Happy Valentines Day everyone (Or Single Jellyfish Day)! Ugh, it's probably the worst I've ever had because not only is my straightener broken and my school bag busted and with my hair in such a hot mess my hat kept on flying off my head from the high winds...TT_TT

Anyhow, enough of me kvetching (Yiddish for complaining XDD) let's get back to this story. So, now that Russia and Belarus are out of the way, the battle is about to reach its pinnacle point and things will begin to shift into place.

For the title of this chapter, I have pretty darn sure feeling that a certain someone will never let it down. (Don't get any funny feelings! XDD)

I hope all of you like part 1 of this chapter!

Lithuania's tears and his crying was able to quiet down part of the ongoing war. He held what he believed was the most beautiful girl to him, the fairest of them all. Netherlands stood right beside him and was able to alleviate his sadness just a little, "Toris, everything will work out just fine. It will just be a matter of time until we get Prussia and undo everything he did."

The tallest nation knew that the Baltics and Ukraine were fine, but also knew that the war was far from over. As a safe, precautionary action he hid a flare underneath his jacket and decided to light it. The flame was incredibly bright and rocketed through the air.

Finland noticed it and knew it was time to shift to the next phase of the battle plan. "Sweden, Denmark, Iceland, Norway, it's time for our part." All of the Nordics nodded in agreement and barreled through the thick, dense air to regroup with Germany and England.

Denmark was the quickest to reach Germany, "Netherlands lit up the signal, it's time plans shifted slightly in our favor." The German agreed, and he took out his Great Dagger from his holster and stared at it intensively ready for the next move.

"I'll do whatever I must to stop my brother from achieving his goals." His tone was somber and the pain of fighting comrades clouded his mind.

I will have to eventually fight him, but we must take out the others.

The brightness of the flame pierced the skies as Germany ran over to the Nordics. Just as he reached them, a bullet went off and forced him to duck.

"I can't believe I missed, oh well, I'll just have to try again and hopefully hit someone through their head."

Fumes escaped from Austria's Glock, but something was different about it. It was not only the external design of the gun was different, the type of dark, manic energy from within. The high velocity of the bullet made her hair fly up in the wind. Gorgeous locks of brunette and her face still, emotionless, inhuman-like. "Why must things be like this? I want to fight. Let me fight!"

White Death retaliated with his personal sniper, a M/91, and shot Austria dead center in between his eyes. "I'm sorry, but we have to take out whoever is more powerful and strategically it would be Austria." Sorrow and agony filled his eyes, but he knew what must be done. Fingers slowly pulled the trigger and just at the bullet left the barrel, Austria caught it with two fingers with a slight crack in his glasses from its impact. His coifed hair fell slightly out of place and he was pissed. "Those glasses are not cheap Finland, you will have to pay for a new pair with your own blood."

Suddenly Austria unwrapped his elegant scarf and used it to wrap it tightly around Finland's gun and neck. Air quickly escaped his throat as he gagged greatly trying to get out of the strangle. Not too far away, Sweden saw that attack coming and slashed at it with his Viking sword. "Hey wife, are you okay?"

Marks were left around the Finn's neck, but he smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Finland, you should really let the men do their work," Denmark stomped proudly with a smirk and a readied battle axe, "It's been a while since I've fought like this, I kinda miss the old Viking days."

Sweden was semi-irritated, but he was ready. "Denmark, you know I still have a grudge against you for what you did to my people. However, having that said, I know we can set aside our differences for the same cause." He looked over at Finland, while Norway and Iceland ran to him, "Finland, I need you three to tackle her somewhere else. Myself and Denmark we'll strike Austria head on."

A couple of snowballs were hidden in one of Iceland's pockets. The teenage nation acted his age by throwing one of them at her the chest. White snow spoiled her lovely black dress and trickled slowly down. "You stupid little punk, no wonder people can't stand you little irritating prick." The Norwegian was unamused by his younger brother's antics, but it left a great window of opportunity to lead her in a different direction. She followed them for about forty feet in field littered with the boulders; the field left them slightly disadvantaged. They all ran for what seemed endless and Finland knew he couldn't keep on knew that battle couldn't last any much longer, "I'm sorry Hungary, but I'll have to put you out of commission for right now. I'm really sorry."

"Put me out? Never!" She yelled like a psycho and unsheathed her hidden Scarce Austro Hungarian railroad officer sword. Step after step, she used the terrain as an advantage over the three nations. The Hungarian raised her sword to strike Finland in the neck. Suddenly, the Fin tried to counter attack her attack but Iceland somehow counteracted with some large-sized stones.

"Once again, you little punk!"

Iceland smirked, "Ah skit, I'm sorry we have to treat you this way, but I can't let you carry out Prussia's plan." Her clothes were tattered and a giant gash was visible over her right thigh.

"You want to treat me like I'm some weak woman who can't defend herself? I'll show you that I'm just as strong and the most beautiful nation in the world. No one will be ever to see the beauty I have."

The three were confused by what she meant and continued to listen to her bantering. "I will set the standards for all women to follow, only women," Her tone and pitch kept on getting higher and higher, "you chauvinistic pigs will be gone for good and I can rewrite history."

All of her bantering didn't matter to Iceland as he scoffed with a smirk, "Like hell that will happen." A nearby icicle dripped off in the distance and it was absolutely quiet. One large drop of water fell and the clash began.

