. Forgot about tonight…"

Ludwig's expression softened slightly as he gestured for them all to come out. As they began to walk from the trees Ludwig noticed Russia holding a rock very protectively. He cast a questioning glance but did no more than that, it was best not to question the Russian too much. He noticed Japan holding something as well and when Kiku noticed Ludwig's gaze on the phone he held he merely looked away. Ludwig knew what he would have done and was grateful for it though he did not know if calling China did them any actual good. He'd ask later.

When Jett was about to walk past Ludwig along with the others, the German stopped him with a single outstretched hand. Feli paused as well but when given the silent order to return to the house he gave Jett one last glance before rushing off after Kiku and Ivan.

"Playing games?" Ludwig repeated quietly, questioning the whole event.

"They looked like they needed a pick me up." Jett explained calmly. "No one is exactly cheery at the moment. Thought a little bit of smiling would do them some good."

Ludwig frowned but he knew this was just how Jett's country ran things. It was not strange for soldiers to do similar things before war and Australia was quite well known for their cheerful attitude in terrible situations. Ludwig had not realised this included Jett who was usually too gnarly to have any real fun, but apparently even he knew the need for some light heartedness on the battle field.

"What kind of games." Ludwig asked, using a conversational tone with Jett. They had to establish a less…unstable relationship. The night before was fresh in both their minds and while Ludwig felt the need to apologise he still did not allow himself to do so. Jett was feeling a little similar, he wanted to question Ludwig some more and possibly even admit to how shaken it made him, but his pride kept him from doing it.
So they were left to try and create a functioning relationship with small talk.

"War games." Jett responded with a wicked grin as he explained the game and outcome to Ludwig. The German listened, though he looked troubled by some parts of the game.

"What if you'd been hurt before battle?" Ludwig scolded gently. "If Ivan had hit you…"

"It was fine. Though the cheeky little shit did trick me." Jett cursed Ivan again, blaming him for his loss in the first place.

"Ah yes…" Ludwig murmured, remembering what Jett had told him about Ivan's little trick. It worried Ludwig more than he let on. After all Jett was too soft sometimes, if he could be fooled so easily into thinking someone had been hurt and risked losing then what would that mean on the battlefield? Anxiously, Ludwig glanced over to Jett as they walked side by side and sized up his next words carefully.

"Today…when we fight." He spoke slowly. "Do not engage England or any of your brothers."

"But earlier you said…" Jett began to complain but Ludwig remained firm.

"You must not. I know I told you not to attack America, but I believe it would be more dangerous to attack England."

"You're worried I won't be able to do it." Jett noted flatly. Ludwig did not deny it and instead opted for silence, further pushing Jett to object.

"I've attacked him before, I've fought with him before. I'm able to do it!" He insisted. "I took his eye, didn't I? I'm not weak I can do it!"

"But do you want to?" Ludwig barked angrily. The moment the question left him he regretted it, biting his lip in frustration as he looked away from Jett. The lie had slowly been unravelling right before their eyes. The false relationship they formed had all too suddenly become real and the small amount of suffering Ludwig had wanted to cause had changed into war. Above all else…Jett's hatred for England was in question.

They'd been avoiding questions that might further pull apart this façade so when Ludwig spoke those words they were both thrown into a place they did not want to be. Jett did not know what his answer was and Ludwig was afraid to hear it, afraid to let Jett really think about it.
For a few very quiet and uncomfortable seconds nothing was said. Shuffling his weight from foot to foot Jett answered slowly in a gruff tone.

"Look…on the battlefield I don't think that there will be a great amount of control or order. We fight who we fight…I don't know what will happen but I won't let you down." Reaching out, Jett pat Germany's back with a confident grin. "You kept your promise to me at England's place when you came and saved me so I'll keep my promise to you. I'll do well."

"Very well." Ludwig was not reassured but he smiled slightly all the same, more to reassure the Australian than himself. As they walked back to the house together Ludwig's smile fell slightly and he grabbed hold of Jett's hand tightly. The hold caused the Aussie to jerk to a stop and look back at his German partner with a puzzled expression. The firm grip tightened slightly and gradually pulled Jett back to Ludwig, pulling him into an awkward hug. Ludwig's face was on fire and his stiff natured mind was struggling to process the embrace he had started.
Still holding Ludwig's hand Jett's wide eyes drifted shut and his free hand wrapped around Ludwig's back, gently resting a hand on his head. Ludwig squeezed Jett's hand slightly as he whispered.

