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Chapter 79: Disaster Warning

Their feeble attempts to stop us will fail.

But it is still amusing to see.

…

With their first city destroyed, the Beasts decided to move somewhere else. Though they didn't want to stay in the same country, it would be too boring. So they decided to have fun with random selection.

…

Amaya and Yanna looked over Akmal and sighed. The two were worried about him, and they didn't know whether or not there would be another attack on him.

They had checked the news once again, and the worst of the flood seemed to have subsided. They had already started seeing if they could find survivors, though they were unsuccessful. The humans were confused by the fact that a lot of the corpses appeared as though they were mauled by animals.

And luckily, there seemed to be nothing else happening in Malaysia.

…

When Berwald woke, the first thing he saw was the concerned eyes of Tino. The Fin smiled, leaning back, and Berwald could also see Mathias, Emil, Gabriel and John.

"What happened?" he asked.

"The Deathplayers," Mathias said.

"Where's Lukas?"

"They took him," Emil said.

"I'm sorry," Berwald said.

"It's not your fault," Gabriel said. "The Deathplayers are the ones to blame."

"And we'll get Norge back," Mathias said. "Those Deathplayers will regret the day they decided to mess with the Nordics."

…

Arthur and Vlad, out of slight concern, went to check on their counterparts. They also were curious about whether or not Sigurd would be able to connect with Lukas.

Their darker counterparts were lying curled up in the bed with Sigurd between them, but when they saw Arthur and Vlad they sat up, a glare fixed on both of their faces.

"How is he?" Arthur asked, ignoring Oliver's glare.

"He won't wake up," Oliver said. "And he's got a fever that would rival the temperatures of every single desert. So how do you think he is?"

"There's no reason to bite our heads off," Vlad said.

"There's plenty of reason," Marius said. "Because you two couldn't keep Lukas safe, Sigurd is in this state. We've been searching for a way to stop this, while you three did your own things. And guess what happened."

"Hey, don't blame us," Arthur said.

"And why shouldn't we?" Oliver said. "Do you have any idea how rare it is for anyone on our sides to have friends? We can barely trust our own families. Okay, mine isn't as bad as others, but…"

"We can barely trust each other for an alliance," Marius said. "Never mind an actual friendship. The three of us were friends for centuries. When Poland tortured me so that I would crave blood, Oliver and Sigurd joined me so that I wouldn't be alone with it."

"With the Two Hundred Year War, we were each other's allies," Oliver continued. "When Spain and Portugal decided that they wanted to take my country away from me, who do you think was on my side? My brothers had their own attacks to take care of, so it was Sig and Vlad that stood by me."

"Alright," Arthur said. "We understand that the three of you are close…"

"Close?" Marius said. "The three of us will forever be together, side by side. We would never turn on each other."

"Neither would we!" Vlad snapped.

"Oh really? And what about those humans that dictate what you do? Who you're friends with? Who your enemies are?"

"Sigurd took the opportunity to check in a few history books," Oliver said. "He told us about some of your pasts. So, Vikings a little rough on you, Artie? And Vladdy, how about World War Two?"

The two were silent, mouths hanging open and tears right behind their eyes. Finally, they just turned and left, not willing to stay behind any longer.

…

"How do you think Artie is taking this?" Seamus asked.

Alistair breathed out a cloud of smoke before he turned to look at his brother.

"He just lost one of his closest friends," Alistair said. "I think it's safe to say that he's not taking this well."

"Has anyone else noticed that there seems to be something bothering him?" Will asked.

"Oh, so it's not just me," Patrick said.

"I think we need to keep a close eye on Artie," Alistair said. "He needs someone to cheer him up."

"Well, we could always bring up the album," Will said. "That always managed to cheer him up."

"And made him cry out of nostalgia," Seamus pointed out.

"Yeah, but there was always a smile on his face whenever he looked at the album," Patrick added.

…

"They're right," Arthur said at last.

