A/n: In the middle of some speech (when some of the characters are remembering quotes and shizz) I've added the names next to the quotes so it'll be easier to remember who's talking cause it's been a while on some. ^.^
*I compiled a list of events/facts that has happened so far in the story and that, in case you missed, well, here it is! ^ v ^
- Sweden has the guts to tell he loves Finland. Finland finally realizes his feelings for Sweden. Sweden will not hear of any of the bad things or treatment given to Russia; he feels compelled to help and befriend the boy because of his abandonment and feels the need to guide him and show him that the world isn't as cruel as he thinks it is.
- Russia likes (well obsesses pretty much for) Sweden. He began messing with science and inventing of the sort thanks to America who really just wanted somethign to work with Russia. He's gotten control of: Belarus, Ukraine, Norway, Italy, Japan, America, Finland, Austria. He is holding Denmark, Iceland, Puffin, and now Prussia and Sweden hostage.
- Belarus is jealous of Sweden. America is torn about Russia. England (and pretty much everyone else) knew America had a thing for Russia. Russia has never let Ukraine live down his abandonment. Russia hasn't 'done it' with Sweden all the way (he gave out before they could finish).
- Russia raped Germany, China, Lithuania and Prussia. (In order)
- It is established that the countries have normal lives (when they hang out and stuff) hence Russia being a doctor/surgeon and inventor, America having a normal job, driving their own cars, etc.
- France, England were tipped off by someone about Russia. They have come to help.
- Russia explained to them that once the clock ticks to zero after five hours, the countries that have been under his control will die (it is not clear how yet or whether it is a bluff).
- Injuries (to this point): Sve still has a broken right wrist that is slowly recovering (on purpose actually). Austria has a broken left leg and a large scar running down his chest now along with some cuts at his arms. America has been shot but recovered fast (due to nations having quick healing and Russia's administered vaccines). Germany received a hit in the head.
- Pairings so far established: SveFin, SveRu, AmeJap, AmeRus, GerIta, SpaRoma, PruAus, FrUk. (Past parings): GeRus, RusChina, RusLit, AusHun
Sorry for any mistakes! Just one more chapter; enjoy!
"Such a kidder you are Russia. You really don't expect us to believe that right?" laughed England as Russia smiled.
"This is no joke," smiled the tall nation a she put a hand on America's shoulder, "they will blow up. My tiny remote carries the timer and everything. "
"You do realize whatever you're trying to do is crazy and you're going to be in awful lot of trouble right?" asked the spiky haired blond raising a brow.
"Of course. Which is why I plan to never be caught."
Russia swift fully pulled out a large pipe from behind his coat. America pulled the umbrella down and closed it. Meanwhile inside the helicopter Belarus had finished administrating Prussia with Sweden's sleeping gas as Norway slipped the key inside the engine, waiting for Russia's signal to turn it on.
"Finish this quickly America. I want to get home as soon as possible before this storm worsens."
"Yes sir," he muttered.
"Oui, why isn't America crying? He's usually a crybaby when it comes to bruises and that (points at the bleeding nation) looks much more painful than a little bruise."
"He got shot by Finland. Any more chit chat?" asked Russia impatiently. England only bit at his lip.
"You monster."
"Good. Let us begin."
America bolted across the slippery roof, the idea of falling not startling him one bit as he raised the metal umbrella and was countered by England's sword.
"Agh!"
France sighed as he turned to Russia. The platinum-haired man just stared back with a smile.
"You want me to go first? Eh, fine. I must tell you I'm no good at running," he mumbled as he then began to dash towards the helicopter, "which is why I'm going to avoid you!"
Russia ran behind France as he let the arm holding the pipe besides him fly in the air. France turned back to see Russia glaring at him with vicious eyes. He shuddered as he then grabbed at the copter's door handle. As he pulled it open he was met with Belarus leering down at him.
"Oui not a bad look for you," smiled France as he checked the girl out. He then reached inside his coat and took out a small smoke bomb and proceeded to toss it inside. As he smirked in success, he felt a hand jerk him behind. He looked to see it was Russia now raising his pipe.
"AGH!" the Frenchman screamed as he rolled out the way. He tried steadying himself as he got up from the wet floor.
"My hair! My beautiful hair is ruined!" he whined as he grabbed at his locks. Russia lifted his pipe and swung it again, this time France only bending backward and sideways, effortlessly dodging each swing.
"Those dance lessons must be paying off," he smirked as Russia growled in frustration, "or maybe it's the sex. What do you think Inglaterre?" the blond asked as he turned to the spiky Englishman.
