Egg Nation- First to Take Flight
England felt the once warm, wet blood of the director crust on his face from the moving air blasting against him, but he hardly took notice of this or the biting wind that stung his face as well. The nation did not register the senses flooding in: the smell of blood pungent in the air around him and its metallic taste prominent in his mouth, thunder rolling and the crackling of the lightening which also brought a bright light that absorbed the color of the world for the moment it existed. There was more that he could have been aware of such as the other battles raging around him, but he did not care. Only two matters concerned him right now, and they were in order: America's secured safety, which he warned France to keep with an intimidating scowl, and the rescuing of Ami. The sweet and innocent young girl only happened upon her current situation because of a devotion to Arthur and her sister. She was now trapped in, the admittedly poor yet effective enough grasp of the director. Kazuomi Hoshina, a man who claimed to be giving nations some kind of retribution, but in reality was only exploiting them for his own gain. And if that wasn't hypocritical enough, he had to practically wage war on a group of minors and hold one of them hostage. All of this was simply too much for Arthur (or any of them for that matter) to bear.
And as he flew toward her, Ami recognized the determination gleaming in his bright green eyes and promised herself to match those vibrant orbs in strength. With this new goal set; she thrashed her arms and legs more harshly, unbalancing the director's footing. After this development, England increased his speed dramatically. The nation's heart pounded loudly in his ears, blocking the few noises he perceived, and then something strange occurred while he was on his way to the girl. It seemed, at least to England anyway, that no matter how much force he pushed himself with, he barely moved. The world around him was still, and he was stuck in an instant. The only thing that remained consistent was his heartbeat, but even that fluctuated, becoming faster and faster until the point where each drum left a more agonizing throb than the last. But as soon as the time malfunction had started, it ended. In fact it made up for this slowing by speeding up the next couple of seconds, and Arthur dizzily found himself gliding into Ami's opened arms as she had squirmed out of her containment and flung herself through the liberating air. Then as he gladly entered the embrace with streams of joyful tears breeching from his eyes; a veil of light closed in around them, and England cursed to himself as he prepared to have that ungodly darkness descend.
But to his surprise, this light was inclined to contradict him and only grew in brightness until the blackness of his shut eyes became too dark to even glance at. And when he opened them his entire perspective had changed prior to the light. Now his height was stationary and was unable to bob in the air like a bouncing buoy. Despite there being a constant elevation; it wasn't an impressive one, and England could picture perfectly the smug grin Sealand would bear if the self-proclaimed nation saw that he was significantly shorter than him. In addition to that Arthur also noted the parasitic-like relationship of his new form, how Ami served only as a host for him to perceive the world. And when she looked down at herself both were surprised to realize the apparel the girl was dressed in, which consisted of a dark green uniform mostly hidden underneath the black cape draped over her figure and a pair of bulky brown boots poking out from underneath. She also placed one hand on top of her head; immediately learning of the messy style her hair had taken and no hands were necessary for one wiggle of her eyebrows informed the girl that they were those bushy ones she'd experienced before. At each discovery their shared astonishment increased tremendously, but there came a point when Ami lost her alarm to curiosity at the notice of the thick book tucked under her arm. Upon opening it her face contorted in a mixture of confusion and interest, but through her puzzled topaz eye England excitedly read the spells inscribed on the worn pages.
The two were now Character Transformation: England Dream!
