After a chorus of agreements the screen flickered into life once more, a memory beginning to take place.
A young blonde child was shown running through a grassy field, coming to a stop in front of a large tree.
Another child, a brunette with tanned skin was situated in the grass, lazily relaxing in the sun. The blonde took a seat beside the other child in the grass.
"France! It's about time you made it." The boy now known as Spain exclaimed cheerfully as he opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I was distracted by a beautiful girl." France explained, a slight dreamy look on his face.
"Of course you were." England snorted in disgust.
"At least I get the girls." France countered with a smirk. The English nation had gone to reply but was stopped by a glare from Germany. He huffed in irritation.
"That's nothing new. Prussia was getting impatient though." The tanned boy replied.
"Oh. Where is Prussia by the way?" France glanced around the clearing.
"Right herrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee!" The short albino screamed enthusiastically as he jumped out of the top of the tree. Although his landing could have been better. Prussia landed headfirst on the ground, falling forward onto his face. His Teutonic Knights uniform now covered in dirt and grass stains.
Both France and Spain could only stare blankly at their friend.
"Ha- Ouch..." The albino child moaned in pain as he slowly stood up and stumbled towards the others.
"That was totally awesome though! You can't deny it!" Prussia continued, a grin on his face.
"Typical Prussia." Germany quietly commented. A hint of fondness in his tone, but was unheard by anyone else.
"Stop mucking around, we don't have much time." France finally said.
"Like you can talk." Spain retorted happily, revoking a halfhearted glare from the blonde.
Once all three youths were seated in a circle, Prussia pulled out a small dagger.
"Let's do this shit!" The ruby eyed child cackled before France took the knife from him, a look of annoyance on his face.
"Act your age. Now, we swear on this blood oath." The blonde began.
"You know I awesomely swear." Prussia recited with a grin.
"And I swear too." Spain added.
"That we will remain best friends until we cease to exist. Wars and others like us will not ruin our friendship." France continued, the brunette and albino males nodding along vigorously.
"And we shall call ourselves the Best Friends Trio." Again Spain agreed happily, although Prussia interjected.
"How about something more awesome? Something like... the Bad Touch Trio!" The Teutonic Knight suggested loudly and proudly.
Spain and France's eyes widened as they mulled it over, before both grinned.
"That does have a nice ring to it." The blue eyed blonde commented. The brunette nodding in agreement.
"Time to make this official then." Prussia stated and took the dagger from France, quickly cutting a line through his palm.
"I better not get any on my clothes." The blonde complained quietly as he cut his palm before passing it onto Spain. The tanner child made no comment, although there was a hesitant look on his face.
"We swear that we will remain best friends through what time has to offer us." The trio chanted, Prussia adding the word awesome though.
"Now that that is done, let us clean these cuts before we all contract some sort of disease or something." France muttered in disdain and stood, heading for the field's exit. Spain and Prussia followed closely behind, laughing and mocking each other.
With that, the memory ended and the screen returned to it's plain white colour.
"Now we know where that stupid nickname come from." England sneered.
It looked as if either one of the trio was going to reply, but was ultimately cut off by America.
"Woah! How cool! I wish I could do something like that! Too bad I wasn't around then!" The blonde hollered with a laugh.
"I can't believe it still stands, after all we have been through. I guess it really did help us through the worst parts of history." France commented thoughtfully.
"Because it was awesome and it was made by me!" Prussia's loud statement was mostly ignored.
"I'm glad to say that we are still friends. There were definitely some periods in time when I needed you both." Spain muttered, expression cheerful.
Hungary watched the memory in fascination. Prussia had also been her longtime rival/friend and it was nice to see him making more. He had always been a lonely child. She was broken from her thoughts by someone she wouldn't have expected to speak up.
"Let us continue. We wish to be finished before Christmas right? Enough with the chatter." Norway's dull tone turned many heads, his blatant sarcasm causing a few sour looks.
"Right. We shall continue with the memories. What Norway says is true. We don't know how long this whole charade will play out, so it's best to hurry along." Germany was the voice of reason, quieting the room.
The screen flickered into life once more.
