Guten tag! First of all, I'd like to thank all of you reviewers, followers, favoriters, and new readers! You're simply amazing! Now on the last chapter, Steve confronted his greatest fear by the hand of Prussia. Zombies... Now in this chapter, who'll be the unlucky person to get pranked next? *Hint*- Person is EXTREMELY gullible.
Heavy thuds echoed throughout the long, empty corridor. A tall shadow with broad shoulders and long hair drifted by in the the wall, following its owner like an obidient dog.
Thor was merrily whistling a tune his friend Clint had teached him as he strode down the hall. A few moments ago, he had seen Steve walk nervously by with a troubled look etched into his face. Like a good friend and comrade, the demigod had asked what was wrong but the only reply he got was something along the lines of 'zombies' and 'demonic little girls' and incoherent babble.
The god of thunder had just shrugged and continued on in his merry way. He rounded a corner and broke out into a trot when he saw his chamber's door just up ahead.
Suddenly, he heard what sounded like his brother's voice cry out as clear as day,"Help me Thor!"
The demigod stopped at once and immediately whirled around, looking left and right for the source. Shock, relief, fear and anger coursed through his veins like water on a river: thick and fast.
He heard the scream again and followed them out of the hall. And unbeknownst to him, his running shadow morphed into that of a certain jester with wavy hair tied back in a ribbon.
The shadow smiled and stopped, leaving the demigod running without it by his side. Stepping out of the wall, France grinned humorously and screamed out in the god of mischief's voice,"Thor! Help!"
He merged into the wall once more and he darted faster than a bullet through it. He caught up with the god of thunder in less than two seconds and he changed back to Thor's original shadow.
From behind a semi-closed door that was just down the hall, England screeched in the same voice France had, "THOR!"
He closed the door silently just as the blond barreled by like a rhino chasing an intrusive human.
The other two jesters, Prussia and Spain, were waiting for Thor to round the corner. When he did, Spain grinned crookedly and snapped his fingers. An exact replica of the god of mischief appeared, but instead of looking proud and arrogant, this one looked terrified and pitiful. With another snap, 'Loki' took off with Thor hot on his heels.
The two nations giggled when Thor roared for Loki to wait. They disappeared into thin air when both gods were out of sight.
Thor followed 'Loki' deeper into the rarely used part of the mansion, not knowing of the dangers that laid ahead.
The blond god wasn't thinking straight either. He kept wondering why was Loki running away from him if he had cried for his help. And most importantly, from what was Loki running from.
Suddenly, 'Loki' made a sharp right turn and darted into a dark room, leaving the door wide open. Thor was quick to follow.
However, when he entered, he couldn't see a thing. He was about to call out for Loki when the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
The god of thunder whipped around before hissing when the lights bursted on. Blinking rapidly and trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness, Thor looked around and noticed he was in an old, empty ball room.
Two golden chandeliers with diamonds hung from opposite ends of the ceiling, illuminating everything in a yellowish white hue. Four giant windows were located in the farthest wall of the room, each having its own dusty red curtains drapped over it. The floor had a checkered pattern that resembled parts of the outfits the jesters wore, too.
Jesters...
Something clicked in Thor's head. He was about to call out for Stark's AI, JARVIS, when the chandeliers' chain that was behind him suddenly snapped and the whole thing dropped. It crashed on the ground and the glass shards scattered around. Half of the room plunged into total darkness.
Thor wearily stared at the dark. He gripped Mjolnir and raised it in a defensive stance, ready for any type of attack. He didn't notice, though, that his shadow had left him long ago.
Out of no where, a knife flew through the air and impaled itself in the hammer. Mjolnir cracked viciously with lightning and sparks, but other than that, it didn't move. Thor, on the other hand, was shocked as to how a flimsy little knife had managed to impale itself in his weapon. Wicked giggling made him look up.
'Loki' slowly walked out of the dark side of the room, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. This time, he looked as how he had when the Chitauri army had destroyed half of Manhattan.
Standing atop the other chandelier, Heart giggled mutely and he sneered in Loki's voice just as the replica opened its mouth,"Long time no see, brother."
