Chapter 2- Russia!
~Written by UnlitLantern
~Axis group POV~
As soon as the doors swung open, the groups left the room almost instantaneously, spreading throughout the castle's corridors. The group containing the Axis Powers went through a particularly large doorway and headed into the dimly lit hallway. The floor had morphed from beautifully polished hardwood to lichen-covered stone. Germany quickly took the head of the group, examining the paper that held the needed items. Suddenly, Germany stopped walking, making the rest of the group stumble.
"Vell, zis is vierd…" Germany muttered.
"Vat is it Vest? Come on, show it to the awesome." Prussia said, hovering over Germany's shoulder. Germany yanked the paper away from Prussia and glared. He then returned his attention to the list.
"It says zat ve need to find somezing zat has to do with volves. Specifically, volf blood." For a moment, there was silence all around. Then Italy spoke up,
"Ve~ Why would we need to find something like that? Why don't we find some pasta instead?" Italy took a pen out of his pant pocket and scribbled 'pasta' on the bottom of the list.
The other three turned to him.
"Rearry?" Japan sighed.
"Veee~!"
Germany shook his head.
"Alright," He said as he began to walk, "So ve need to find volf's blood, and…" For the second time, Germany stopped and this time, the rest of the group stumbled and fell. Prussia scrambled to his feet and hit Germany on the head.
"Vat ze heck vas zat Vest?" Germany stared blankly at the bottom of the paper for a few moments before turning abruptly to his group.
"Ve need to get some veapons…" Prussia stared confusedly at his little brother.
"Vhy Vest?"
"What's happening Germany?"
"I do not have a good feering about this…" Germany quickly handed the paper to Prussia and began to walk quickly through the corridor. Prussia, Italy, and Japan burst into action, hurrying to keep pace with the troubled German. Prussia held the paper and scanned the scrawl on the bottom of the paper.
'Oh, and you may want to find a weapon or something. You know, arm yourselves. There will be some… surprises along the way. Have fun~!'
Prussia stared at the bottom of the paper. Arm yourselves…? And what did Romania mean by 'surprises'? Was this some sort of joke?
Germany led the Axis group further into the castle. Eventually, they found a door to one side of the hall and they hurried inside it. Germany shut the door and the group started to look for a weapon of some sort.
~Romania POV~
In the middle of the castle sat a huge towering spire that played host to a particular Romanian guest. The vampire sat in a modern grey office chair in front of a wall that was covered by surveillance screens. The screens displayed scenes from every part of the castle. Romania smirked, his crimson eyes fixed on a screen in the middle of the wall. His smirked widened into a full-blown grin when from the speakers came a sound like glass breaking and a loud wolf's howl.
"Looks like Russia found his costume …" He leaned back in his chair stroking a small bright orange Japanese fox. Romania laughed as the thought of the scenes about to unfold in the castle right below him.
~Axis group POV~
There was a slight cracking noise from the wooden frame as Italy broke off a side. Italy wondered why it was even framed; the canvas the wood surrounded was blank.
'It's like someone put it there for this reason…' Italy thought. He picked the piece of wood up off the ground and suddenly noticed a pretty cushioned chair in the center of the room. Japan was already by it, reading a small index card that was thumb tacked to it.
"Ve~ Japan, what does it say?" Italy asked the Asian country.
Japan beckoned Italy closer and showed him the card,
'This is Busby's chair, and I'm warning you now not to sit on it.
Unless you're Russia, in which case, feel free, I need this thing destroyed.
However, if by any chance you're England, just leave it alone. I'm sorry, but it needs to be destroyed. Seriously.
~Romania'
Italy and Japan exchanged a look and back several feet away from the chair. The two went over to Germany, who was hunched over a large fireplace.
"Hey Germany, what are you doing?" Japan asked. The German stood, gripping a poker in his hand.
"Careful, ze tip is hot." Germany warned pointing to the sharp and now hot tip of the poker. He turned to the others.
"Did you three find yourselves veapons yet?" Italy held up his frame piece in response. Japan leaned down, grabbed a loosened floorboard, and yanked. It broke off easily, and it still had a nail stuck in the top of it. Japan held it up,
"Now I do." Germany nodded.
"Prussia? How about you?" The German asked. From across the room came Prussia's voice,
"Hey guys, check out my awesome veapon!" Prussia said. He was wielding a candle holder the approximate shape and size of a trident. Three blood-red candles were perched on the end of the prongs of the holder. Germany sighed.
