Hey everyone! I guess my promise of finishing it before May isn't coming through, but here it is the second to last chapter of this one year long fanfic. Wow! I said this before in my last chapter, but my writing style and confidence has came a long way.
This chapter was exciting yet difficult to write because of Turkey and Japan because I hoped I kept them in-character.
(It doesn't help when you watch Elfen Lied it helps write gory scenes even gorrier, and I do recommend it!)
I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!
It was so hard for China to see someone so battered and bruised up, even if he didn't personally knew them or their history. The single bullet wound made China sick to his stomach, he tried to not look at it. I can't imagine what it's like to have someone shoot you point blank. Even though we are immortal, we still feel pain and see millions of our people suffering through blood shed. Maybe we aren't that "immortal."
Belgium took care of it to the best of her ability, but all of the other lifeless nations took a toll on her. Nation after nation falling down was simply mind boggling and even Belgium herself has seen her fair share of blood loss. A small tear was starting to form, ready to trickle down, but Japan's comforting made her smile. "I always thought that my big strong brother would make me strong as well. I am in some ways, but every now and then you have to realize your weaknesses make you stronger." She let out a big sigh and was proceeded to see if Latvia's arm has healed any more and just as her fingertips reached the made-shift cast, she felt the supporting force of her brother.
"Abel, what's the matter?"
"I can feel someone's coming quickly, no, closely nearby us. We have to move. This fight won't be pretty." He said very calmly. Despite his battle wounds from Belarus, he was able to catch on their battle scheme.
The Belgian was confused, "Wouldn't it be Prussia then?"
"No, looks like he sent out one of his soldiers with something powerful and rather intense. It's a gut feeling I have, I swear."
Lithuania slightly eavesdropped on that conversation and Estonia could almost feel that same energy Netherlands had. Despite no energy in his legs, the Estonian mustered any strength to stand up and picked up his gun. "Whoever Prussia sent next, I'm ready to fight."
"Are you crazy? You really want to fight in your condition?!" Lithuania tried to stop him by put his hands on Estonia's chest, but America had enough and knocked the gun out of his hand. "Estonia, don't try to play the hero," The American fixed his hair and stared up into the skye, "That's my job. I can't imagine what it's like to feel so much pain and agony. These aren't Prussia's intentions." Suddenly, America had an epiphany. Where it all started. "Wait a second, we have been fighting for so long, why haven't we contacted the Pictonians? Even though it's still pure speculation, we have to try something to save him."
Just as America was about to utter another sentence, Japan jumped right into the conversation. "Mr. America, what is the status of the other nations?" Covered from head to toe, armor of a Samurai paired with an embellished katana. From the tip of the blade to the hilt, a sword ready to be used properly.
America was ready to debrief him when out of the blue, a loud booming sound was just meters away from their hideout. Everyone covered their ears to block out the noise and Turkey finally made his way. His mask was a lot different than his traditional white mask that he always wore, he bore the colors of his flag loud and proud. "That sounded like it came from a cannon. He just missed us by a few yards, count your lucky stars."
Everyone else screamed in discontent, "A cannon?!"
They tried to see where the blast came from and had no luck until, a familiar laugh with a particular accent. Estonia scrambled to the top of a boulder, and listened in very carefully and somehow, almost miraculously, saw who it was. However just as he saw that person, dread and despair went through is veins. It wasn't dread, it was disgust. Why is France doing this? Where's England when you need him?
More of the rock crumbled underneath him as he slid down, but another cannon blast knocked him off of ten feet away from it. More rubble was scattered everywhere, and Belgium and Netherlands vowed to protect the lifeless Nations. Both of them closed their eyes until a crunching sound of boots got closer and closer.
Then, a trigger from a Pistolet modèle An XIII broke the silence. However, Turkey had two weapons at hand ready to go. Heavys gun clinked against his gauntlets, two Kanuni 16 pistols loaded with bullets to its fullest capacity. "France might have his cannons, but they leave him at a great disadvantage which is the reload time. For me, I don't have to." Turkey smiled proudly and darted off to find the French man.
Estonia and Lithuania were shocked by Turkey's pure speed, then Japan started to run as well. Both of the Baltic nations yelled, "Be careful and watch your back!"
Within only a few thirty seconds, Japan was finally capable of keeping up his pace with Turkey. As they continued their race to France, England used his magic for another time to communicate to the two via telepathy, "Listen, Japan, Turkey, France is very unpredictable and don't fall for any of his sleazy tricks. Be careful out there." The message ended just as the two slowly made their way to France and his cannon. Glimmering silver with embroidered the symbols of French war leaders such as Napoleon Bonaparte and Joan of Arc.
The French nation stood tall and mighty with a slight seedy smile and a chuckle to go with it. "Wow, I'm surprised it would be you two I would have to fight against. It doesn't seem fair don't you agree?" His gun was on his holster and his right hand slightly twitched looking like it was ready to yank it out and pull the trigger.