A child was shown to be cautiously watching the area around him. He was leaning tiredly against the base of a tree. The child wore a thick coat and had soft light blonde hair and violet eyes.
"Holy shit! Russia is that you?!" America exclaimed and turned to the largest nation.
"Yes." The male sighed, knowing exactly what memory was about to be shown. He couldn't even place one of his semi-psychotic smiles on his face.
The other nation's began to grow wary, knowing Russia, this memory could be filled with anything. They were surprised at how innocent the child looked though.
Russia seemed to be glancing forlornly at a patch of sunflowers, struggling to stand strong through the icy winter and snow.
He moved to brush some of the newly fallen snow off of his coat and stood, a miserable expression on his face.
"I best be getting home. It is late and they will be getting worried." He muttered to himself before trudging along a snowy path.
After about five minutes of walking Russia froze, his violet eyes widening and not even glancing behind himself, he started sprinting hurriedly.
Before he could even get one hundred metres, a hand grasped him around the throat and pulled him off his feet. Turning the panicking child around, two blonde teens were revealed. The taller blonde's face was emotionless whilst he carried a wooden staff. The other blonde wore a smirk as he held Russia around the neck, a battle axe strapped to his neck.
The memory was paused and the room was in a standstill, no one could believe what they were watching, all eyes on Denmark and Sweden.
Russia glared at the wooden table, furious that one of his weaknesses had been revealed.
"Okay so maybe we did bully him a bit." The blue eyed Dane explained, slightly embarrassed about his actions.
"It was mostly our bosses orders. They saw that Russia was not only vulnerable, but also a very large landmass. You can see where that led too." Sweden explained emotionlessly, although he did feel guilty about his actions, who was he to go against his bosses orders?
Germany pressed play once more.
"You can't run away from us little boy! We'll keep coming back until you're begging for us to take your land for ourselves!" Denmark all but cackled, tightening his grip.
"S-stop! Let me go!" Russia struggled, trying to claw his way out of the Dane's grip.
"Why not." Denmark grinned before throwing him more than roughly to the hard ground.
The violet eyed child winced, trying to find his bearings as he stumbled around.
Suddenly, he was kicked in the side. Russia let out a whimper as he fell heavily on his other, cradling his injury.
Opening his eyes, another figure was revealed. A tall Asian adult stood frowning as they stared the child down. Two braids of long dark hair fell over their shoulders.
"Who is that?" America asked, voicing a question many in the room had.
"Mongolia." China and Japan hissed at the same time, both turning to glance at the other when it happened.
"Mongolia was not very nice at all. Even when I was growing up, I kept my distance, aru." The ancient oriental muttered his disdain.
"Oh." England replied. He had personally never met Mongolia, the nation was shut in, and hated tourists, it seemed they wanted to keep themself away from other personifications.
"I shall take your land and add it to my own. Look around, you've got plenty. You don't need it all." Mongolia hissed snidely.
"N-no! This is m-mine! Y-you can't-!" Russia was cut off by Sweden's wooden staff, the Nordic having hit him harshly across his front.
The lighter haired blonde child lay on the snow on his back now, panting and whimpering in pain, blood dribbling from his mouth. Eyes struggling to open.
"Pl-please..." Russia pleaded, attempting to sit up, but was ultimately stopped by something hitting him across the face, knocking him back hard into the snow.
The nation's watched in horror as blood began to drip from the child's nose. Those present in the memory feeling extremely remorseful and guilty.
Russia blearily held his sleeve to his nose, staining the beige clothing red.
"And to think I only hit you with the butt of my sword!" A newcomer exclaimed loudly, although most instantly recognised that voice.
An albino child slightly older than his Russian foe, stood proudly in front of the downed figure, a wicked smirk on his face.
"Prussia?!" More than one nation is exclaimed.
Said ex-nation didn't say a word, only watched the screen with an unusual neutral expression on his face.
"Go a-away. Please. L-leave me al-alone." Russia had managed to pull himself up so that he was standing, however he looked worse for wear and did not stand a chance against the other four nations.
"Make us." Prussia growled before lunging forward and slicing at his arm with his sword.
"Stop!" The blonde child screamed, clutching his injured and bleeding left arm.
