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Poland's bloodcurdling scream caused all the fighting to come to a screeching halt.
Whether it was Poland's pained screams or Hungary crying out her good friend's name in horror, everyone practically stopped what they were doing to turn around, even Turkey made no effort to take advantage of the distraction and remained staring at the scene with wry malicious amusement, even Belize and Hong stopped their little wrestling match to see what was going on.
Honduras and Nicaragua swiftly out rushed out of a door and into the room together, and they both, especially Honduras, paled at what they saw
Egypt had just finished adding to the growing puddle of blood on the floor when he heard it, and it both startled and surprised him enough to forget about his pain so he could look up and see what the fuss was all about.
He almost wished he hadn't.
A snarling, livid Lithuania had his hand burrowed deep in a large open wound in Poland's chest, the latter's frozen expression was a cross between shock and horror, the blonde European's eyes were wide as if the notion of death was unthinkable. Considering Poland's talent for survival and fame for being a self-proclaimed "phoenix", Egypt was sure it was a horrible shock.
And Egypt was sure that Poland just met his end. How did he know this? Well, the tape of Spain's brutal demise was still rather fresh on his mind…
Watching it unfold before his very eyes was somehow even more horrifying.
Lithuania continued digging his hand into Poland's chest, grimacing in disgust as he did so, apparently liking the process as much as Egypt and his companions did, as if he was searching for something, which was obvious was it was for those who witnessed Spain's death, and then suddenly stopped.
A smirk formed on Lithuania's lips.
"Goodbye, Feliks."
Then, without warning, without a word, Lithuania ripped Poland's heart out of his chest. Bulgaria burst into mad giggles while Lithuania cruelly smirked as he watched the body collapse to the ground, now lifeless with no hope of being revived... forever.
"Ce pusca mea?!" Romania cussed in surprise.
"HE DID IT!" Bulgaria shrilled in delight, laughing psychotically.
"Dios mio, not again!" Belize cried out while pulling her pigtails.
Hungary exclaimed something in her native language as she dropped her frying pan and went racing towards her fallen friend. Did she know that Poland's…? No… no, she did not… She was probably just worried for her friend is all… Hungary dropped to her knees and scrambled to Poland's side. She paled at the state Poland was and then furiously glared up at Lithuania.
"How could you?" Hungary said angrily, holding Poland's hand.
Lithuania paid her no mind and directed his attention toward the heart, the expression on his blood-stained face became apathetic, and promptly took a bite out of it.
Egypt heard Belize gag and he saw that the girl looked green and ready to empty her stomach. Hungary gasped. Bulgaria just kept laughing.
However, Lithuania seemed to somewhat share their sentiments and almost immediately gagged in disgust after swallowing, and glared at the heart, now with a chunk missing, with abhorrence and began to tear it apart piece by piece.
"Tch, you taste even worse than…" Lithuania muttered, barely loud enough for Egypt to hear.
After reducing Poland's heart to small meaty chunks, Lithuania threw them to the ground and stomped on them, grinding them with his shoe until he stepped back, finally finished, to pant and he stared at Poland's corpse with a strange glint in his green eyes. Lithuania took deep breaths and didn't say a word. But then, he suddenly began to tremble and his hands went to grip his head.
Then something unexpected happened.
He began to laugh.
"I… Aha… Hahaha… I can't believe it… I actually did it… He's dead." Lithuania said softly to himself, as if succeeding in murdering Poland was simply too good to be true, with an edge of insanity in his voice. "Poland's finally gone… He's gone… I finally shut that damn mouth of his…"
After he trailed off, Lithuania spent several seconds in silence, which felt like months in the tense atmosphere, before Egypt flinched when his laughter returned with full force, this time louder and more deranged.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I did it! He's gone! He's FINALLY gone! Haha! GONE! GONE FOREVER!" Lithuania practically laughed psychotically in glee, his sanity crumbling and thus, ruining his image as a calm and stoic nation. "And this time, he's never coming back~"
Every nation present in the room who wasn't a member of the Order, including Egypt, were horrified at this display of cruelty and insanity, and were either pale with horror like Hungary and Honduras, or were gaping in utter shock like Belize, Nicaragua and Romania.
Meanwhile every nation present in the room who was a member of the New World Order were far from being surprised or horrified. Hong Kong had a look of indifference like Denmark, but there was interest in his eyes. Turkey and Bulgaria, the mad couple, joined in cackling and laughing together with Lithuania. It angered Egypt, and he would have glared at them, if there wasn't a madman laughing.
"Lord, what the hell is he on?!" Belize exclaimed in disbelief.
