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Chapter 115

Black went out to see that the soldiers were running around. Some were going in one direction, others in the opposite. Something was happening, and the soldiers were either trying to fight or trying to flee. Now he just needed to figure out which was which.

He found the clairvoyant outside – her name was Fariha – looking with wide eyes in one of the directions. He went to her, and he could see the panic on her face.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's them," she said. "Your enemies. But they didn't come alone. They brought a friend along. A powerful friend."

He turned to the direction where she was looking.

"Are they there?" he asked.

"Yes, but I wouldn't advise for you to go there," she replied. "They are interested in two things."

"And those are?"

"The two nations you managed to capture, and… you. They want you for something."

Black's mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Still, I can't let them anywhere near Imane or Tunisia," Black said. "I'll need to go."

And he ran off in the direction where the threat was. It didn't take him long to find them. And he froze when he saw exactly who was there.

"Ah, Black South Africa," Egypt greeted. "Just the man I wanted to see. Looks like your eyes are better."

Black's eyes were focused on the god accompanying Egypt. He wasn't quite sure what animal his head was supposed to represent, but it was almost doglike. He knew enough about Egyptian mythology to know that this was Set, which was not a good thing.

Egypt snapped his fingers, and Black found himself restrained by glowing tendrils. He struggled as Egypt grew closer, and yelped when Egypt grabbed the braid at the side of his head.

"You know, this reminds me of the sidelock of youth," Egypt mused. "Set, what do you think?"

The god growled.

"It reminds you a bit of Horus when he was a child," Egypt mused. "Do you know what the mythology regarding that is, Black?"

Black narrowed his eyes, which Egypt seemed to think meant that he didn't know. Egypt leaned closer and whispered the myth into his ear, and Black could feel as fear seeped into his core.

"What do you want with me?" he gasped.

Egypt smirked. Black's defiance was turning into compliance, and his eyes were focused on the god, who was eyeing him.

"I need the use of your power," Egypt informed. "You see, we need to find someone, and when we met in India's mind, I could see the full potential of your ability. It's the most powerful I've ever seen, and if it can't find who I'm looking for, then nothing will."

"And why should I help you?" Black asked. "I'm not going to let you hurt whoever it is you want."

"Then you should be happy to know that it's not someone I intend to hurt. You see, earlier Libya was taken by some hostile apparitions. Your power crosses the boundaries to all realms. Even if he was dead, you would be able to find his spirit."

Black narrowed his eyes.

"You seriously decided to attack our camp because you want my help with finding one of your allies?" Black asked incredulously. "Besides, what you're describing… If that was true, then I wouldn't have had to go all the way to Tripoli to find out that Mali was dead. By the way, what happened to Mauritania?"

"Bastet decided to keep her as a pet," Egypt said. "As for that little 'problem'… You'll just need a boost. I'm happy to help boost your magic to help find Libya."

"There's still the issue of why I should help you."

"Other than the possibility of me allowing Set to keep you as a pet? No… You're willing to sacrifice yourself because you don't want us to get what we want. So now might be a good time to say that I'm not the only Requiem nation here. And I know that you're not the only nation here. I could stop the others from hurting whoever's with you too much."

Black tensed. He thought of Morocco, and if Egypt was telling the truth, then she would be in danger.

"And it's not just your allies here," Egypt continued. "We know that your sister is in South Sudan. Our plan was to use her to find you. And depending on how willing she is to cooperate, she could get hurt. We sent Sudan along, and he's still a new recruit, so we're not quite sure where the limits to his cruelty are yet."

Black snorted.

"If he's anything like Algeria and Myanmar, then he'll make a stupid mistake," Black dismissed.

"But South Korea, Ethiopia and Nepal wouldn't make stupid mistakes. And neither would Anhur, god of war. So, if you want my colleagues to abandon the attack on your sister, you would cooperate."

Black stared at Egypt. He couldn't see a hint of a lie, but Egypt managed to fool the world for a long time. He didn't have a guarantee that he would honour anything, but it was all he had for now.

"Call them off," Black said. "I'll help you."

Egypt grinned in satisfaction, before he pulled out his cell phone. He pressed a button and brought the phone to his ear.

"Black's here, and I got his cooperation," Egypt said. "Get Algeria and Myanmar without seriously harming any nation that might be with them." Black narrowed his eyes as Egypt dialled someone else. Egypt pursed his lips, before he grinned. "As it turns out, Black's here," he said to whoever was on the other side. "So we won't need to ask White." Egypt hung up, before turning towards Black. "I can always change my mind. Don't make me call them back."

Black took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"How is this boost thing supposed to work?" he asked.

"Use your powers as you usually would, and I'll take it from there."

Black scowled, but tried to focus on Libya. He thought about the effeminate man who had a temper when anyone mentioned his feminine features. Even Poland once commented on his appearance. He thought of Libya's long and thick eyelashes, soft facial features and slender figure. He also thought of Libya's dismay that one time when all the male nations in Africa had a party together, where he lamented his inability to grow any facial hair. He also thought about the nation's habit of speaking Italian only when he needed to curse. There was that one time when even Romano looked as though he wanted to wash his mouth out with soap.

