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Chapter 65

Few things could frighten Nepal. Having the Hindu god of creation angry at him was one of those things.

Nepal and South Korea were pinned against the wall, hovering about two feet in the air. Brahma was holding them up with his magic, and whenever he heard something that he didn't want to hear, a burst of pain would strike both Asian nations.

"Do not test my patience, mortals," Brahma said icily. "What exactly did you do with Raj?"

"I told you," Nepal begged. "I don't know what Egypt has done with him!"

There was another burst of pain, and both nations cried out. This one was worse than the last few.

"You know something," Brahma said. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have taunted David and the others. Now, tell me what was done to him."

"…Release those mortals now."

Nepal felt the overwhelming urge to cry in relief. He recognised the Egyptian deity that came to interrupt. Ra. Egypt must have finally gotten through to him.

"This does not concern you," Brahma spat.

"Unfortunately, it does," Ra said.

Ra moved fast – faster than Nepal could comprehend. But suddenly, the two deities were fighting, and Nepal and South were dropped on the ground. Nepal winced as the sudden motion caused his ankle to twist sideways, but at least he wasn't being tortured by a god anymore. They watched for a while as the two gods battled, with Ra gradually pushing Brahma back until they disappeared down another hallway. Nepal sighed in relief, realising that Ra was giving them a chance to escape.

He nearly jumped when the nearby door opened, and the other nations of Requiem came pouring out. Nepal narrowed his eyes.

"A little help would have been nice!" he snapped.

"Do you think any of us would be stupid enough to challenge a god?" Mexico scoffed. "It's your fault, by the way. If you would've ignored North Korea, and if you didn't feel the urge to taunt them about India, then you wouldn't have ended up in that mess."

Nepal ground his teeth, and he could see that South looked equally upset.

"You've got your communicator on you, right?" Argentina asked.

"Of course," Nepal said. "Why?"

"We're evacuating," Libya explained. "We need to get the prisoners and head to the hangar. Green and Faroe are going to guide the way."

"Now?" South asked.

"Yes," Somalia said firmly.

Somalia and Eritrea had arrived at the Washroom a bit before all of this began. They were supposed to be there for extra security, but it was a wasted effort now.

"That's going to be a bit tricky," Nepal said. "When Brahma dropped me, I twisted my ankle. It hurts."

To illustrate his point, he pulled up the leg of his trousers, showing them his ankle. He winced when he realised that it had already started swelling pretty badly.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" South asked, eyes widening.

"I was a bit distracted," Nepal said. "And besides, everything hurts."

"Good point."

"Fine," Mexico sighed. "You two, get to the hangar, and start treating his leg. The rest of us will get the prisoners and meet you there."

The two nodded, and Nepal was surprised when South turned his back to him.

"Get on," he said. "You need to get off that leg."

Nepal smiled softly at his lover's consideration. As the others left, Nepal climbed on South's back, and he hoped the other could feel his heartbeat. He hoped he realised how much he loved South Korea.

…

They knew they were pressed for time, so they were mostly relying on Ganesha to tell them if he could sense a nation behind one of the doors. They also needed to avoid Requiem's own gods, and having the god of overcoming obstacles on one's side was a serious advantage.

Ganesha suddenly stopped, turning to the door next to him.

"Is there someone in here?" Lithuania asked.

Ganesha nodded his head, before forcing the door open. There was a collective gasp as they saw the prone figure lying in his blood.

"Tibet!" Prussia exclaimed.

The figure stirred, slowly lifting his head. There was a resigned look on his face. Malaysia took a step closer.

"It's okay," he said. "We're not here to hurt you."

"China's worried about you," Prussia said.

"China?" Tibet repeated, pushing himself up. "Why would he be worried about me?"

"Because politics or not, you're still family," Malaysia said, stepping closer. "Do you remember what happened?"

"South Korea… torturing me. I also remember… seeing Myanmar and… Bangladesh… and India…"

"We're allies of India," Lithuania said. "We already managed to rescue him. We're trying to get more prisoners out."

Tibet swallowed thickly.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's a long story," Sierra Leone said. "One I would rather not discuss with them around."

"We'll tell you later," Malaysia said. "Do you trust us?"

Tibet looked down, before nodding his head. He was helped up by Brunei, and the group made their way out of there as fast as they could.

…

"So, remind me again why you can't ask Quetzalcoatl or the other deities to help us?" Peru prompted.

Mexico sighed in annoyance, before turning to face the South American.

"Because they might occasionally come to me in my country," she explained, "but outside, I'll need a blood sacrifice. They're very fickle since the pyramids are no longer drenched in blood. I may have a decent relationship with them, but it doesn't mean that they'll come whenever I ask them."

Peru was thankfully silent for a while.

"Why don't we sacrifice one of the prisoners, or one of the Alvora nations?" he asked.

"Because we went through a lot of trouble getting some of the prisoners," Argentina explained. "And unless we can get a member of Alvora on their own – which is unlikely to happen right now – we're out of luck. It's too dangerous."