England's blade clashed with the surprisingly thick metal of the umbrella. The blank state America was in was beginning to worry him so.
"Don't talk to me about sex you frog! I'm busy here!" he hissed.
"You didn't complain about it last night."
"SHUT UP!" the Brit screamed as his face reddened. America pulled the umbrella away and began to pat at his injury. For five seconds England became distracted at having a closer look at America's bloodied shirt when the handle of the umbrella connected with his cheek. He gave a grunt as he dropped ungracefully to the ground.
France jumped from behind Russia and landed with a handstand on the man's shoulders.
"Stop fooling around!" yelled England as he rubbed at his throbbing cheek now turning purple.
"But I'm worried about you! Maybe we should switch!" yelled the Frenchman as he jumped off Russia, pulling at the man's coat over his face.
"I said no Fran-!"
"LEADER!" screamed America. England's eyes widened at the hint of distress as America ignored his opportunity to finish of the spiky blond and ran towards France and Russia. France's eyes widened as well as he got in a defensive stance, only to be passed up. The American tossed the coat's tails back to how they should be as Russia lifted a spare hand and smacked the blond across the face.
England's mouth opened in complete disbelief as America landed with a grunt on his bottom. The man gave a swallowed cry as Russia shook his hand of the America's wet face.
"I didn't give you an order to help me, now did I? You have disobeyed me. You know I hate being disobeyed," muttered Russia in a low voice.
"I-I….," the blond looked down at the wet floor in front of him and at the Russian's boots in disgrace, "I'm sorry."
Russia smacked the American's arm with his pipe. The blond let out a bloodcurdling scream as he fell on his other side in a fetus position, clutching at his arms in pain.
"RUSSIA!" screamed England angrily.
"Apologies are useless," the man muttered. He then looked up at France.
"Switch partners you say? I'm not so sure about that. You seem to be taking me too lightly. Must I display to you something that will make you take me seriously?"
The Russian then clutched at America's jacket and lifted him up. The blond gave a small cry as he trembled.
"Come at me again," he whispered as he began to cut off America's breathing, "I dare you."
At that instant France took out another smoke bomb. It would knock him and England out, but if what England said was true, the knock out gas would spread quickly enough for everyone in a ten meter radius to be affected by it in a matter of seconds. He gave a small glance to England still on the ground and gave a smirk at the terrified nation.
Well, here goes nothing.
The man took the black pin out of the device and tossed it in front of himself. He then looked up at Russia.
"Don't threaten me little crybaby," mumbled France with a straight face, "I'm not afraid of you."
"Heh," muttered Russia. Suddenly a loud clack sounded. France turned to see Norway stepping out of the helicopter with a mask over his face. His eyes widened.
"I wouldn't say the same for him," the man muttered glancing at England. He dropped America to the ground; the man lied still, no noise or movement.
"AMERICA!" screamed England. The smoke began to fill the air rapidly. France struggled to stand as he covered his mouth. He glanced up to see Russia unaffected by it.
"America! America! !" screamed the Brit as he began to crawl towards them. France bucked on to his knees and the floor. Russia began to giggle.
Oh God. Did he…?
"England! ENGLAND!" began to yell France as he motioned his arms, "stay away! GET AWAY!"
It was to no use. Russia stepped on top of America's unmoving corpse and on his chest.
He killed him.
"AMERICA!"
"GET AWA-!"
France is kicked backwards. He lands on his stomach and loses the strength to move now thanks to the paralyzing gas. He glances at the only thing in his sight and at England now crying and also lying on the floor with an arm poked out, still trying to reach for them.
France blinked once.
He begins to hear the noise of a helicopter. The smoke begins to disperse to nothing.
He blinked again. His movements and sight slowing down. He hear Norway and Russia speaking to each other. He then hears someone scream angrily.
Now for the final time he looks to see Russia kneeling down in front of him.
"Here's a watch," he says smiling as he placed a black wrist watch on France's left palm, "I hope I see you soon."
France blinks again to hear no noise now. His hearing fails him. All he does is watch England who is already knocked out. He closes his eyes again for the last time.
(Flashback).
The four Nordic nations sat quietly at a wooden table reading letters and newspapers, trying to look for any sign of Finland. England hadn't seen him. America said he wasn't in the Western hemisphere. Italy said he'll keep looking. Japan hasn't been visited either. Egypt said try and call later. Finland couldn't be found in any corner of the world it seemed.
Sweden dug to the bottom of the pile of letters and notes from all the nations, since their phone lines were down from a wicked snowstorm that had lasted days now outside. It seemed to reflect the Nordic's feeling of being trapped and not able to do anything; since Prussia's kidnapping Russia had kept the nations terrified of invasion or anything similar to attack.
