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Chapter Summary: France and Canada stalk Norway with devious intentions, but it quickly becomes obvious the incubi are not the ones the world needs to worry about. Lithuania arrives with Poland to find help - unfortunately, he cannot fight his canine instincts. Not when there's a cat to chase!
Ch. 20: Cats and Dogs
October 31, 8:00 PM
Thank God in heaven for wings. It took a split-second for Canada and France to fly into Denmark and Norway's house before Norway slammed the door on Japan and Turkey. Now they're stalking him through his house, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
"He's alone." Canada hisses, licking his lips. "Denmark's in that tree. He must be so lonely."
"But he just kicked Japan and Turkey out. Why would that be?" asks France. "There's something off about his energy. Can't you taste it?"
"He's using magic from the other side," Canada replies as they follow Norway up the steps, almost drooling at the sight of his ass. "That must be it. Really, France, why do you care? We're only going to fuck him."
"Quite true, dear Mattieu." France grins. He reaches out, just starting to send tendrils of sleep towards Norway as he heads into a bedroom. It would be the perfect set up; only, the bed is already occupied. The incubi do not even sense Greece until they see him, because his energy is too low to register. France frowns. "What's this?"
Norway runs a hand over Greece's form, pausing over his mouth and nose. "It would be so easy to smother you now...too easy, really. Besides, I would prefer to get to you before rigor mortis sets in. The longer dead, the stiffer the zombie." He hefts Greece over his shoulder and starts to make his way back downstairs and into the dark basement.
Canada's eyes widen at the display, even as they continue to follow Norway. "Zombie? Zombie? He can't mean an actual zombie..." He shudders. Both he and France have had bad experiences with such things.
"No, of course not! And if he did...someone must have cursed Greece! Surely he is saving him from such a horrible fate," says France. There is no way Norway would dabble in black magic. It's too difficult to control, and it has terrible consequences. England has delved into that art every once in a while, and that's how he came to owe France so very much. Black magic leads to things like accidentally turning your friends (enemies, at the time) into incubi. Or worse: summoning Russia.
They follow Norway all the way down to the basement, where, to their utter shock, they find Finland in a cage. Canada gapes at the apparent dungeon. "What's going on down here?"
Finland found a toothbrush and a sink tucked away in the corner of the cell once he actually looked around. He's been using the toothbrush to do the one thing he can think of in this situation: clean. The cell is filthy; at least with a toothbrush, the rags of his shirt, and some soapy water, he can scrub the floor. He looks up as Norway arrives, and gasps when he sees Greece. "What did you do to him?!"
Norway smirks and dumps Greece on the floor in front of the cell. "Me? I haven't touched him. Yet." He heads for the shelves (all made of iron to prevent imp interference) and starts pulling down what he'll need for a zombie ritual. The stores do not contain everything he needs for the spell, but he's capable of a little improvisation and substitution. At least it will make for an interesting zombie.
"What are you doing?" Finland snaps, dropping his toothbrush in alarm at the state of Greece's body. So pale, so limp. He looks nearly dead. "You have to heal him! He's dying! Let me out this instant!"
Norway just laughs, setting a bowl and a few candles by Greece's head. He starts mixing the ingredients as he replies. "Don't worry, he'll come back; I can make him better than he was. Stronger, impervious to pain. What good is a brain, really?"
"Oh My God!" Finland cries, utterly stricken by the cruelty of Norway's words, the laughter in his eyes. "How can you be so cruel? You can't turn a nation into a zombie, that's millions of people!"
"Shut up." Norway raises a hand, and suddenly Finland can't open his mouth. "I haven't had this much fun in a hundred years."
Canada looks to France, his eyes wide with two parts confusion, one part fear. "Well... ah... You were right, I guess. Something is definitely off."
"We can't jump to conclusions!" France exclaims. Unfortunately, in this state lust tends to outweigh logic. Even though he can see and feel that something is very, very wrong here, the demon side of him tries to reason him into seduction.
"He's using essence of deadly nightshade with hypnosis powder," says Canada, crossing his arms over his chest. It's clear that Norway is making a zombie out of Greece. Which... isn't technically something that should get in the way of fucking him, but even demons have principles.
Norway picks up a knife and lifts Greece's hand over the bowl. Before he can make the cut, there's a great commotion above them, outside the basement window. It sounds almost like barking. Norway frowns and sniffs the air. Ah. A werewolf. The wicked smile returns to his lips. The zombie can wait; he has better things to play with now.
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Out in the courtyard, Lithuania and Poland have arrived. Unfortunately, Lithuania cannot control himself around a cat, and within ten seconds of their arrival he is chasing Turkey through the yard, having dumped Poland by the door in his quest to catch the kitty.
"Liet, stop! Um, bad dog! Bad wolf! Er...HEEL!" Poland tries desperately to end the chase, pulling himself up by the door handle until his leg collapses. He curses, and takes up shouting across the yard instead. "Sorry Turkey! Don't hurt him, it's actually Lithuania! He's a werewolf, but he's not usually…wait, how are you a CAT?!"
Turkey hisses and darts away, barely aware of Poland yelling after them. Werewolves are very fast, and it's all he can do to stay out of range of the creature's teeth. He sees a tree in the distance and does a pinpoint turn, heading straight for it. Wolves may be fast, but they aren't very good at climbing.
"Oh- Oh no!" Japan yells, chasing after the pair. "Wait! Stop, he's not a kitty! He is Turkey! You don't want to pick a war with Turkey right now!"