Vlad looked towards her, as though asking what the other meant, though there was no need. She knew what Arthur meant.

"We aren't as close as we probably should be," Arthur said. "Even after everything that's happening, we're not as close as we should be. The magic trio's always been strongest together. Without the trio… I'm afraid."

"Me too," Vlad sighed. "We're the strongest magical Nations. But we're strongest when we're together. Now that our circle is incomplete…"

"Vlad! Listen to us. Lukas was taken, and all we can care about is our circle being weaker. We're horrible friends."

Vlad remained silent, though she completely agreed with the Brit. And both of them had the same thought running through their heads.

It should have been me.

…

Ferdinand was working on another painting when he suddenly paused. It would seem the Deathplayers had moved on to another Nation.

Abandoning the painting he was working on, he moved on to another. Luis, who was keeping watch over his counterpart and keeping him company, saw the change and wondered if he should call another Nation to help determine who was being attacked at the moment.

…

Meanwhile, Bangladesh was suffering from storms in Joypurhat.

…

Natalya sighed, deciding that she really didn't like the Deathplayers. She couldn't predict which Nations would be attacked, since apparently the Beasts of the Deathplayers themselves decided that it would be completely random.

The only thing that she could determine was that they seemed to be reluctant to attack the same Nation twice in a row.

…

Kiku went over to the Korea brothers. She had something that she would like Yong Soo's help with, and the three Koreans never left each other alone. Jeng Soo seemed to be happy that he was finally treated like a brother, instead of however Hyo Soo had treated him.

As Kiku approached them she crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't like it as a man, and knew that she wouldn't like it as a woman.

"I'm sorry, Yong Soo," Kiku said, and the loud Korean immediately stopped whatever he was busy saying before turning to her.

"Kiku!" Yong Soo shouted, a devilish smirk on his face and a gleam in his eyes. "How can I help you? Did you come to give your breasts to Korea?"

Kiku blushed, and Hyung Soo smacked his brother on the back of his head.

"I have a project that I would like to have your help in," Kiku said.

"Oh?" Yong Soo said, a little more serious but curious.

"Hai. Would you please come with me?"

Yong Soo nodded, and Kiku turned to Jeng Soo.

"Tell me, do you know who is skilled with technology in your world?" Kiku asked.

Jeng Soo blinked at the suddenness of the question, before he turned thoughtful.

"I'd say that's Ireland, Slovenia and Ethiopia," he said. "The three of them can have long conversations with each other about things that give the rest of us a headache. They're also the best people to go to when you have any problem with things that wasn't around at least ten years ago."

Kiku nodded her head.

"Do you think you can bring them here?" she asked.

Jeng Soo groaned, running his hand through his hair.

"Ethiopia will be easy, being a Southern Nation," he said. "Ireland might because his brother is involved. Slovenia will be tricky. He once spent ten years in his underground lab with experiments that I would rather not think about. If he can avoid it, he wouldn't go anywhere."

"Tell him that it's a request form the other world," Kiku said.

"…That might get him interested, though."

…

Luis had gone to get Yao's help with determining who the Nation under attack was. He had already asked three other Nations without success.

Yao blinked his eyes when he saw the initial painting, and narrowed them in thought.

"I think that it's one of the Southern Asians," Yao said. "Yeah, I'm almost sure it's… wait, are there any others of this Nation?"

Luis nodded, and he gestured to another painting. Apparently, after the initial attack, Ferdinand paints the capital to show how things would be different.

Yao's eyes widened when he recognised the city.

"That's Bangladesh," he said. "But… He's not even here. Why are they attacking him?"

"They don't care who they hurt," Ferdinand said, and the other two were a little disturbed by the cheerful note in his voice. "They just want to hurt."

Yao sighed, taking out his phone.

"I'll call him to see if he's alright," he sighed.

As Yao left the room, Luis turned to his counterpart.

"What would happen if one of my cities is attacked?" Luis asked.

