Here it is Chapter 7! The condition right now is pretty darn calm, but sometimes there is the calming before the storm.

After dinner, the guys went to bed. It was a lovely dinner no less, but Spain decided to take a nice stroll around the warehouse with a Ruby Pistol in tow just in case. This allowed him to speak to himself; it kinda seemed crazy to him, yet it took the edge off of his nerves.

"Man, I really want to help but, I feel that my actions mean nothing to them. I took care of Romano when he was little and he had no consideration towards me. The Queen was not happy and, and ugh. Well for now, I will just have to deal with it. Maybe some day, people will be thankful for my actions." He sighed and let his thoughts fade away for a little.

Off to the side a familiar voice was heard, there was almost a cackle. "Oh trust me, it doesn't have to be like this my dear friend. All of your anxieties will be over."

Spain's sigh turned into a gasp and he staggered backwards a little. He fell over a cargo box backwards and dropped the gun. A black combat boot was first seen before a body was able to make its way from the impeding shadows. His red piercing eyes, like blood from a fresh wound, proceeded to take the gun and aimed it point blank at Spain which caused him to panic. He started to banter, "Well isn't this a treat? One of my subordinates actually wants to rebel against me. How amusing."

Spain stood up and walked in a circle in sync with Prussia while he waved the gun carelessly. At any point the trigger could be pulled and pandemonium would wake the whole warehouse up.

The Spaniard tried with all of his might to get some sort of sense or reality back into his former ally. "Come on Prussia, you need to stop now. All of these people you have murdered were innocent and you will have to pay the ultimate price for your actions. Listen to me!"

This comment was more a pestering suggestion from somebody's wife. Prussia shrugged his shoulders and laughed even more. "Listen to you? Ha! Since when anyone has ever listened to your bantering? My god, Spain, who do you think you are God?"

The word "God" silenced Spain. A connotation like this lead no where fast and worsened Prussia's ego. Spain knew he had to think fast and found, for what it appeared to be, a quick solution. "It's not like that at all. In fact, not even close to a God. Man cannot claim himself as a God. Even a nation who is pretty much immortal cannot do such things. We have lived through countless battles, lost so many lives in our lifetime so far, and yet we continue otherwise despite the consequences we made. How far are you willing to go and proclaim that title?"

Both of them became silent. All of a sudden Spain knew something else that had to be said, "This spell you're talking about, will it give you the ability to actually kill us? Will it nullify our immortality?"

As Spain tried to get some sort of response from Prussia; he didn't bother to answer those questions so instead he answered, "Hey, since you won't claim your name as a God I thought of a wonderful idea. All of this power I possess gives me the right to be a God."

Prussia's finger itched near to the trigger and Spain thought, Bastard!

Familiar black shadows materialized and the albino fired a bullet into Spain's thigh. The bullet made its way deep into Spain's thigh near his bone and he attempted to prevent it from bleeding. After a few seconds, when the blood dripped to the floor, he summoned all of his strength to stand upright and tackled Prussia. As soon as Spain was in close range, Prussia smirked and punched him in the stomach. Spain let out a yell of pain and agony; this punch forced him to kneel on the ground.

All of the others rushed out from the commotion. As a necessary precaution some of them brought a few guns to this fight.

As soon as Romano saw Spain's leg and he ran over to help him. "Spain are you okay?" While Romano tried to his closest friend, another bullet was fired.

With his sword ready to go at the drop of a hat Turkey yelled, "I don't think so." He struck the bullet downwards luckily. Prussia walked about 20 feet away from the other nations and Romano was able to get close to Spain. Romano looked up at Prussia and asked, "Prussia what the hell do you think you're doing? Stop this now!"

Prussia cocked his head to the side, not giving a care to the world, "Why should I? This is getting better and better. Spain, I think I can coerce you to join me. France would you mind?"

"Oui, Seigneur."

While France stepped out of the shadows, Canada and Belarus stood right next to each other silent. Prussia threw Spain's Ruby Pistol in the far back of the warehouse like trash.

All of this high, crazy energy caused some of the nations to think irrationally. Germany had his rifle (this time a Heckler & Koch G3) cocked, loaded, and aimed directly at Prussia's forehead, "Stop! If you continue to do this, I will have to shoot you."

Prussia sneered and threw his arms up like he was about to celebrate, "Shoot at me all you want, but I know you won't pull the trigger because I am your brother. Cocky bastard."

Romano carried Spain on his shoulder and saw how far the bullet went. It went deep and Romano, somewhat, attempted to remove the bullet.

On the sidelines was Italy, due to his natural cowardliness, he saw Prussia and his comrades. "I need to do something now. Uh, I know, I'll throw something at him to get him distracted."

