Hello. What, i'm still alive?! *checks her body* Yup, still alive. *eating some bread and drinking chocolate*
I re-read my whole fanfiction today and thought... damn, the story is actually not bad. I have a mindoverload anyway so I decided to start writing again.
This chapter is a bit more action and some little informations about the nordics and Swedens history.
Little note.. my life was not so easy in the last few months so I didn't find time and inspiration to write. I hope this will change in the new place i'm living in now.
Tut mir sehr leid!
I hope you enjoy this Chapter! *still sorry she didn't write for a long time*
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America felt like he was in a chase scene from one of his movies… and it gave him a real adrenalin rush. He could show what he was made of now! He pointed the gun at the first monster in sight and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through the air with a loud bang and hit the approaching enemy right in the head. The creature shrieked and fell to the ground like puppet without its strings. America smirked and aimed for the next creature and continued his 'target practice'.
Sweden tried his best to drive as fast as possible without hitting something. Denmark was already clawing his hands into the sides of his seat and was shaking like crazy.
"God, Sweden! I didn't know you could drive like a mad man!"
Sweden looked over to Matthias and gave him a blank look.
"…h'w c'me…?"
"Please concentrate on the road!", Finland screamed from the seat behind them and looked back down to Iceland who he took care of.
England managed to push himself up a bit and look out of the window… there were so many of those monsters. Even America couldn't take all of them out. He gripped the sword-handle again.
Don't, Arthur. You are too weak, boy.
Calibur… please… I need to do this.
You only end up using all your mana and fall into a sleep again. Is that what you want?
Arthur bit his lip in anger.
Your body needs to regain its long lost connection to Avalon.. you can't use me without it.
But… but how can I regain it?
The power of your ancestors created me.. only they can answer that question.
Fantastic..
America kept on shooting, when his gun made a loud clicking noise. He grabbed inside his pocket to find it empty.
"I'm out of bullets! What do we do now?!"
Sweden gritted his teeth.
"Ev'ry o'e.. ho'd 'n to s'meth'ng!"
America just blinked in surprise.
"What the hell are you- WUAAH!"
Sweden made a sharp turn and America fell back into the car and hit his head on one of the seats.
"OW! Fucking hell!"
Sweden went off the road with his car and into the forest. He rammed a tree with the side of his car that immediately snapped and fell down to the ground. Some of the monsters tried to stop fast enough, but they were crushed under the tree.
"T'is w'll g't r'ugh n'w!"
Denmark looked in the direction Sweden was going and paled. They were driving to a big river, but Sweden wasn't aiming for the river.. but the little hill nearby.
"Oh no… No no no NO!", Denmark screamed and started to curse in Danish. He tried to gain as much speed as possible and drove over the hill and used it as some kind of jumping-platform.
The car went flying over the river and everyone in the car screamed their lungs out, except England, Iceland, who was still unconscious and Sweden. The car landed just an inch away from the river and Sweden placed his foot back on the accelerator.
"You are mad, Sweden! Freakin' mad!", Denmark screamed and tried to loosen the grip on the seat.
America, who recovered from the shock of the impact, turned around to see where the monsters are. To his surprise, they stood on the other side of the river and screamed loudly. He understood what Sweden was doing. They can't jump that far and would drown in the river if they tried to cross it.
"Good thinking, man!"
Sweden kept driving. He wasn't sure if they would still try to follow them and wanted to get as far away as possible.
Denmark had calmed down and sat slumped into his chair. Finland was tenting to Iceland again and America gave a long sigh before he sat down next to England again, rubbing his head.
"Jezz… that hurts…."
He looked to the Briton next to him to check if he was alright. England just sat there and looked outside the window, like he was expecting another attack. America looked worried and placed a hand on the others shoulder, making him flinch a bit.
"Dude, calm down. They are gone for now."
"Y..yeah…"
The island nation slowly relaxed a bit and tried to hide his exhaustion from the other, but failed miserable. He couldn't even keep his eyes open. America seemed to register the attempts of his father to keep himself awake and shook his head. He just grabbed the other and pushed him down on his back, right on his lap with the others head.
"W..what are you doing?"
"You need rest, man. You are tired!"
England tried to struggle out of the others grip and his cheeks turned into a light red.
"S..stop this! I'm not a child!"
America just grinned and held him down.
"Nope. Not doi'n it. You are staying here and sleep."
England quickly understood that his attempts to free himself where useless and turned his head to the side, so he wouldn't have to look into the others face.
"….g..git…"
America just gave a sheepish smile.
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It took them an hour to get to the place Sweden wanted to reach. It was an old shelter from one of the world wars. He parked the car behind it and stepped outside.
"S've h're."
Sweden walked to the old metal door and tried to unlock it.
Denmark jumped out of the car and looked around with curiosity.