He felt uncomfortable when he felt Egypt's hand on his forehead. There was a burst of power, but he could already feel that it was too much. A vice started tightening around his head as images flooded his mind.

He was seeing through Libya's eyes, though he could tell that it wasn't the present. He saw someone with a strong resemblance to Libya lying on the ground with a huge hole in his chest. The image was replaced with a similar scene of another. Two names echoed in his mind.

Fezzan and Cirenaica.

Black didn't know who they were, but this was far from over. There was Eritrea and… Okay, Black did not need to see that. Well, that solved the preposition question. A part of him was impressed that they subverted stereotypes.

The scene thankfully flashed to something else. Libya was staring into blackness when two faces came into view. Black recognised them as the ones from earlier. And Libya's fear was his own. He watched through Libya's eyes as he was dragged away. And he watched as the other two grinned down at him.

He screamed in pain as it flooded his system, and it took him a while to realise that it was Libya's pain. He gritted his teeth as he tried to focus on where Libya was, and not what was happening. Because now he knew that he was in the present. The scenery looked similar to the one he had visited earlier, but that was impossible. It didn't seem like the same Tripoli.

He took a large gulp of air when Egypt's hand was removed, and the scene faded. His eyes snapped open as he tried to gather his breath. He was cold and he was drenched, and his blood felt as though it had abandoned his face. Egypt had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"So, they are in a different realm," Egypt mused. "Now we need to focus on retrieving him."

"Did you… read my mind?" Black gasped.

"I wanted to make sure that I get the correct information. Your power is truly impressive, by the way. It just needs a few adjustments."

Black shook his head in disgust, before regretting it as black spots started to dance in his vision.

"I'll see how far the others are, and then we'll be leaving," Egypt continued.

"Good," Black spat. "Because I really want you to get out of my face."

Egypt chuckled, and the sound slammed into him like a Labrador that hadn't seen its owner in months.

"I think you misunderstand," Egypt said. "An ability like yours has great potential. We've always thought so. In other words, you're coming with us."

Morocco tried hard not to pace as she heard the sounds of screams coming from outside. She couldn't afford to show how nervous she was about Black being out there. She didn't want the shark that was Algeria to smell even a single drop of blood. She could feel Algeria's eyes on her, and she knew that if she turned around she would see her sister wearing a grin that wouldn't be uncommon in Glasgow.

"I wonder who's outside," Algeria sang. "It sounds like they brought some heavy artillery. But your artillery is in Libya, isn't it?"

Morocco attempted to ignore her, but she still clenched her fists in anger. Tunisia shot her a look, and it was clear that her brother was nervous about the entire scenario. On the one hand, the humans – trained soldiers – were screaming in fear outside. On the other, he was in close proximity to the sister who cannibalised him. Morocco was intent on preventing anything that would somehow traumatise him further.

It was also clear to her that the old Algeria was gone forever. This was more than just brainwashing, and it terrified her to think that Requiem might have done this to many of their members. How many of them were stripped of their true personalities to become the soldiers that Requiem decided to use? How many of them were brainwashed after an attempt was made to properly recruit them, only for them to turn them down? How many of them had their last decision trampled in the dust? How many of them were forced to hate the people that they would have otherwise loved?

She could vaguely see a silhouette outside, and she hoped that it was Black. Still, her hands drifted towards the knife she kept at her hip. And when the tent flap was pushed aside to reveal a grinning, blood-splattered Somalia, the knife came out.

"Ah, so this is where you've been hiding," Somalia said. "How convenient."

"Who else is out there?" Morocco demanded.

"If you're wondering who is responsible for the screams you're hearing, that would be Eritrea and Nigeria. And you can be glad that I found you before Eritrea did. He's not too happy about you orchestrating the attack on his lover. But enough about that." His gaze flickered to Algeria and Myanmar. "I only really want those two."

"And you think I'm honestly just going to let you take them?!"

"Black's with Egypt."

Morocco froze. She didn't know if Somalia was speaking the truth, but if he was, then the thought of her lover being with that monster was the absolute most terrifying thing she'd ever experienced.

"What do you want?" Morocco whispered.

"Like I said, just them," Somalia said. "And if you resist, then I can always ask Egypt to torture Black and force you to listen to his screams."

Morocco clenched her fists. She didn't know whether she was feeling horror or rage. She turned to Tunisia when he lightly brushed her arm.

"Let him take them," Tunisia whispered. "We can't get anything out of them anyway. They're beyond our help. And I don't want you to upset yourself over Themba."

Morocco closed her eyes and breathed deeply. When she exhaled, she opened her eyes again and turned to Somalia, who looked at her calmly with a small trace of a smile on his face.

"Fine," she spat. "Take them."

Somalia grinned, before he sauntered over towards the other two. He released them from their bonds, and Algeria looked ready to lunge for Morocco again, but Somalia stopped her.

