Tension on Deck
The deck of the ship was brimming with people and none of them had any idea as to why they were there or where there glanced around the room, counting how many people were involved in this as he tried to make some sort of link as to what it all meant. In total, there were twelve people plus around a hundred Daleks who could destroy all of them in a matter of seconds. The deck consisted of: three nations (America, himself and now, sadly, Prussia); the Doctor who was currently having some sort of staring (glaring) contest with the Supreme Dalek; Captain Jack Harkness (who, England had noticed in slight offense, had flirted with everyone but him- oh, and Magnussen); the infamous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes and his best friend John Watson; Sherlock's arch-nemesis Moriarty; Magnussen (Sherlock's other arch-nemesis) and three young wizards. Needless to say, things were getting pretty hectic.
"Okay, how the bloody hell did you get here?" England glanced at Prussia as he paced the "deck" of the ship, trying to figure out exactly what was happening. England thought that the easiest place to start was with how everybody seemed to be suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
Prussia simply snorted and examined his nails. "Well, it wasn't exactly a big deal y'know? I was picking out boots with West and suddenly the air just started shimmering then -BAMF- my awesome self is teleported to this shipwreck."
"Excuse me?" Magnussen stopped looking at Sherlock for a moment and stormed over to the self-assured nation. "Shipwreck? Do you have any idea how much money I spent on this thing? I'm not going to take insults from someone who~," Magnussen grinned and poked Prussia forcefully in the chest, enunciating each new word with another poke. Isn't. Even. A. Nation..Anymore."
"Yikes," America whispered to England. "That must have hurt."
"Oh, I am so not prepared to deal with you and your shitty negativity." The Prussian scanned the room, his eyes lingering on America before eventually falling on Captain Jack. "Hey good looking," Prussia sashayed over to the American who managed to look surprised, complimented, flirtatious and cocky all at the same time. "Let's go explore this crapwagon."
Jack raised an eyebrow before turning to the Doctor with a slight shrug. "He called me good looking," he whispered as though that settled everything. "Catch you later!"
They headed out of the nearest exit, not bothered by the cluster of Daleks that stared at them as they walked.
Bloody hell, England thought with a sigh, what I wouldn't give for a nice cup of tea right now.
As Prussia and Captain Jack walked out of the room, Sherlock turned to Moriarty. They held eye contact for what felt like forever when, in actuality, it was only for a few moments. So much was passed within that single look: hate, regret, betrayal, distaste and, oddly enough, respect. It was true, Sherlock respected Moriarty, admired him even. Moriarty didn't feel anything for anyone; he could be great without worrying about the collateral damage he caused. Sherlock didn't have that luxury. As much as he didn't want to, he could feel and it grieved him greatly.
"So," Sherlock started, breaking the icy silence that he'd settled in the room as everyone watched, "what are you doing here?"
Moriarty rolled his eyes. "Isn't it obvious? To find you, of course," he said in a singsong voice. "I knew where you are, I always know where you are." Moriarty's eyes travelled to England for a moment and Sherlock was suddenly reminded of the fact that they weren't the only two people in the room. "We've got a surprise planned, don't we England?" Moriarty raised his voice in the Brit's direction.
The Brit looked up from his conversation with America and nodded, looking incredibly disturbed.
"Anyway," Moriarty continued, "we're going to kill Magnussen- of course," Moriarty glanced around the room, looking for his victim." Speaking of which, where is he?"
"Hold on for a second, you're going to kill him? Like, actually kill him?" John's voice was harsh and full of hatred and Sherlock jumped at the tone. He'd completely forgotten about John. How could Moriarty make him forget about John? "You can't do that!"
Moriarty shrugged, spreading his arms wide. "Kill me instead then! A life for a life, Johnny boy. That's how it works~"
John rolled his eyes, stepped forward and grabbed Moriarty by the top of his shirt. "Quit the dramatics, you narcissistic bastard. Why can't you just leave us alone?" Sherlock was silent. He couldn't say anything, didn't want to say anything. All of the Daleks had suddenly gone, Sherlock assumed that they were with Magnussen. Everybody had wandered off; only England remained watching from the side-lines.