France was still quaking with fear from the murderous glower England had shot at him earlier, and he didn't even hypothesize for a moment about putting his fellow nation's former charge in any kind of danger. But as Francis wistfully looked off; letting his gaze flitter to the perils faced by their new comrades, he bitterly retracted his glance. Amu appeared to be on the verge of tears; her mouth quivering as it fought against the wails Feliciano wanted to cry, and Lovino wanted even more to hear. Tadase was coping with the battle far better than his friend on the ground; as he held a straight face while weaving in and out of the sword's path, but his composure was lost when an empty click sounded after pulling the gun's trigger. Kumajiro aggressively swatted his paw at the X Eggs annoyingly buzzing around him and the sleeping Yaya, who were swarming around them like hungry bees to a flower. Kukai staggered back in a fearful awe; as he frantically scanned through the billowing cloud of X Eggs, looking for a weakness… for some hope. Utau's angelic wings depressingly and exhaustedly sagged while beads of sweat slid down her face, mixing with salty tears on her cheeks as she attempted to hide her wavering breaths. Rima didn't try to conceal her panting, gasping that ripped at her raw throat as her sore arms were leaded by the wok and ladle firmly gripped in those unrelenting hands. France gripped his heart as he felt an especially guilty pang throb after witnessing Nagihiko's eyes tremble under the influence of Canada. Even though they were caramel; he could still wade through those light brown pools and clearly see Matthew's overwhelmed violet ones, begging to return to a much simpler time. Francis balled his hands into a set of uncommonly seen fists that were soon released with the dawn of a serious look on his face as he spun around to give the spacey America a contemplative stare before the nation turned to Miki and asked in a grave tone, "Excusez-moi, mademoiselle. But could I charge you and your friends with the task of protecting petite Amérique? "
"Uh… sure, I guess but wait. Does that mean you're going somewhere, where are you- Hey!" Her response slowly waltzed in an unsure tone before jumping to an astonished octave when France flew off into the thick battlefield and was unexpectedly accompanied by Russia, who trailed behind him closely. Japan, after receiving a wordless order from the older French nation which consisted of a stern look, remained behind with the other Guardian Characters in order to guarantee America's safety. He allowed his katana to shed its sheath once more, raising it defensively as the nation took a position beside Alfred. The other characters followed his lead and formed a protective circle around the pair. Then a small figure garbed mostly in pink emerged from a distant battle, it was Ran beckoning him and his group over. Kiku silently pointed to her with his blade and an expression that relayed a confirmed victory eased across his features. The island nation clamped his hand onto the sleeve of Alfred's bomber jacket and tugged the unresponsive American along behind him. This task proved more difficult than he'd imagined it because of the other nation's heavy and muscular frame, that and the fact that America made no effort to ease his burden by following him. After heaving the hefty haul for a short time though, Japan had generated enough momentum in those first difficult moments to drag the uncooperative character with not much difficulty. But during the last leg of the journey; when Amu let a small smile grace her face after seeing America had been freed, Kiku found himself being jerked back by a deliberate pull from Alfred.
"T-they're calling me" Was all Alfred could manage to say in his hoarse, underused voice. The words trudged up the throat and off of his tongue, weary from their unfamiliar travel, but then more repetitive words reinforced the ones that'd gone before them. Each sentence gaining more fluidity and passion than the last until America was speaking or rather yelling in a clear voice, but it wasn't his own. There were hints of the American's original voice whispering behind the morphed one that dominated when those words were spoken again and again. As he was now screaming the phrase; America began drawing away from Amu and toward the assembly of X Eggs, towing a struggling Japan along with him. Amu lost her smile at the sudden turn of the situation and was unwillingly drawn back into her fight with Lovino, who stood above her with a menacing grin as he lifted the girl by the back of her collar. The ring of Guardian Characters drastically shrunk inward in an attempt to suffocate any escape efforts by the suddenly unruly American, but their actions proved useless as Alfred leisurely tossed each of them aside. Throughout the ordeal Japan let his tight grasp remain attached to the thick material of the bomber jacket, and once the other characters were thrown off America turned his attention to the reluctant parasite clinging onto him. He then began to flail his arm in order to shake Japan off, but no matter how hard he flapped Kiku's grip didn't loosen in the slightest.
