Here's Chapter 12!

Poor Hungary...

As soon as Germany ran into Austria's room, he was met with Hungary's fists to his chest. Still with the knife from before, he tried to understand what occurred. All of a sudden he heard Sweden and Turkey yelling in pain.

He sighed in disbelief, "One second milady." He graciously put his hand on Hungary's shoulders to get by.

Turkey and Sweden were on the ground curled up in pain. Germany dropped the knife and helped the two out, "Are you two okay?"

With his incredibly thick accent he tried to say a word, "It could be a whole lot worse. No pain," While he groaned, "no gain."

On the other hand Turkey wasn't exactly too thrilled that he got hit the second time. "I'm fine, but I'm ready to get my hands on that bastard."

Pandemonium made Germany run to where everyone else was.

In absolute disbelief, "Everyone listen up!"

All of them turned their heads.

The first one who spoke up was Finland, "What's the matter?"

"We lost Austria." The Germanic nation clenched his fists and teeth with wrath. Why Austria? How could you allow yourself to join the likes of Prussia? I don't know what to believe anymore.

England heard that message as he dropped the tray with the full tea cups. Porcelain shattered everywhere and Earl Grey tea stained the concrete. "What do you mean? You said Turkey and Sweden were incapable of stopping him?"

Sweden got mad and Finland was a little worrisome. His striking, piercing blue eyes and bone-structured face came close to candy apple green eyes. "You want to talk to me like that? Prussia has gotten a lot more stronger since the last encounter. His power knows no bounds."

The wife tried to hold back his husband's strength, "Come on Mr. Sweden. Please? You're so scary when you do things like that."

With that little commotion, Turkey held his stomach area and tried to regain some air into his lungs, "Yeah, I certainly do. However, now it is time for bloodshed. We've been holding back for too long."

One of the Asian nations, Japan, slightly agreed. "I know we want to do what's best, but Turkey is partly true. It pains me to say this, we gotta move now."

"No." Germany looked towards the sky for some sort of hope. Or even sanity.

Everything that was gained, more team members, in a split second was lost.

"What?" The Turkish nation adjusted his mask to gain a better understanding.

At that point everyone's expectations were all up to Germany. Even Italy tugged at his jacket a little for some reassurance. Nonetheless, it took a major toll on him the decision he'll have to make later. "I am the one who is responsible for my brother's faults. It should be my responsibility to take him out."

His response sent chills and the Nordic nations conglomerated together. Only one nation, Russia, took initiative to set things straight. In some ways, he acted like a leader. "But Germany, aren't you listening to what you're saying? That's like asking me to take out one of my own sisters. Even though Belarus is under Prussia's spell and has some strange aspirations, I still love her like a little sister."

Oddly enough Denmark inputted his view on sibling relationships yet he doesn't have a sibling of his own, "As cheesy as you want to get, even affection from someone's siblings can break through."

This tender, sweet moment made Germany remember something. The letter. "Wait a second, I just remembered something Austria said before. Russia, you originally sent a letter requiring him to play his piano for one of your parties am I correct?"

He simply nodded, "Yes I did."

Germany leaned in closer, "I need to ask you one important question, did you feel something when you wrote that letter?"

The air was stagnant. Everyone wanted to know Russia's response. "Well I."

All of a sudden the ground trembled severely.

Someone's glasses fell to the ground and America couldn't see for a second. "Oh great an earthquake!"

Japan was quite familiar with natural disasters, but something wasn't right. "No this is not an earthquake. This is of a stranger phenomenon. Prussia must be here again."

Everyone's thoughts ran wild, however the same wasn't true for Russia. His face was full of pain as he stared at the ground.

Ukraine tried to comfort him. "Big brother, are you okay?"

Shear agony filled his chest as his grip got tighter and tighter. "I'll be fine," He still held his chest, but walked like a drunkard, "it's just that my heart is beating with sadness and guilt that I can't bear it any longer."

His words were so cold, Ukraine's heart froze. He spoke almost disjointedly, no understood what he meant. She tried to break through him, "What do you mean? What sadness and guilt do you bear?"

Without sensing the atmosphere appropriately the tiniest nation knew what would make Russia feel better, "Sir, do you feel alright? I can go get some vodka for you."