Finland bolted to hide behind a boulder while mystical energies swelled around Norway's right and elevated it to cast a spell, but Hungary went right in for his neck. "No need to prolong the inevitable." Tiny, dainty hands wrapped around his neck, almost an impossible feat for her. She squeezed and squeezed with all of her might until a bullet went straight through her hand. Dead center. Blood puddled right under her feet and nothing but wrath was in her eyes. The bullet itself did not rattle her as Iceland went for a punch to the ribs and she let go of Norway's neck. She held her hand and examined it very carefully, in fine detail, and proceeded to lick the gashing wound.

"This blood, it's tainted. I'm no longer pure." She said in a quiet, soft tone while her hand continued to bleed. "I will purge this world of all wrong and correct it accordingly!"

Out of the blue, she ripped off part of her dress exposing her chest, "You'll have to thank Denmark for his gift earlier. I really love it a lot that I should really use it more often." Green eyes shined with the intensity of an assassin as she pierced her hand with her own blade.

The sight of the blood again churned Iceland's stomach and nearly vomited, "Why are you mutilating your own hand? Shouldn't a bullet stop you?"

He could hear and see the blade lacerating and slowly it tinted into a deep black color. Black blood dribbled into beautiful formations on the snow and she found pleasure from it. "Now that I'm done purifying myself of your sweat and filth, I'll kill each of you slowly and painfully." She lunged with the blade in front of her chest and thrusted it forwardly, with her right arm, in the middle of Iceland's chest. The Norwegian intercepted her attack with his right hand and flipped her onto the ground and Iceland pinned her legs down. Thankfully, the sword flew away from her hand.

Finland was still about 20 feet away from the brawl with his gun hidden behind a boulder. I can't stand to watch anymore. This is just wrong and sickening, I have to do something. He would never let his friends feel alone or isolated, he always made them laugh or smile. However, sadness and despair filled his heart. The Finn barreled through the rough blizzard, "Guys are you okay?"

The only thing Finland could see were a couple of scruff-marks and small blots of dried up blood on their faces. He could tell that Norway was drained and his aura was slowly fading away. Without warning, Hungary took that opportunity of weakness and exploded with a burst of energy. "You can't pin me down yet! I'm not out!"

Her eyes were dark. Black with a an iris of cardinal. All of the rage she had resonated deeply as the green aura intensified. "I'm going to put all of my energy to destroy all three of you with one strike!"

Norway readied himself with another spell, but Finland stepped in front of him, "Tino, what are you doing? Get out of my way, my magic is stronger than your puny gun." Pale, wispy blonde hair swooped amongst icy winds and his words were almost inaudible.

"Erikur, step back. I'll take care of her. Ludwig needs your magic as well as Arthur's."

He was shocked that Finland would be so bold in a treacherous situation, "Erikur, I want you and your brother to run. Run as far as you can. Things right here are not going to get pretty."

She smiled and almost began to laugh, "Are you serious? You, a little nation who relies on his 'man' to protect him? How pathetic."

Finland's face remained quiet and his eyes couldn't be seen. Deep, heavy breaths escaped his mouth as he slowly readied his sniper.

"RUN NOW!"

Norway and Iceland ran with all of their might, but Hungary didn't want to let them escape, "You aren't running from me you creeps!"

Every sound and visual didn't matter anymore to Finland. All that mattered was the one, winning shot he needed to fire. His finger was placed delicately along the trigger. Second by second passed as Hungary moved closer in on Norway and Iceland. Just as she was going to strike them horizontally with her blade and her face twisted, everything ended.

NO! How could I have gotten shot? Her lifeless body floated through the air, but an epitome hit her. I'm in pain. So much pain. Am I going to die?

Only after a few seconds, her body crashed hard into the ground. Long strands of brunette hair covered her face and the blood from the bullet wound puddled around her head. Red blood drowned her face and all of Finland's strength was depleted followed by him fainting. His eyes slowly closed, but then they opened suddenly when he was caught by Norway. "Tino, that shot was amazing. I knew Switzerland was good with his guns, but you shot that with absolute precision." The Fin nodded with happiness and fell asleep right in Norway's arms.

"Brother, I need you to bring Finland to Estonia and the others, Belgium should be able to take care of him. I'm heading off to see if Denmark and Sweden need help."

Before Norway ran off, he grabbed the gun not too far away from Hungary and he knew something had to be done in a gentlemanly manner. Carefully and gracefully, he picked up Hungary's body and carried it towards Iceland.

His younger brother was shocked, "What are you doing? I thought you were going over to Germany."

"I changed my mind, I couldn't leave Hungary there like that. As a gentleman, I couldn't do that." Both of them laughed and slowly made their way to Belgium's makeshift infirmary.

Wow, it's been awhile since I've posted and don't worry my dear followers I will try to post the first chapter of Second of Generation of Sins soon. I'm relatively surprised by the number of alerts that people are liking the concept I made about a few months ago.

Now then, Author's Note:

White Death was Finland's historical sniper by the name of Simo Häyhä and he had the highest number of kills during the Winter War of 1939 to 1940. In addition, the M/91 is slightly different gun in comparison to Simo's. His was a modified Mosin-Nagant. (I'm so dorky about these kinds of things LOL.)

I hope everyone liked this, and part 2 should up soon and please R&R! ^_^