Lithuania is thinking nothing but Catcatcatcat!, chasing the neko nation at full-speed, tongue hanging from his mouth as he practically flies at the tree. But soon Turkey is up in the branches, and he's left at the bottom, jumping and barking. He wants to play with the kitty!
The little vampire kitten hisses at the wolf, darting at its head. It smells like blood - not tasty blood, but blood all the same. "BlehMEW!"
Lithuania lunges at the vamp-kitty, snapping at it until it flies out of range. The he's back to scratching at the tree and snapping at Turkey's tail. He wants the Turkitty now, and he won't stop jumping at that tree until Turkey comes down!
"Ah- Lithuania-san!" Japan tries to get close to the wolf again, but there's no way he's letting any of his fingers go near Lithuania's mouth. That dog is snapping like a fiend. "Stop! Turkey is not a toy!"
Turkey hisses and darts a sharp-nailed claw down to smack Lithuania's nose. Then he climbs higher into the tree, until he runs into Denmark. They stare at one another for a minute. "Um..."
Denmark blinks. "Awe, dammit! You made me lose count!" he sighs, swinging his knees. Then he sees the ears. "Oh, dude, wicked costume! They feel so real!" he says, laughing gleefully as he reaches out to pet Turkey's ears.
"No, don't touch my-ooh...mrow...purrr!" Turkey's protests disappear entirely when the petting turns to scratching, right at his favorite spot. He rubs his head against Denmark's hand and ends up half-sitting in his lap.
Denmark laughs at the adorable play-kitty act Turkey is putting on. "Oh, dude, you should so wear those in bed with Japan. He'd go nuts." He swings his legs again. "So, what'cha doin' up here?"
A growl below answers that question. Lithuania sits on his hind legs, paws scratching at the base of the trunk. There is a cat up there. He'll cut this tree down with his bare claws if he has to.
"Lithuania! Stop that! Please!" Japan looks around, then grabs a stick from the yard. "Ah- Here boy! Fetch the stick! Fetch it!"
But a cat is so much more important than a stick, so Lithuania sticks with cat and just starts whining louder.
Back at the house, Norway opens the door and ends up smacking Poland in the back. "Ouch!" Poland glares up at him. "Uncool, Lukas. We've been out here for ages. Anyway, um, this may be awkward and all, but my husband is a werewolf and he's chasing Turkey...who kind of looks like a cat. Ah fuck, this is wicked crazy. Maybe I hit my head."
Norway stares at the scene for a moment, then laughs out loud. This just gets better! A wolf and a neko in the same place? He wonders how long it will take for them to tear one another apart. And then there's Poland bleeding on the doorstep. What's more fun than one zombie? Two. "What happened to you?"
"OhmyGod, you are not going to believe this! I was in the woods, because I'm kind of a wila and I get these moments where I can see the future, but I mean-"
Norway holds up a hand, and Poland's mouth seals itself. "Short version, please."
Poland gasps as his mouth unseals. He frowns, warily watching Norway's hands. "Totally rude. Anyway, I was attacked by Russia while I was dancing. He bit me, but Liet saved me before he could turn me into dinner. It was way awesome and heroic and stuff! But, y'know, still bitten by a werewolf, and that's never supposed to end well. Liet said you could help."
"Help? Everyone seems to think that," says Norway. He decides that two zombies is two of the same, and that's boring. It would be more fun to watch Poland turn into a wolf, especially when he has Finland already locked in a cage. He'll make such an excellent snack. Norway leans down and helps Poland to his feet, dragging one arm over his shoulders. "Come inside and I'll do what I can."
"Oh, thanks!" Poland grins. As soon as they're both inside, the door locks again.
France and Canada look at one another as they watch Norway escort Poland to one of the couches in the living room. "He...might mean well?"
"I don't think so," Canada says gravely.
Norway stoops to examine the bite wound, and Poland sucks in a breath as his fingers prod at the leg with what is, in Poland's opinion, a great deal more force than necessary. But, Norway's the one who is supposed to know what he's doing. "So? Can you fix it?"
The bite's a nasty one, cutting deep into the muscle. It was made by a very, very big wolf; Poland's lucky the leg is still attached. Norway smirks. He'd like very much to meet this big bad version of Russia. He's always had a way with werewolves; it would be easy enough to put this pack under his control. Of course, it's much easier to start when they first transform. He pulls Poland to his feet again and drags him toward the basement. "I could. But I have a better idea."
"You WHAT?" Poland shrieks. He's got no choice but to stumble after Norway; it's follow him, or fall.
When the stairs creak, Finland rushes to the bars of his cage. "Feliks, don't let him! He's crazy! He locked me in here!"
"What the hell, Lukas? What's wrong with you?" Poland yells, pulling out of his grasp only to trip over Greece's body and end up on the floor. He crawls over Greece, feeling for his pulse. It's just barely there, and all too slow. "Oh my God..."
Norway takes down the keys to the cage, then gathers a handful of dirt from the floor and throws it into Finland's face. The tonttu yelps like he's been injured and runs to the little sink to wash the dirt away.
"Oh..." Canada says, watching with wide eyes as Finland starts scrubbing his face with soap and water. "How does he even have sex?"
France taps Canada's nose. "In the shower, of course!"
Norway opens the cage, grabs Poland by the arm, and throws him in. While Poland shrieks from the weight on his leg and Finland keeps scrubbing, Norway slams the cage shut again and steps back. "This will be fun! First we see how long it takes for you to turn, and then how long it takes for you to rip the little tonttu apart."
Sprawled on the floor, Poland glares through the bars. "You're insane. You think you're scaring me or something? No way, I've totally been through worse before. I always get out again. You'll see."
Norway laughs. "I count on it."