"Vatever. Now zat ve have our veapons, ve can go into ze hallway again. But ve really need to try and stay together." The other three nodded. "Right zen, let's get going."
The four exited the room and continued down the hallway in search of wolf blood. Germany was at the front, Italy and Japan in the middle, and Prussia at the back. Prussia hugged his candle holder close to himself, feeling a cold chill up his spine. Suddenly, he froze. A low growl came from behind him. He looked at the others. They showed no sign of hearing it. Slowly, the Prussian turned around. In the shadows was a pair of menacing dark purple lupine eyes. "U-Uh…..Guys?" Prussia turned around fully, only for a huge silver-gray wolf to leap out of the shadows catching Prussia by surprise. "AH!" The wolf bit into his leg, almost crushing the bone.
At the sound of the Prussian's scream, the other three turned around, watching the crimson blood spurt out of his leg. Out of panic, Prussia swung the candle holder at it, missing it by an inch. Luckily, it surprised the wolf, and it released Prussia's leg. It snarled at him, revealing thorn sharp teeth, covered in blood. The others were frozen to the spot. Prussia swung again, this time nailing it in the shoulder. The huge wolf yelped and snapped at the Prussian before turning tail and scampering off, it's ivory scarf's ends trailing behind it. The blow to the shoulder didn't affect it at all. Prussia's crimson eyes widened at the sight of the scarf.
"R-Russia?"
The other three were jolted into motion when Prussia's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed.
"Vat did he say? Did he say zat Russia vas zat zing?" Germany said in shock.
"I berieve so Germany… It did have his scarf on…"
"Ve~! Does that mean Russia was turned into a werewolf?" The other two turned and stared at the Italian, their faces white as chalk,
"I don't really know Italy." Germany murmured. He then turned to Japan, "Help me pick him up; ve need to try to fix his leg."
"Hai. Ret's take him back to the room."
~Romania's POV~
Romania chuckled softly as he watched Germany and Japan pick up an unconscious Prussia. He watched as Italy hurriedly picked up their weapons and ran after his friends, his usual smile replaced with a look of terror.
Romania tsked at the sight,
"Should have been a bit more alert Germany. Your brother's been infected." He laughed evilly. The fox in his lap sleepily lifted its head; Romania's laughter had roused it from its sleep. He picked the orange fox up and gently set it on the stone floor. The vampire leaned down and whispered in its ear,
"Go now, it's time for you to play your role in our little… game~" The vampire chuckled darkly. The fox gave an almost invisible nod and scampered off into the darkness. Romania returned his attention to the screens. His eyes wandered around a bit until they settled on a screen that displayed America, Canada, France, and England. They were looking around a room that Romania used to store his magical items. His ruby eyes focused on a particular Englishman.
"Well England, let us see if you can find your costume." Romania purred.
~F.A.C.E. Family POV~
"Hey Iggy! Check out all this cool stuff!" America yelled, picking up a red wand.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT! THAT'S ROMANIA'S WAND!" England yelled.
"Pfft, whatever." America said, dropping the wand. England shuddered, eyeing the room nervously.
"This bloody place is dripping with black magic…" He walked over to the discarded wand and gently placed it back on its shelf. "I now that Romania's part of the magic club, but I didn't know he practiced black magic. This stuff is really powerful…" England began to walk around the room, examining the magical items at a distance. Eventually, his eyes fell upon an amulet. It had a thick leather string tied onto a stone.
The stone…
England felt a twitch in his gut. The stone was so green it would put a grade A emerald to shame. Its center was a deep green and it seemed to be swirling. Black magic poured off it in waves. England's breath hitched and his eyes widened. He should get away from the amulet. He had to get away from it.
But…
He couldn't. He wanted it. He wanted the amulet.
England felt his hand move involuntarily from his side and towards the stone.
'No… Stop it…' England thought. He tried desperately to pull his hand away. But another thought snuck into his head,
'Why do you want to stop it? That amulet would make you more powerful than both Norway and Romania…' England's eye twitched. 'You would be the strong one…'
England's hand slowly closed around the amulet. Sparks flew out from inside his closed fist.
'The strong one… I like it…' England raised the amulet above his head, about to put it around his neck. For a moment, he paused. He shut his eyes tightly.