"I don't understand. What's he laughing about…?" Hungary asked no one in particular, a puzzled but shaken look on her as she stared at the mad Lithuanian. "What's… What's wrong with you, Lithuania? Are you mad? What difference does it make now that you killed him? Are you just going kill him again?"
Oh dear.
This added a bit of awkwardness to the tense and dark atmosphere, as it reminded Egypt and his group that Hungary, as well as Romania and Bosnia, had no idea that Poland had just met his true end, of the truth that yes, somehow, there was a way to kill personifications just like that. A truth that Poland himself discovered in the worst way possible.
Belize's eyes went wide, but then her expression became grim and she rubbed the side of her forehead in a sign of stress. Honduras appeared to swallow out of nerves, but her face showed pity and sadness for Hungary, and even looked close to tears.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depend on how you look at it, any attempt to word out the truth was foiled when Romania snapped at the mad couple.
"Would you two quit laughing?!" Romania hissed through gritted teeth and bared his fangs. "I don't get it. What's so funny about all this?! I don't know about any of you, but I'm lost!"
Turkey somewhat calmed his cackling to grin mischievously at Romania. "Oh… Oh, right… I totally forgot you're new to this whole thing, Vlad. I… hah! Wow, where do I start…"
"You can start by… Hah?"
Lithuania's insane laughter abruptly stopped, and his overjoyed expression became one of confusion and utter disbelief. "What…? Did… Did… Did he just… Did his hand just move? Did I just imagine it? No… no!"
In a fit of panic and anger, Lithuania cruelly shoved Hungary aside and snatched up his blood-stained sword off the ground and then began to repeatedly slash Poland's corpse.
"You're. Going. To. Stay. Dead. GOT IT?!" Lithuania roared as he slashed and slashed and blood splattered his face, but then two hands surged upwards and grabbed his wrists before he could deliver another strike. "Wh-What?"
"STOP IT!" Hungary all but screamed.
"Get OFF!" Lithuania snarled.
"NO! Haven't you done enough? Felik's dead, so just leave him alone!"
"I'll stop when I make sure that that bastard is-"
"But she's right, Tori..." Bulgaria's voice came softly as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around confused Lithuania's neck, and the lover of Turkey grinned. "No offense, but I think you're going a little over the brink of insanity, and that's coming from me! Trust me when I say that Poland is dead."
Some of the madness vanished from Lithuania's eyes as he looked back at the nation confusedly. "He... He is? Are you sure, idiot?"
Bulgaria laughed softly and patted Lithuania's head. "Da, of course I'm sure! You know I'd never lie to you, Lithy!"
"Really? He's really... gone?" Lithuania asked uncertainly, staring at his bloodied hands.
"Yup!" Bulgaria chirped happily. "He's on the highway to hell as we speak!"
"Really?"
"Really."
"He's dead?"
"Deader than disco!"
"And you're sure."
"As sure as my love for my beloved!"
Lithuania's expression softened, and he laughed tiredly, covering his eyes with his hands as he smirked. "Good… Good… Thank you, Dimitri."
Bulgaria giggled, giggled like a silly schoolgirl, and blushed. "Anytime, Toris."
"And remember, Lithuania, you already eradicated any chances of him returning." Everyone was surprised at the new voice, and much to Egypt's horror and disbelief, Guatemala walked out from the same door as Honduras and Nicaragua, smiling slyly. "Hence, why it's necessary to do that. Good job, by the way!"
No…
"Caramba!" Belize exclaimed in alarm then glared viciously at her former caretaker. "How the hell did you escape?! We put ropes and barricaded the doors and everything!"
Guatemala smirked and shrugged. "The answer to that question is between me and Tiny Tori."
"Wait, what?" Lithuania asked, apparently having regained most of sanity and was now very pale.
"I'll explain it to you later." Guatemala said nonchalantly as he held up a hand to silence him and smiled. "Do any of you have any other obligation to do here?"
"Not really." Turkey grinned.
"Then let's go."
After that was said, there was a sort of chain reaction. There was a grunt from Nicaragua as she stumbled, it turned out that Denmark was waiting behind her and had hit her on the head and took advantage of her dazed state. A gurgling scream echoed throughout the house as Denmark tore out her stomach with his bare hands. Honduras shrieked.
"Regina!" Costa Rica screamed in horror as just arrived limping to the room only to see Nicaragua's death, and glared at Denmark. "Hijo de-"
But Costa Rica never got to finish that curse when Turkey grabbed his head and smirked as he snapped his neck. Honduras screamed something in Spanish, like a horrified exclaim or an upset curse, and very nearly got her throat slit by Bulgaria, who soon became occupied with Romania. Despite her luck, Guatemala used the chance to grab her by the neck and slam her head against the wall.