"Stay alive." He murmured softly. "Do that and I will never be let down. Promise me."

"What..?" Jett repeated blankly.

"I said promise me. That you'll stay alive, promise." Ludwig had been listening, of course he had been quietly spying on the conversation that went down between Italy, Russia and Australia. Ludwig also wanted a promise from Jett…just a little reassurance he would be safe. He did not want to think about the idea of Australia dying that night. He did not want to have the Australian's death on his hands also. Ludwig almost asked for a ticket as well, the request was on the tip of his tongue but he buried it quickly – Ludwig was sure he'd be refused should he ask.

"I promise." Jett agreed, his usually rough voice tender when he uttered the words and Ludwig was barely able to disguise his relieved smile.

With eyes shut Ludwig let out a small breath of relief and he knew exactly what his overreaching reason for all this was.
This is all for me. Jett's promise was also for Ludwig, so that he would not be afraid that day when they fought.

Clearing his throat Ludwig stepped away from Jett, falling back into his usual tough guy behaviour though his hand remained gently linked with Jett's, somewhat devaluing the look.
"Come, we're almost out of time and you're a mess." Ludwig murmured disapprovingly.

"I didn't realise that appearance was important on the battlefield." Jett scoffed.

"Well according to mein big bruder, appearance in battle is paramount." Ludwig murmured back with a twitch of a smile on his face. It never occurred to Germany that Prussia might just fight alongside England that night.

"Germany." Both Ludwig and Jett looked up in surprise when they heard the Japanese male speak to them, using a very formal tone. "Italy and I have something we wish to speak with you about."

Immediately Ludwig's form tensed, becoming formal and stiff as he realised this was no casual, friendly discussion. By the look of it the two had finally made their choice on where they would stand in this fight. With a single firm nod, Ludwig allowed Kiku to lead them back into his own home and to the meeting room where an anxious Feliciano was waiting.
Seeing the three come in he immediately perked up from his position on the lounge, bouncing slightly as he sat though it was clear he was still just a little bit uneasy.

Ludwig and Kiku shared a serious expression and Jett was busily trying to wrap his brain around the situation as he lingered behind Ludwig curiously.

"Sit, sit!" Feli encouraged, gesturing to the seats that lay around the small coffee table. Jett took the offer and sat down on the lounge opposite Feli while Kiku and Ludwig split and took their own seats,

Kiku next to Feli and Ludwig by Jett. Again Jett looked between the three faces, wondering why they seemed to be having a stare off, Ludwig looked concerned as his brows knitted together tightly.

Clearing his throat calmly Japan prepared to speak, they had called the small meeting so it was only right they were the ones who spoke first.

"Mr. Germany, Italy and I have been considering your predicament with England and the others." He began calmly. "We've spoken about it for a good half of the day." How Feli stayed interested that

long was beyond anyone. "The risks involved and the poor rewards are not in our favour…" Kiku began to list the problems but Ludwig was quick to jump in though he also kept it polite and evenly spoken.

"Ja, I understand completely. There is no need for either of you to feel at all apologetic for your decision, I knew it would be as such anyway."

"Ah…Well, Germany, we were going to offer our aid." Kiku spoke, surprised Ludwig had jumped to that conclusion but Germany did not seem to hear him at all.

"It's quite alright, Japan, there's no need for either of you to- Wait…" Ludwig stopped, looking up at the two nations in surprise as the words registered finally. Both were smiling, amused by how firmly

Ludwig had his mind set on being denied help. Now at a loss for words Ludwig could only stare at the two.

"I talked with my brother Romano. Turns out big brother France tried to get Spain to help them but Romano sorted it all out for me! Ve~ Kiku talked lots to China, as well." Italy explained excitedly. At this Jett lifted his head slightly in surprise, looking at the passive faced man opposite him. It linked up in his mind quite quickly, Japan had vanished on two occasions he could think of and he knew for a fact one of those times had been to call someone. So he'd been conversing with his brother for some time now. Jett did not know where China stood in this ordeal though so he couldn't be sure if that was a bad thing or not.

"Hai." Japan confirmed simply. "After some discussion…we came to an agreement. China does not wish to be involved in this, especially seeing as I intend to lend you aid, Germany."