"However, with my sincere apologies, I wanted to fight England so terribly much, not worthless rats who should stay in their places." France said with a slight unnerving tone. All of his malicious and devious nature showed through his dark blue aura, and he continued to chuckle with a familiar laugh.
Turkey and Japan readied themselves for any sneak attacks, but Japan was hoping that words could break through France. Like any honorable warrior he placed down his sword, but Turkey's face was full of confusion. Japan, you're leaving yourself wide open. Still, I'm ready to go. It's been a while since I've fought like this.
"Listen, you've got to stop this now. It's only you and Prussia who's standing. Please, there's no possible chance of victory and everything will fail. I guarantee that. Surrender now and we will show you mercy." Japan said sincerely and honestly. I can only pray that France will listen to reasoning.
Silence filled the air and Turkey could feel that something wasn't right. The cannon started to glow a dark blue and a ball-like aura started to form. "Japan duck!"
A blast escaped the cannon and the two nations veered away from it quickly. Another sphere was ejected out of the cannon which didn't give the two enough time to dodge it for the second time. White snow powder went everywhere, it didn't even look like snowflakes. A chunk of the ground was missing and France was unhappy with the results, "Come out you two and fight like real men. If you don't want to that's your own loss, I'll pick you off one by one until I remain victorious. It's what I deserve and it's my right to claim it so."
Somehow, the two escaped from the shockwave of the cannons and regrouped by a boulder. A couple of scratches and marks were seen on Japan's armor, he breathed heavily for some relief, "We have to come up with another strategy, charging him head on didn't work."
Turkey wasn't too thrilled either about his own injuries, the holsters for his guns broke, "No kidding. We have to disable that cannon somehow, unless France ditched it and that cannon could be turned into a bomb. Damn it!" He gritted with his teeth, "What's the next thing we should do."
Japan took his sword to draw out a plan on the dense snow and calmed down Turkey a little, "How about this," Before he continued on with the new strategy he tossed Turkey a few of his own home-made bombs, "use these to disable the cannon, I made it so that the fuse can give you some time to run and hide. After the cannon's taken care of, we should block him in front and behind. Hopefully that part will fall right into place, if that doesn't work somehow, I want you to be behind and I can block the bullets just enough for you to get a shot it."
Both of them nodded and put that plan into action. Turkey scrambled up to the top and jumped off of it to start his sprint towards the location of the cannon. For the life of me, please work.
With a lighter he kept underneath his gauntlet, small orange sparks went flying and contrasted the white skies. Multiple bombs were thrown at once and Turkey painstakingly waited for them to go off. Time was of the essence and each second mattered. Just as the fuse was about to reach its point of explosion, a bullet was fired into Turkey's right shoulder. "Gagh, you son of a bitch!"
More rounds whisked through the air, almost at random, and forced Turkey to run for it. Shit, where are they coming from. He didn't want to run, no, that's not how he fought. Despite the pain, he took both of his pistols and started to fire back. Each weight and force of the recoil was felt and somehow drew blood from the French men. Slow trickles of blood from his right bicep painted over his gun just as the bomb finally went off.
Massive chunks of steel were sent flying and ricocheted everywhere. Pings of metal against rock were ear grating to Turkey, but France found that sound pleasing and satisfying as a smile slowly formed. "You know what they saw about the Turkish people these days?" He said sarcastically with his head slightly tilted.
Turkey pulled the trigger, "I don't want to hear it."
France focused all of his energy on Turkey, "Alright then, if you don't want to hear what I have to say, then you can hear what I have to say at your deathbed."
The two went off into hand-to-hand combat combined with slugs of 50 caliber bullets. Turkey tried to hook France in the face with right hook, but the blond French man retaliated with a low sweeping kick at the ankles.
Immediately when Turkey hit the ground, he pushed himself back up and went into a flip with a downward kick. The kick didn't stick and he continued with a barrage of punches and kicks. However they were very random and France saw his strategy. With grace and elegance like a French ballerina, he missed every single one of them which flustered Turkey even more. Time after time, each attack was caused him to sweat along his tan skin against the cold air. It was taking a toll on his body and he had to end it quick.
Turkey tried again with bunting his gun into France's head and France flipped out of it completely. Long blond hair blocked his face and he realized something was missing, "Where did my little Asian boy go?" He dug his nails into his arms and his body contorted, "I want him, it's not enough."
The Turkish Nation was confused, "What's not enough?" Just as Turkey took one more step forward a mysterious bullet was shot into his left abdominal area. Blood stained his shirt, but that time the bullet kept him on the ground for good. He tried to dig the bullet out with his hand, but France grabbed him by the neck. Turkey couldn't feel any air down his throat and normally he would be able to get away from it, but all of his energy was zapped from earlier. Blood vessels popped out from everywhere where skin could be seen.