Peru pouted when he heard that, and he turned his head to the side.

"It's too bad I don't have contact with the Inca deities, huh?" he asked.

"Do you think they would have helped?" Argentina asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"…I'd like to think so."

"Focus, you two," Mexico scolded. "We're here."

They paused in front of a door, which Mexico opened. Inside, strapped to a chair, was Belize, who was showing the first signs of regaining consciousness.

"I actually feel a bit sorry for him," Peru said. "He's only just waking up, and already, he's going to sleep again."

"Since when do you feel sorry for anyone?" Argentina asked, eyebrow raised.

Mexico ignored them as she raised the pistol. It would be easier to transport the prisoners if they were all asleep.

…

Palestine and Pakistan were grouped together with Libya. Libya would have preferred to be paired up with Eritrea, but since the other two were new and didn't know the layout of the facility yet, it was Libya's responsibility to help them out.

Originally, Peru should have been the one teamed up with them, but as Mexico pointed out, Italy and Romano were still mad at Libya and Eritrea for letting Alvora slip through their fingers the previous time.

Libya was still a bit annoyed at the way they had gotten the better of him. Well, at least they managed to verify that Alvora wasn't above using dirty tactics.

They also needed to be in a group of three, due to the prisoner they were targeting: Nigeria. He remembered what happened with the experiment with Tunisia, and while it had been fun to see what Nigeria was capable of, it wasn't when he was the one that had to deal with him. They had to temporarily kill him for all their sakes, though Greenland did seem upset that it would interfere with his programming.

He stopped the other two when they arrived at that room. He turned to them with a serious expression.

"Brace yourselves," he warned. "Part of the process involved stripping Nigeria of all sanity and… well, basically anything remotely resembling humanity."

Palestine and Pakistan shared a look, and both nodded solemnly. Libya pressed his lips into a thin line, before he unlocked the door.

Nigeria was in the centre of the room, raking his nails across his skin. His skin was painted in various shades of red, as the blood was in varying stages of drying. He looked up at their entrance and narrowed his eyes. He recognised that he had a new outlet for his insane aggression.

Libya quickly drew his pistol, right when Nigeria decided to launch himself in their direction. He managed to shoot the insane nation between the eyes, downing him. The warning to the other two had been in case he missed.

"That… was actually scary," Palestine remarked.

"I agree," Pakistan said. "What did you do to him?"

"Indoctrination tends to be easier on individuals no longer able to think for themselves," Libya said, calmly making his way to Nigeria.

He didn't mention to the other two that, in the event they had declined the proposal to join them, they would have shared Nigeria's fate.

…

Somalia threw Sudan's body over his shoulder as he, Ethiopia and Eritrea left the room. Sudan was too skittish. They needed to fix that.

But that would be Greenland's problem. They were taking the prisoners to the second Washroom – constructed in case something happened to this Washroom, located in the Sahara Desert. And since Greenland was the most experienced with the Washroom's mechanics, she was the one with the most responsibility.

Ironic, considering she used to be a guest at the Washroom herself.

…

"We were asked to evacuate the prisoners," Egypt explained to Algeria. "Now, there's only one left."

Algeria nodded her head in understanding. She knew that no one she wanted would be a prisoner – Egypt already explained to her that Tunisia had been taken by Alvora. Still, she couldn't help but hope that this prisoner gave her a reason to subdue him.

It was strange. She felt as though something was stirred inside her. Something was awoken deep inside. And she liked it. She didn't want to question the nature of this stirring, and something told her to leave it alone, anyway. It felt wonderful. And something so wonderful couldn't be wrong.

Egypt stopped her, before opening the door. Inside, she could see Myanmar, hands buried in his hair. He looked up at their entrance, and she noticed that there was blood streaming out of his mouth. She subconsciously licked her lips when she saw the blood. Myanmar yelped and tried to back up when he saw the two of them, but Egypt was fast, removing a dagger.

"Wait," Algeria said. "Can I do it?"

Egypt looked back at her, his expression calculating, before he handed the dagger to her.

"Just remember," he warned, "we only want him to be temporarily dead."

Algeria nodded as she stalked closer to Myanmar, who continued to back up until he reached the wall. She felt so… powerful. She didn't realise it, but her movements had gained a sensual quality, and she was almost snakelike in her movements. Myanmar kept looking between her face and her hips, his expression one of fear.

Soon enough, she had him pinned down, and she straddled his waist, keeping him in place.

"You have no idea how… tempting you look," she said in a low voice.

She pressed their lips together, desperate to taste the blood. He whimpered as her tongue explored his mouth, before she pulled away, licking her lips in pleasure. She brought the dagger up to his throat, and he froze.

"I can feel your pulse through the blade," she said. "It feels so… beautiful. How do you feel, knowing that I could slit your throat at any moment?"

He didn't answer, his eyes trained on her. She cocked her head to the side, before she smirked, swiping her hand. He gasped as a deep gash appeared in his throat, and she eagerly leaned closer to lick up the blood pouring from the wound. Her stomach growled, and she took a bite, and then another, and another. Eventually, she realised that Myanmar was no longer moving, and she pulled away.