Moriarty let out a high-pitched giggle that ricocheted harshly throughout the room. "You're so adorable when you're angry," he turned to Sherlock. "He's so adorable when he's angry. You always did like the feisty ones didn't you?"
"John," Sherlock stepped forward and placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "He's not worth it, okay?" John looked at him, rage evident on his face. He turned back to Moriarty and his fists tightened. "Look at me, John, look at me!" Sherlock could feel the panic in his voice, see the tremor in his hands and John let go of Moriarty.
John stepped back, not looking at Sherlock. "I'm going to go before I do something I regret," he said, anger still there in his voice as headed for the door.
"John!" Sherlock cried, moving towards his friend. "It's dangerous!"
John rolled his eyes. "I'm sure I can handle myself." Sherlock watched him leave, not liking the strange feeling of guilt that was eating away at him.
Moriarty whistled. "Well, you really screwed that one up." Sherlock flipped him off. He was freaking out. He was trapped on a flying spaceship, John hated him and the two people he hated most were somewhat battling for his affections. There wasn't even a murder to cheer him up. The whole thing was ridiculous.
"Now," Moriarty turned to England, who had witnessed the entire thing, "I think it's time to deal with you~" He advanced on the Brit and Sherlock headed for the door, he couldn't watch. Whatever it was, he had to leave England was on his own.
He needed John.
America had watched Prussia leave and, after moments of debating whether he should comfort his friend, decided he would be of more use if he stayed with everyone else. Besides, he wanted to find out what had happened when England had gone missing.
"He's going to turn you into a pirate and make you kill someone? That means that you won't be you anymore…" America asked, confused. What was the point in that? Well, Pirate England was terrifying; that was probably the whole point.
"Not just anyone," England muttered, his voice low, "Magnussen. He wants me to kill Magnussen so he's going to turn me into a pirate."
America was baffled."Can he even do that?" He asked the Doctor, who was stood next to them.
"Oh yes, it's possible," the Doctor said, his mouth turned into a frown. He doesn't suit frowning, America thought. His eyes are extremely old but his face should be happy. America thought it made him look more human.
"Ohmygod, what do we do?" He didn't want to lose England, couldn't lose England.
England sighed, his face was pained. That was the face America hated. England was going to make a sacrifice; he was going to risk everything for everyone else. "We don't do anything," England looked at the Doctor. "Take America out of here, please. The three young wizards have already gone, I don't know where. Please, find the answers you need to fix this." England's voice was grave and America wanted to hug him. He didn't.
The Doctor nodded. "You humans never cease to amaze me," he commented, shaking England's hand. America guessed that it was his way of saying good luck.
England smiled softly. "Technically, I'm not human."
The Doctor shook his head; America thought that he looked sad again. "You are, inside."
America shrugged and turned to England. "I can think of worse things to be," he smiled softly. "I guess this is like a temporary goodbye." He wrapped his arms around the Brit, pulling him into a warm embrace. "Promise me you know what you're doing."
England clung to America, it felt as though neither of them wanted to let go. "I promise," he whispered in his ear before releasing him. "Now, leave and don't come back until I find you, okay?"
America nodded. "See you later, okay?" He walked out, the Doctor trailing silently behind him. He knew that it wasn't the last time he'd see the Brit, but for some reason he felt as though something had ended.
Prussia and Captain Jack were searching one of Magunssen's many offices, trying to find something useful. Prussia was still angry. In fact, he was more than angry. He was hurt and that wasn't an emotion he was used to.
Everything had been going wrong for him just lately. His two closest friends France and Spain hadn't spoken with him in quite a while, his love life was practically non-existent (he liked someone but didn't have the courage to tell them) and now, that jerk Magnussen had just gone and reminded him of the fact that his nation had dissolved years ago. Prussia felt as though he was just a shadow of his past self. He had expired- he was past his sell-by date.
"So," Prussia was shook out of his silent lament by Captain Jack's voice, "that guy really got to you, huh?"
