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I pouted. Why was that bastard still frozen in shock? C-chigi!
"Hello, there…I was wondering when you would come." My eyes went wide as I turned to see R-Russia.
I felt Tomato Bastard put me in his warm arms. "Stay away from him…." I glanced at Tomato bastard he seemed serious, but this time a really scary serious, C-Chigi! I sound like Feliciano, dammit!
The little Lithuanian Cheshire cat sighed coming back to tell the two to hurry and leave, but quickly stopped when he saw his king. Oh, no!
The small Cheshire cat backed away a little. Oh, no…oh, no…I need to help, but how? The Cheshire cat named Toris whimpered softly. I can't even protect myself from the king of clubs…but…if I don't help winter won't ever end.
The small Cheshire cat took a deep breath as he quickly ran away from the Russian king.
The Russian smiled at the little people in front of him. He knew that this foul mouth boy controlled winter. Such power…should be mine, Da….and only mine! The Russian took out his pipe and smiled at the Spaniard who was holding the foul mouth powerful boy. "You'll had over that boy quietly, Da? You won't risk you life to protect him, Da?"
The Spaniard gave a short chuckle. The Russian didn't understand. The Spanish man held Lovino closer to his body. "Burn in hell…I'll never let you have Lovi…I rather be locked in a room with your little sister than hand Lovi to the like of you."
The Russian felt a dark fire burn in his chest at the mention of his little sister. His little sister loved him so much to the point of it being considered stalking, but she gave her life for him and he never wants to be reminded of that. Never!
The Russian smiled angry as he walked closer to the pair. He will die…and in front of all…no one will ever mention that woman to me without the punishment…. The Russian king grabbed the Spaniard by the neck and pulled him into the air. "Off with your head." The King of Clubs whispered softly.
"STOP!" I screamed as I watched Russia pick up tomato bastard by the neck. I quickly took the closest thing next to me; which happened to be a rock and chucked it towards Russia.
I realized I fucked up big time when the rock hit Russia on the face. Small blood droplets fell to the ground from his face. Tomato Bastard glanced at me shocked. D-don't look at me like that dammit…I-I wasn't thinking. Russia didn't seem fazed as he smile went towards me.
"Mmmmm? Why did you do that? You want to protect this man, Da?"
I gasped as I was grabbed by Russia's hard grasp now as well. It was like an Iron grip…D-dammit…I-I can't….b-breath…
"But sadly he broke the law, Da…and when you break the law you have to pay the punishment…" Russia said and whispered to both me and tomato bastard. "Death….in court square….and you—" Russia said towards me. "—will get the best seat in the house."
I felt the hard wall hit my back and I screamed in pain. I tried to get up, but…d-dammit…why am I so fucking weak. I watched as Russia left with Tomato bastard still in his grip. D-dammit…I tried again and again to rise, but kept failing and failing.
I softly cried…yeah I'm not going to deny it…I'm fucking crying…this was all my fucking fault I made that fucking wish…I fucking wanted to run far, far away….and now…tomato bastard is going to die…because of me! D-dammit….
The Cheshire cat that was named Toris ran and kept running until he came face to face with a box. A box that was pure white with golden outlining. A box that held the item that would stop this damnation before it spread to greater heights.
Toris was breathing heavily. He didn't want to touch the box. He felt he couldn't touch this holy box. He was so ugly. He wasn't like the other Cheshire cats. When winter ended they would become like everyone else. He wouldn't. He would stay this hideous monster.
The small Cheshire cat shivered and closed his eyes as he took the box into his hands. He wouldn't use the item that was in this box. He couldn't…but he knew the one person that could. And the small Cheshire cat knew very well that this person would do anything to stop this damnation before the person he loved so much lost his head.
The small Cheshire cat stopped running again when he was in front of that person. Lovino Romano Vargas.
Queen of Heart- Feliciano Vargas (North Italy/ Veneziano)
King of Hearts- Ludwig (Germany)
Queen of Spades- Arthur Kirkland (England)
King of Spades- Alfred F. Jones (AMERICA!)
Queen of Diamonds- None
King of Diamonds- Francis Bonnefoy (France)
Queen of Clovers- Elizaveta Héderváry (Hungary)
King of Clubs- Ivan Braginski (Russia)
Cheshire Cats- Gilbert Weillschmidt (Prussia), Toris Lorinaitis (Lithuania), Raivis Galante (Latvia), Eduard Von Bock (Estonia), Wang Yao (China), Peter Kirkland (Sealand)
Mad-Hatter- Roderich Edelstein (Austria)
March Hare- Vash Zwingli (Switzerland)
The Dormouse- Heracles Karpusi (Greece)
The Nimble Men- Tino Väinämöinen (Finland), Berwald Oxenstierna (Sweden), Iceland, Norway, Denmark, and The Netherlands
Residents of the Kingdom of Hearts- Bella (Belgium), Kiku Honda (Japan)
Caterpiller- Feliks Łukasiewicz (Poland)
Others- Britannia Angel, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo (Spain), Lovino Vargas (South Italy / Romano)