The memory suddenly skipped forward slightly, jolting a few nation's out of their shocked stupors. No words were uttered as the new scene began.
Russia lay unconscious in a pile of bloody snow, covered in more injuries since before the skip. It wasn't long before he regained consciousness though, struggling to sit up. His pale face was covered in both dry and fresh blood. A recent wound on his forehead large and bleeding freely. His lip was bloody and split.
"O-oh no, the s-sun has set. My s-sisters will be worried. I-I think my wrist is broken... I n-need to g-get home." The violet eyed child muttered to himself as he pulled himself up slowly, wincing whenever he had to use his right hand.
Russia slowly limped through the thick snow, shivering and covered in blood as he stumbled forward. It was some time before he came upon a small wooden house.
He nearly collapsed against the door before someone could answer it. When it was opened, there was a loud horrified gasp from the other.
Ukraine pulled the door open further to bring her brother inside carefully. Tears were welling up in her eyes, unable to believe that something so cruel could have happened to her brother, a child no less.
"Please sit, Belarus! Please fetch me some bandages and towels!" The eldest blonde yelled in distress.
The youngest child hurried into the room carrying a stack of towels and bandages, looking no older than four. Belarus was horrified when she saw her brother, breaking out into tears instantly.
"P-please don't cry Belarus." Russia tried to calm his distraught sister, wincing in pain from his wounds.
The memory began to slowly fast forward. Showing Ukraine completely wrapping Russia's wounds and the two comforting Belarus. It began to slow down once more.
"There's nothing I can do for the bruises. They shall heal with time though." The eldest blonde, a young teenager with soft blue eyes, muttered.
"T-thank you sister. Everything hurts. I-I asked them to stop, and to g-go away, but it never ended! It never ended!" Russia sobbed into his sister's chest, completely upset.
"Russia crying. I thought I'd never see the day." America commented, although it wasn't done so in a mocking or satirical way. It was almost as if the blonde superpower was relieved to see the Russian crying.
No one else said anything and the memory was allowed to continue. Russia continuing to look everywhere but at the screen and other nations present in the room.
Russia continued to be comforted by Ukraine, his muffled cries slowly beginning to die down.
"Brother. One day you will grow into a strong nation. Don't let these other nation's stop you. I know you will." The blonde teen gave a warm smile towards her sibling.
"Thank you." The Russian child muttered before standing and moving towards a darker area of the house.
"One day I will crush them. Just as they have done to me." Russia whispered, absolute fury in his eyes as he walked away. Ukraine glancing worriedly in his direction.
"How much longer will he have to deal with this. They attack and attack over and over again, and I feel it's doing more damage then they realise." She mused concernedly.
The memory began to speed up once more, Germany pausing it on request.
"I don't wanna offend anyone but, I believe that's pretty well deserved." America's offhand comment caused almost everyone to turn to him in shock and surprise.
"And why is that? What makes it alright for him to do that?" England countered snobbishly.
"He was bullied! Bloodied and beaten! I know we don't get along but that is a big no in my books! It should be in yours too!" The blonde American retorted loudly, pointing a finger accusingly at the Brit. Nations nodding in agreement.
"I hate to say it, but I agree with America." France sighed, causing England to splutter.
"Like I care wh-" The emerald eyed Brit was cut off by Germany.
"Please stop. We don't want to hear another argument break out. Just be quiet and watch the screen." The German looked and sounded exhausted. The Nation's started to settle down and he pressed play with a relieved sigh.
Russia was shown, some time being skipped as his wounds had all healed. He wore the same coat from before, faint blood stains and stitch marks from where Ukraine had cleaned and mended it.
"Don't stay out too long this time. I don't want a repeat of last time, and other previous times." The female explained worriedly.
"Don't worry, I'll try not too." The violet eyed child muttered, trying to appease his sister's worry.
"Oh! Before you go... I made you something." Ukraine pulled out a grey coloured scarf.
"For me?" Russia questioned in surprise, before a slight smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you sister." He wrapped the eldest blonde in a hug.
"It was nothing really, and it should keep you warm." Ukraine explained softly before wrapping it around her brother's neck.