Prussia hesitated; did he really want to tell a complete stranger all of his problems? Then again, he did need to rant. "Yeah, I guess so. It's just that, technically, I've lost all of my status as a nation and that dick used that against me. It still hurts, you know. I used to be great and now I'm just… Me," he finished lamely, not looking at Jack.
"Well," Jack had stopped rifling through the filing cabinet and was now paying full attention to the nation, "if it makes any difference you seem pretty damn awesome to me."
Prussia smiled, feeling slightly happier than he did before. "Thanks," he muttered, feeling a little flushed. "You don't seem too bad yourself," he added.
"So I've been told," Jack said with a chuckle.
They lapsed into silence again as Prussia returned to looking through Magunssen's desk. "Do you have any thoughts to why we're here?" Prussia asked, turning to face Jack and surprising himself by breaking the silence.
Jack thought for a second then shook his head. "Nope. No idea. Although, and I know this will sound weird, I'm kind of glad we don't know. Mysteries provide a good distraction from loneliness."
Prussia felt something then, maybe it was his heart breaking. "You're alone?"
Jack nodded. "I have been for years. It's pretty hard to settle down when you're immortal."
Prussia stepped towards Jack. There was something in his voice- it was so unbearably sad. "If it makes any difference, I know how you feel. Nations are immortal too and it can get pretty damn lonely."
Jack smiled and Prussia couldn't help himself, he didn't know why he even did it as it was so unlike him: he raised his hand to Jack's face and kissed him softly.
Nobody is ever truly alone.
America and the Doctor walked down the Southern corridor, (America was sure that there was an official spaceship name for that but he couldn't remember it), they were looking for Prussia. They had decided to find Captain Jack and Prussia before going to find answers and besides, if there was anyone who could cheer him up right now, it was the red-eyed Prussian.
"Are you sure they went this way?" America asked, groaning. "We've been walking for ages!"
The Doctor rolled his eyes and tweaked his bowtie. "I never said I was sure, I was just making an educated guess. Not that it was very educated- just a guess really, hah!" He laughed, the type of laugh someone did when they were used to laughing at their own jokes.
America stopped, he'd heard something – he was sure of it! "Can you hear that, at the end of the room?"
The Doctor stopped, listening. His eyes widened and he turned around. "America, I think Prussia's this way….Let's go."
"Nope!" America grinned; those were definitely Prussia's groans. Had he fallen over or something? "He's this way." America headed towards the open door.
"That's what I'm afraid of…" The Doctor muttered.
America stepped through the door expecting to see Prussia on the ground, clutching at his twisted ankle or something but the floor was empty. He stepped into the room, his eyes automatically widened. Prussia was most definitely not injured. He was pressed against the wall, his cheeks were flushed and he was moaning. That other American- Jack, he remembered was kissing the nation. Their mouths were pressed together; occasionally one would open, gasping for air. America was pretty sure that what they were doing was a totally different kind of exploring.
"What are you doing?!" America asked, frozen in the middle of the room. He couldn't look directly at them, he stared at the wall, and his cheeks were red.
Jack broke away from the Prussian and without even hesitating he went to answer America's question. "Well, believe it or not we were ki-"
"Looking for my piece of chewing gum!" The Prussian cried, grinning at the American, his face flushed. "I thought I swallowed a piece of chewing gum and Jack was helping me find it."
"Oh," the American now smiled, it all made sense. "I feel bad now. I thought you were doing something else."
Prussia laughed, shaking his head at his friend. "Oh god no, America. I am way too awesome for that kind of thing, you know?" Prussia glanced at a bemused Captain Jack and bit his lip. "Anyway, I still haven't found that gum so I'd better get back to it…" He glanced meaningfully at the door.
"Okay," the American beamed. "I hope you find your gum!" He left the room, closing the door behind him.
The Doctor stood wearily in the corridor. "I did tell you not to go in there," he said, shrugging. "Are you okay?"
The Doctor shook his head. "And they call America the great nation…"
America smiled. "Of course, they were only looking for gum, jeez!" They walked back the way they had came, the Doctor had clearly decided that they no longer needed those two in order to get answers. Note to self: get some chewing gum next time England comes over.
A/N: This update was seriously due ages ago! I'M SO SORRY!
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