"What am I doing…?" England mumbled.
'THE STRONG ONE.'
A grim smile spread across his face. "I am the strong one."
He placed the amulet around his neck.
What happened next was probably best described as an explosion. As soon as England took his hands off the amulet, black magic shot from the green stone like black lightning. The black magic wrapped him within a cocoon, flooding his thin frame with power. America, Canada, and France whipped around just in time to see the shell of black magic be absorbed into England's body.
That's when the real fireworks started.
England shot up from the ground and began to float about a foot off the ground, arms spread out so that his overall shape was that of a cross. A howling wind began to fill the room, sending magical items flying around. His jacket began to grow until it fell past his feet; the sleeves spread so that his fingertips were barely visible. His already messy hair grew wild. His eyes fluttered shut and then snapped open, and new, evil intentions blazed inside of his irises. His eyes were now the exact shade of green as the amulet. America gasped as he saw England's eyes. They glimmered in a way that made them appear to be on fire. He looked again and saw that England's eyes were in fact on fire. The irises were rings of bright green fire that flickered and flashed. From America's right, he heard France scream,
"RUN!" The three ran off in different directions. Canada fled towards the door; America trailed behind his brother; and France sprinted behind England. England let out a bone-chilling laugh at their attempts to get away. He held his hands above his head and a pure black ball formed within his palms. He launched it at Canada and it missed by mere centimeters, scorching the wall behind him.
France panicked and started running blindly until he hit something solid. He stumbled backwards and looked at what he had hit. All the Frenchman could see was a pair of bright red eyes and suddenly there were two arms wrapped around him, restraining his movements. All he could feel before he blacked out was his captor's ice cold breath hitting his neck and two fangs sinking into his jugular.
~Axis group POV~
Germany and Japan carefully set the unconscious Prussian on the floor. Germany knelt down and began to tear up his sleeve to use as a bandage for Prussia's leg. Japan backed up and stood with Italy, not wanting to invade the German's personal space. Italy looked absolutely terrified. Japan allowed himself a look around the room. A flash of bright orange caught his attention. He looked and there was a small fox sitting next to the door, its tail swishing slowly back and forth. Japan blinked feeling oddly drawn to the brightly colored creature. The fox then stood up and proceeded to tap gracefully out of the room. Japan, already under the creatures spell, followed it quickly out of the room. Both Germany and Italy were too distracted to notice. Germany was just about to begin wrapping Prussia's injured leg when the bleeding suddenly stopped. Germany paused.
'It stopped bleeding? Just like that?' Germany thought.
And then the wound began to close. Germany started. Prussia's eyes flew open and his back arched, fists clenching. He forced himself to sit up, even though everything was blurry. His head was swimming and he felt really nauseous. Suddenly, his cheek felt like a thousand pins were pricking it. Prussia lifted his hand and felt his cheek. Rough, bristly fur was spreading across his face, starting on his cheek. Crimson blood spurted from his mouth and his face began to stretch. Prussia screeched. Germany yelled. Italy screamed, trembling violently. The two Axis members backed away in fear. Prussia's breathing became ragged and labored. The beautifully white fur spread further across his face and down his body. His ears grew long and twisted into wolf ears. His fingers cracked and shrunk, forming paws. Pads grew on the bottom of his paws. A small pained sound escaped the Prussian. A tail began to grow at the end of his spine. Prussia's body grew more muscular, his clothes tearing at the seams. His legs and arms changed shape. His face cracked and became more wolf-like. Prussia collapsed to the ground, facing away from Germany and Italy. Germany let out a quiet whisper,
"P-Prussia?" The wolf stirred and quietly stood, shaking the remains of the clothes from him. He slowly turned to face the other two through crimson lupine eyes. Italy screamed and sprinted out the room. Germany back away from the wolf. The wolf let out a low growl and began to walk steadily towards the German, teeth bared. The only piece of the old Prussia was his templar cross necklace that dangled from his neck.
"Prussia… Please try to listen… It's Germany, your little brother ja…? Surely you remember…?" The wolf seemed to hesitate and take a step back. Germany relaxed for a moment. Then a howl came from somewhere inside the castle. Germany froze and Prussia howled back. He then turned his head and snarled at Germany. Germany stepped back just as Prussia pounced.
"PRUSSIA!" Germany screamed.