Jett began to smile, thinking this was all very wonderful. They had help from both their friends now, Jett turned to look at Ludwig, expecting a similar expression but instead Ludwig only looked troubled.

"You should not." He said with a small sigh. "I'm sure you understand the situation, Japan…"

"Hai. I do, we both do." He gestured to Italy who just waved excitedly and Jett wondered if he really did understand. "It troubles us to be involved in conflict, especially a conflict with new friends.

However…if this is what Ludwig and Jett desire, then we will do all we can to help obtain it."

Ludwig frowned, trying to be reasonable. He knew it was dangerous and to some extent he had wanted his two allies to remain uninvolved for the sake of their safety. Clearing his throat, Ludwig prepared to thank them and suggest that maybe they try to keep themselves safe first but he never got the chance as the boy by his side shoot upright.

"You can't!" Jett spoke suddenly, standing up with hands pressed flat against the table top as he looked at the two with panicked eyes.

All three pairs of eyes were on the frantic boy. He had seemed pleased a moment before but hearing their reason for giving their aid Jett became worried and guilty. He could not ask those two to put themselves in harm's way for his own desires. Clenching his hands into tightly balled fists, Jett lowered his head and began to speak quickly in a breathless string of desperate words.

"Japan, Italy, I'm grateful for your concern but please do not push yourselves! You said it yourself, you don't want to fight with people you consider friends. Kiku, aren't America and England your precious friends?" Kiku winced at his words. "Don't take up arms against them for a selfish desire of mine!"

He implored the two to re-think their answer. He knew he was effectively making the battle to come more difficult, but he couldn't…he just would not let someone else hurt a friend for him. Hadn't there been enough of that already? Jett wanted all that to end tonight, he wanted people to smile normally again and be with their friends – what he did not want was more suffering to occur.

"If you understand what I'm saying, please withdraw your offer." Jett pleaded with the two. "There is no reason for you to-"

"Jett is wrong." As the Italian's voice sounded out Jett recoiled, silenced by the strangely firm tone of those words. Looking up from his clenched fists Jett saw Feliciano looking at him with a pair of amber hues – his eyes were open and everyone was silent.

"We would do it for you, because you're our precious friend also. Ludwig and Jett need help and we will do anything to help our friends. After all, I believe you would do the same for me, for either of us and so we will do this for you." Italy smiled faintly as he spoke, his melancholy expression hitting Jett deeply.

"I've lost friends in the past to war, I've lost family to it also but at those times I was too small and afraid to even lift a finger to save them. I refuse to allow that to happen again. Ludwig became my cornerstone long ago, he's been with me to tie my shoes for all this time…what kind of best friend would I be if I did not help him now when he feared losing something precious? There is no better reason than that."

"Feli…" Ludwig murmured the other's name, looking flustered by the Italian's determination to help him. Italy only smiled brightly in response.

"Ludwig would do the same for me!" Italy chirped happily. "He always came when I called after all."

"Just as he would for me." Kiku agreed solemnly. "I believe Jett is the same."

Jett stared at the two before a shaky smile came onto his face and his head turned downwards towards his once again clenched hands. Ludwig glanced over to the other, noting the smile he wore and the tears he tried not to shed. It was not often Jett cried in front of Ludwig out of happiness, it was genuinely surprising to the German and it made his chest pinch painfully.

"You two…you're making me look like a bloody ankle biter, knock it off…" Jett spoke pathetically as he rubbed at his eyes in a desperate attempt to hide his embarrassing tears. With enemies knocking at their door, Jett had not expected friends to appear so willingly and to offer help in such a selfless manner. He was used to being on his own in battle, he did not realise he could be given help like this.

"I promise… I promise I'll help you when you need it." Jett said firmly, finally looking up with a smile and slightly wet eyes. "For you, I'll fight any battle. I promise."

Japan and Italy smiled in response and finally the four were in agreement. As they began to smile and laugh together none of them noticed the quiet nation that stood out the door, clutching the faucet tightly in his gloved hands.
Ivan listened as the agreement was made and again wondered what it would be like if someone would do the same thing for him.

Closing his bright eyes Ivan resisted the urge to breath out a small gloomy sigh. Russia had gotten use to being alone a long time ago and even the promise earlier that evening had done little to reassure Ivan that he would truly be able to visit Australia.
He'd never visit Australia if they lost this fight tonight.