"Oh then we don't have to worry about trying to figure out which country is under attack," Ferdinand said nonchalantly. "By the way, you don't have to be here."

Luis sighed, not about to admit that he was slightly worried about his counterpart.

…

Felic sighed, closing his eyes and seeing the cave once again.

The only useful thing he had found was the fact that Tolys was indeed there, and that they had given him books to read. Felic briefly wondered why the other hadn't tried to escape yet, but then thought of his own weakness and figured that that was probably the reason. Being surrounded by enemies like that meant that Tolys wouldn't try anything to place himself in any more danger.

"What's it like?" Francois asked, and Felic turned his attention to him.

"Boring," Felic said. "All the Reds are doing is sleeping, and the Deathplayers don't do a lot of things either, though I don't see all of them there."

"They must be after the others then," Gilen said. "I don't think they suddenly appear to take one of the others."

"You're right," Alejandro said. "I don't think it's random either. I mean, they seem to be waiting for the perfect opportunity every time."

Felic massaged his temples in frustration.

"There are literally hundreds of possibilities where they could be," Felic said. "And unless they can find a way to get the Reds back to normal, I'm stuck here."

"At least you don't have to clean," Gilen mumbled.

…

Arthur and Vlad had taken over the job of trying to find anything that might help them against the Deathplayers. Arthur was looking through the legends and folklore of different Nations while Vlad was being a little more specific regarding the Deathplayers.

"It's too bad the Africans don't have a lot of their legends written down," Vlad said. "I mean, the Deathplayers played with them originally, right? And didn't they imprison them there?"

Arthur immediately snapped her head to look at Vlad.

"You're right," she said. "Strange. Maybe we can ask them how they did it. Though, I wonder why they don't speak about it. Their input might be useful."

"Let's go ask one of them about it," Vlad suggested.

"It can't be Anika. The Deathplayers are targeting her as well. We don't want to say anything that might set her off if they've been avoiding the subject."

"Then let's go find one of the others then."

…

"Alright," Ethiopia said, hanging up the phone. "They're on their way."

Yared was dark-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair tied in a ponytail, with a single lock of white hair that was apparently the result of an experiment went awry. He also had green eyes, and there was a burn mark at the corner of his mouth on the right side. He wore a grey shirt with grey pants and black shoes underneath a black lab coat.

Jeng Soo nodded his head. He had asked Yared if he could call the other two scientists, since he didn't want to spend too much time on this matter.

"Do you have any idea what the other Japan wants?" Yared asked.

"Not a clue," the North Korean admitted.

"What are the odds of him taking advantage of us?"

"He's too polite. And ever since being turned into a woman, he's been shier, at least if Yong Soo can be trusted with the analysis."

"By the way, do you think they'll let us study this transformation? The only Southern Nation that's been transformed is Omar, and he won't help me with any research after I accidentally made him deaf for a month."

Jeng Soo shuddered at the thought of that, and he really hoped that Kiku had a pretty good reason for calling in the scientist trio.

…

When Ludwig heard that Bangladesh was attacked, despite not being involved in trying to stop the Deathplayers, she immediately composed an email for all the Nations, warning them of the Deathplayers' new strategy, and that precautions needed to be made.

And naturally, most of them responded that what the German said was absurd, and from it she could deduce that none of them would take it seriously.

The only one that thanked her for the warning of other potential attacks was Bangladesh, though he commented that an earlier warning would have been nice.

…

Oliver had curled up with Sigurd and was fast asleep, while Marius was sitting on the Norwegian's other side, as though she was watching over her friends.

She heard a groan, and she turned to see Sigurd's face twist, as though he was waking up, and she gently shook Oliver awake as Sigurd's eyes slowly opened.

"Welcome back," she said. "Are you feeling alright?"

"My head hurts," Sigurd responded, placing his palm on his forehead for emphasis.

"We can go get something for you," Oliver said, speaking a little quieter out of consideration for her friend.

