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War of the Spanish Succession
1701 – 1714
Austria/Prussia/England/Scotland/Portugal/Netherla nds/Spain loyal to England vs. France/Spain loyal to France
Norway huddled in a corner, wrapping the tattered remains of her jacket tighter around herself. Her scalp stung from where hair had been yanked out by grasping hands. Norway had been running around the maze for the last few days and had been unable to stop unless she wanted to be attacked by statues again.
"Korea," Norway whimpered, drawing her knees up and hiding her face in them. "I need you." She rocked back and forth, sobbing quietly.
"Ye, da-ze?" a voice suddenly asked behind her.
"Korea?" Norway raised her face and turned to look at the speaker.
"Segishan, da-ze?" Korea stood beside a statue reaching for him. The Asian nation looked like he'd seen better days. There were dark circles under his eyes and the front of his hanbok was stained red.
"Korea!" Norway surged to her feet but collapsed back to the ground. Her shattered ankle couldn't support her weight. "Behind you!"
"Mueos-inga?" Korea turned around to see the statue. He was still for several seconds before Norway heard a chuckle from him. The Nordic nation gaped at her husband in disbelief. "It's just a statue," Korea said, turning back to Norway. "They're actually kind of funny, da-ze."
"They're statues?" Norway whimpered. "I've been running from statues this whole time?"
"You Westerners are so silly." Korea shook his head and moved to kneel beside Norway. "Are you alright, da-ze?" he asked worriedly.
"I have been running from statues in the dark," Norway snapped. "I had my hair torn out, every part of my body is bruised, my ankle is broken, and you're asked me if I'm okay?"
"Ye, da-ze?" Korea asked in a slow, confused tone. Norway was silent for a moment before she slowly broke into sobs.
"Korea." She held her arms out for a hug.
"Segishan!" Korea grabbed his wife in a tight hug. "I was so scared when I rescued the wrong Norway and then I killed myself and then I killed you and I felt really bad, da-ze."
"Holde kjeft, (Shut up,)" Norway mumbled, tightening her grip on her husband.
"You smell like snow," Korea said happily.
Norway gave a weak laugh. "Is snow really all you can think about right now?" she asked.
"Ye." Korea nodded with a big smile. "It's cold and turns my fingers blue, da-ze."
"Korea, where did you go?" Germany's voice suddenly called through the tunnels.
"Over here, da-ze," Korea shouted over his shoulder, making Norway wince.
"Where is 'over here'?" Germany demanded. "I see nothing but these creepy statues. I feel like one of them is going to kill me."
Korea opened his mouth to respond and was surprised when he could see his breath. Ice slowly traveled up the wall to cover the ceiling above them.
"You said you wanted snow," Norway teased. Korea didn't answer, he was too busy trying to stop his chattering teeth.
"Norway?" Germany stepped around the corner. He looked relieved to see the married couple. "I thought we'd lost you."
"Nej, I'm right here," Norway sighed. She leaned back to peer around Germany. "Where is Poland? Doesn't she normally follow you everywhere?"
"Poland is with her großvater," Germany said, looking around at the ice on the walls. "Did you know your brother has strong magic?" Korea whined and cuddled against Norway, unused to such cold temperatures.
"Denmark can do magic?" Norway wrinkled her nose, nudging against Korea but the Asian nation refused to let go. "How did that idiot manage to get magic?"
"Nein, not Denmark." Germany shook his head. "Iceland." Korea tightened his grip on Norway.
"Iceland?" Norway blinked in shop, opening and closing her mouth before she tried to stand and collapsed again. "My Iceland. Where is my Iceland?" She was on the verge of panicking.
"Iceland is just fine," Germany said soothingly. "He's in the hospital with minor burns."
"You bastard!" Something suddenly came flying through the tunnel. It collided with a surprised Germany, sending the nation to the ground.
"Isy!" Romania dashed into the corridor, watching the female nation scuffle with Germany. "Stop that!"
Israel managed to pin Germany's wrists down, sitting astride his hips. She blew a strand of hair out of her face as she glared down at him.
"Did you really think you could get away with it?" she said harshly.
"Get away with what?" Germany demanded, struggling against Israel. The female nation was surprisingly strong for being so small. Korea finally released Norway and turned to watch the fight curiously.