Violet hues snapping back open and Ivan's hold on the pipe became painfully tight as he stared blankly into the space ahead of him. He knew what had to be done, they could not lose at any cost that night and he would force Jett to keep his promise if he must.
First of all, Ivan decided excitedly, Australia had to die.

Should America or any of the others die as well, it was of no consequence to Ivan but first and foremost was Australia.
The boy Christian would be Ivan's target, removing any chance that Jett should change his mind or that Chris would somehow be able to ruin his chance to visit.
Secondly, England had to die. That went without saying. However, Ivan knew he would not need to focus on Arthur. He just had to kill the little Australian.

Jett might be upset…Ivan understood that but it couldn't be helped, people died on the battlefield all the time. A small but understandable accident. Jett would understand if he found out but he did not need to know it was Ivan that killed his brother, it would just be one of the many losses of the enemies' side that night.

Just one more small accident.
Ivan couldn't help but giggle.

….

….

One Last Chance.

This wasn't right…

Jett stood alongside Ludwig and the others that had joined them on the battlefield. The sky had long since gone dark, the clouds blocking out any chance of light making it through and soft pitter-patter of rain drops had began to fall to the ground.

It had been a long time since this many countries of this standing had come to the battlefield to fight. However, it wasn't seeing most of the super powers in one place or the fact that Jett knew he'd be fighting against them that worried the Australian, it was the sight of three faces he'd not expected.
It made sense to Jett now that he thought about it, of course they'd come out to fight, of course they would…if they hadn't Jett wouldn't be in enough pain and the world couldn't have that.
Standing on the opposite side were his brothers.

Zea and Chris wore similar expressions to his own, a look of utter despair and desperation. Jett understood they wanted this to end, he really did understand but he also knew backing down was no longer an option. To add to the mounting tension it wasn't only those two that were unexpected faces.
Glaring at his little brother by Chris's side was Gilbert, arms on his hips with a scolding look plastered on his face. The Prussian and Australian stood mirroring their brothers who stood together on the other end of the fighting ground, wearing very different expressions.

By Jett's side Ludwig shifted just slightly, hand reaching for Jett's to clutch tightly as if seeking out support – Jett knew he had not expected to see Gilbert out there to fight him. Although his gloved hand tightly clung to Jett's Ludwig's face remained passive, not allowing himself any room for weakness or open distress. This was the battlefield, there was no time for such weak emotions and so Jett followed suit. His eyes trained not on his brothers but instead on the reason they all stood out there that dreary night.

Standing with America at the head of the group on the opposite, England stood with his head held high and blade in hand. America was holding a gun by his side and Jett knew if he was hit by that gun's bullets there would be no stitching up that would save him – that was America's personal gun.

"Leave the little American to Ivan." Russia said happily, noticing Jett's stare. Immediately Jett looked back at Ivan in surprise.

"Ivan, you can't." He hissed back under his breath. "You're using a close range weapon."

"Oh, don't be worrying!" Ivan replied cheerfully. "Little Alfred and I have played before, da? Will be no different." Jett bit down his response, it was true that Ivan and Alfred had fought very long and bloody battles. If anything one could call Ivan experienced when it came to America, so Jett did not try to argue with him after that and instead turned his attention to Ludwig.

"How…does this work?" He asked finally with a glance at the opposite side.

"We wait, for England to make a move." Ludwig answered stiffly and not a moment later Arthur did just that.

Taking a confident step forward, Arthur broke away from his group and Alfred in favour of taking the first step and presenting himself as the leader. Ludwig tensed but ordered no attack.

"Germany!" Arthur called across the wide space between them. "This is our last offer. I do suggest you consider backing down, there will be more loss than gain from this campaign. Surrender the island nation Australia and we will back down with no casualties."

Arthur's gaze flicked over towards Japan and Italy but the two said nothing at all. China seemed to be the only major nation of the Allies to be missing from this scene. According to what Japan had to say about their conversations, China had agreed to stay well and truly out of it and he had kept his word on that much. However, that did little to set Jett at ease when he saw the others that stood with England.
It was as though almost all his family was there. Not just Chris and Zea but also their elder and somewhat elusive UK brothers. Jett felt uneasy but he tried to keep that buried.