"America, this isn't you! You'd never ally yourself with this evil company under your own freewill. You're… you're a hero!" Japan pled desperately in between the strokes of thrashing he endured. For a moment though his words seemed to have an effect on the American; since all movement from him had ceased, and a gleam flashed in his eyes which washed away the grime of the dull orbs to reveal his true, exuberant blue ones. But their fresh and crisp sky quality became congested once again with the dampening lifelessness, then America's face contorted into a forced expression of rage as he kicked Japan's katana out of his hand and proceeded to punch him across the face. Adorned with this new injury Kiku mentally scolded himself as he released Alfred, who took full advantage of his freedom to scuttle away toward the X Eggs congregating into a mass of themselves. America dashed past Utau and her group as they received their newest recruits of France and Russia, leaving the lot of them bewildered at first as to what was going on and later fearful of the awfully unpredictable algebra that would come of this new addition to their fight. France was especially afraid as he tore his wistful gaze from the timidly happy Canada shinning through Nagihiko, letting his nostalgic expression give way to one of panic as he hastily brought his hands together and prayed to live thorough the beating he would surely be getting from England. When Alfred arrived the eerie violet glow buffered itself between him and the outside world once again, but this time the ghostly light summoned the two halves of his egg from thin air. The pieces of the egg's shell seemed to have an unstoppable attraction between one another as the halves wasted no time in rushing to the other, merging into one whole around America.
Then the proud flag on the shinning surface of his egg, with its broad stripes and bright stars, was obscured by a dark fog and covered by a large white 'X'. This change received sinister laughter from all of the X Eggs that sounded highly pleased with it, but their laughing died down surprisingly fast for how joyful it sound and was soon replaced by another, more chilling noise. The X Eggs let off a dark glow similar to the one that'd surrounded Alfred yet more grand, and all of the eggs condensed themselves into on large X Egg. This is when their laughter had ceased because from the new egg the sound of a crack forming echoed, followed by more rifts crackling until the entire fragile exterior bore a network of complex webbing. Then the more massive sections of egg shell peeled themselves off first and dissolved as they made their descent to the roof, this course of action was imitated by their smaller companions until all of the shimmering remains dimmed out of existence. The shrill screech of a bird that reminded one of nails painfully dragging across a chalkboard sounded, making its presence known and feared. From the huge X Egg a mostly black eagle with fluctuations of midnight blue and some dark violets in its plume had hatched. The eagle stretched its frighteningly sharp, curled talons and unfurled the long billowing wings; which flicked off loose feathers that drifted down like night, suppressing any light in the space they inhabited. Then a set of glowing, red eyes scanned the terrain and caused anyone who fell into their gaze to shrink with fright. Finally the creature's sight settled itself on the encased America, and the bird raised its head, pleased by the discovery. Then the eagle let one of its spidery claws open up in order to reach out for the still egg.
'No! I'm not letting anyone take him in front of me ever again, do you hear me?' Canada shouted in his whisper-like voice as he forced Nagihiko to swat the creature's out-stretched foot with his hockey stick. The eagle lifted the abraded appendage up to confirm it had actually been hit and turned its illuminate eyes, which now pulsed with a cynical annoyance toward the nuisances: Nagihiko and Canada. The simplest rise of the predatory bird's brow made it evident that the creature had little patience for their antics and hardly acknowledged them as a serious threat. Instead, it leisurely propelled itself high into the air with a few careless flaps of its enormous wings and all of a sudden because deathly serious in its actions. In a blink of an eye what was drawn out in lazy motions because precise movements calculated to the smallest detail. The monotonous beating of the feathered planes was angular and geometric in execution. The jarringly rapid and massive change in the enemy's demeanor left Nagihiko not only baffled but defenseless as the shock brought about the release of his hockey stick and unwittingly rooting himself more fiercely to the ground instead of making any attempts to dodge. Leaning back and shifting its weight in order to push the opened talons forward, the eagle descended with apparent intention of sinking its itching claws into the frozen boy.
