2p America faced England, smirking as he saw the growing panic on Norway's face. England muttered something under his breath, and the panic vanished, replaced with determination. Romania snarled, lashing out at 2p Russia, who had come a bit too close for his liking. He hissed as Norway pulled him back.
England's eyes narrowed as he pressed himself into his friends. Norway had enclosed Romania in between them, as he was the youngest, and they didn't want him to get hurt. Despite his calm demeanour, he secretly wished Belarus was here, because she would be a great ally to have in this situation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tinkerbell appear with flying mint bunny. Norway's troll also made an usually quiet appearance. They were three people the 2p's could not see.
"Hey! If you get your fairy friends, I do too!" protested Oliver. Allen glared at him.
"What the fuck, old man? There aren't any fairies here," he said. 2p Canada rolled his eyes, he hadn't even bothered to pick up his weapon yet. Neither had Francois, he was idly smoking between Kuro and Lutz.
"Yes there are," Oliver said matter-of-factly. "They're right there!" He pointed to what Allen saw as a blank space. Romania held back a snigger as Tinkerbell began making faces at him. Oliver tutted at her, glaring.
"Can't see us, fucktard!" she taunted, flying up to him and kicking him in the nose. Allen yelled angrily, swiping his bat in front of his face. It missed Tinkerbell by a mile, and she rolled around in the air (out of reach of course) laughing. Flying mint bunny was laughing too, and England couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face.
Allen glared at the smiling England. "What are you smiling at?"
"...Nothing."
"Heee heee hee," Romania giggled from between his friends. The laughter was infectious, and England's shoulders began to shake. Norway's sword wobbled slightly as he tried to keep a straight expression. Romania by this time was rolling around on the floor laughing, as Tinkerbell blast a spell at Allen, turning his hair hot pink. The other 2p countries stared, mouths open.
"What the fuck are you-" Oliver held up a mirror in front of Allen, clipping him around the ear for swearing. He barely noticed though. "FUCKING-WHAT THE FUCK- BASTARD! WHAT DID- DICKHEAD STOP LAUGHING!" roared Allen at Matt, who was lying next to a laughing Romania, also laughing.
"You 1p's are all right," he told Romania, then started laughing again. Romania whistled.
A rumble shook the ground. The 2p's looked around, trying to find out where it was coming from. England looked at Norway for about half a second, then they both dived to the ground, Tinkerbell pulling flying mint bunny back. Norway's troll did not move, not even flinching when the the building was suddenly shattered by a breath of fire and torn apart by claws. An unearthly roar sounded as a great green dragon appeared, looking for it's master. Romania stood up, making a few clicks and hisses with his mouth.
"Come on guys, while they're stunned," yelled Romania. He pulled up England and Norway and the three ran towards the waiting dragon. Norway's troll was already up, and he grabbed Norway by the collar, dumping him in front of him. Tinkerbell was safely nestled in England's front pocket, while flying mint bunny sat atop his head. England scrambled up, helped by Romania, and they flew away. Briefly, England thought about the conference, and all the people there, but America's protection spell would take care of that...
Quickly, Norway turned and muttered a quick spell, making all the bricks fly back into place and blocking the angry 2p's from sight. He turned back and gave a rare smile to his friends. "Lucky it was the back of the building... No memory loss spells needed here." England 'hmmed', not really listening. Now that the 2p's were out of the way, he could focus on finding Belarus. He squeezed his eyes shut and sent a quick prayer in her direction.
We're coming.
Back at the conference room, America grabbed the table amidst the screams and shocked gasps of the other nations. Immediately he took charge. "GET UNDER THE TABLE!" he cried, grabbing the person nearest to him and pulling them under the table. He saw the other nations appear and did a quick mental count as heads appeared. France, who he had pulled down, was trying to get back up again.