"No need to Mr. Latvia. I don't need to drink to cover my feelings. However,"

He paused. His purple aura appeared in front of everybody. The intensity of his aura forced his sister to step back.

Within a few milliseconds, Norway spiritually knew something wasn't right. "I can sense something not from this realm. It lies deep within Russia's soul."

Suddenly, among that realization, Russia grabbed Latvia's tiny neck with one hand and lifted him.

Everyone was ready to tackle him, but with Latvia in the way they couldn't do a thing.

With Russia's hand closing his airway passages, reluctantly, he gagged and looked in terror of Russia's smirk. "Let go of me."

Latvia's face turned blue and the Netherlands acted quickly. "Sorry to do this to you Russia."

The tallest nation tried to intervene with a classic right hook to the jaw. With such an ironic baby-like, but terrifying face he was able to intercept it and flipped him onto the ground. Russia tried to snap his arm, while he still held Latvia. Time was of the essence before Latvia passed out and someone's limb would need a cast.

"Brother Russia stop!" She slapped him across the face; she felt horrible.

Latvia gagging and his sister upset, didn't change his emotion. The Netherlands did all he could to loosen his arm.

His face was still numb and followed it by: kicking his sister in the stomach, threw Latvia onto her chest, and finally let go the Netherlands.

"Why this is amusing." He almost wanted to laugh with a look of deceit and betrayal. I feel strange again. I wonder what would happen if I were to bring back the Soviet Union da?

Those thoughts transformed his pale, pretty scarf raven-black and aura a strong purple color.

The aura loomed and Germany felt powerless. "Why is this happening? Wouldn't my brother use his dark magic to convert them completely evil? This doesn't make any sense."

Out of the distance, "It makes complete sense brother."

Everyone gasped when they see Prussia and most of his comrades came through a black portal, including Austria who stood there silently.

Russia walked away from everyone to be with Prussia in order to feel more dominant. Prussia patted his shoulder and secretly gave him a Shaska, "The reason why Russia decided to join my side was not from me coercing him to join, but the darkness that already dwelled inside his eternal soul compelled him against the light that is all around. My goal is not just to murder, but to rid this world of the light that surrounds all of us. Russia will be a great adversary for my battle. I will finally have an actual presence in this world."

Belgium went to go help her brother and looked at Russia disgustingly, "Russia, you don't have to join him. You have your own free will. Look at all of the damage Prussia has caused."

Russia's slight smirk turned into a contemptuous smile,"But I love the sight of slaying someone and seeing their blood spill. It's quite beautiful actually. Who should the next victim be?"

Her bridal veil shifted against the bright, iridescent blade. "Why big brother, you finally decided to join on your own. I'm quite proud of you. But you better not get any ideas about leaving. The wedding will happen very soon once we take care of these losers." She turned her head towards Germany. "Germany, if you lay one finger on my great leader I will kill you. I promise, I will not hold back. In fact, let me kill you now."

She lurched forward, but Germany blocked with an uppercut to the stomach. The punch made her cough, "Cheap shot."

Switzerland additionally retaliated with a bullet from his K31. The whizzing bullet stood no chance with Belarus's agility and her blade.

"Where's your stupid sister Liechtenstein?" The youngest of the nations were on the other side of the warehouse.

France meanwhile looked around for the little girl. Romano was still in his room recovering and he left to see what was going on. He casually bumped into him. "You tool, where's Prussia? I want to get my hands onto him."

Romano's face twisted with anger and France smiled. "I have more important matters to attend to, you sewer rat."

An almost orgasmic sound forced France to grab Romano's shoulders. "You listen to me you rumpus punk. Anything you try to muster will end up in your coffin."

His whiskers rubbed on Romano's face was uncomfortable to bear, so he kicked France in the groin. A kick to the vital regions would make a person flinch in pain, however France was able to bear it. For now.

France was amused, "A kick in the nuts is all you can do? Honestly, you can try harder."

He then punched Romano at his wound. It caused him to lie on the ground and gasped for air. Nonetheless, France continued his search.

While the adults had their confrontation, the youngest nations, Sealand and Liechtenstein, played with each other.

Naturally he hopped across the crates, "So I'm wondering what is going on with the adults. I hope everything is going okay."