An explosion was heard then scream erupted, who Egypt recognized as coming from Belize, who he saw was gripping her wrist where it was awfully burnt all the way to the hand, her stomach looked bad as well. Hong Kong was laughing and holding a firecracker in one hand.
Seeing all this chaos, made his blood boil.
An idea came to Egypt's mind. It may have lower him to their level, but he was too furious to even care in the slightest, and his resolve, and sudden lack of pain in his heart, helped him in being able to stand up and walk towards Hong Kong, who was busy smirking at Belize to notice him coming until it was too late. Egypt morphed his right hand into a talon while he used his other hand to turn Hong Kong, who was now puzzled.
It was definitely worth a try, and they deserved this.
"Wait a minute, what are you do- AGH!" Hong Kong screamed as Egypt dug into his chest, his screams immediately dying down after a second as the former tore through his lungs and managed to rip out his heart after about half-a-minute.
"HONG KONG!" Lithuania shouted in alarm and promptly kicked Egypt to the ground, and the European panickily snatched Hong Kong's heart from his talon and Denmark picked up the Asian's body.
Egypt would have tried to stop them, but a boot slammed on his head, and looked up to meet a livid Turkey.
"You're gonna regret doing that, Gupta." Turkey practically snarled, angry for the first time since all this, and picked Egypt up by the collar. "That's a stupid risk ya took, you don't even know how it works. Now, you're going to pay."
Turkey flinched when something hit him from behind and the culprit was none other than a frowning Hungary. "Put him down, you bastard."
"Darling!" Bulgaria called out worriedly, clasping his hands together in a pleading manner. "We need to leave. Please, Hong Kong's…"
It appeared it was Bulgaria who convinced, as Turkey's snarl became a frown and he began to lower Egypt, but then instead dropped him when the man suddenly got struck by lightning.
"Ohohohoho, no you don't!" Romania sneered, gnashing his teeth ferociously. "You are not leaving until I make you pay for breaking Bulgaria."
"Sorry, but that's going to have to wait, Vlad…" Turkey sneered and restrained an angry Bulgaria, then grabbed the latter's hand. "Until next time, you three!"
"Wait!" Romania started to chase after them but was halted shortly when Lithuania got in his way and punched him. "Gah!"
"Thank you for having me, amigo!" Guatemala shouted out mockingly as he fled with the others.
/ / / / /
Tunisia let out a small scream as he was harshly shoved to the floor right after Morocco opened the door.
His eerily calm brother took to forcefully dragging him along with a painful grip into the building while Algeria could only scream Tunisia's name and angrily curse Morocco's very name with all her strength, adding to Tunisia's guilt of not being able to stay with his sister. But at least Morocco didn't hurt her…
Once they got inside, Tunisia nearly threw up as he saw the results of Morocco and Cameroon's… work.
As Tunisia started to get himself up, he was abruptly pushed back down when Morocco stomped on his chest. Tunisia grunted and watched as his brother again slammed then dug his foot into his stomach, with the former crying out as he did so.
"Get off me, Rahim!" Tunisia exclaimed as he tried to push Morocco's foot away.
Morocco smirked and kindly responded by slamming his foot against Tunisia's stomach. Tunisia grunted and desperately tried to do it again, but the pain in his chest prevented him from doing so.
"Ah-ah-ah…" Morocco chided softly, wagging his index finger, chuckling at Tunisia's helplessness. "You will stay there, writhing beneath my foot, understand? Besides, I rather like seeing you under me…"
Tunisia could gulp nervously in response, feeling very, very afraid right now.
Something Morocco seemed to notice as he smiled with faux-kindness, crooning. "Oh, no need to look so scared, my dear brother… I just want to have some quality time with you, Is that so bad? Does my true nature unnerve you that much?"
"Y-You ate them…" Tunisia stammered in horror, feeling his stomach turn as he recalled what he saw, and his eyes fixated on the blood on Morocco. "How could… The humans, their bodies were… ugh… You really are just like the others…"
Morocco grinned at his disgust and proceeded to lick the blood on his inner left forearm, humming in satisfaction. "I apologize but I, along with the others, developed rather enormous appetites after years without a proper meal. Though South Africa cheated several times during the Apartheid, though in his defense he wasn't in the best state of mind at the time."
"Since… Since when did you become a cannibal? When? How? Why?!"
