*Short chapter*
France woke with a start. He was still in the cave and still alive. He had fallen asleep with the flashlight in his hand, so he turned it on. Light returned to the darkness. He found Britain snuggled tightly against him. He shoved his arm, causing Britain to wake up.
"Huh?" Britain says, shooting up, much too fast for his own good. He was hit with a giant wave of nausea. He had a terrible head ache, his vision blurring, making him fall over. This sudden movement of up and down hurt his head even more as he almost threw up on himself. Britain felt as if he was in a hangover, which he often experienced if he had been hanging out with America or frog face.
"What happened?" Britain says, holding his head. "Did you cause this horrid headache?" he screams at the half-asleep Frenchman.
"It was that needle I gave you. The after effects made you utterly loopy." France laughs.
"Oh. But if I found out that you did anything to me during my state I'll bloody kill you!"
"More like what you did to me!" France yells, shaking his head, making hair fall in his face. Britain's face twitched and a slight blush covered his cheeks. France notices his expression and snickers.
Oh god, Britain thinks to himself. All he remembered was great pain, a shot then feeling better. But everything went downhill from there. Who knows what unspeakable things that pervert did to me while I was in my "loopy state" as he called it? Why did he have to be so… French? Just thinking about that frog sent a slithering shiver down his spine.
"W-what'd I do to you?" Britain stutters questioningly and looks away.
"Some things. I'm not going to tell you what you did though." France says winking. Britain's face flares up a dark red, his over active imagination kicking into gear.
Their conversation (if you could even call it one) was cut off by a loud grumble. Both nations turn and look around. They had yet to see another Steve and they were on their toes. France grabs his baseball bat that was lying on the ground while Britain pulls out his tiny dagger.
They heard the weird grumble again, not able to figure out where it was coming from. They get up quickly, weapons raised.
Then, it came out of nowhere. The Steve screeched loudly as it lunged at the two shaky nations. France, bat gripped tightly in his hand, was ready to swing. Britain shakily held up his pocket knife, ready to defend himself in any way possible with the (somewhat useless) object.
The approaching Steve suddenly stops and stares at Britain, its large beady eyes staring into him.
Britain at the moment had lost all of the breath in his chest. His face was paled to a white as he was forced to look into its intimidating eyes. He felt as if he would faint.
France glanced back and forth between the two. He was completely paralyzed. He tried to lift his arm to swing the baseball bat at the Steve but to no avail. His arm would not move. He tried to move his leg, but he couldn't move that either. He was completely and utterly stuck, forced to look at the unfolding of this event.
The monster continued to stare at Britain, his eyes glowing now. Britain was now drooling and twitching.
France couldn't make noise or move, so he was screaming Britain's (god awful) name in his mind. Of course, either of them could even utter the smallest sound.
So France stood and watched the entire scene. First the alien's eyes became so bright it was like a beam, shining on Britain, seeming to inspect him from his head of shaggy hair down to his large (manly, may I add) feet. Then Britain began to shake vigorously as the beam from the alien eyes became blinding. The Steve made low rumbling sounds, making France shiver.
Suddenly, Britain blasts backwards into the nearest wall by the giant explosion caused by the Steve. Britain lets out a loud yelp when his back comes in contact with the hard and pointy wall. When this happened, France's once frozen joints could move freely again, so he rushes at the Steve, but stops dead in his tracks.
The once before giant bulbous head was now covered in blond hair. The once before huge beady onyx eyes were now an emerald green human eyes. The once small claws containing only three fingers with overgrown nails were now a normal full grown man's hands.
France slowly walks over to Britain, who was still gasping due to all of his breath being knocked out of him. Britain got up shakily and stands next to France. The two close their eyes simultaneously, breathe in and out, and stare back at another Arthur Kirkland.