Liechtenstein tried to keep up with him, but the little tyke was hard to keep up with, "If there are any problems, my big brother Switzerland can take care of it." Reluctantly, she smiled.

However, the same wasn't true for Sealand. "I wish I can say the same thing about my big brother. He's the British jerk of jerks." He pouted a little.

Out of thin air a yell, "Je veux que votre organisme tellement mal mon amour," was heard loud and clear.

Both of them hopped off a crate and hid behind it. "It must be that frog France, Liechtenstein you go hide somewhere."

Liechtenstein grabbed Sealand's wrist, "No I'm not going to be afraid anymore. I want to stand up for myself."

Slowly, but surely France found the two holding hands. "Bonjour. I've found you," He breathed heavily and seductively and walked towards her, "now come with me mademoiselle. We're going to have so much fun together."

She was insulted and walked away from him, "You are not going to lay your hands on a young lady." Her ribbon got in the way as she tried to pull Hungary's gun onto him. "Either you back away or I will unfortunately shoot you. However I'm not shooting to kill, but to save you from Prussia."

Her arms were in proper placement and she could pull the trigger at any time.

With a gun aimed right as his face, he chuckled, "Then shoot at me now."

Despite her proper firing position, she couldn't pull the trigger. Her innocence made her comply. Without warning France ran up to her, pushed her arm back with the gun, and placed his other hand, delicately caressing her breast. The gun waved away from her hand and went back a couple of feet.

Terrified, she yelled in distress. Sealand stayed right where he was, terrified too.

France continued to sexually abuse her by his inappropriate groping and rubbed his face against hers. "Now then, if you simply listen I will make this easy for you."

Instinct drove her to kick him in the groin. This time he kneeled down for good and gave Sealand the perfect opportunity. After that commotion, Liechtenstein calmed herself down and regained composure. "Sealand, I need you to tie his hands together."

Her kick knocked out France cold. Sealand was kind of happy, but he felt horrible inside. He found the nearest rope and tied France's arms behind his back. "That's no problem. That Pedobear laid his hands on me too. I need to get a chance to get back at him."

Simultaneously, the adult nations were about to reach a closure.

Austria was silent for the whole time and that terrified Germany. "Austria, Russia, can you hear me?"

The silver aura overshadowed Austria and he readjusted his glasses, and Russia fiddled with his scarf.

At that point Prussia had it with Germany and his antics. "They won't listen to you any longer. You've really become quite an inconvenience for me."

With a snap of his fingers, Russia grabbed Germany's neck with both hands. Of course, everyone wanted to help; England had a secret plan up his magician's sleeve.

At first England had his spell book whipped out, "You want to test your magic against mine? Let's see what happens." As England was going to cast a spell, Latvia had a special weapon on hand. A Korovin pistol.

"Latvia now!"

Such a small weapon made Prussia laugh hysterically, "Ha! Don't make me laugh! How can such a tiny gun hurt me?"

Latvia didn't laugh. He pulled the trigger and a bullet lodged in the outer region of Prussia's neck.

"Lucky shot." The bullet made his neck bleed a little. Droplets of crimson blood camouflaged with his black outfit. Russia backed off a little from Germany when he saw his leader hurt. With his other hand, Prussia snapped his fingers to bring France back. Belarus was kind enough, to undo the rope with her blade. Canada politely stood aside.

Everyone could've fought against him, but emotions of vengeance and redemption rendered them useless. "You shall see me again within a matter of days. Your future hinges upon this battle."

Throughout the whole time, Hungary was frozen and numb to everything. She would've responded earlier, but when she saw Austria her heart was shattered. Before Prussia and his entourage left, this gave her the opportune moment to save Austria. "Come back here you son of a bitch!" Her hand was just a couple inches away from her lover's as the portal closed on her again. Another failure. Hot tears rolled down her face as she kneeled to the ground and a green aura made presence.

Close call huh?

Author's notes:

Je veux que votre organisme tellement mal mon amour. I want your body so badly my love.

I got the "Bonjour" idea from the Justine addition of Amnesida: Dark Descent with the suitor Malo. Personally, I think he's the creepiest out of all the suitors.

Latvia's weapon signifies his part of the Soviet Union era and it's so teeny tiny.

If you didn't notice, Prussia's last quote is very similar to a character from Resident Evil. Can you guess who it is?

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