Russia thanked his sister once more before leaving the wooden house. He was shown walking some distance before stopping. He was in a secluded area of the forest, tall trees plentiful as the light slipped through gaps in their leaves.
In the centre of the area, a small patch of sunflowers were growing, vibrant yellow petals contrasting against the pure white snow.
The light blonde haired child moved through the clearing, disappearing through the throng of trees. It wasn't even a minute later before he returned, carrying a container of water.
Russia diligently watered the flowers before moving to place the container back where he had found it.
Afterwards, he sat back against the trunk of a large tree, letting out a sigh and wearily closing his eyes.
It wasn't long before the child heard the sound of snow crunching underfoot, and his violet eyes instantly snapped open, jumping to his feet.
"I knew I sensed you here. Why do you make it so hard to find you?" Prussia inquired cockily, standing at the other side of the clearing, Denmark and Sweden behind him.
"Leave me alone." Russia muttered lowly, fixing them a glare.
"Maybe we don't want to." Denmark replied, a smirk on his face.
"I'm not in the mood, don't test me. Leave me alone." The Russian growled, tone dark.
"Like that will stop us, you deserve it!" With that exclamation, Prussia launched at the younger child, brandishing his sword, Sweden and Denmark right behind him.
Russia managed to duck, narrowly missing the blade, however the Swede's staff collided with his torso, smacking him back into the snow forcefully.
As quick as he could, Russia was back on his feet, breath coming in short gasps as he tried to catch it. Suddenly he was thrown sideways and into the base of a tree nearby, blood beginning to run from a new wound on his forehead.
"Haha! I got the first hit!" Denmark laughed darkly, holding his axe high.
"No fair! Mine will be next then!" Prussia hollered before leaping forward and slashing wildly and angrily. In his fit of excitement, his sword nicked the edge of the Russian's scarf, leaving it in tatters.
Russia froze, hands moving to hold the destroyed end, in his stupor he was barraged by numerous attacks. Sweden smacking him in the face with the staff, easily breaking his nose.
Those watching winced. Russia continued to advert his eyes from his fellow nation's and the screen.
Blood spewed from the broken appendage, however, the child had yet to move, violet eyes fixated on his destroyed scarf, not even recognising the pain. Slowly he dropped the scarf. As Sweden moved to smack the child again, Russia moved forward and caught the wooden weapon before it could make contact. A vicious glare on his face.
"What have you done? My sister made this for me..." The child muttered angrily, hand clutching the staff and preventing Sweden from pulling it back. Prussia and Denmark watched on, becoming confused.
"What would she think?" The violet eyed child continued. No one knew what to say.
"I think you should be punished." Russia spat, before quickly pulling the weapon from the Swede's hands and using it to smack the bemused teen into the snow.
Prussia charged him once again, however now that he was armed, he easily deflected the blade and smashed the albino across the face, falling instantly. Russia then took the sword from the half conscious child.
"You pick on me again and again. Beat me bloody and senseless. You ruined something my sister made me. You deserve to die." A mad smile found it's way into the Russian's face, eyes gleaming with hate and rage. That was the last warning anyone got before the child charged.
Denmark was quick to defend, raising his axe defensively. Their weapons collided over and over. The sounds of metal clashing and screeching filled the clearing.
Suddenly, Russia found a clearing and lunged forward under the axe. He stabbed the sword forward and Denmark instantly stopped, horror overtaking his features as the sword impaled him. Blood began to stain the clothes he was wearing. The teenager collapsed as the child let go of the sword.
The nation's watched in horror as Denmark stopped moving, blood trickling from his mouth as he lay limp on the snow, a puddle of blood growing underneath him.
No one knew what to say. No one could say anything. Russia was still avoiding anyone's eyes and Denmark had a completely blank expression on his face, void of any of his normal cheer.
The memory continued through the silence.
Russia let out a breath of air before turning away from Denmark's motionless and bleeding body. Hands coated in the Dane's blood.
Prussia and Sweden were horrified, beginning to back away from the mad child.
"Now you want to leave me alone? Too bad~ You should have left when I asked." Russia grinned crazily, anger flowing from him.