It let out another painful to the ears screech that was meant to resemble a sort of battle cry, but its call was deafened by the husky growl roared by Kumajiro; who had abandoned his post beside the now arousing Yaya and leapt into the side of the bird in midflight, clamping his jaws into the animal's flesh. He pulled the eagle down, though it was reluctant and protested greatly with copious amounts of useless flapping, and threw it away from his owner. After a rushed glance to see that the foul thing had landed and limply pushed itself up only to succumb to the force of gravity, Kumajiro tentatively lowered his head and gently nudged his owner. Nagihiko immediately shuddered as the polar bear's cool, wet nose lovingly poked him, but Canada welcomed the modest display of affection with a nervous yet cheerful laugh. A collective sigh was released from the rest of the group at the confirmation of their comrades' safety, but this momentary ease only lasted for a brief second and was replaced by more fear as Yaya's weary eyes quivered with crystal tears balancing on their slits and a terrified scream hastily left her lips. The eagle had managed to will itself into standing despite the obvious pain that was translated through the ugly expressions warping its face, and the bird craned its long neck before swooping down with its beak leading the charge toward the girl. Then as quick as the creature had become a black, depthless void of blur jolting to swipe Yaya a slightly irritated and unamused voice chimed in, "I wouldn't be messing around with one of my subordinates if I were you."
The eagle retracted its head and beak in a mixture of fear and bewilderment as the patience driven voice brought forth a blinding light, whose white brightness challenged the darkness that glinted in the creature's feathers. The bird sloppily retreated, leaving no time to compose its agonizing scampering. However it was followed by what appeared to be an entirely different girl from the one it'd attempted to pick up in a crushing snatch. She wore a scarily content smile that one knew was smoothly applied onto her face even though the blatantly too large pink scarf tried very hard to conceal its presence. Her hair was out of the signature pig tails, and it fell into the pale pink material which hid its true length in a cradling hold. Her gloved fingertips barely poked out beyond the long selves of the wintery, tan coat that covered the majority of her small body. A faucet pipe had her dainty fingers laced around the lead cylinder, holding it in an astonishingly stiff grip with a single drop of water desperately hanging onto the edge. The coat parted high along her side to reveal the also too large and therefore baggy pants stuffed into the boots that extended up to the girl's knees. But the most unsettling attributes were definitely the visible vibes that protruded from Yaya and the threatening chant, 'KolKolKol', that she muttered.
Character Transformation: Dear Russia!
"Well…uh- shall we join them mon ami?" France asked Kukai in a shaky brave voice as he tried to contain the horror within him spawned by the newest Character transformation, to which he only received a trembling nod that may have been Kukai just quaking out of fear as well. But whether his agreement was intentional or not, he and Francis were enveloped in the same empowering light as their comrades had experienced before. However, this new combination was far more pleasant than the one previous. The light broke in a wave of rose petals plucking themselves away and twirling as they presented the boy within their center. He was garbed in a bright (kind of showy) blue cloak and red pants with a slender sheath hanging on his hip. From this house Kukai elegantly drew a rapier, embellishing the removal with a few expertly stroked swings. After the frivolous display; Kukai turned his agile blade toward the retreating bird, who'd by then perched itself on the railing of the building.
Character Transformation: Sky France!
'Magnifique, I feel like I could even outdo Monsieur de Bergerac!' France cheered with an enthusiasm he shared with Kukai. Though this positive attitude only served to irritate the eagle even further, as the creature glared daggers that could've possibly stabbed lesser men. Then a faint glimmer was caught in the corner of Kukai's eye; a flood of bubbling dark energy gurgled around the wound on the eagle's side, and he soon noticed that the longer the energy surrounded its afflicted area, the more relaxed its posture became unit the bird stood as though it'd never been hurt in the first place. This self-applied first aid did not slip past any of the other's attention either, and before anyone could let out any form of a curse their opponent had already begun to enter the sky again. By then the England possessed Ami had run over, deciding to save his revenge against the director for later, since France had quickly failed with America's protection. The girl frantically flipped through the numerous pages of the spell book as she eyed the circling eagle and suddenly stopped on an especially tattered page when the bird decided to perform an aerial dive with clear intention of flying toward America. Then the normally sweet Ami shouted in a commanding and almost mystic voice, "Element summon: Fire!"