"Marry my Poland!" Israel spat back. "How dare you go near my Poland?"
"He has full right to marry her," Romania protested. Norway cocked her head and tried to look at him better.
"No he doesn't." Israel glared over her shoulder. "Not after what he's done."
"I thought we were over that!" Germany said desperately. "I made it up to you."
"To me, yes," Israel said. Russia wandered up behind Romania and examined the situation with faint interest. "But not to my Poland. If you dare-. What are you doing? Put me down!" Russia had wrapped his arms around Israel's midsection and was dragging her off Germany.
"Finally," Romania breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought she was going to kill you or something." He moved to help Germany to his feet.
"Romania," Norway said, finally noticing the difference." What is that on your teeth?"
"Um." Romania scratched the back of his head and didn't respond.
Israel fell limp in Russia's arms, continuing to glare at Germany. The other nation tried to ignore her as he moved to help Norway stand.
"Can you walk with help?" Germany asked Norway.
"Maybe." Taking Germany's hand, Norway stood with a wince. "I think I can."
"Korea, help your wife," Germany ordered. Whining, Korea stood and supported Norway. Germany looked up when Slovakia appeared with Czech over his shoulder and Portugal's hand in his own. Ukraine, Belarus, and Morocco joined Russia. It had taken them several hours to calm down and notice the statues were just that: statues.
"Ei!" Portugal grinned at the nations around her. "We all here!"
"Gut." Germany brushed his jacket off. "Korea and I came here when we received a message from Romano. I noticed the rest of the Wars were coming here as well."
"Ye, they're all in here somewhere, da-ze," Korea added.
Portugal snuck her hand out of Slovakia's and placed it against the wall. She rested her ear against the stone and broke out in a grin.
"What are you doing?" Slovakia demanded, setting Czech down on the ground.
"I hearing," Portugal replied.
"Hearing what?" Russia was still refusing to put Israel down. The smaller nation looked ready to commit murder.
"Ground moving." Portugal pointed at the wall with her free hand. "Ground shaking."
"They must be moving," Germany said, looking at the ceiling. He had no idea where the Wars were in the maze. They could jump out from anywhere and take them out.
"It no them." Portugal shook his head as though Germany was an idiot. "Ground shake when one nation here."
"Little Northern Ireland could earthquake, da?" Russia asked. Korea bit his lip nervously.
"We could use this to our advantage," Germany said, a plan formulating in his head, and Israel brightened up.
"Brilliant!" Israel said excitedly. "That could work."
"I get him!" Portugal said. And she started to pound her fist on the wall.
o)O(o
Albania was, once again, sitting on a step of the platform. He glanced over his shoulder frequently to make sure Vietnam hadn't worked up. Northern Ireland sat on the ground below him, listening to one of his tales eagerly.
"So," Albania said, trying hold back his laughter. "Turkey finally notices I managed to slip out of his chains, and he starts chasing me. By then I'm already up on the rooftop, so I start running for it and jumping from roof to roof."
"Is that how you escaped?" Northern Ireland asked eagerly, leaning back on his hands. His silver wings ruffled behind him.
"Jo." Albania shook his head, grinning. "I wound up slipping off one of the roofs and landing on a cart. Turkey caught up with me and managed to stick me in one of his prisons."
"And you escaped from there?" Northern Ireland stretched out his legs.
"One of my dukes came," Albania said. "The guards didn't notice he came alone and left with a 'duchess'."
"I bet Turkey was furious!" Northern Ireland laughed. "I can remember England telling me a story like that."
"That would be the day." Albania nodded thoughtfully. "Turkey still remembered how I escaped him and I had just sunk England's prize ship. I also left him stark naked on an island. They came to my house one day and tried to give me a whipping." Northern Ireland didn't answer. He was frowning thoughtfully, his head cocked.
"Of course, they didn't manage to give me a whipping," Albania continued. "I gave them a beating and then they gave me a real whipping. They practically skinned my back clean."
"Shut it," Northern Ireland hissed. He laid down on the floor spread-eagle to hear the earth better.
"What is it?" Albania stood quickly, paying close attention to the smaller nation.