"LOKI! Why in the name of father did you flee from me?"
The replica raised a brow and Heart replied,"I did no such thing. I have been in this room the whole time."
"Do NOT jest with me, Loki!"
"I do not jest, brother."
Roaring in blind rage, Thor dashed towards 'Loki' with his hammer raised and poised for an attack.
But with the wave of Heart's hand, the replica bursted into a column of flames.
The demigod's eyes widened and he felt something inside him shatter. When he tried to help his unmoving and burning brother, black tendrils stretched from the ceiling and wrapped around his arms. Mjolnir slipped from his limp hand and fell to the floor, cracking the checkered tiles. The tendrils hauled the struggling and screaming Thor off the ground and suspended him in mid-air.
Heart watched with sadistic blue eyes as the replica let loose a blood-curdling scream and sink to its knees. The raging fire licked at the false body, sizzling the skin and burning it to ashes. In the span of two minutes that were filled with pained screeches from 'Loki' and the hysterical pleading yells of Thor, the replica was nothing more than a pile of ashes on the black and white tiles.
Heart's eyes wandered over to the now silent and limp god of thunder, watching how his shoulders shook in dry sobs. He smirked in a rather dark manner and snapped his fingers. The black tendrils that held Thor released the demigod and retracted up towards the shadows.
Thor slumped on the ground, too weak to move or even notice Heart hop down and land silently with soft thuds.
The jester padded over and looked at the unmoving blond one more time. He tsked.
'I think I went a bit too far.' He mused. He decided he would show a little mercy to the other blond and kneeled down next to him.
Heart placed two fingers on the god of thunder's neck and the latter instantly blacked out.
Standing up and snapping the ashes out of existence, the jester giggled silently before it turned into a roaring laugh. Three other figures poofed into the ball room. They, too, were laughing.
Prussia walked over to France ,wrapped an arm around him, and patted his shoulder in congratulations. "Mein freund, that was GOLD!" Complimented the albino.
Spain eagerly nodded his agreement."Did you see his face? It was all like 'NOOOOO!'" He giggled like a little kid.
England grinned and asked,"How did you know that his brother was his major weakness?"
"A true jester never reveals his secrets," replied the Frenchman with a wink.
However, the sadistically happy mood was broken when they all heard rapid footsteps approaching the ball room. They all dispersed into the shadows just as the door was slammed open.
Standing in the doorway, Clint and Tony gaped in horror at the scene in front of them. The duo tentatively stepped into the room, observing the broken glass and cracked floor before their eyes landed on the sight that was Thor on the floor. Tony immediately called JARVIS.
"Yes sir?"
"Call Bruce and Steve ASAP!"
"Certainly sir."
Clint rushed forward and checked for a pulse on the demigod's neck. "He's alive, just knocked out." Tony was about to reply when Clint suddenly went rigid and drew his gun. The archer cocked the weapon and aimed it at the shadows of the room. "Who's there?" He called.
No answer...
"Hey bird brain, calm down. There's nothing there," said Tony. "Now help me out here with Goldilocks."
Clint did lower his gun, but not before glaring one last time at the shadows.
When both humans were turned and trying to pick up Thor, the nation jesters took advantage and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
~~~~~Club's Room~~~~~
A cloud of black mist appeared on the ground, separating into four different sections. Each section swirled from the floor up before it took a humanoid shape. When the shapes were distinctive enough, the mist evaporated. The four nations sighed in unison as they plopped on the carpet.
"Phew, that was close," muttered Prussia as he fell back on the carpet and stretched.
England nodded,"But we did get the job done, which was the important part."
They all giggled somewhat darkly at the new memory. Spain stopped his giggles for a few moments to utter,"Three down, three to go."
The other jesters just giggled louder.
P.S.: I am soooo sorry for not updating! :( And I hope I wasn't too sadistic in this chapter. I made the mistake of watching Angels & Demons while typing this and when the part of the third cardinal, 'Fire', came out, I just had to write it down. So sorry if that grossed you out but you have to remember, their sadistic. And this person was supposed to be someone else but a friend wanted Thor so here it is. Again, I'm soooo sorry for not updating! *wails*