"Woah.. you know really strange places in your country, Sweden."
"M' p'rson'l sh'lter…."
He suddenly sighed. I reminded him of the World war.. the second one to be exact. And it awakened memorie he wanted to forget… He shook his head and took out the old key he had with him and opened the old rusty door. He stabbed inside and pushed the old light switch at the side. An old staircase revealed itself to the others and he looked behind himself.
"I'll g' d'wn an' st'rt t'e g'ner'tors."
Denmark just nodded and went back to the car to check on Iceland and Finland.
America looked down to England, who had fallen asleep just 3 Minutes after their conversation in the car had ended. He looked up when they finally reached the place Sweden meant and eyed the shelter with interest. It was old and crumpled at some parts, but it should be a good hiding place for now.
He opened the door of the car and carefully moved his hands to England and put him on his arms. He stepped out of the car than and shivered slightly. It was really cold… and dark… It was night after all.
He moved to the staircase and went down into the basement, where Sweden was working on the generator. He made connected some cables and pressed a button. The machine gurgled and made some loud noises before it started to move correctly. He nodded, pleased by his own skills as technician and looked over to the newcomers.
He kept silent for a moment and pointed to an old bed in the room.
"Take… th't bed f'r him."
He tried to speak without his Swedish accent. He knew that America had difficulties understanding him and wanted to make it easier for him. America looked surprised by Sweden's attempt to speak clearly and nodded.
"Hey.. thanks man."
America didn't really talk to Sweden very often before, because of the 'languagebarrier'. The blond placed England on the bed and sat down next to him.
"It's cold down here…"
Sweden gave him a blank stare and stood up.
"That w'll change. Gen'rat'r warms up."
America felt uncomfortable, being alone with the Nordic nation. That blank expression on the others face made a shiver run down his spine. This whole situation was just awkward, so he tried to start a conversation.
"Erm.. so… What exactly happened… you know… with Norway and all?"
Sweden moved his head to the side and looked on the metallic ground.
"We h'd a m'tting. Monsters att'cked and a man 'n bl'ck armor. He took N'rway…."
Sweden had a worried expression on his face now. America figured that he was really worried about the other Nordic nation.
"You are all… buddies right? You, Denmark, Norway and the other two."
Sweden just nodded.
"We s'hare… a lot 'f h'story."
It was silent again after those words. America stretched his limbs and rubbed his head a bit with one hand.
Awkward…..
Denmark and the other two joined them shortly after and Finland placed Iceland on another bed in the room. Denmark sat down and sighed. It was getting warmer down in the basement now, thank god, but it was still freezing.
Sweden didn't seem to care really, but maybe he was good in hiding it?
Denmark sat up suddenly and screamed.
"Blodige Helvede!" He kicked over one of the old wooden chairs and murmured something under his breath.
"Norge…. Damnit…"
Sweden sighed and stood up. He placed a hand on Matthias shoulder.
"W' w'll find h'm."
"But… he shouldn't even have been captured! Han er min ven!"
Finland looked over to Denmark and looked really worried.
"I know how you feel, Den.."
America nodded.
"We can't stay down here forever… At least me and England."
Denmark walked over to America in a flash and grabbed him.
"What do you mean by that?! Should we just stay here and play cards or something?! If Norway needs me, than I will be there to help him!"
America was taken aback by the sudden outburst from Denmark and held his hands up.
"Woah, dude, chill... I.. I didn't mean it like that… I know you are worried but there is nothing you guys can do."
Denmark moved up an eyebrow.
"And you do?"
"Well we know what is going on here. We can fix this somehow."
Matthias looked into Alfred's eyes with a demanding look in them.
"Then tell us! Spit it out!"
America just opened and closed his mouth some times and looked over to his sleeping mentor. He didn't know if England would want that, but now that three pairs of eyes were fixed on him.. he had no other choice but to tell them the whole story.
"Okey erm.. I will tell you guys… but don't say I'm crazy or something when I'm done."
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Same time in England… in a house near Loch Ness.
Scotland was on the phone, looking outside, a cigarette in his hands.
"What do ya mean? Stop babbling bro."
Wales was on the other side of the phone, telling Scotland what happened.
"Our brother is in trouble.. we need to help him somehow!"
"Pff… tee brat should hav' slaughtered her back then! It's his mess he needs to clean!"
"But… Brother… please. This is serious. She is very strong and our little bro has big problems with Excalibur. One smash with that weapon and he is completely burned out!"
Scotland rubbed his forehead and sighed.
"N'd what do ya suggest we do?"
"Call the others!"
"…bollocks… alright, little bro. I'm on it.."
He hung up and took a deep inhale of the smoke, before sighing heavily.
"Ma goodness… that lad s' killing mea one day…."
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Translation:
Blodige Helvede = God Damnit
Han er min ven = He is my friend