"That was… surprising," Egypt said at last. "But… good job. Now, let's get him out of here before we need to deal with Alvora."

She wiped the blood from her mouth before she stood up, allowing Egypt to pick up Myanmar. She heard a throat cleared behind her and turned to see Anubis standing there.

"Alvorans are nearby," he said. "I suggest we take another route."

Egypt nodded his head, before turning his attention to Algeria. She pouted at being denied an opportunity to mess with their enemies, but at least she had some fun. And she was still hungry.

…

"Damn," Faroe said, staring at the screen.

"You know that Mathias hates it when you use language like that," Greenland said absently. "Not that he's one to talk, to be honest."

"Just look here."

She went to the screen he indicated, and he rewound. She watched the screen with rapt fascination, her eyes widening.

"Whoa," she said.

"Do you think Algeria needs another round?" he asked.

"…No. A few tweaks, maybe, but it seems like the initial impression worked. And I think I have an idea. What do you think of Algeria and Myanmar?"

He glanced back to the screen and smirked.

"I'll admit, it looked interesting," he said. "Of course, his memories of the incident would be altered, and we'll need to increase her attraction for him."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," she said. "I was considering playing matchmaker, anyway. Well, looks like all the groups have someone. Let's get out of here as well, and then we'll launch Lullaby."

He nodded his head, taking the three hard drives while Greenland turned off all of the screens. They weren't stupid enough to leave any information on the computers, except for the current projects. Everything was always transferred to the hard drives, and the hard drives were always backed up. Italy and Romano each had a backup, and so did Denmark, Switzerland, Egypt, and South Korea. They always made sure to have enough, in case they had to relive the programming of a specific member.

They shared a look, knowing that they were essentially going blind. They only hoped that they didn't run into Alvora or battling gods.

…

When White opened her eyes, it was to see Brazil looking down at her. He'd been looking at her with a grim expression, but soon he beamed happily.

"Good afternoon," he said. "It's almost time for lunch."

She frowned when she heard that.

"How long was I out?" she asked.

"Since yesterday afternoon," he said. "You exhausted yourself during construction."

The memories flooded her mind, and she groaned at how stupid she was.

"How's Burkina Faso handling it?" she asked.

"She feels guilty," Brazil explained. "She knows that you exhausted yourself by showing her something that she wanted to know."

White sighed, pushing herself into a seated position.

"I should probably go put her mind at ease," she said. "Anything else happen while I was out?"

"Well… Agewe, Jeng and Toris went to rescue Raj and Gilbert, along with a few of the others," Brazil said.

"They managed to find them?!" she asked, smile forming on her face. The smile fell, however, when she saw the complicated look on Brazil's face. "What's wrong? Did something happen to them?"

"No word from them yet," Brazil said nervously. "The thing is… Themba tried to use his magic to find Raj, and… Well, that was at the same time Egypt decided to use magic on Raj's mind."

White widened her eyes when she heard that.

"What did that bliksem do to my brother?!" she demanded.

Brazil winced.

"Well…" he hesitated. "Apparently, he scrambled his mind a little, and… Um… Themba's been struck blind. Imane is freaking out. Agewe and Caio both took a look, and so did Sammy… By the way, he joined us now. He's officially a member of Alvora, and not just territory."

That was some good news, but she didn't allow it to distract her from the situation at hand.

"And Themba?" she prompted.

"Well… Your grandpa was fetched," he said. "And he managed to figure something out. Now, we just need to wait to see if it worked."

White pursed her lips.

"Where's Oupa now?" she asked.

"I think he's in the kitchen with Chané and Salma," he said.

"I need to hear from him what's going on. And then I need to make a plan to make Egypt pay. This isn't the first time he did something like this."

The attack on Cape Town was fresh in her mind. Out of all of Requiem's members, Egypt was most likely the one she hated the most.

…

Vishnu suddenly stopped the group. He turned to Israel, an annoyed expression on his face.

"It would seem that your enemies have fled," he said. "The only nations that remain in this place are with Ganesha."

Israel narrowed his eyes.

"They took them?" he asked. "Cowards."

At that moment, a cacophony of sound assaulted their ears. They all cried out in pain as the sounds assaulted them, pressing their hands against their ears. Only Vishnu and the currently-deaf Bangladesh were unaffected, but the god had a worried expression on his face.

"We need to get out of here right now!" he exclaimed.

He sent a telepathic message to Ganesha, and focused on taking the group of nations to a safer location. It was an old temple in an abandoned part of India, but it would be safe.

A moment later, Ganesha arrived with his own group, and the nations of that group suffered the same fate as the nations of Vishnu's group: they all passed out.

"Those sounds…" Ganesha said.

"I know," Vishnu said. "We can only wait to see if they're affected."

Finally, they're out of the Washroom. Didn't go quite the way I wanted it to. I kind of wanted one of the Alvora nations to die, but there was no way for me to fit that in… Oh well. Next time, I suppose.