Northern Ireland closed his eyes and exhaled. He could feel the strength of the stones around him. They were centuries old with stories to tell. Following a strain of solidified magma, Northern Ireland traveled hundreds of yards until he reached the source.
"There's a beat," Northern Ireland murmured. "A beat in the earth."
"The earth has a heartbeat?" Albania asked.
"Of course not, you prat." Northern Ireland's voice was calm as he spoke. "That's what makes it so strange. Someone's trying to get my attention."
"Then answer them back," Albania said, as though it was clear that's what Northern Ireland should do.
Northern Ireland pursed his lips and raised both pinkies. With a hiss of inaudible words, he thrummed both his fingers on the ground. Rocks showered down from the ceiling when the earth around them gave the smallest of tremors.
"Hey," Albania said softly. He knelt beside Northern Ireland, resting a hand on the other nation's shoulder. "Act like a bat. Fine out where the sound is coming from and send the beat there."
Northern Ireland's eyes danced behind his eyelids. It was like he was wearing night-vision goggles. He could see the stone around him as he traveled through it. He followed the unbroken rhythm of a beat until he reached the source. Eleven sets of feet shifted on the earth. Eleven hearts beat at different rhythms. One fist pounded against a wall.
Raising his pinkies again, Northern Ireland dropped them to the ground. This time, the earth around the eleven heartbeats trembled slightly. The fist stopped for a moment before it began to pick up a strange beat.
"C," Northern Ireland murmured. "O-R-R-A-L space T-H-E space W-A-R-S stop." He thrummed his pinkies on the ground again.
"Corral the Wars." Albania pursed his lips, thinking, before he replied. "Tell them to follow the statues that point."
Northern Ireland focused on the stone before the nation beating it. He imagined the words carving themselves into the stone. The fist stopped beating and moved away from the dirt. A larger fist began to respond.
"C-O-L-L-A-P-S-E space," Northern Ireland said. "T-H-E space T-U-N-N-E-L-S."
"Collapse the tunnels?" Albania repeated. "What is collapsing the tunnels going to do? It'll bury us along with them."
"If we move fast enough," Northern Ireland said. "It will bury the Wars in the tunnels." He sat up." But I can't do that."
"Çfarë?" Albania blinked as he was pulled out of his thoughts.
"Collapse the tunnels." Northern Ireland wrung his hands nervously. "My magic only works when I'm upset or scared. I can't collapse the tunnels on command."
"Northern Ireland." Albania placed both his hands on Northern Ireland's shoulders and lowered himself so he could look the shorter nation in the eyes. "You can do this."
"No, I can't," Northern Ireland whined. "I-I'm . . ." He trailed off.
"I watched you grow up," Albania said. "I know what you've been doing in the garden. Your magic doesn't rely only on stone, it also runs through plants." Northern Ireland flushed and ducked his head, his wings fluttering nervously. "When tree roots grow into stones, what happens to the stones?" Albania asked.
"They crack," Northern Ireland whispered.
"Exactly." Albania gave Northern Ireland a small shake. "There are hundreds of miles of tunnels in here. And there are thousands of trees up there."
"That will put a strain on the trees." Northern Ireland bit his lip as he thought. "But I think I can do it."
"And the trees will be just fine." Albania smiled, looking his true age. "They can't wait to stretch their roots. I haven't exactly let them move at all in the last thousand years."
Northern Ireland stared at Albania before his brow knitted. "Get Vietnam," he said firmly, standing.
"Yes, sir." Albania clapped Northern Ireland on the shoulder and moved to gather Vietnam into his arms.
Northern Ireland stood in the center of the cavern and planted his feet firmly on the ground, raising his hands. He reached his magic up through the stone until he could feel the tree's roots.
"Tochail domhain. Briseadh na cloiche, (Dig deep. Break the stone,)" Northern Ireland whispered. He frowned when the trees hesitated. "Is é an domhan saibhir. Tochail domhain. (The earth is rich. Dig deep.)" Finally, the trees gave in and their stronger roots dug their way through the soil.
o)O(o
Romania yelped when his forehead collided with a stone arm and he fell backward. Propping himself up on an elbow, he tried to rub the pain away. He studied the statue before tilting his head back to look at Germany.
"I found the last statue," Romania commented.