Sweden hoped for the Finnish boy's sake that what happened to Prussia hadn't happened to Finland. Nobody had heard about Prussia since his kidnapping. It was tearing his brother Germany apart. And especially Austria.
At first everyone thought the Prussian and Austrian had actually been very good friends and explained his behavior, when in fact they couldn't be more wrong. In a world meeting the Swede had asked the man if he needed help taking the heavy paperwork he carried from his car one day. Austria explained that Prussia usually carried his things to the room.
Then the man went on to explaining he [Prussia] usually held all the doors open for him, accompanied him during the meeting breaks, went to eat out with him afterwards, they'd even ride in the same car. It seemed as if they did everything together. Then it suddenly hit Sweden that in fact Austria was infatuated with Prussia for every time he spoke of him his eyes would seem to glint, and the man would look in the distance with a small smile as he explained to Sweden all these things with a nostalgic tone.
He knew better though. In the inside the brunette was sad and miserable. He'd catch him in the bathroom during meeting breaks cleaning at his eyes that always seemed red all the time. He really hoped that, as bad as it sounds, he didn't have to go through the same thing if Finland were gone for so long.
As Sweden finished tearing a letter with his name on it open he unfolded what appeared to be an old piece of paper, scratched up and some of the words stained away.
He skimmed through it. He realized this was Finland's writing. He held the letter with both hands.
Dear Sve,
I'm at Russia's place right now. I can't leave till Sunday. I have no choice but to work for Russia now; my boss is in a tight place right (stain) now and can't do anything about it. I can only come back home with you guys on Sundays; I'm not allowed to tell you anything. Just that I'm here with Prussia, Latvia, Estonia and Lithuania. Sometimes I see Belarus. Please (stain) don't try and hide me from him when I come Sunday. If you do, he says he'll do something bad to you. I just want it to be like normal when I visit you guys. I'm so sorry I'm so weak (stain). I beg you, please don't try and do anything. Please!
-Finland
p.s. Russia (stain) says hello.
The blond slammed his palms on the table, along with the note. The other three turn around at once. They silently wait for the Swedish man to speak. His leer says everything.
"Crap," uttered Denmark.
"Sweden-!" exclaimed Iceland.
"What do we do…?" muttered Norway.
Sweden shot up from his wooden chair, the thing landing hard against the wooden floor. He then began to walk towards the door leading outside into the storm.
"Sweden! Hey Sve! Where the hell do you think you're going!" screamed Denmark as he followed after the Swedish man.
"I have to go talk to Russia!" he growled not bothering to turn around.
Iceland began to read the letter aloud as fast as he could. His voice began to shake as thin trails of tears fell down from his cheeks.
"Finland…"
"Are you serious? We have to tell the others! We have to gather as much people as we can and-!"
"We can't. Nobody can interfere with Russia and what he does. Remember what we discussed in the last meeting," said Norway as he got up his seat, "we can't do anything' unless you want to send you and your people to an early grave," he said, directing the harsh words at Sweden.
"But-!"
"He's right," muttered Iceland cleaning at his face, "remember what happened to Germany? He tried saving his brother by himself, and now half of his country is in chaos. We should wait. America promised to help Germany remember? Then he'll help us too! He can stand up to Russia. He-"
"NO!" yelled Sweden cutting off the small man as he slammed a fist on the wall. Behind Denmark came to a halt. The tall blond turned past his shoulder to give a glare at them, "we will NOT ask for anyone's help. Especially America of all people. He's full of hate and jealousy; all he wants is to pounce at Russia at any given opportunity for his own gain. I will not work with such a man to get my Finland back!"
"Even if that's true, Sweden, we cannot do this alone. Besides Finland's letter said Russia would attack us, clearly," said Norway.
"I don't care," muttered Sweden, "I have to go now before it drags out too long."
"But-! We're not supposed to fight against Russia! At the meeting all of us said-"
"I DON'T CARE!" screamed Sweden. Iceland flinched and clutched fearfully onto Norway's coat. The older sibling began to calm his frightened brother.
"Sweden, calm down. We're all upset-"
"No you're not-"
"-And we all want to help Finland-"
"-No you don't-"
"-Get back home but we can't if you're going to act this way."
"Listen to Norway, Sweden. You're too pissed off to think," urged the Danish.
"That's a first from you; you're usually quick to pounce on emotion. You're all on America side."
"We're on nobody's side."
