Hey readers~ It's finally time to see what happened to Arthur & how the house went up in flames. Enjoy. R&R, the usual
Canada: Nony, is something wrong?
Why? You think something's wrong?
Canada: Well, you're not doing your usual banter...
Nah, I'm just tired & it's a hectic night
As much as I wish, Hetalia doesn't belong to me. Sorry to all my fans ^_^
Warning?: Sassy!Creature is sassy
Arthur watches as Lukas disappears down the corridor.
"That git's going to get himself killed at this rate," he mutters to himself, decending the stairs carefully. He sighs. "I hope Nicolae is okay."
He makes his way around the main floor in search of the possessed Romanian. So far, no luck.
Where is he? the Brit wonders.
He peers into every room he can find, but nothing.
"Nicolae?" he calls. "Nicolae, where are you?" Channeling his anger, he yells, "I will bloody kill you if you're really dead!"
He hears a little giggle. Spinning on his heel, he sees no one behind him.
"That's bloody wonderful," he mutters sarcastically to himself. He raises his voice. "Nicolae Illiescu! Where in this bloody house are you!"
Upon receiving no answer, he grumbles all the way down to the basement. He hears footsteps behind him.
"HeY, KiRkLaNd."
Arthur whirls around to see a familiar strawberry blonde.
"Nicola-"
"HoW mAnY tImEs Do I hAvE tO TeLL yOu ThAt YoUr FrIenD iS gOnE?" he questions.
"He's not," Arthur snarls. "He's fine but you won't be once I get you out of him."
"YoU'rE aFrAiD oF mE, aReN't YoU?"
"No!" Arthur snaps, despite his slight shaking. I'm terrified out of my bloody mind.
"YoU kNoW, iF iT wErE'nT fOr YoU, I'd StIlL bE tRaPpEd In ThAt HoRrIbLe PrIsOn."
"What do you mean?"
"ThOsE cArDs In YoUr PoCkEt." A crazed smile takes over his face. "I cAn'T sEeM tO sTaY aWaY! I lOvE tHeM!"
"My cards? You mean my tarot cards?"
"No, I mEaN yOuR pOkEr CaRdS. YeS I'm TaLkInG aBoUt YoUr TaRoT cArDs!"
"You know, you don't have to be so rude."
"ShUt Up."
Arthur's eyes narrow. "What do you want?"
"ReLeAsE tHe ReSt Of My CoMrAdEs."
"Who?"
"EvErYoNe WhO's StIlL iN tHe CaRdS. LeT tHeM gO!"
"No." Arthur stands firm. Not like I know how to anyways.
"WhAt DiD yOu JuSt SaY?"
"I said 'no.' Final answer," the blonde Brit repeats.
Nicolae snarls, anger flashing in his eyes.
"Do not ARGUE WITH ME! I want those cards AND I WANT THEM NOW!"
"I'm not giving them to you! You'll have to pry them from my cold, dead, bloody hands."
"DoN't TeMpT mE."
Arthur feints, confusing Nicolae, giving him a chance to run.
"Why you LITTLE FREAK!" Nicolae chases after him.
Arthur races through the basement.
What should I do? I hate to admit it, but I could use one of Lukas's hairbrained schemes right about now.
He winds up in a random room where the only the only notable thing unfortunately winds up being a dead end.
Just my luck.
"YoU cAn'T eScApE fRoM mE," Nicolae taunts, entering the room and backing Arthur into a corner.
Arthur lashes out with a right hook, clocking his possessed friend in the face. Reeling backwards, Nicolae grabs Arthur by his shirt, pulling him down with him. The two teens land on the ground with a loud thump.
Arthur pulls his deck of tarot cards out of his pocket along with a matchbook.
"You want these so badly?" he yells, removing a match. "You can burn with them!"
He throws the deck onto the floor, sending up a cloud of dust. Dropping the match on the floor, the aged wood creates the perfect kindling, ingiting and engulfing the cards right away.
Nicolae cries out in agony, collapsing to the ground. A dark aura surrounds the convulsing teen as the flames burn away the curses, turning them into ash. Arthur hefts Nicolae onto his back.
We have to get out of here!
The blonde Briton carefully climbs up the stairs. Smoke obscures his vision. Coughing, he makes his way as close to the from hall as he can, before Nicolae's convulsions knock him to the floor, Nicolae rolling off his back.
Arthur peers up in time to witness the horrid Creature being purged from his friend's body. It's shaggy dark hair flares up. It's bloodshot eyes widen and a terrifying screeh escapes its mouth as it slowly disintergrates into nothing more than a pile of ash, leaving behind Nicolae's prone form on the burning floor.
The emerald eyed teen hurries to return the unconcious Romanian onto his back. He runs as fast as he can to reach the front door. Burning wood collapses around Arthur. His heart races.
We have to get out alive. A thought dawns on him. I hope Lukas is okay.
Much to his relief, Arthur discovers the front door open. He bursts out into the fresh night air. Once outside, his adrenaline dies down and the agonizing pain of his burns rips through his body. He staggeres down the front walk. He trips over someone. To his shock and horror, he realizes that he stumbled over an unconcious Lukas.
Arthur takes a deep breath and calls out a single word, before submits to the darkness.
"Help!"
Erik: Daaaaaang. That's cool.
R&R! Please! I asked nicely~