I hope everyone is doing well and I'm freaking happy to post part 2 of this battle for my spring break up in Montana for a week and I'll be coated in snow! ^_^
*WARNING* Got some cursing here and there. But nothing like Hidan's swearing from Naruto Shippuden. XDD
Hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
The snow storm continued on and only got worse and worse. It seemed that the nations were only halfway through the battle, but there was more expected ahead.
Russia feeling cold, Belarus feeling shattered, and Hungary feeling pain. All of those emotions would seem so complex to a normal human, but a nation endures more of these emotions at a debilitating level after seeing their own people die and die again.
Broken glasses flew across the sky as well as a couple drops of blood. "Sweden, are you okay?"
Sweden's blonde hair was tattered and his eyes were barely visible with the blood on his face. His sword was full of scruff marks and he tried again to strike it downwards at Austria's chest. Just as the tip of the sword was a couple of centimeters away, Austria stopped the blade with his own right hand. More blood seeped through as the blade cut further and deeper into his hand. This dark side made him more malicious, "Sweden, your blade it soothes my aching soul. Denmark I can't believe you would downgrade yourself with this barbaric thing called a nation." Austria's blood-coated hand shot straight forward to Sweden's necks, but Sweden was able to doge it with a backwards flips right by his comrade.
Denmark's battle axe was readied for another strike held up in the air with a smirk. "Austria, you really know how to get under my skin don't you? You think you can act like a prince and have everyone kiss up to your ass? I don't think so." He usually taunted his enemies with his iconic smile and a slightly condescending, or even, sarcastic tone. High tensions were felt on both opposing sides as Sweden's energy and spirit slowly faded away. Hands and arms full of scruff marks and trickling blood ran from his shoulders to his fingertips. How much could one immortal nation endure before their will dissipates? Denmark on the other hand was not nearly as marked up and had no plans on quitting early. The dynamic relationship between the two was certainly unique in its own quirky ways. Sweden being quiet and reserved while Denmark was loud and boisterous. They looked at each other intensely ready to end this small battle.
"Denmark, it was an honor fighting with you again. I know our history has never been that pretty, but I can assure you that victory is within our grasp." Sweden's voice was semi-recognizable despite his incredibly thick accent. He looked at Austria full of perseverance, but oddly smiled. "Are you willing to cause us to endure so much pain and agony all in the name of a 'utopia'? You are just sick and twisted."
Any comment among the high winds was unheard and Austria didn't give a care to the world about it. Glasses shined white as he examined the wound right where his scarf would be. A small chuckle was heard under his breath, but overtime it turned into a maniacal laugh. "Ha! Can you truly begin to understand that I'm more powerful than both of you combined? I am Austria, the better nation of the whole globe. I couldn't care about people's weaknesses. All mortals will just end up dying at my feet as I rise higher and higher global domination."
The sound of Denmark's axe shifting around his protective shoulder armor was along with that same smirk and familiar laugh. "Austria you are so prissy. Do you ever listen to yourself? You think you are so high and proud just because of a couple powers someone had to give to you? True powers comes from within yourself, not relying on others." Sweden was concerned that Denmark's comments were only making the situation worse. You idiot what do you think you're doing? You're usually never good at being subtle about anything.
Out of the blue Denmark winked at him with his smirk. Sweden fully knew what Denmark's true plans were. Arms felt like lead as the Swedish nation tried to pick up sword one more time. This time, the final strike to prove what the essence of what power was. "Austria, I can only assure you that whatever power you have will not lead to your victory. Malicious powers like yours can only lead to despair and misery, and I can certainly tell that Hungary would not want to be a part of it. You do love her right?"
Austria's irises flickered between red and violet, and his arms trembled in pain as his hands closed tightly into fists. The level of pain and agony was intense that caused his knees to drop to the ground while he held his head. Hot tears slowly dripped down his beautiful face and when looked back up at his enemies, his violet eyes were finally seen. "I do not want to feel this power anymore. It's tearing me apart. I can feel the pain Hungary is in. I just want to hold and caress her again." He raised both of his arms to expose his chest while his voice slightly trembled, "Denmark and Sweden, I give both of you permission to stab me right at my heart."
Suddenly, his silver aura appeared and more pain shot through his body downwards. Arms contorted inwards and his face twisted. After a couple of seconds, the pain vanished and he stood back up slumped over, but his eyes twitched strangely. Madness and wrath took hold of all of Austria's senses. Denmark and Sweden knew something was not right and readied their weapons just in case.
The Swedish nation held his sword in front of his face with his right foot prepared to shift at the drop of a hat. Austria slowly raised his right arm up and a small stiletto knife shot out from his sleeve into his hand encased with the same silver aura. Denmark held his axe behind his back with the blade facing Sweden's legs.
Tensions rose higher and higher until Austria made the first step and screamed, "You worthless nations will die by my hands and I shall be praised and glorified greatly!"
Austria thrusted the knife towards Sweden's jugular vein, but Denmark intercepted that attack with a kick to Austria's arm and knocked the blade out. "You'll have to try better than that. I won't let those half-assed attacks slide so easily." Coifed black hair fell out place as Austria tried to go into a back flip Sweden struck his blade diagonally downwards at Austria's chest, but missed it by a few inches. Austria then grabbed the blade and knocked it out of Sweden's hands. The two went into hand-to-hand combat. Punches and kicks flew across the snow-land until Denmark, with a powerful and deadly strike, lacerated part of Austria's shoulder.
More and more black blood oozed out and Austria's madness skyrocketed immensely. Those two will never comprehend my power nor will they ever get a taste of it.
"Can you two really understand my reasoning as to why I act this way?" Austria said in a condescending tone and continued on with his monologue, "Only those who are chosen by God's hands will purge this wretched world into a new genesis and I vastly believe in Prussia's cause."
Talks of world domination did not matter to Denmark, the only thing that mattered to him was the safety and happiness of others. Shadows covered Denmark's face, "Have you been really listening to yourself this while time? Domination, power, death, these cannot lead to something of great value. Only chaos and despair. I know I should be the one to talk about violent histories, but that's all in the past and right now I want to make sure none of that happens."
A smile slowly formed on Austria's face, but Sweden went in for the sneak attack and it stuck. "No, how could this have happened?" Any feeling of emotions vanished as the blade pierced through Austria's heart thoroughly. "How did you get your blade back?! It can't be?!"
Blue eyes shined bright as the moon as Sweden's own aura appeared and he slowly chanted, with a trick he picked up from Norway awhile ago, "By the heavens, please allow this poor soul redemption and remind him what it means to love again." Bright and flashing images of Hungary's smile and the two holding each other's hand was overwhelming as Austria felt into a state of deep unconsciousness with his eyes and hair reverting back to normal.
Sweden and Denmark were both exhausted by the end of their battle, but knew this victory was necessary to reach the end. They got up and went to carry Austria's limp body and brought him back to Hungary. Estonia was still partially knocked out by his own battle, but the sight of two lovers coming back together made him shed a tear. I just want everyone to smile again and feel no pain.
Man, this was a fun chapter to write.
No author's notes this time, but please R&R! ^_^