Jett made no move to protest or speak, instead allowing Ludwig to speak. He knew that if for a second he opened his mouth everyone would hear the uncertain words that would fall clumsily from his lips and he'd be caught out by England. He couldn't let his brother know of this weakness, Jett had to be cold and unseeing or he'd not be able to strike down the elder brother. Thankfully, Ludwig employed

the usual sturdy tone of voice he was always able to capture seamlessly.

"We refuse." Ludwig called back calmly but that was all he said. Jett noticed he had to bite his tongue, most likely keeping down something he wished to say to his brother. Gilbert was not so reserved, however, and with a step forward he shouted across the gap at Germany.

"What the hell, West? Give it up already, just let go of it. The war was years ago, it's time to move on! Hey, are you listening to me, you-" Ludwig lost his temper and angrily cut across his brother.

"This is no longer about the damned war!" He snapped angrily, hand still tightly clutching Jett's. "This is no more than a fight to keep what I want by my side." Ludwig finished more calmly. "I will fight a war for that and so we will not back down, England."

"If that is your choice…" Arthur spoke darkly, his voice only just carrying across the distance. No one made a move for their weapon and Jett was about to open his mouth to speak when…

"Jett! Look out, get back!" The shout came from behind Jett, a warning shouted just a bit too late. Jett jumped in alarm and was jerked back at the same time by Ludwig, just narrowly avoiding a stick-like weapon that flew past his head. With eyes wide, Jett stared into the space he had thought to be empty and realised he'd missed the person that had come to stand right in front of them.

With hockey stick still in a downward strike, Jett saw Canada staring at them from behind his glasses, a frustrated expression on his face. It had been a sneak attack, of course no one could see Mattie until he was bearing down on them and it had very nearly cost Jett his consciousness.
That was it. The first move had been made and now it was all fair game.

There was a flurry of movement after that moment. Still reeling to catch up Jett could only follow the flow as Mattie uncurled himself from the attack and moved to size up another swing, this time, however, the blow was met with the sound of metal and wood clashing together violently and both pairs of purplish hues met, one in a glare and the other filled with childish delight.

Distantly Jett heard Russia saying something to Matthew, it was spoken in a friendly tone but Jett feared for Mattie's safety. Knowing that he did not have the time to fret over them, Jett's gaze quickly turned to the increasingly chaotic stretch ahead of him. Flanking his sides as Jett stepped into a run was both Italy and Japan, the two had agreed to take easier targets and preferably not close friends so instead of intercepting America or England, they broke off and dove into the three British brother's side and France. The second the two left his side Jett focused on his primary target, he knew that it was dangerous to approach the other but in the mad frenzy there was little he could do.
He ran straight at England.

Arthur saw his little brother coming before he'd even made it within five meters and so when Jett was within swinging distance of his cleaver, England was completely prepared and not at all taken aback by his brother's choice. Tensing his shoulders Arthur met Jett's initial attack with his blade but there was no time for either brother to exchange words as another attack came just as quickly.
Within seconds the two were exchanging blows faster than an outsider's eye could process, each taking their turn to try landing a solid hit on the other.

With every strike one would take ground and another would lose it. Very quickly the hectic flurry of movement slowed – Jett was losing ground fast.
His elder brother was very rapidly gaining the upper hand, landing solid blows in places that were still somewhat sore from the Australian's recent wounds and then the real attacks began, the ones that came in the form of words.

"Jett." Arthur growled as the swipe of his blade sent Jett stumbling back a few feet. "I do not want to fight you." He insisted while following up the strike with another sharply executed downward strike, Jett was only just able to hold it off with his machete, but this time England did not try for another hit and instead began to push down on Jett who could only slide back a few more steps.

"Think about this." He spoke very firmly. "Think about your brothers, Jett. Didn't you always say they came first?"

Jett's guard was dropped, just for a second he raised his head meeting Arthur's pleading one eyed gaze with his own childishly shocked expression. That hesitation was enough. Without further warning, Arthur pulled back the blade and with a single swift slash he knocked Jett's machete from his hand, causing the Australian to fall back a few steps away from his brother who drew closer to him – sword still in hand.

"Jett!" His name was shouted by a familiar voice and as he turned to look the sound of a gun being fired echoed in his head. Standing with America struggling under his grip was Ludwig, his arm outstretched and holding the gun that had been fired at Arthur.
England had heard the shout as well and with that small warning he was able to move out of the way, only just. Arthur cried out in a hiss of pain as a bullet tore through his shoulder, skimming along his flesh and splitting it open as it narrowly missed a vital point.