Morocco hummed in thought, staring up at the ceiling. "Hmm, it's actually not as long ago as you think. I was already a young adult then when I had my very first taste of blood. It was a little after I met South Africa, Nigeria and Cameroon, they were all remarkably younger then, cute malevolent little things they were, and after witnessing them feasting on humans, I decided to try it out just out of curiosity."
"Just out of curiosity?!" Tunisia exclaimed.
"Yes, now don't interrupt me, it's not polite. Anyway, before I knew it, I found myself very… fond of it. Very fond of it…" Morocco said sadistically, cheeks flushing and grinning as he leaned down to an unnerved Tunisia. "I gave you your very first taste of blood… Tell me, did you like it? Did you feel pleasure as you tasted the metallic sweetness in your mouth?"
Tunisia paled and couldn't bring himself to speak as he saw the insane smile on Morocco's lips. The overwhelming aura of madness and bloodlust was downright disturbing, and Tunisia wanted nothing more than to run far, far, far away from Morocco.
"Well? Did you?" Morocco pressed eagerly. "Go on, I want you to share every detail. Tell me, I insist."
Tunisia gulped and managed to find his voice, gritting his teeth. "Wh-What do you mean pleasure?! I never liked blood and I never will! I'm not like you. Besides, how could I ever feel any sort of pleasure with you assaulting me-"
"Is that so? Then how come you didn't put up much of a fight when I kissed you back there?" Morocco cut in, scoffing and wearing a confident smirk when he saw Tunisia pale.
"I did try to push you away!"
"Because Algeria was there."
"That hardly has anything to do with-"
"The moment I kissed you, a part of you was willing, accepting of my love, but it was crushed when you realized that our pathetic sister was watching, and you became terrified."
"What do you want with me?" Tunisia asked suddenly, desperate to change the topic or at least stall, and much to his relief Morocco went along with it.
"What do I want?" Morocco said, placing his hands over his hear, smiling peacefully. "I want a lot of things, actually. France's downfall, obviously, you already know that, as well as the fall of other Europeans. Indulge in the pleasures of blood and carnage and the flesh. Perhaps spend the rest of my days in the new world in my house with Abarshane, drinking tea."
Tunisia frowned, feeling slight annoyance replace some of his anxiety. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."
Morocco burst out laughing and covered his mouth to hide his gleeful grin. "Oh, I know. But to answer your question, I want to help set you on the right path, as I stated during our lovely night together."
Tunisia felt himself blanche. "That… The dream was real?"
Morocco snorted, as if that was a stupid question, and smiled mockingly. "Of course that dream was real, you adorable idiot, and you know it was! Honestly, all this pretending of yours can get really grating sometimes! You should have known that the feelings were too real. Don't you remember the warmth? My love?"
"L-Love?!" Tunisia found himself stuttering in disbelief. No, what happened was far from it. "If I remember correctly, all you did was taunt me, had Abarshane trap me, had the nerve to accuse me of-"
"And if you remember correctly, you'll know that I said that I wasn't accusing you, because it that would imply you disgust me. And…" Morocco grinned and jabbed a finger with a razor for a nail into Tunisia's heart. "I know. I know whom your heart desires, what is considered a disgusting, atrocious sin by Muslims, you are exactly who you help discriminate and torture."
Tunisia shook his head, desperately trying to deny it at those reminders. "N-No, I-"
"Enough." Morocco growled, startling Tunisia into shutting his mouth, and his smile returned. "Seriously, I've had enough of this denial of yours. I thought you'd at least accepted it a bit more by now. Oh well, maybe it'll help if I just state the obvious…"
"No! Don't!" Tunisia pleaded, he never heard anyone say that sentence to his face before and he wasn't going to hear it now. "Don't say it!"
But expecting begging to work on someone like Morocco was foolish.
If it was possible, Morocco's grin became even more demented. Morocco was clearly relishing the look of fear and shame on Tunisia's face. He was obviously doing this for the enjoyment of reminding Tunisia of his own sins.
"Funny, how many of your homosexuals have you seen beg for mercy or forgiveness as they were dragged away to torment? How many did you help? No, how many did you rat them out to your authorities?" Morocco challenged, sneering.
"H-How did you-" Tunisia stuttered but was cut off when Morocco playfully thwacked his head.
"It's both amusing and annoying seeing you try to "redeem" yourself by delivering your own innocent citizens to a hell on earth." Morocco remarked and laughed heartily. "Why, you even sort of impressed me with your cruelty! Not even we, the African Five, would do such a thing! Although as someone who prefers the company of men I'm quite angry at you for that."