Italy stumbled clumsily around until he found a bronze frying pan. He threw it towards Prussia with all of his might and Prussia dodged it easily. "I wonder who threw that frying pan at me? Could it be Italy? Looks like he needs to learn a lesson."

Canada caught the pan and bent it in half like a piece of paper. More dark shadows enveloped Prussia as he took out one of his daggers and threw it at Italy. The whole battle became a blur to Italy.

A yell came through, "You are not hitting my little brother you hear me!"

As Romano thought he got hit by the dagger, Spain jumped in front and the dagger buried deep into his shoulder.

It was enough, England had his spell book in hand. "Prussia, back off!"

England raised his arm into the air to cast a spell, "From whence you came, you shall be gone."

The spell didn't work as planned, so Prussia counteracted, "Within the darkness of my power, time no longer exists."

Time slowed down and all of the nations, except Prussia, France, and Spain, froze. This dagger was so deeply buried into Spain's shoulder, he protected his heart from any more dark magic.

Everything soon became numb and almost non-existent. No body could tell if time ever existed. It grew colder and the tension rose. Spain's body was discomposed and his muscles went limp. Prussia looked downwards and slowly uttered, "Come on you know how you, France, and I work together. It's time for the trio once again."

Spain looked up in terror, direct eye to eye contact with Prussia, and struggled to get out a single word, "I will not!" More thoughts clouded his mind as the next events would change everything. This cannot be happening to me. I promised everyone I would help them out. I'm such a weakling! I'm sorry.

His thoughts made him feel so guilty, he cried and his tears stained the concrete. This was the perfect opportunity, with Spain pretty much broken, for Prussia to take the next move, "Well then too bad. Finally, Spain, France, isn't this one big family reunion?"

France nodded and held Spain from behind to restrict him. Prussia grabbed the dagger and administered his dark magic. "Spain, my former friend, your assets will help achieve my goal." Spain yelled in complete agony and the scream alone broke the spell. The other nations presumed to run towards Prussia and company. Except Romano stood still and almost cried.

"Brother, stop!" Germany tried to bunt the end of gun into Prussia's face, but Spain disarmed the gun and, instead, bunted it into Germany's face. While Germany tried to regain his composure, Spain emitted a dark red aura. After the transformation, Prussia pulled out the dagger and the bullet magically disappeared.

This red aura caused the Spaniard to smirk evilly and, this time, aimed it at Germany point blank, "Oh, I don't think so."

Before another bullet was fired Romano howled, "No! Stop!"

While he screamed, he ran and took the hit for Germany. The bullet hit him in the chest area close to his heart. After the hit Romano passed out on the hard, cold floor.

Italy slid to his brother to hold him and almost cried too. He tried to hold the tears in, but with his closest relative hurt, he let all of them out. "Hold on big brother, I'm sure Austria will be able to help you out." Romano didn't flinch for a second from his younger brother's tears. This tender moment caused Prussia and his colleagues to snicker.

Belarus twiddled with her Vorpal Blade and licked it, "You guys better stop while you're ahead or rather if you will lose your heads."

France added, to make the situation even creepier, "Once you boys surrender, I will finally get to have my way with you. Sealand..."

Sealand hid behind England, "Get away from me you Pedobear!"

France laughed sinisterly as usual. Canada walked slowly towards Prussia to deliver some news, "My lord if you mind, we must leave before things get worse. We have who we came for." Canada took a look over at his brother, "Oh yeah and America, just to let you know, you are the biggest ass-hole in the world."

As Prussia felt glorified for his newest addition, he had a gift that Spain would love to death, "Antonio may I present you a Halberd in your honor. Now then, we are going to leave now."

Before Prussia and the others left, Turkey wanted to leave them a little scratch, "Not on my watch."

He rans and screamed. However, when he tried to strike them, Spain blocked Turkey's attack and kicked him in the stomach.

Japan and Greece ran over to their friend and Spain left a reminder, "Just want to give all you gentlemen a few words of advice. Ustedais señores nada significan a Prussia."

OH NO SPAIN! Mi dios. (My god!)

Author's notes:

At this point the way that Prussia is acting almost reminds of Albert Wesker from the Resident Evil series.

Seigneur is French for lord.

Spain's pistol originated from his home country of course.

Germany's Heckler and Koch G3 battle rifle was made in the 1950's and I thought it would probably be used as a modern weapon.

The Halberd is a Spanish weapon and it can be clearly seen in one of the episodes. (I think it was in season 1 or 2, remind me if I'm wrong XDD)

Spain's little speech at the end translates to-All of you gentlemen mean nothing to Prussia.

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