"Angleterre is out there!" he shouted, struggling to get out of America's grasp. America almost let him go, but he pushed down his swirling feelings and simply increased his grip on the other. He hoped and prayed that England was okay, because he couldn't be his hero right now. He let go once the earthquake was over, and France shot to the door- only to stagger back as the door was flung across the room. As quick as a flash, Italy tackled the recovering German nation to the ground.
"ITAL-"
CRASH! It hit the wall behind Germany, where he had been standing seconds before. Italy smiled at Germany. "You saved my life..." Germany whispered.
"That was our promise, wasn't it? You save me when I get caught, and I'll come and save you when you need it," he said, eyes filling with tears. "I nearly lost you..."
"Nein... Never," mumbled Germany, sitting up and hugging the crying Italy. "Not ever..."
"How touching."
America's eyes widened as he stared at himself.
Belarus bit down hard on the knife in her mouth, climbing the tree higher and higher. The screeches of the dead could be heard below her, and they were getting nearer. Her beautiful dress was in rags, her hair was messy and her face was flushed. The forest didn't seem like such a nice place now. But England could have told her there were fucking zombies infesting the place! She felt a scratch on her leg, and she lashed out wildly, pleased to hear a thud as another body hit the forest floor. She swung herself upwards, grabbing onto another branch.
To her absolute horror, she felt the twig begin to snap, and she scrabbled desperately for a foothold. It began to bend backwards...
She had no choice left. She wrapped her legs around the trunk of the tree, as far as she could manage, and let go of the twig. She clawed her way up, feeling blood rise up at her hands. "Shit!" she cursed, as the blood steadily dribbled downwards to the blood-lusting zombies. She saw the closest one pause, licking at the blood on the bark, and she realised she could use this to her advantage. She took her knife from her mouth, stabbing it into the tree, while the other tore off pieces of bark to make a crude hole for her other hand to go in. She pulled herself up, balancing her feet on an unstable looking branch (it was thinning out- she was reaching the top of the tree), before stepping over to another, higher one, hopping from branch to branch while the zombies licked away at her blood.
Once reaching the top, she peered out over the top, trying to see a way out. She reached over, seeing the top of the train station. Further and further she reached until...
"What the hell?" America yelped, and the other him turned to look at him.
"Oh, so you're me," he leered at his shocked counterpart.
"What have you done to Angleterre?" France demanded to know. Francois's cigarette dropped to the floor as his mouth dropped open. Completely unafraid, 1p France stalked up to 2p America and grabbed the front of his shirt. "Tell me what you have done to mon Angleterre!"
2p America punched France in the face, and 1p America caught him. "I haven't done anything to your fucking Angleterre," growled Allen. America noticed his hair was bright pink at this particular moment, and his bandaged eye. "Maybe it's a question of what he's done to MY FUCKING HAIR!"
"It's a pretty shade of pink," Poland commented, "England really has taste." Half the nations (1 and 2ps) rolled their eyes at this. Suddenly, Allen grabbed America, bringing him in close. America held back a whimper, reminding himself to be the hero as he glared straight into the dark depths of Allen's eyes.
"So this retard is me," he said to the other 2p's. "What a fucking wimp." The other 2p's laughed loudly.
"You're an asshole," America snapped at him. Allen smirked. He threw America back into the wall, causing dust to rise. Stars exploded in his eyes, and while he was stunned, Allen lifted his bat and brought it down straight onto America's head.
CLANG! Everybody froze as Russia's pipe met met Allen's bat. He kicked the 2p in the stomach, sending him staggering back a couple of steps. America's jaw dropped as his enemy defended him. Russia scowled at Allen and the 2p's. "Nobody can hurt idiot America... Except me." A dark aura began to surround him. Surprisingly, it was Italy who joined him next.
"Y-you tried to hurt-a G-Germany!" he squeaked, nearly hiding behind Russia. "I w-won't let-a that happen!" Luciano smirked, but he unconsciously tightened his grip on Lutz's jacket. Kuro noticed and giggled.