Tunisia flinched, and he was sure he looked like a kicked puppy. "N-No, you're wrong! I'm not cruel! Th-They were breaking th-the law, damning themselves to hell! They were my people, I had to do something for them! It was the only-"
"Hush, my sweet confused brother, I'll fix that stupidity drilled into your mind soon enough and listen to my words." Morocco's grin broadened and became more twisted as he began to prod his finger into Tunisia's heart with every word. "You. Are. Gay."
Tunisia flinched at that statement, and he felt himself beginning to tear up.
"It's odd, you're odd, that even though you hate yourself for liking the same gender, even though you caused suffering to your own people, you know deep down in your heart that you want, almost need, someone to love you." Morocco smirked and chuckled, licking his lips in a snake-like way. "But sadly… you have no one. No one to love you back to comfort you from the fact that you're a grave sinner. So, you've had to endure many years, with no love or comfort, with a secret that's slowly eating you from the inside."
After that very detailed explanation was spoken, his heart couldn't take any more, and Tunisia sobbed, tears pricking his eyes.
It's true. Tunisia's really pathetic, wasn't he?
But then Tunisia felt a hand gently caress his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see Morocco only centimeters from his face smiling gently at him, a far cry from his demented smile from just a minute ago. Despite knowing this, Tunisia didn't flinch away from his brother's touch, he's desperate for any sort of comfort, even from Morocco.
"I can love you… I will love you… I can heal your poor heart…" Morocco offered kindly, smiling the sincerest smile Tunisia has ever seen since all this started. "I won't reject you, I would never do that to you. While Algeria and the others will treat you like the worst scum this world has to offer, I will be there for you to remind you that you're not."
Tunisia sniffed, and his resigned brown eyes. "What…? Why?"
Morocco smiled so kindly. "Because I can't stand seeing you suffering under these rules.
For a moment, just a moment, Tunisia felt extremely tempted by that offer. Morocco appeared to be sincere, so maybe Tunisia could…
Tunisia swallowed some tears and shook his head. No, no, he couldn't. That'd be incest! Worse than liking people of the same gender. Besides, Morocco was a wicked man. Tunisia couldn't forget what his brother had done to them.
"I see you're afraid of me…" Morocco muttered calmly, but still smiled nonetheless. "But don't worry, that'll change in a moment."
But just as Morocco moved, South Vietnam burst through the doors, and Tunisia's brother looked far from happy to see him. If how Morocco raked his nails across his hands was any unnerving indication.
"What… do you want?" Morocco growled in a near feral rage, obviously doing everything in his power not to go and strangle South Vietnam. "If you haven't noticed, I'm a little busy right now, Chinh, so unless France-"
"It is France." South Vietnam stated, narrowing his eyes. "He's here. I just wanted to let you know if in case you were interested."
"Oh, he is? Very well then." Morocco said cheerfully, leaving no trace of his earlier rage, and stood up while smiling at Tunisia. "Be a dear and don't leave this room, will you?"
And with that Morocco ran, or rather hurried in a dignified manner, out of the room. South Vietnam looked at him and gave what appeared to be an apologetic look before shrugging and shutting the doors.
/ / / / /
Monaco got startled when she found herself pulled into a corner by France.
So far today, she had been able to maintain her composure before and after the attack. She chalked it up to the reassurance that she will never go through that gruesome torment ever again. Of course, she may or may not have felt her blood freeze once she saw Haiti, but she quickly managed to calm herself and kept her cool throughout the encounter.
Although, Monaco nearly fell on her back once South Vietnam's face. Or to be more specific, when Monaco's mind, after much difficulty, managed to register the thought that she was seeing a dead nation in front of her, which since it was a fact that was mind-blowing it reasonably took a while.
Fascinating. Despite all the dreadful things this meant, as well as the repercussions, Monaco couldn't help but be intrigued by the concept. Anyone who shared her sort of existence should be, in her opinion. Such a thing as the resurrection of a nation was... astonishing, to say the least. If South had really died at the end of the Vietnam War, would separating the land bring him back? Does he need a piece of land to live?
So many questions…
But there this odd story Seborga once told her about the Roman Empire visiting Italy while the latter slept…
Monaco tried not to think much of it.
This was on an unrelated note, but Monaco missed Seychelles, however at the same time, she was glad that Seychelles wasn't here. Monaco may or may not have pressed Egypt for a lot of information, perhaps not in the politest way, but worry tended to do that. She felt relieved that Seychelles was alright, but still, it would be nice to see her.
