Happy New Years everyone! I hope all of you are having a good year so far. These chapters I'm going to be writing next are gonna be fun because I love writing fight scenes. (How many times have I said that before? XD)
Anyhow, hope y'all like this chapter.
As Russia closed his eyes, his aura vanished completely. The Russian was completely lifeless. Lithuania and Ukraine picked up the body and carried it across the snow. After a few moments Estonia woke up, with a crack in his glasses, and carried Latvia over Belgium to look at his arm.
While all of the other nations fought against each other, Belgium hid behind a snow-covered boulder for any medical assistance. Her face was covered with a hat and thick scarf saw raw bone and blood trailing. She noticed Latvia and was utterly shocked, "What happened to him?"
Estonia slumped into the ground and slightly moaned in pain, "When we fought against Russia, Latvia tried to fight against him and when Russia grabbed his arm, he completely broke it. However, even though Latvia's arm was useless he tried one more time and," His throat was heavy and he tried to swallow the tears, "Russia snapped Latvia's neck and threw him against a rock. I don't know what will wake him up, but we can at least fix his arm."
The sight of the bone churned her stomach and she immediately opened her medical bag. "Listen, I want you and Lithuania to hold Latvia still. Ukraine, I want you to hold onto Russia no matter what. Even if you guys clearly knocked him out, I don't want him to go berserk."
Her face was serious, but overwhelmed with concern. She opened up the bag to grab a few splints and bandages. As she tried to mend Latvia's arm, Belarus saw her brother's hair about 30 feet away. No, this cannot be. He can't be.
With her Vorpal blade, she darted across the field with eyes full of malice. As she reached the boulder, she flipped forward right in front of her brother with her eyes level at the gunshot wound. Her arms trembled greatly and her aura, a light shade of purple, appeared. Her voice as well turned slightly demonic and maniacal, "Which bastard shot my brother? I want to know now!"
Glasses shined as he fixed his gaze, "It was me who pulled the trigger."
The blade clinked against the boulder as she slowly stood up, "How dare you!" Within a flash, she lurched forward and Lithuania grabbed her right arm. "Natalya, you must stop this. This is not who you are," She tried with all of her might to break free, but Lithuania firmly kept his grasp, "I know about your oddities with your brother and it can be somewhat understandable. However, I cannot let you justify your actions with killing."
Her eyes twitched as the malice within her became present and kicked Lithuania right in the groin. He tried to get up and fight with her, until out of the blue, the tallest nation stopped both of them.
His hair fell slightly out of place and popped another cigarette into his mouth, "Why does this whole thing have to be such a pain?"
Belgium was shocked to see her older brother. "Brother, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be helping out the others?"
The puff of smoke from the cigarette was barely visible and he wasn't very satisfied with the taste of it. "Look's like I'll have to spend more to get what I like." He spat it out and stomped his foot on it to put out the flame. The howling wind made it difficult for Belarus to see everyone.
"Netherlands, it's been awhile. Still on your horrible smoking habit. You should really quit because smoking," She took the blade and licked it, cutting her tongue drawing just enough blood, "kills." Within a flash she lurched towards Belgium protecting Latvia. In fear Belgium closed her eyes and tightly held the tiny, lifeless body and use her body as a shield. The sound of a bullet shot her eyes wide open.
Smoke billowed out from a Halberd Double-Barreled Wheellock. "Can't believe I missed, oh well, I've got plenty of ammunition left." Belarus was astonished by the appearance of it, a combination of an axe and gun, and took her blade again and slashed it across the bottom of her wrist. More blood escaped from the open wound and she rubbed her wrist against her porcelain-esque face like a ruthless madwoman. The coldness of blood along with the icy winds soothed her bloodlust for murder. "Who ever knew the raw feeling of blood against your face? Netherlands, you should give it a try some time with me. Wouldn't you find it satisfying?"
He lifted up his weapon and rested it on his shoulders with a blank face, "Sorry Belarus, I'm not into kinky shit." Once again he reloaded it, in a quick matter of time, and fired immediately. To her the bullets meant nothing, she saw the bullets as a slow moving masses of energy in a condensed area of space. As the bullets were about to reach her face, she quickly swiped both downwards and made a deafening, high-pitched sound. The sound forced everyone nearby to cover their ears, but it didn't affect the Estonian.
"Listen Netherlands, if you don't take the fight somewhere else, someone else is going to get injured and your sister clearly has her hands full." Pale blonde hair tipped head downwards and looked at the larger nation giving him a smile of confidence. With another confidence booster, Netherlands barraged forward pushing Belarus into a wider area.