"Gut." Germany led the rest of the nations down the hall. He looked up at the ceiling when the earth trembled. "It looks like Northern Ireland is almost there."
"He's not going to bury us, is he, da-ze?" Korea asked worriedly.
"He's not that dumb." Norway rolled her eyes. "He knows that would kill us."
"Da, but his magic is uncontrollable," Russia pointed out.
"If you don't let the bird out of the cage," Israel said as she pulled Romania to his feet. "He'll never fly."
"Hej?" a rough voice asked from down the tunnel.
Germany turned around. "Sweden?" he called back.
"Ja," Sweden replied, his voice echoing off the stone. "Wh're are you?"
"We're here," Germany called. He turned to Norway. "Is there anything you can do to lead him?"
"I can't c'me," Sweden grunted before Norway could reply.
"Why not?" Russia asked. "Are you hurt?" Ukraine bit her lip worriedly.
"Nej, I'm stuck," Sweden said.
Grumbling, Slovakia moved forward. He followed the echo of Sweden's voice until her reached the nation. Sweden was in what appeared to be a cage dug out of the wall. The cavern around him was filled with only one statue pointing in his direction.
"What in the world?" Slovakia gaped at Sweden. "What did you do?"
"I did n'thing," Sweden grumbled. "Alb'nia c'me and k'dnapped me. He l'cked me up in h're."
"Germany! Russia!" Slovakia called back up the tunnel. It was only a minute or two before the two nations arrived. Both looked at Sweden in shock. There were footsteps as the other nations joined them.
"Sweden," Norway said, as though she was used to finding Sweden in this kind of situation. "What did you do this time?"
"I did n'thing," Sweden protested.
"We do not have time for this." Russia moved forward and grabbed bar. "Little Northern Ireland is going to collapse these tunnels soon." He wrenched the bar out of place.
"And the W'rs are c'ming h're." Sweden watched Russia work carefully.
"What?" Czech asked, terror in her voice. "What do we do?"
"We can fight," Romania offered.
"And get buried alive?" Slovakia retorted. "No thanks."
"We need to run," Germany said. "If we continue moving up, we should reach the surface."
"How are we going to find our way up?" Norway asked. "We don't know the maze."
"I do," a voice said. Every nation turned in shock to see Northern Ireland standing sheepishly in the entryway.
"I don't," the winged nation said. "He does." He pointed behind himself.
"Alo." Albania stood behind Northern Ireland, Vietnam held in his arms. He resembled himself at first, but then the nations could see he had aged considerably. His eyes seemed to hold the wisdom of an old man and Albania looked ready to go to bed for the rest of his life.
"Albania?" Germany asked in shock. "But . . . you disappeared."
"Yes, he's the blimey Doctor," Northern Ireland snapped. "Can we move? Before all the tunnels collapse?"
"This way." Albania turned to a tunnel and began to stride down it quickly. "Also," he called over his shoulder. "Are you going to keep calling me 'Doctor'?"
"What else am I supposed to call you?" Northern Ireland asked. The rest of the nations followed them, some of them in a state of shock.
"Oh, shut up," Albania grumbled.
"Yes, Doctor," Northern Ireland said sarcastically. Albania almost turned around to smack him.
"How do we even know the Wars will get caught?" Slovakia asked, holding Czech's hand.
"I've caused the tunnels around them to collapse," Northern Ireland said. "They have no choice but to follow the route I've laid out."
"What about the tunnels behind us?" Slovakia received his answer when some of the thickest roots he'd ever seen plunged through the stone behind them and the ceiling collapsed. Slovakia gaped at the stone in shock.
"We need to hurry before the roots get ahead of us," Albania said. "The quickest path is this way." He took a right. Romania was the first to follow him around the corner and fell backward when he collided with yet another arm.
"Mind your head," Albania said too late.
Russia bent down and folded Norway over his shoulder so Korea didn't have to support his wife. He walked with long strides past Romania and followed Albania.
"Are you alright?" Israel asked Romania.
"These statues," Romania replied, looking up at her as he rubbed his forehead. "They're trying to kill me."
o)O(o
The nations watched as the medical helicopter lifted away, carrying Vietnam and Albania away. Norway laid on the ground with her head in Korea's lap. Germany and Sweden were unable to persuade her to go to the hospital with Vietnam.