Though perhaps, Monaco mused, it was for the best that Seychelles wasn't here. Her friend was safe, away from conflict, but Monaco had no doubt that Seychelles wished to be with Big Brother France again.
If only Seychelles knew of Monaco's situation.
Out of instinct, or perhaps fear, before she could properly analyze her options and the scenarios that could occur as she often did, Monaco dashed off to follow France. In all honesty, she did prefer to stay by France's side, she felt safer, and besides, he wanted her as close to him as possible.
Until they reached danger.
"Please listen to me, my little Monaco..." France began gravely, gently grabbing Monaco's shoulders. "This is where I'll have to leave you. Now, I know Haiti promised that no harm will come to you, but I still prefer you remain here to avoid… disturbing imagery."
"Oui, I understand." Monaco nodded, frowning. "But… will you be…"
"Honhonhonhon, why of course!" France said haughtily, Monaco saw through the obvious lie, but made no comment. "I told you that I will do my best to survive for the sake of you and the rest of the world!
Monaco wanted to tear up. "I… I know…"
"Oui, so chin up my cute little sister, and-"
"Big Brother France?!" Monaco said worriedly, but France held up his hand.
"I'm fine, I'm fine! Don't worry…" France trailed off as he coughed into his hand, and Monaco widened her eyes in horror when she saw blood on it. "Mon Dieu…"
Monaco paled at the implication. "Does… Does that mean that your boss is…?"
"I… I need to go, Lucille." France said shakily. "Please, stay safe."
And that was how Monaco watched her brother leave to confront the enemy. Thus, how she ended wandering around the entrance hall in circles, or at least her nose caught a foul stench.
There was really nothing else to do, she was left a little bored, but then Monaco quickly regretted that though when she gagged, as inelegant as it was, at what had to be the most horrible odor since England's cooking. Monaco pinched her nose.
Good Lord, what on earth was that smell?
Monaco sniffed, and out of curiosity, she followed the odor a few rooms down the hall. She couldn't pinpoint which one, but she got a good guess when she spotted one room with the door open, and she tip-toed toward it. She took a step or two into the dark room when she froze.
There were two people. One lying on the floor while the other was kneeling and hunched over the first person. It was Cameroon. Monaco felt her stomach churn and covered her mouth when she realized exactly what he was doing to the human.
This seemed like a perfectly good time to leave.
Then as if the entire wide and magnificent universe suddenly hated her, as if karma decided to punish Monaco extremely unfairly for draining people of their money because of her love for gambling, ignorant of the consequences, the small principality's back hit the frame of the door with a very audible "thud."
Cameroon immediately stopped chewing and straightened up so fast that Monaco could have sworn she heard something snap, and he appeared to be frozen, as if trying to digest the fact that there may be an unwanted guest interrupting his… activities. Monaco hoped that he'll remain that way.
Well?! The logical, smart, impatient, terrified part of Monaco's mind screamed at her. What are you waiting for, you idiot?! Go! GO! Run way while you still can!
But she couldn't, she wanted to, but she couldn't. Her feet were rooted to the ground in fear.
For a long while, which was actually about five seconds, there was nothing happening. No, nothing, zero. Monaco still had her back against the frame, not daring to move out fear that she'll make another sound, and Cameroon was still somewhat on the ground with his back straightened up. The only sound in the room was the rasping breaths from Cameroon.
She couldn't breathe…
No… Don't swallow…
Unable to bear the heavy silence any more, Monaco began to make a small move to step away from the door frame so she could run away, but then…
Cameroon's head began to slowly turn around, rasping and moaning as he did, and the principality queasily noted the blood all over his mouth and jaw. He appeared to be snarling, or just gritting his teeth, but appeared quite angry nonetheless. His eyes were unfocused, like… like… he was trying to regain his rationality or his train of thought, (he looked furious!) until they finally focused on her.
Cameroon growled, and Monaco's heart nearly stopped.
Monaco was sure she had never run away faster than she was right now.
Yes, perhaps it was for the best that Seychelles wasn't here.
/ / / / /
"Well, well, I honestly wasn't expecting you to be here, Seychelles." Nigeria cheerfully remarked just as Seychelles panicked and desperately tried to get him to let go of her hair. "Last I heard you were hiding in Central America with those two surviving Caribbean girls. Huh, what are the odds of us meeting here again?"
How could she not be? The last time Seychelles saw him, he was chewing Mauritius's shoulder and nearly attacked her himself after she pushed him off. Seychelles remembered feeling very frightened by the fury on Nigeria's face, she probably got on his bad side. And Seychelles mentally kicked herself for that, though she didn't regret helping Mauritius, Nigeria really terrified her.