"W-wait! I'm sure we can sort this out by talking to each other," America yelled, before anyone else could make a declaration. He was glad his heroine- er, England was safe, but he still had everyone else to think about- especially the more vulnerable nations, like Sealand and Wy and Seborga... "Can't we come to an agreement?" he said. He stepped in front of Allen, holding out his hands in a gesture of peace. "We don't want any trouble."
"Too, bad, motherfucker, because I DO!" Allen bellowed, and America yelled, bringing his arms up and closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the bat hit him. He never heard the sickening crunch of bat-on-bone though, because everyone was gasping. He risked a peek, and dropped his arms.
He was in a golden bubble. Allen tried to punch America, but it just hit the bubble and bounded off harmlessly. Immediately, other nations began going into bubbles- the Nordics (Sweden and Finland shared a bubble), Sealand, Wy, Seborga, Canada...
"Oh! Isn't he a smart one," Oliver chuckled, and America stared. That guy looked so much like England, but it was just wrong. "The troublesome magic trio have cast protection spells on the nations..."
"You know we're nations," China stated. He narrowed his eyes at them, drifting in front of Japan and blocking him from sight (even though Japan was in a bubble too). China and most of the other nations (besides the ones closest to the magic trio) were not in bubbles, as the trio hadn't got round to doing them yet. Japan's counterpart ran forwards, uttering a battle cry. Japan yelled out, but China dodged him easily, pulling Japan to the side turning to face his counterpart.
"How dare you, I'm going to kung-fu kick you!" screamed China.
"No, please don't!" the counterpart begged, "Wait-"
China ran forward and with a screech of "HEEEEEEEYAH!" his leg went straight upwards, knocking Kuro's chin to the sky, and making him topple over backwards. China came back down to earth, landing gracefully on one foot. Japan stared.
"How come you never taught me that move?" he asked childishly.
"You left before I could," was the reply, and Japan had the grace to look slightly guilty. Viktor rolled his eyes, picking up Kuro by the back of his shirt and carrying him back to the 2p's.
"I don't care- LET'S FINISH THIS!" Allen screamed, and he threw his bat at Russia, who wasn't in a bubble.
That was when America felt true fear.
What England had been thinking of earlier, of America's protection spell, was correct. He put a little twist in the spell. When America felt true fear, for his or another's life, all the bubbles would vanish-
The nations bubbles burst.
And an impulse of magical energy, America's own magical energy, which England had suppressed when America gained independence for his own safety, would come out from his mind. America cried out as he felt and saw a yellow circle of light expand across the room, shattering the windows and knocking out the 1p nations. He was out before he saw the 2p nations screaming and writhing in pain, before being sucked back to their world, leaving no trace of themselves behind.
"A-ahhh!" Belarus screamed on impulse. She pitched forward violently, falling out of the tree and landing with a sickening smack on the ground. The zombies didn't notice, still licking the blood off the tree. She tried to move and a pained gasp escaped her. The cracked rib was now definitely cracked, and she looked down to see something white sticking out of her arm. With a jolt, she realized it was her bone. She used her other, thankfully unharmed arm, to get up, cradling her broken arm. Pain like she had never known shot through her, but she bit down on her tongue, trying to creep away from the occupied zombies. She limped in an unknown direction, each movement becoming agony.
She let tears fall from her eyes as she tried to find a place to hide. She crawled in between two large bushes, concealed from sight and let her body shake with fright. She would rather be running away from her attacker than this. She drew her knees into herself, shying away from the scary world around her, and pulled the tattered jumper closer to her body. She breathed it in, smelling a light fragrance mixed with parchment and peppermint. It was a simple green jumper that belonged to England. She could almost pretend England was there with her, comforting her... She had taken it, thinking it would look nice with her dress, but now, breathing it in...
It smelt like home.
Sorry for the late update. I went to visit my aunt in Essex... And I live outside London... So I was knackered when I came back. Still, leave a review or favourite or follow, please.