"You think can move me like some objectified thing!" Belarus yelled as she prepared her body into a fighter's stance with the blade diagonally protecting her face. The angle of the blade constantly shifted as she readied herself for the next attack. Netherlands shook his head in discontent and smirked, "Belarus, surrender yourself now, I don't want to hurt you. It doesn't seem right for a man like me to be hitting a girl."
Platinum blonde hair swirled upwards as the aura appeared once again. "You're not one to talk about hitting a girl." She flipped her hair in a girly fashion and couldn't help, but laugh. "Ha, you nearly shot me with one of your bullets. Isn't that another way to hit a girl?"
The Halberd clanked against his metal gauntlets and his demeanor remained stoic, emotionless. "Belarus, you are starting to get under my skin and I don't want have to take any drastic measures."
Before Netherlands took another step, Belarus drew the stiletto knife she kept in her shoe and attacked, surprising him. It lacerated not only the dense air, but punctured his right hand which held the weapon steadily. The pain forced him to drop it and quickly removed the knife before it caused any further damage. As he removed it, Belarus bolted for his neck, a prime target. Thankfully, he moved quickly just enough for the knife only to slightly slash the right side of his face and sucker punched her in the stomach region. "Thanks for another scar bitch." He took his thumb to wipe off the excess blood and flung it down to the snow. His hair was even more tussled and undone, and his behavior took an odd change; he carelessly took off his gauntlets and undid his hair completely, "I usually don't fight like this, but something's telling me that simple fighting moves won't do."
The blade shanked again and she got back into her fighting stance, "Well then, enough chit chat let's end it right here and now."
Legs danced back and forth as Netherlands and Belarus continuously dodged and counteracted their attacks. Every ounce of energy both had were used to their fullest extent. At one point, both of them stopped to breathe for one moment. Their breathing was heavy and shallow and they were at their limit.
Netherlands's arms and legs ached as his body felt like lead. "I'm at my limit and clearly you're at yours." Her arms slumped over her thighs and continued to tightly grab her blade. It was like a precious gemstone to her, something that couldn't be destroyed no matter how much damage it took.
His arms were battered with multiple cuts and he gathered the strength to stand up, but wobbled a little. "I'm gonna end it with one move. A simple move that anyone can do."
Silk-like hair became matted and damp; solid blue eyes were showered with crimson blood and her soul lost in a deep pit of hell. Once again, her aura appeared and shrouded her Vorpal blade like a flame and transformed it into her right arm creating an even larger blade. "I've decided traditional fighting tactics are just not enough." She raised her right arm and hammered it into the ground creating a small earthquake. "I'm gonna recreate the world in my vision. Finally, my brother and I will be able to procreate however we decide and not worry about society's standards no longer. My thirst for love has no bounds and I don't care."
"Belarus, you have a sick, twisted mind and it's about time I knock you back to your proper senses. You have to understand that there are certain limitations and we are representatives of our own damn countries." He stopped wobbling and did a quick, messy makeshift of his hair. Out of the blue, a pale yellow aura swelled around his arms and instantaneously healed the wounds.
Belarus's face twitched as well as her new right arm did. She ran with all of her might for one giant downward swing. Netherlands stood perfectly still making a clench with his right hand. The sound of rampaging footsteps was the only thing he heard and nothing else. As the sound got louder and louder, he finally entered his fighting stance by slightly bending his knees. He felt the bone-chilling blade just a few inches away from his face as he quickly turned around for a back-elbow strike to her forehead. The instant impact of his elbow shattered the blade into millions of pieces and reverted her arm back to normal; she then fell to the ground powerfully as her eyes faded and the aura vanished. Her lifeless body looked beautiful with the snow and he carefully picked her up. This fight drained me, I haven't endured something like this in a long, long time. As far as I'm concerned, there's someone that she does love who isn't her brother. Whoever that lucky man is, I hope he realizes there's a true beauty to her more than her quirky personality traits.
He continued to carry her body back to where his sister was originally. Estonia, Lithuania, and Ukraine were happy that she was defeated, but saddened by her appearance. Lithuania helped Netherlands to lie her body next to Russia's. Green eyes and brown hair came, as well as tears, into contact with Belarus's face and caressed it. I'm so sorry Natalya, I wasn't strong enough, but I promise I will treat you with kindness and grace. You deserve someone who cares about you and will always be there for you no matter what.
I hope everyone enjoyed it and now it's time for Author's Notes, only one this time.
The Halberd Double-Barrelled Wheellock is a German combination weapon, as I said beforehand a double-barreled gun and an axe, made in 1590 and is fairly large weapon for Netherlands to use easily, and of course from my weapons book titled Weapon: A Visual History of Arms and Armor. If you like weapons a lot like I do, try to pick it up when you have the chance.
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