"L-Let go!" Seychelles pleaded and yelped when Nigeria pulled again.
"Nah, I've been wanting to torment you a little for a while." Nigeria shook his head, grinning mischievously. "Those two other girls wouldn't happen to be with you, would they?"
"Wh… What's it to you?" Seychelles demanded with a scowl, trying to sound brave.
Nigeria sneered but then Seychelles heard some rubble moving and she gasped when she saw a hand reach out from the rubble, and soon enough a man began to crawl his way out of the mountain of debris, looking in bad shape.
However, Nigeria just scoffed in amusement and raised his other hand. "Oops, looks like I missed one. Let's fix that, shall we?~"
Blood red fire erupted from Nigeria's hand and he threw it towards that pile of rubble, and it blew up.
Seychelles felt horrified at what she just saw, but Nigeria immediately turned to her with a smirk. "To answer your question, I'm not very happy that two powerless islands managed to outrun my little brother and destroy his wish of a mercy killing. I'm upset on his behalf."
"Y-You just-" Seychelles stammered.
"So, do you know or not?" Nigeria asked curtly, raising an amused eyebrow.
"W-Well, I'm not telling!" Seychelles stuttered and crossed her arms in defiance. She looked silly, didn't she?
"Eh, that hardly matters." A familiar voice said, making Seychelles blink as she looked around for the source, only to pale when she gazed up to see South Africa standing on air. "We'll find them soon or later, with or without your help."
Seychelles shrieked and quickly scrambled away just as Nigeria let her go, gaping. "You- You're flying! How… you… you're flying!"
South Africa smirked. "Obviously, you domkop."
"How?!" Seychelles exclaimed.
"None of your business." Nigeria said casually as he thwacked Seychelles, and he grinned at the frightened island girl. "What you should be worried about is that you have us to deal with, so I recommend you stay out of our way."
A realization hit Seychelles and she stared at the two in disbelief. "You two… Did the two of you do all this to Gupta by yourselves?"
"Ja, isn't it beautiful?" South Africa landed on the ground and spread his arms wide in glee at all the destruction surrounding them. "Buildings demolished, thousands of humans lives snuffed out as they cried out in agony. I speak for both of us when I say that we've never felt more alive."
"But… But why?!" Seychelles cried out.
"The question isn't why, Seychelles. The question you should be asking is… why not?" South Africa shrugged with a sadistic smirk. "Ja, think about it. Why shouldn't we massacre humans that we don't care about in the slightest for our own amusement? Why not? Because it's wrong? Because people shouldn't die for our pleasure?"
Nigeria joined next to him and grinned ferally. "Really, who's going to stop us?"
"Not those terrified Caribbean girls who clearly have no idea what they're doing."
"Not the runaways in France."
"And certainly not you." South Africa finished and raised his hand, only for a bark to stop him.
Anubis barked furiously, and he growled at the two nations. South Africa and Nigeria were surprised at this and put their guard up, knowing not to underestimate Egypt's pet. Soon enough, the three nations watched in shock as Anubis began to glow and grow in size, until he became a wolf-headed human towering over them wielding a scepter.
"Shit." South Africa said wide-eyed, but then he smiled. "Still, I do like a challenge."
"He will face the power of the spirits." Nigeria said as his hands lit up.
Huh, no wonder Egypt trusted Anubis could protect them, Seychelles thought as she watched agape.
/ / / / /
"WHAT?!" Lithuania bellowed at the stone-faced Guatemala, who already anticipated such a reaction and covered his ears. "MY LITTLE SISTER IS HERE IS PARIS?! AND SHE BROKE IN AND HELPED FREE YOU?!"
"Si, as I explicitly stated twice before…" Guatemala said flatly.
"HOW?!" Lithuania demanded.
Guatemala shrugged nonchalantly and smiled as he leaned back into the seat of the van. "She said that she hid herself in a bag and stowed away in the luggage compartment of the plane you all used to get here."
"WHAT?!" Lithuania screamed in horror.
"I'm not repeating that again, amigo." Guatemala muttered, and sighed. "Still, I owe Vilnius a lot for helping me out, and you should be happy that-"
"HAPPY?! HOW COULD I BE HAPPY?! MARI COULD HAVE GOTTEN SUFFOCATED OR SEEN BY ONE OF THOSE IDIOTS, THUS CAUSHING OUR TOP SECRET PROJECT TO-"
"Be quiet." Denmark hissed irately as he checked on Hong Kong, who's state was still uncertain, and Lithuania wisely shut his mouth.