"That would be nice," Sigurd said. "Why is it so hot?"

"You seem to be having a fever," Marius sighed, calmly placing her fingertips on his forehead. "Can you remember anything?"

"Yeah. I don't like how I look with dark hair. Poland didn't have a fever, so why do I?"

"We're not sure," Oliver sighed. "I'll get you something, alright?"

…

Arthur and Vlad were searching for any of the African Nations, and when they found two of them, they immediately let out cries of relief.

"Farai, Samuel," Arthur said.

The two turned to them and Botswana sighed.

"England, I told you," he said. "I prefer Sammy. Samuel is too formal and too… European."

Vlad raised her eyebrow at that.

"Is there something wrong with being European?" she asked.

Zimbabwe and Botswana shared a glance, but didn't comment.

"Look, this is about something serious," Arthur said. "You have fought against the Deathplayers before, right?"

"Well, I wouldn't say it was 'fighting'," Farai said. "We did try to counter them, but…"

"What is this about?" Sammy asked, looking nervously at his neighbour.

"We were thinking about it," Vlad said. "You guys fought against the Deathplayers before, right? And you must have won, seeing as you managed to imprison them. We want to know how you did it."

The two Africans shared a glance.

"It can't be that bad," Arthur said.

"You don't get it," Farai said. "We were children back then. Almost all of the older Africans were fading, and we kids were left alone. And the Deathplayers, they…"

"They killed the older Africans," Sammy finished. "Actually killed them. There were a few tribes that managed to get away, but everyone that made a difference in our continent was killed, and we kids were left behind."

"We're sorry to hear that," Arthur said, "but we really need to know, unless you want history to repeat itself."

The two exchanged a glance, before Sammy nodded.

"Fine," he said. "We'll tell you about how we beat the Deathplayers, but not here."

"Why not?" Vlad asked.

"Because some things are not suitable for younger listeners."

…

Jana had joined Gilbert, as she had promised. She let the awesome trio have their fun and stayed out of their way, but she still kept an eye on the Prussian.

She had noticed that there was something in Gilbert's eyes that suggested that she was having a tough time with something. Some sort of emotion that Jana couldn't quite place. But if it had anything to do with why Gilbert had asked her that question the previous night, then she would definitely need to keep an eye on her.

A sudden pain on her upper arm made her hiss, and she quickly moved away from the awesome trio to see what was wrong. She shouldn't be feeling anything there. Not anymore.

When she felt something wet coming from the source of the pain, she quickly went to the nearest bathroom, locking the door. And in the mirror, she saw what she had feared.

It was the wound that she had been given a long time ago. It had reappeared, reopened, and it was painful all over again.

Don't think we're not going to get back at you all for last time.

She jumped, and when she established that she was still relatively alone she looked back in the mirror.

That scar was given to her by one of the Deathplayers almost five hundred years ago.

…

Kiku looked around at everyone that she had called. Finland, Sweden, South Korea, Singapore, China and Estonia, as well as the Ireland, Slovenia and Ethiopia from the other side.

"Thank you all for coming," she said, specifically looking at the other world's Nations.

"It's fine," Ireland said. "Now, why are we here?"

"Well, it has to do with the Deathplayers and the Reds. We were trying so hard to try to find a way to stop them, but we didn't focus on the Reds. We need to be able to find them, and we need a way to appeal to the Reds."

"What do you suggest?" Estonia asked.

"We must build something that we can inject into their brains that would be able to interfere with whatever the Deathplayers are doing to them, as well as help us find their location."

Yeah, microchip. The countries/characters that are the best when it comes to technology. Because in order to fight, you need to know where your enemies/targets are.

And I realised that I had mentioned the Africans' previous encounters with the Deathplayers, but never really expanded on it. So now, the story will be told, and Jana's wound will also be explained.

And if there's a specific Nation that you would like to see, let me know, since I know that I tend to neglect certain characters and completely forget certain things that I've started but never expanded on.

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