Blood was spilled from Arthur's shoulder and his free hand clutched the wound while scowling at Ludwig. The distraction of protecting Jett had caused Germany's hold on America to lessen and as such he was painfully elbowed in the face, effectively ridding Alfred of Ludwig's hold. With his own set of problems once again, Jett knew Ludwig couldn't save him a second time. Snatching up his machete, Jett got back to his feet and turned on England again.

"Think about this, lad!" Arthur hissed again but this time he got no response from Jett who worked on blocking him out entirely. England was still able to fight and so they continued, the sounds of war raging around the two former brothers as they locked blades again. In the past the clashing of their blades had only caused suffering…this time would be no different.

And yet they fought on still as though it may somehow bring them salvation.

…

On the other end of the battlefield, things were taking a much worse turn. Chris and Zea were trying to find their brothers in the chaos but over the sounds of raging gunfire and shouting, it was hard to see anything clearly. Gilbert was with them, attempting to do just the same. He was sure that he had spotted Ludwig fighting with Alfred, but it had been brief and he couldn't seem to catch a second glimpse of the two.

"Damn it…" Gil cursed angrily, not daring to leave the two Down Under nations unguarded, however. Both Chris and Zea were in bad shape but they needed to be here and they were at least able to walk, though Zea needed help from his brother every now and then with his bad leg.

"Can't spot them?" Chris asked, guessing Gilbert's luck was about the same as theirs had been so far.

"I can't see anything." Prussia growled back in frustration. "I can't spot anybody at all!" Just as the irritation was reaching a tipping point for Gilbert he did finally spot someone, just the last person in the world he wanted to see. In a split second he changed from looking to retreating, backing up and pushing both Chris and Zea along with him, guarding them from the danger he had seen and they were yet to take notice of.

"Oi, mate, what's up?" Chris asked, alarmed by the sudden pushing. Gilbert didn't answer them and when Chris stole a glance at the pale man's face he saw a distinct look of terror and at first he didn't understand. Until he heard that voice…

"Privet, Prussia!" It was a cheerfully sung greeting but it caused all three nations to freeze and Gilbert's breathing became erratic as his heart began to painfully pound against his ribcage.

"Piss off, bastard…" Prussia tried to growl, arms protecting the two younger nations as best they could from the large icy country.

"After such a long time I thought you'd greet me more cutely…" Ivan complained with a pout before casting aside the false disappointment in favour of a large smile. "Ah, never be minding! Ivan can catch up with Gilly later, after he's done here. I'm sure your brother would disapprove though…well, we just won't tell him, will we?"

Gilbert shuddered, trying to keep a distance between them and Russia but Ivan moved surprisingly quickly and Gilbert did not miss the appearance of a familiar faucet in the Russian's large hands.

"Look Russia, just keep the hell away from us." Gilbert growled. "We're not here to fight, we're here to talk some sense into our brothers. So g-get the hell back!"
Chris glanced at Prussia in surprise when he heard his usually arrogant voice crack. He didn't realise just how terrified Gilbert was until that moment and now he knew…well he was terrified as well and as a result began to guard his little brother as well, shielding the smallest country from Russia.

"Ivan isn't here to fight with Gilbert!" Russia exclaimed, looking hurt by the comment even as he descended on the trio with an eerie grin plastered on his face. "Ivan is just going to remove a problem, that little Australian problem behind you. That's all. So Gilly will move now, da?"

With that said Ivan began to raise his pipe and with his eyes open in maniacal glee, he added offhandedly. "Of course if Gil doesn't move, Ivan will have to remove him, as well."

"Kid, run!" Gilbert shouted in panic. He couldn't match up against Ivan, he'd been taught that very well in his time separated from West and it only took until all his bones had been broken and reset for him to realise it. Gilbert did draw his blade to try and meet Russia's attack, but he knew better than to believe he could hold him back for any considerable amount of time.

Toby latched onto Chris's arm, trying to draw him away from Ivan and Gilbert but neither was willing to escape and even if they tried they'd not get far with their injured bodies. Ivan knew this, too, and with a single innocent giggle, he swung the pipe down.

"Just one last fun game, da?"

...

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Warfare – End