"Are you sure they're all dead?" Germany asked Northern Ireland. The winged nation nodded tiredly for the fourth, and last, time.
"There's no heartbeat," Northern Ireland said. "I can't feel a single one."
"Good," Israel said. "That means I can continue killing Germany." She pounced at Germany who shouted in surprise and jumped out of the way.
"Nu." Romania wrapped his arms around Israel's waist. "We are not doing that again."
"Yes we are!" Israel shrieked, struggling against Romania. "He has my Poland!"
Russia reached around and pulled the mouth-guard out of Romania's mouth. The Balkan nation sank his teeth into Israel's neck, holding on tightly. Israel 'eeped' and stopped struggling.
Slovakia and Czech leaned against a tree as Portugal told Czech the tale of the Waiting One.
"That's Albania," Northern Ireland said tiredly.
"Brother." Portugal turned to Germany, holding out a hand. "Come." Germany frowned but took the offered hand. He was dragged down to sit beside Portugal. "You marry Polônia," Portugal said absentmindedly. "I marry Slovakia."
"That doesn't mean we're related in any way," Germany said.
"We brother and sister," Portugal said pleasantly and patted Germany's hand. "We marry into family."
"We won't even be in-laws," Germany argued.
"I Polônia's in-law," Portugal said with a shrug. "You my brother."
Germany sighed and massaged his temples. "I don't have the energy to argue with you."
"Wait a few days." Morocco smiled. "And return with the best of arguments. She cannot win against one of those."
"Ja, that could work," Germany agreed. He laid back on the ground. "What do you think it would be like?" he suddenly asked.
"Wh't would wh't be l'ke?" Sweden asked from where he leaned against a fallen log.
"If we were humans." Germany waved a hand vaguely at the sky. "Instead of nations. We wouldn't have the stress of running our lands or the problems we keeping running into."
"It'd be a nice change." Northern Ireland's voice was muffled as he spoke. He had rolled over onto his stomach.
"It would be boring," Belarus added. "We would have nothing to do."
"Maybe," Germany sighed. "I would just like to live a normal life for once."
"I would love to try that," Ukraine sighed. "Just be able to relax for once."
"I'm sure Little Hawaii would be willing to loan us an island," Russia said with a smile. He adored the tropical island and her welcoming culture.
"Hawaii would love it, wouldn't she?" Romania glanced at Germany. "Isn't South always dragging Hawaii or one of the Southern states after her?"
"Ja," Germany said, watching a cloud float across the sky. "South loves them all very much, even Alabama."
"She loves children who aren't hers?" Belarus made a face. "That makes no sense to me."
"In a way," Russia said wisely. "They are hers. She was formed by their very existence."
"Can we all just stop talking?" Slovakia growled. "I'm getting sick of listening to all of your voices."
"He was the most handsome man on the planet," Morocco said softly. "They said he would never love anyone, that he had a heart of stone. One day, he met a fair maiden and fell for her at once. When an evil kind tried to take her for his own, the man fought back. The maiden was tricked into drinking a sleeping potion. The king locked her in a castle to ensure no one would be able to get to her. But that did not stop the man, for he took up his sword and charged the castle. When at last all his enemies were vanquished, the man sat beside his maid to wait for when she would wake up."
"She awake," Portugal commented.
o)O(o
The first thing Vietnam noticed when she awoke was the repetitive beeping noise beside her. Soft sheets had been draped over her and bandages were wrapped around her torso. There was a weight beside her feet and a soft scratching sound filled the room. Someone sighed and paper was torn and crumped up before it was tossed to the floor.
Vietnam's eyes flickered open. Sighing, she turned her face toward the scratching sound. Albania sat in a chair, leaning it back slightly with his feet propped up on the bed. A composition notebook was propped against his knees and he was writing in it. The papers scattered across the room were covered in strange symbols and equations. Albania rubbed his face, looking as if he wanted nothing more than to go bed for the first time in years.
"Tình yêu của tôi. (My Love.)" Vietnam's voice was hoarse with the words. Albania jerked up, his chair hitting the ground. He let the notebook slide of his lap as all his attention fell on Vietnam.
"Vietnam," he breathed. "Are you alright?"