Prussia struggled to stand, a large, darkening bruise standing out against the pale skin of his forehead. His feeble attempts were halted though when Russia booted him once in the stomach and another to his head mercilessly. Blood beginning to trickle from the albino's mouth as he fell dazed once more.
Sweden hadn't made it far before the violet eyed child, having grabbed the Swede's discarded staff, smacked it into his legs. The Nordic teen collapsed forward onto the snow before narrowly avoiding another hit.
Sweden dove to the side as Russia missed his mark once more, the child letting out a hiss of anger. Before he could do anymore damage, the teenager had found Denmark's axe. As quickly as he could, Sweden was back on his feet holding the shiny black axe. Russia stood across from him, looking unimpressed.
Although Russia was only just a child, possibly ten or eleven, he was stronger as a result of the size of his landmass.
Sweden moved first, swinging the axe dangerously close to the child, however Russia had easily ducked under the blade and raised the staff to strike. He managed to smash the wooden weapon into the Swede's arm, a loud crack following the sound. The Nordic teenager instantly dropped the weapon and clutched at his arm, now severely broken.
"It's what you get." Russia hissed and as he moved to hit Sweden again, he was hit from behind, the force of the punch knocking the child into the snow.
Prussia stood weaponless, blood trailing from his mouth, as he glared at Russia.
"You'll pay for that." The violet eyed child spat and lunged Prussia, dropping them both to the ground, staff and the pained Swede forgotten in that instant.
"Oh will I?" Prussia replied haughtily, spitting a mouthful of blood at the Russian's face.
The two children began violently biting, punching and kicking the other, becoming covered in a mess of blood and snow. Russia's nose was re-broken, as well as his jaw and collarbone, restricting his movements. Prussia found himself howling after the child pulled his wrist until it snapped, before pounding on his chest, breaking more than a few ribs.
Both were panting and covered in a range of injuries. Prussia choking on blood as it appeared that Russia had caused internal damage.
Russia was just as injured though, awkwardly laying on the ground. He tried not to moved his arm too much, as every little movement jolted his collarbone. His collarbone had also broken through the skin and blood was quickly beginning to cover his coat and the snow around him.
"If I'm going to die, then I won't be dying alone!" Prussia hissed in Pain, slowly moving to his feet. However, Russia was faster, wrapping both hands around the albino's neck tightly.
The Russian winced, the pain bringing tears to his eyes, albeit they quickly hardened and he grasped tighter. Prussia began to grow paler, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Soon the albino child became lifeless, no longer looking for air as blood continued to trail from his mouth.
Russia threw Prussia's body to the snow below before beginning to move away from the bloody scene surrounding him. There was a hardened glare on his face along with a wince of pain and fatigue. The violet eyed child didn't get very far before he too collapsed to the ground. Succumbing to his injuries.
All three bodies littered the clearing, covered in blood and snow. Sweden nowhere to be found.
The screen faded back to its blank state, albeit there was no chatter this time. The room was filled with a thick and tense silence that quickly became overwhelming.
Most nation's were horrified, staring at Russia, Prussia and Denmark in particular. Both Prussia and Denmark looked sullen, whilst Russia had yet to say a word, his violet eyes blank.
"Holy Jesus..." America trailed off, needing to break the silence.
"You could say that again." England replied in bemusement.
"This happened a long time ago. I don't want to talk about it, so play the next memory already." Russia spoke up for the first time since the memory had begun, voice as blank as his expression. It almost coming off as harsh.
"I'm alright with that." Germany muttered and many others in agreement, before pressing play once more.
New A/N:
So this chapter has been heavily edited, I've removed the Italy memory (cause of copyright), moved the BTT memory to this chapter and moved the Canada/America/Native America memory to another chapter, possibly chapter 5 or 6 when it comes out. I also moved the Australia memory to the next chapter too. I wasn't happy with the Russia memory nor the Australia one so I edited both heaps and even changed the perspective of them.
I hope you like both of these, I felt the Russia one got a bit violent but I felt like writing it so...
Thanks for reading and voting and commenting and all of that, and thanks for being so patient, I'm finally on summer holidays so hopefully I can write a lot more now.
-Ella