"You still have much to learn," he said. "There are times when you attack, and other times when you bargain. Egypt's bargain with Black was to allow Morocco and Tunisia to remain unharmed."

Algeria didn't look happy, but she at least looked as though she lost all interest in attacking Morocco, who was starting to worry about Black now that she heard that he struck a bargain with Egypt.

"What does Egypt want with Themba?" Morocco demanded.

Somalia pursed his lips. He was debating whether he should tell her. Morocco was ready to fight when he sighed.

"We need his help to find someone," he said. "Don't worry, it's not one of your members, and it's not one of the 'innocent' nations. There's something else going on, and not even Egypt's gods seem to be able to help with that. Black has the potential to have the most powerful magic when it comes to finding someone, and that's why Egypt decided to get his help."

"In exchange for not hurting us," Morocco sneered.

"Pretty much. Anyway, thank you for your cooperation." He turned to Algeria and Myanmar. "Let's go."

Morocco watched them leave. She would wait a minute or two for them to completely leave the area. And then she would find Black.

North Korea growled as he fought against his brother. Both of them had decided to forgo the use of weapons, and North Korea was happy to oblige. The idea of South Korea having any weapons on him made him nervous, and reminded him of all the times South Korea had slashed or bludgeoned him. Although, he had to admit that there was one time that was a complete accident.

Sudan and South Sudan were in a similar situation, with the northern brother attacking the southern brother. This wasn't the old Sudan, and South Sudan was too hesitant to attack the brother that he hadn't seen since before he was captured by Requiem. Unfortunately, Sudan didn't have the same problems.

Nepal had set his sights in Brazil, who was still tired after his previous confrontation with Requiem nations earlier in the day. North Korea could see Brazil's unease, and he had a feeling that it had something to do with Nepal's hungry expression.

And as for White…

Ethiopia yelled out in pain as he was thrown backwards yet again. The cause of his sudden ability to fly backwards for a short distance was the white lighting that surrounded White whenever Ethiopia got too close. The most baffling part about it was White's confused expression, as though she didn't know what was going on either. But after the third time of being hurled away by the lightning, it was obvious that Ethiopia was really starting to lose his patience.

"Coward!" Ethiopia shouted. "Stop using your magic and fight me like a nation!"

"I-I have no idea what's going on," White stammered.

"Perhaps I should take over," Anhur said. "The magic of nations cannot withstand a god."

White took a step back. North Korea was almost tempted to trade places with her. It was one thing to fight against a psycho, but going up against a god…

Still, she valiantly held up her sword – courtesy of Syria – and prepared for the god's attack.

Only for the god of war to be thrown back by an even stronger burst of lightning.

By now, all of the men present were staring at the lone female nation in the vicinity. She looked a bit pale, and North Korea wondered if it had something to do with the shock of throwing back a god, who was absolutely livid. It was fitting that he was a leonine god.

"That's it!" Anhur said. "I will enjoy destroying you!"

He geared up to attack again…

"Enough!"

Everyone's gazes snapped towards the speaker, and North Korea's mind had a hard time processing the sight, even when the figure was standing next to someone that had a lion's head.

"Um… Is that a hippo?" North Korea asked.

"Uh, I think that's Tawaret," South Korea replied. "Another one of Egypt's gods."

Tawaret had her gaze fixed firmly on Anhur.

"You will not harm this woman," she stated clearly.

"What?!" Anhur demanded. "You dare side with…"

"I am not on their side. I am saying that you will not harm her. There is a magic protecting her that is far older than even the Nun. And it protects her for one reason: This woman is with child."

North Korea couldn't help but think that, if Germany was alive and present, that this would have been his version of heaven. The silence was the most profound that North Korea had ever experienced. And subconsciously, White's hand fell to rest on her abdomen.

"W-what?!" Nepal demanded. "B-but… Huh?!"

"What the hell?!" South Korea shouted. He rounded on North Korea. "Did you know about this?!"

"I-I thought you only drank that potion a few days ago," North Korea said, eyes trained on White. "How did it already work?"

White could now be called 'Red', and Brazil followed her example. That said enough. But now they had the problem of Requiem, and what they were going to do with the knowledge.

My design for Black and White South Africa both have small braids along the side of their heads. White has long hair, and the braid is a regular lock of hair that's been braided on the left side of her head. Black's braid is shorter and is on the right side of his head. His braid was made first, and then the rest of his hair was cut short. The two Italy brothers have curls on opposite sides, the same with Sao Tome and Principe, and North Korea also has a curl on the opposite side as South Korea. Their braids were a deliberate attempt to create something similar for themselves, and shows that they care for each other.

Tawaret is, of course, a goddess that acts as a protector for pregnant women. Even if White is an enemy to Egypt, this is the first time that a nation becomes pregnant. Even without the protection already provided, Tawaret would certainly be curious.

And if you're curious about the myth that Egypt whispered and why Black decided to comply, it would be part of 'The contending of Horus and Set', particularly regarding Horus the child. Let's just say that an aspect of the myth acted as a threat.