"Aw, don't be so angry at Mari, Tori~" Bulgaria sang cheerfully to his upset friend while a smirking Turkey stroked his hair. "She just wants to help our little organization and make a better world. Besides, she's smart, and I'm sure she was very careful."
"I'm still going to ground her when I see her again." Lithuania grumbled into his seat, but then a horrible realization struck him. "Wait… Where is Mari?"
Bulgaria hummed in thought and then happily shrugged. "I don't know!"
Lithuania looked at Guatemala desperately, but the Central American also shrugged. "I think she said something about waiting on some other block or along those lines… I can't remember very well."
Lithuania's eye twitched and he face-palmed. "I'm surrounded by idiots…"
Denmark growled.
"Yes, except for you, Denmark."
/ / / / /
How could it have come to this?
France tried not to let the feelings of that thought show as he kept his glare at Haiti, said ex-colony of his was smirking proudly, as if saying that victory was his, as he had a foot on top of the torso of France's boss. France's now dead boss. He swallowed and tried not to that bother him much.
France had just burst through the doors, past the bodies and the blood-splattered walls, to the office to find his boss, though he knew that he'd find something unpleasant waiting for him at the end. Haiti was obviously waiting for him. South Vietnam, Morocco and Cameroon were nowhere to be seen, but they were here, and when they'd learn that their precious big brother was here, they'll all come racing to torment him.
South Vietnam was certainly a twist France hadn't seen coming, not for a million years, and it only helped in instilling more regret and shame in him. Yet another mistake France had committed in his arrogance and greed. France was as happy to see South Vietnam as he was broken-hearted over seeing him with the enemy.
How will Viet… North Vietnam react when she discovers this? It'll break her poor heart.
"I… I see you've went and murdered my boss…" France said with a strained voice, clutching the area of his heart. "Did… Did you four accomplish what you wanted? Do to me what your fellow members did to Belgium? Torture me, I mean."
"Hmm, yes, but I have to say, it was kind of boring." Haiti remarked as he kicked the corpse, smiling in amusement while France narrowed his eyes. "I expected it to be more fun than this."
France raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Why is that?"
Haiti looked up at him and grinned slyly. "Because, Francis, we didn't come here to kill them. No, we all came here with the desire to personally torture you with our bare hands, no bombings or assassinations, just you."
"Then why kill my boss?" France asked.
"Because it was necessary. It'd be chaos if many members of your government suddenly turned up dead, wouldn't it?" Haiti asked gleefully and laughed at France's expression. "We want something to annoy you until we get to kill you. This is all part of our revenge."
"But Monaco will be left unharmed, right?" France asked worriedly. "You or the others will not hurt my little girl, right? Please…"
Haiti frowned and scoffed as he crossed his arms. "Yes, yes, none of us will hurt Monaco."
"Although if I were you, I'd be worried about myself." A regal voice remarked before France winced at feeling something pinching the back of his neck, the culprit being Morocco.
"Rahim…" France muttered in pain before exclaiming after Morocco clawed his face.
"Shut it, you pathetic dog. You don't deserve to call any of us by our human names." Morocco hissed hatefully, licking the blood on his nails. "Especially not after you tried to dominate us."
France rubbed his bleeding cheek and sighed. "I know…"
"You seem rather resigned." South Vietnam noted from behind France, the pointed bamboo stick in his hands stained with fresh blood. "Why is that?"
"I am ready to die." France said sadly, and to join his beloved Joan.
"No, not… yet." Morocco brandished his sharp razors for nails and began to bite them. "Prussia wants to see you before we finish you, which is unfortunately not today, I'm afraid. But, keep in mind that your end is nearing."
"Disobeying direct orders will not be tolerated." Cameroon said coldly as he went in front of France. "I will not allow it."
France widened his eyes at the mention of his old friend and frowned as he shook his head. "Non, tell that traitor that I don't want to hear any more lies he has to say."
Cameroon growled at him. "You will speak of him with respect!"
"He doesn't deserve respect, Roshaun." France said gently, which did nothing to calm Cameroon.
"And why is that?" Cameroon snapped.
"Because, Roshaun, Gilbert spent God knows how many years lying to me and-
"Oh… wait." Cameroon interrupted him blankly and he snarled at France. "I don't care."
And then he punched France in the stomach.
I couldn't help but add the Monaco and Cameroon bit for the sake of creating a darker atmosphere, and add some creepiness, and I was very inspired by Resident Evil's iconic zombie scene. I apologize if it was too disturbing for you guys "nervous laughter". Please review!