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Belgium plunged right into the cool aquamarine water, quite a good distance from where she'd glimpsed England and his allies. She feverishly looked to all sides. He wasn't pursuing her. Phew. Hardly daring to breathe, her shoulders slumped in relief. But still...what about those heinous lizards. Who'd been chasing her earlier? Nope, no sign of them. Well, today was just the evasive nation's lucky day, it seemed. There wasn't any place nearby for the things to be hiding. Still clutching her dart gun, Belgium squinted at where England was. The mutts had found him. Jackpot.
The Brit and his two allies were little more than tiny specks, but she could see them fighting off the mutants. If only of of those things would take care of an opponent...It only took several more minutes for her wish to come true. After watching the distant battle, Belgium heard a canon shot. No doubt one of those three. Oh,she thought to herself, let it be England, just please let it be England.
Too bad it wasn't him.
And...that's when Belgium saw the dozens of large grey sharks swimming in ominous ellipses around her.
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Japan growled in pain as the smashing bite of cold steel dug painfully into his rib cage, the result of Hungary's ax. He wanted to scream out in pain, but didn't. A Japanese warrior never gave up. They fought to the death.
Besides, he had endured worse. The horrible bombs America dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki left his entire backside looking like a badly charred hamburger that someone like America would probably still be dense enough to eat, anyway. In front of him, Hungary screeched as the katana slashed across her entire side, scarlet blood soaking her shirt. She drew back her ax for another blow, and Japan heeled his sword at the same time. As she went in again, he quickly whacked the heavy blow aside, avoiding another painful hit. The Asian stumbled backward, but visibly slower. His side was damaged, and possibly several of his ribs were broken. He swallowed hard, bent down low, and slashed at Hungary's ankles, earning himself another clean hit. The Hungarian women cried out in pain and shock once more, yet this time struck back again.
The heavy, hard, and cold hearted metal ax blade dug right into Japan's skull.
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"Hey Germany," England began, "Where's your little friend Italy? Shouldn't he be here, wailing his head off and waving a bunch of white flags?"
"Go to hell!" To verify his point, Germany lunged forward, striking his blade against England, smashing it into his stomach. Another line of blood appeared, and the Brit grunted, stepping back then jabbing his spear forth, which Germany whacked aside, then went back on the offensive. The cycle continued, spear against sword, sword against spear. Both nations were worn out, ragged, and panting, multiple lacerations on their pale skin. Not realizing what they were doing, the duo had encroached deeper into the salty water, nearly up to their wastes. They were so absorbed in fighting, that the two naturally could not see the on coming dangers...a frantically fleeing nation, and hordes of rabid sharks.
Belgium barreled straight in between Germany and England, like in the first world war. Something she still needed the chance to get back at Germany for. He'd burned her cities, causing her unbearable pain, then slaughtered her innocent people as their screams ripped her apart. All in all, Germany was not a fun person. Yet the sharks were perhaps a more pressing matter. The small nation had been able to wave off several attackers with her long, metal blowgun. Still, the animals wouldn't give up. Belgium had sustained multiple bite wounds, which bled and stung in the blue water.
Germany and England each yelped in shock and surprise, tumbling backward as the speedy girl charged through them. As the cold water made him shiver, Germany realized something else was biting on him. Sharks. A few of the long, grey creatures bit into the German's leg, pain stabbing through him. He cried out, then swing his sword down into the water, finding a target at once, but still there were plenty others. It was practically useless. Swinging his sword about and finding a target every here and there, he sprinted toward the shore, tattered clothes and blood following behind him. England was at about the same level, poking his deadly spear into the sharks around him and clawing for the nurturing safety of land.
Further away, Belgium had managed to jump back onto the sandy shore as well, panting heavily as a stitch blazed in her side. Twenty feet to her left, Germany and England has managed to clamber onto land, and were glaring heatedly at one another, their chests rising and falling in heavy heaves. She could really only hope one finished the other off, or better yet, they stuck each other. But when did anyone here ever have good luck?
The two European nations circled each other like hungry wolves, ready to finish the other once and for all. They waited, and as the seconds flew by, Germany raised his sword up in a wide arc, the hard steel flashing, and swung it down with all the strength his muscular body possessed.
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For Japan, headaches usually weren't too bad. He often got him when his boss yelled at him, or when America wouldn't stop calling him, but he'd always been able to just take an aspirin and rest for a bit, and all was well. Well, not now.
The blinding hurt in his skull pained so badly he could barely see anything, only blobbing white blurs around him. One of the blurs above him had to be Hungary, who'd he'd been fighting, and then...that horrible ax had dug hard into his skull. The headache continued, and the Asian moaned in misery and pain. He lay flat on the sandy beach, feeling the tiny grains on his skin. Somewhere, he vaguely heard the sounds of soothing crashing waves, terrified screams, and heavy panting. Hungary kicked Japan's side, causing him to moan some more. On his head, another spell of unbearable pain ensued as the ax was yanked out of his skull, blood flowing freely out of his head and onto the ground.
"Please," Japan sighed, tears coming out of his round, black eyes. "Let it stop...let it be over." The faces of his dead allies drifted across his face. China and Taiwan...then Liechtenstein. No doubt, he'd soon be with them. Slowly, the world began melting around him, all sounds dimmed, and everything began fading out of focus even more. Instead of resisting, Japan embraced the peace, his rising sun now sinking deep into the depths of the other world. A canon fired.
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England thrusted the sharp end of his spear forward, managing to send Germany's sword skidding backward. Turning on his heel, the Brit sprinted with all his might toward Hungary, who was towering over Japan, whose black haired head had just been split open, blood and bits of brain spilling out of it. He grabbed her wrist and continued to sprint with all his might. England's lungs blazed, and sweat poured down in little waterfalls all over his body. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Germany quickly bending over Japan. Good.
Still, Hungary was injured, as her ankles had been slashed, but the two didn't stop running with all their might. Withing minutes, they'd cleared the hill and ran past the Cornucopia, which currently held next to nothing, only some dead lizards. Not stopping for a moment, the two allies plunged into the forest, to a place England vaguely remembered from a couple weeks or so ago. In fact, he'd been running just like this as Prussia and Germany had chucked knives at him, before finding a place. He nearly vomited from exhaustion and relief when he found the spot. Dirt, sweat, blood, and tears stained his clothing and Hungary's. Everyone here was filthy, but there was nothing to be done about it.
"H-here," He rasped, kicking some leaves aside and pulling the ripped and tattered blanket away. "A good spot," Not complaining, Hungary lowered herself down into the hole, and England followed suit, pulling the leaves and blanket back over them. Inside, Hungary packed some dirt and moss over her wounds, as the Brit did the same. They merely leaned against the wall and watched the daily report in the sky. First there was Sealand's face, then Japan's. So that meant the playing field had leveled down to only six left. Not very many...
"Attention all remaining tributes," A voice boomed across the entire arena. England jumped up. It was Claudius Templesmith, he hadn't heard that voice since the first day..."As you are all aware, there is a severe shortage of all supplies in the arena. For this reason, there will be a feast tommorow at noon at the Cornucopia...this may be your last chance." With that, the announcement ended.
After all, feasts meant blood.