"I think my heart got ripped out," Vietnam said bluntly.
"I'm afraid so," Albania teased. "And I'm not giving it back anytime soon."
Vietnam sighed weakly. "Yes, my Thief, but I was referring to the pain in my chest. The actual pain."
"Oh, crap." Albania glanced at the IV before grabbing a bag and replacing it. "I snuck some morphine from the doctors if you want any." Vietnam's eyes widened before she suddenly started to laugh. It was a clear ringing tone that hadn't left her lips since South Vietnam had died. "What?" Albania finished hooking the bag up and turned back to Vietnam. "I was worried and I didn't know what else to do!"
"Y-You," Vietnam wheezed for breath. "You tell me your life's story, wait by my side for five thousand years, and steal morphine. Who are you?"
"Who am I?" Albania pulled the chair up and sat down. "I am Albania. I am the Waiting One. I am your husband."
"And my Thief," Vietnam added before sighing. "Did the doctors say how long it would be before I could move again?"
"They said several months." Albania shrugged. "I did the math and figured it to be about a week." Vietnam frowned at Albania. The other nation could see a question forming in the mind. "What do you want to know?" Albania asked softly.
"Why did you do it?" Vietnam asked.
"Do what? Watch over you for five thousand years?"
Vietnam nodded. "Vâng," she said. "We barely know each other. I only posed as your wife so you wouldn't die at the hands of those Wars."
"Because." Albania took Vietnam's hand carefully, stroking the back of it with his thumb. "You risked your life to save me. And you trust me with your deepest secrets. I decided I would never let you go when I gave you my deepest secret."
"Were you in my home when the American War happened?" Vietnam asked quietly.
"Yes, I was." Albania rubbed his face exhaustedly. "I hated it. America wasn't the nation who killed the most Vietcong."
"D-Did you . . ." Vietnam swallowed hard before she spoke in a thick voice. "Did you see her?"
"I did." Albania smiled. "She spent several months vising me. In fact." Albania pulled something out of his pocket. "She wanted me to give you this."
"Will you read it to me?" Vietnam asked. "I can't move my hands."
"It's not writing." Albania unfolded the paper and showed it to Vietnam. "This is a picture." One the aged paper, Vietnam could see an image of her twin sister. The smaller nation was smiling widely as she hugged a tiger cub. "She asked me to draw it for you for when you woke up," Albania explained. "She also wrote letters to you in a diary."
Tears welled in Vietnam's eyes. "D-Did you stay with her wh-when she . . . No one was with her last time."
"I held her," Albania said quietly. "I sang songs, told stories, and just talked to her. She went away peacefully. She's probably the only nation to die peacefully."
Vietnam exhaled and closed her eyes, trying to blink the tears away. "Thank you, Albania," she whispered. "Thank you for everything."
"You have asked me question after question." Albania kissed Vietnam's hand. "Can I asked you one this time?"
"Anything." Vietnam turned to look at Albania.
"Socialist Republic of Vietnam." Albania stood from his chair and sank to one knee. "Will you take me, the Republic of Albania, for your husband?"
"Yes," Vietnam whispered, more tears in her eyes. "Five thousand times yes."
Albania grinned and stood. "Good. Now move. I have five thousand years of sleep to catch up on."
"Move me yourself, jerk," Vietnam said with a small smile. I don't have the muscles to." Albania gently shifted Vietnam to the side and climbed into the bed. For the first time in millennia, he was dressed in regular clothes. Albania rested his arm on Vietnam's stomach.
"If you get too war, just push me off the bed," he mumbled. "I may not wake up."
"Deal." Vietnam kissed Albania on the forehead before relaxing. "Good night, my Waiting Thief."
A/N: What did you think?
If you thought this was a little different from the story's plotline. Pollux. You should have seen the original chapter. I'm warning you. There were carnivorous statues and they ate the Wars! That's it! Gah, stop hitting me!
War of the Spanish Succession – (1701 – 1714) Austria/Prussia/England/Scotland/Portugal/Netherla nds/Spain loyal to England vs. France/Spain loyal to France
Casualties: Unknown
Results: The Treaties of Utrecht, Rastatt, and Baden. Spain loses land to England and Portugal. King Phillip becomes king of Spain.