France laughed and laughed. He found it so amusing to him. "I've always wanted to see what it would be like to choke someone, well now I will." A slight growl could be heard and just as he was about to apply more pressure, he gagged when he saw a blade pierced through him. Clothes were ripped to shreds and he coughed up blood. Right behind was Japan, "You bitch, I thought you were an honorable soldier."
No emotion could be seen on Japan, it was always easy for him to be emotionless about anything, as he rotated the sword and pulled it back into his sheath. France lost his grip and his body dropped to the ground, "I'm sorry France, but everything will go back to normal soon."
Japan picked up Turkey and started to help him walk back to the others. However, France wasn't "dead" yet.
When the two nations were about twenty to thirty feet away from France, he slowly rose up like a reanimated corpse and his dark blue aura came back. Part of it ringed around the end of the chamber and he focused all of his energy into two simultaneous bullets. Bullets rushed like assassins, quick without interruptions. France's demented face matched his warped body posture as he screamed, "I'm not dead yet. You cannot kill a French man!"
Turkey and Japan barely heard France's scream and the bullets pierced them through their hearts. The two tried to get up, but the bullets seemed to be laced with some sort of paralyzing drug. Japan's sword was right in front of him and he reached and reached for it. Despite feeling almost nothing in his left hand, he barely grabbed it and had a weak grab on the hilt.
"I don't just have the title of the Bad Friends Trio for nothing, it's just a shame that it's still you two and not Arthur. I just thought he would have the balls to do something like this, I guess not."
The two nations felt weak, useless, and, for once, scared. Their bodies couldn't move at all and Japan could barely use his sword for his own protection. Black boots crunched the snow as he slowly came over to where Turkey laid. The sound of trigger being cocked made the tall and tan Turkish nation groan and he closed his eyes, accepting his fate.
A spell streak, filled with archaic and unidentifiable letters from older civilizations, bolted through the snow and hit France in his blind spot. As the incantation went through his forehead, he kneeled down and howled like a madmen by grabbing his head, "Who the hell sent this spell?"
Blue eyes flickered like a madman when he realized, "It's Arthur, that son of a bitch would do something like this!"
"Well, chap, I did promise that I will save you." England said firmly, with Japan and Turkey shocked. The two tried to stand up, but England put his hand down stopping them. "Let me take care of him, he's my responsibility. Francis, looks like you've had better days huh?"
The taste of iron made France spit out the blood and he covered his hand over his fatal wound. Splotches of the blood percolated from his mouth and his heart. All of a sudden, the real France came back, "Arthur, you," He tried to break through the spell, but kept on hearing Prussia's thoughts. No, France, you cannot fall down. I need you and you need me more than ever. You can ever whatever you dreamed of. Don't let anyone stop you. Do what you must to eliminate them. "have to stop Prussia. The only thing I want from you are your apologies and to kill me. Behead me if you must."
England trembled from those shocking words as he tried to extend, "What, know, if you can give me just a few minutes,"
More pain shot down his whole body, "I'm running out of time!" Without any rational thinking, he hastily threw his gun to England and miraculously stood up with a slight hunch. A mixture of French and English were incoherent to England's ears, but only one thing could be heard loud and clear, "Shoot me! That is my wish." He continued to repress the dark energies and England had a small notebook filled with other types of spells ready to be used. Turkey and Japan couldn't believe what was unfolding before their eyes.
France finally walked a few meters towards England and kneeled before him. Shades of black magic could be seen in France's pure and innocent blue eyes it sickened England to the core.
Both of them looked at each other one more time before the last bullet was fired.
Tears ran down both of their faces as they quietly said to one another with endearment and sentiment, "I care for you very deeply and let's not argue anymore."
From an incredibly long distance away, Germany could hear a final sound of a bullet fired and clenched his fists tightly. He got to feel what it's like to be alone. Isolated, treated as if you didn't even exist. Prussia's it's all over and you will become recognizable.
Jeez, this chapter took a lot of time more than I thought originally, but that is the process an author has to go through right? XDD
Author's notes time:
There's a lot of speculation for Netherlands's human name and I liked Abel the most.
Turkey's guns are, of course, from his country, but I wanted to find one that was a bit modern and this one fit the bill.
As I mentioned before, I hope I wrote Turkey and Japan okay.
It's kinda sad that everything is coming to an end with this story and one last chapter to write, but as one comes to an end, expect a lot more to come from me. I have, no kidding, tons of crossovers planned (Some of which will contain multiple chapters [I am working on Second Generation of Sins don't worry] and my first ever incredibly long crossover one-shot with Resident Evil 5 and FullMetal Alchemist. That one I'm extremely looking forward to posting and seeing everyone's reactions to it. ^^) and a some good one-shots planned out.
Please R&R! ^_^