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Germany knew what he had to do. Without thinking, he slashed his sword at the two figures in the hole. But they were fast. The blond one jumped out of the hole and grapped a knife, but Prussia grabbedd her from behind. He was about to slash her throat open when the other tribute whacked him in the face with his sword. Germany blinked. England wasn't here...It was Leichtenstein and...was that Japan? Yes, it was. The pale, defined face, and the jet black hair. Germany's former war time ally. Too bad that hadn't extended into the arena.
Prussia let out a cry of pain, and Leichtenstein threw a knife at him. It was about to hit him, but the egocentric German deflected it with his sword. Germany lunged forward again, swiping his steel blade at Leichtenstein. She yelped and began scaling a tree. It was good that she was so small then. The small nation could practically fly up those trees. However, this also presented a danger as well. From her perched position, Leichtenstein could easily pick Germany or Prussia off wtih a well aimed throwing knife. Germany knew Liechtenstein wasn't up to much, yet he couldn't risk dying, not now. After all, he was one of the strongest, fiercest Hetalia tributes. Prussia was still engaged in a tenacious swoard fight with Japan, both of their blades slamming and colliding against one another. Good. Germany could carry out what he had to do now without any problems.
The large, muscular man drew his sword back and charged at the tree. Leichtenstein was almost done climbing. Swining his sword back, Germany brought the shapr end back, and slammed it with all of his might against the brown tree trunk, near the base. It sliced through the hard wood, to about the center. The tree gave a dangerous teeter, and Leichtenstein yelped, clutching on a branch for dear life. Teeth gritted, Germany pushed the sword through the tree, his entire figure shaking and sweating with the effort. Leichtenstein was a good egg, Germany probably wouldn't have killed her, but this was the Hunger Games. It had to be done. Germany flet a sharp, stabbing prick on his left shoulder, put continued pushing. At last, in a horrifyingly beautiful arc, the tree fell. Cascaded to the hard ground with a pronounced crack.
Several moments passed. Germany heard Leichtenstein's screams echo throughout the sky. He touched a hand to his injured shoulder, and pulled out a knife. Great. One of Leichtenstein's untensils had hit its mark. The German ripped off a chunk off his shirt and pressed it hard against the throbbing wound, to stop the bleeding. It would take some time to heal, so Germany would just have to live with it. But he could make the perpetraitor pay. Liechtenstein was slowly getting off the ground, looking shaken up. Germany charged, his sword ready to taste the sweet allure of saw him cming, and grabbed another knife. Before she had time to throw it, Germnay slammed his knees down onto her chest, trapping her on the ground. His sword was pressed to Leichtenstein's throat, beads of blood startin to appear. The little girl lost it, screaming and sobbing hysterically. Germany was about to slash her head clean off. When something large and heavy pushed him away. Germany quickly looked up, and stared straight into the cold, harsh eyes of Russia.
Hungary gave a sweet, simpering smile. "That's too bad, we could have been great allies," She said, looking at Britian, and still keeping a firm hold over the two nations. "Well, guess I'll have to kill you both now then!" She remarked casually, finding that she was anticipating the kill with sincere pleasure. Strange...Hungary hadn't been like that before entering the arena. Not at all...the only thing she wanted to do now was return hom to Austria. Austria. The dimpled face, and curled hair, along with an unbelievable talent for the piano. Hungary was convinced she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. What if he was watching this now?
"W...wait," Sealand sniffled. Hungary, about to slice open England's neck, looked at the pathetic boy. "I...I will be allies with you!" England growled, and pushed upwards, but Hungary still managed to keep him subdued.
"Sealand, don't be a wank-"
"Shut up! For once, England, let me talk! I'd like to be allies with you so that we'd actually stand a chance against Germany and Prussia. Alone, they'll pick us off easily like we're just flies on a wall."
"I see," Hungary began, "But if your big brother here is against it..." She never finished her sentance. At that moment, the ocean in front of them erupted like a volcanoe. A tidal wave, at least twenty feet tall, towered in frnt of the three nations. Hungary sprang up, but could barely run a few feet before something strong slammed into her. She tumbled to the ground, water washing over and ripping across her body. She was drowning...drowning. Austria would be alone if Hungary drowned. That wouldn't happen. Now or ever. She pushed herselft up, the water beggining to pull back. But she wasn't going with it. She pushed forth, thoughts of Austria flashing through her mind. Dates in the park. Listening to him play beautiful songs for her on his grand piano. Beating up Prussia. Growing desperate, Hungary clawed her way up a sand dune, some sand becoming displaced.
Hungary was aware of her body growing limp. When she reached her hands out, they sloped downward. Well...that meant she was at the apex of the sand dune. That's when her vision went completely black.
"Kolkolkolkol!" Russia yelled, punchng Germany in the face. "If anyone is to be killing that little twat, it shall be me, da?" He asked, a creepy, sadistic grin on his face. Germany quickly scrambled up, holding his sword out in front of him. However, Russia's spear was jabbed against his chest. A stalemate.
Russia grinned. "If you allow me to take this-" he pointed to Liechtenstein, who was attempting to crawl away, but Russia stomped her down, preventing her escape. "Then Belarus and I leave you, understand?" Belarus, who was flaring daggers at Leichtenstein, smiled, anticipating a long, slow, and painful death for the little girl. Prussia and Japan's fight was still, raging, though it was further away, the sounds growing dimmer and weaker.
Germany's blue eyes bore into Russia. "Very well." Slowly, the two nations lifted their weapons from one another, ready to strike at a moments notice. Russia backed off, and bent down, grabbing Leichtenstein's ankle and hoisting her up, slinging her across his back like she was a mere sack of flour. Germany wanted to kill Russia, but he could get the sadistic man some other time...then give him a slow and painful death.
Russia grinned in victory. Along with Belarus, they'd stumbled upon Leichtenstein, escaped Germany, and were now going to give that girl a long, slow, and extremely painful death.
"Please!" Leichtenstein wailed, still slung across Russia's back. "Leave me alone!" She punched Russia, but he barely felt a thing. What a weakling she was.
"Oh, but what would the fun in the be?" Russia cackled, slapping her across the face. "You are going to DIE!" Belarus scowled.
"Brother, at least let me have a few cuts too," Belarus begged, holding her knife. Russia shrugged in response.
"Perhaps. We'll see how long it takes her to...crack." One of Leichtenstein's arms tried to reach her knife, but Russia restrained her. "Don't even think about it." Belarus and Russia reached their camp. Belarus quickly grabbed a rope, and handed it to Russia. His large hands slammed Leichtenstein against a tree trunk, then he tied her to it so tight that she could barely breathe. A small fire crackled nearby, set by Belarus and Russia earlier. The large nation eyed it, grinning. He put his iron spear tip into the flames, letting it glow white hot. Then, he walked over to Leichtenstein. She was screaming for all she was worth, but nobody could hear her. And nobody would help her. Not even Switzerland. Russia grew gleeful at the thought of him watching his little sister hacked to death.
His spear tip glowing red from the heat, Russia plunged the iron weapon into Leichtenstein's cheek. Her long, anguished, and drawn out scream was the most satisfying thing Russia had ever heard or felt.