At first all that resulted of her words was the fait glow of the shouted text and the appearance of a tiny candle flame, but this miniscule flicker fanned itself into a ball of fire greedily licking at the oxygen-rich air that surrounded it. Ami extended an arm out with her palm flat facing the ever growing sphere, this simple action drove the inferno away from her and into the distracted eagle's wing. The flames mercilessly ate at the feathers, which its dancing reflection jumped on their sleek surface, and everything underneath. With this interference in the eagle's flight; it soon plummeted to the ground, where the creature met the approaching footsteps of Yaya and Ami. Mania took over those once calm, skeptical red eyes as the two girls came into view, and the eagle thrust its head up as it let out another screech. However with the sounding of this call a negative force supported each shrill note, pushing Yaya and Ami off of the ground and back into Utau and Rima. Not only did the sonic wave push the two, but it left a head-splitting echo ringing in all of their ears that was very painful. As those four unscrambled themselves the eagle smothered any lingering flames and went straight to work healing itself, but when the bird lifted its head to check the progress of the wing's revival a fast jab of Kukai's rapier pierced its neck. The blade was swiftly retrieved, and Kukai leapt away with a confident (almost smug) grin on his extremely beautiful face despite the pounding in his skull. In retaliation the eagle unlatched its beak once again, only to see a sudden flash of his sword and receive another gash in its throat. Weariness had now entered the furious burning eyes of the eagle as its gaze sifted between Kukai and Alfred. Then far from the sidelines the director angrily demanded "Ikuto, make sure that either you or that bird obtain America!"
A shadowed figured slipped out of the shade and agilely sprinted toward his target, lightly pouncing around Utau and the others who'd fallen as they staggered back up. Kukai turned at the reminding of America and flicked the fresh blood off of his blade before sliding it into the sheath. He started to race away but was halted by an abrupt tug on his cloak, which the eagle had firmly grasped within its hard beak. Finally Nagihiko had regain control of his limbs after a very forceful nudge by Kumajiro and ran as fast as he possibly could to Canada's brother, picking up his dropped weapon along the way. The two were practically in perfect sync; each foot falling and rising in the same measure, but there were drastic differences between the two as well. Nagihiko had a desperation driven by Matthew's love for his brother brimming in his eyes; but in Ikuto's it was a struggle for survival, to survive all this insanity and attain his dream. During the last strides of their race Ikuto harnessed every ounce of his feline capabilities and launched himself in one final leap. And Nagihiko's foot fell especially hard on that last step as he witnessed Ikuto capture America's egg. Canada had seen Ikuto take his brother away for the second time, even after swearing he would never let it happen again. But what made it worse was the light that felt obligated to make this situation more terrible came in to engulfed Ikuto and America. When the cruel brightness departed all that remained was Ikuto in a khaki Confederate uniform with a large white X across the front of it and a bayonet rifle in hand.
Character Transformation: Black Confederate!
A/N: Remember when I thought two weeks was a long delay, how about two months? And as far as my cry for help on what to do, that was meant for stuff after I finished Egg Nation. I'm glad you all were willing to share your ideas, but I've already got this story planned out so I don't know if I can squeeze anyone's idea in; except for TwilightKat777's because I was already planning on doing Russia with Yaya and leaning toward America with Ikuto, but I wanted to evolve the X Eggs so now Black Confederate has a nifty bird to ride on. Wee~! (Great minds think alike) And as far as what I am doing after this, I've got that taken care of too. If you haven't noticed, I've already started my next major project. It's my submition for TheWonderBunny's Disney Mania Challenge! Check it out, review it, love it...(Well you don't have to do ALL three)
Monsieur de Bergerac: This is refering to the fictional character Cyrano de Bergerac, created by Edmond Rostand. Cyrano is a remarkable duelist and poet, with such notable feats as single handedly defeating one hundred men and killing a man while making up a ballade on the spot about the duel he's having with said man. Cyrano is Prussia awesome! And I will forever love anyone who got the reference.
"And at the Coda's end- I hit!" -MagnifiedSun
...I wish! Cyrano said that. All I can say is... Peace~! -MagnifiedSun