"Then why do you refuse to help me? Finland's going to get hurt by him! It's my entire fault; I shouldn't have ever let him out of my sight."
"It's not your fault; that's just how Russia is."
"We're not going to attack him; we're not siding on America's side," said Sweden raising his head, "you guys can stay if you want, I'm going after Finland."
"That's what Russia wants. He's even mocking you in the letter. He's provoking you," said Norway raising the letter and pointing and the small note at the bottom.
"He was crying when he wrote this," muttered Sweden.
"I know. I'm scared too but we must wait till this supposed visit on Sunday. Please, don't try and do anything drastic Sweden," the Norwegian pleaded. Denmark raised his hand on Sweden's shoulder.
"Let's be happy that we can at least see him. We can't get him out of this till the war is over. Let's just … try to be happy when he comes," the nation mumbled.
"But….we're all miserable," muttered Sweden as his eyes shook. Denmark rubbed at his eyes.
"We just have to hide it and have happy times with him, right?"
The Danish man put both arms around Sweden as he began to quietly sob. Sweden raised both arms to his back, understanding why the blond hadn't reacted in rage now.
"Yes. I'm sorry," he uttered, returning the hug.
-That night-.
The tall blond finished buttoning the beady buttons on his coat and putting his gloves on. It was pitch dark in the kitchen. Outside was no better; he can hear the windows being beaten by the merciless wind outside in the snowstorm. He didn't want the others to go through this, so he decided to venture out on his own. He left a simple 'I have to do this myself.' as a note for the others. He pulled the black hood and dark blue scarf over his mouth.
Turning around he gave one last sigh.
I'll bring him back.
He opened the door immediately and closed it quickly as to not let any loud noise make its way inside. Meanwhile in the kitchen the small white Hamatamago sat curled up in its blankets, Finland's white burette in its tiny paws.
Sweden trembled, even under four layers of clothing, as he walked in the deep snow. The mailing address the letter had come from was somewhere in an area where Finland bordered with Russia, so he could only guess they were still nearby. It had only been four days since Finland disappeared on them. He hadn't been sleeping well either so the warmth he was surrounded with followed by the cold air blowing at his face was making him feel really sleepy.
He began to think what he would possibly say to the Russian. He hadn't seen him since the time he helped the platinum-haired man and America with their camps out here during the war. That had been a couple years ago. Now under the new rules and circumstances, nobody was allowed to try and come into contact with Russia; he was dangerous and will not hesitate to attack, so America had said. Everyone was afraid and believed in the blond. He was proving himself by helping Germany rescue his brother and helping his people. But Sweden didn't buy it; he knew America was just as bitter as ever since Russia never gave him the time or even humor the poor boy that was infatuated with him.
His mind wandered to a child-like image of Russia when the boy used to follow him around, ask him to stay, and the one incident when he wanted Sweden to be his brother. The Russian wasn't too happy to know he was cared for the same as the other Nordics. Maybe Russia was bitter, deep inside, from that incident. Could his acting out be his own [Sweden's] fault?
Whatever is going on, Sweden was going to put a stop to it. Finland, Prussia, Lithuania and the others should have never been dragged into any of this.
"Umf!"
Sweden pulled his arms out falling head first into the snow. As he pulled his body up with trembling arms, he spat snow out of his mouth.
Maybe he should have eaten breakfast, since he skipped dinner and lunch altogether yesterday.
He pulled himself up again and continued walking. A little cold and hunger wasn't going to stop him.
"He always did all these nice things for me. I never thanked him for any of them though; now that he's gone, I realize how much he was part of my life."
The blond closed his eyes. Austria's words we're so true. Finland always baked him sweets, took long walks with him, and the two even decided to run off together once long ago. He recalled how terrified the boy was when they left Denmark's home. The Danish had become arrogant and annoying to the max, Sweden had no choice but to leave. The only one that sided with him was Finland. The two spent the next months wandering about till they settled in a small spot and built a home and everything. Unfortunately…
"Sve! SVE!" cried Finland running down the steep mountain. Sweden turned from looking at some maps with Russia' trying to pick a good spot as to fight the German army. The tired Finnish boy landed on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"T-The house! It's-!"
"It's what?" asked Sweden bending over the small boy.
"It was destroyed! It's gone Sve! It's all rubble!" the boy cried. Sweden began patting the boy's head. The house they had spent so many years in was now just ashes and burnt lumber.
"Oh, was it a little redwood house by the clearing? I'm sorry, my troops thought it was a German hideout," smiled Russia still sitting down in his chair. Finland looked up from his tiny palms at Russia with a baffled face.
"Y-You d-destroyed our h-home…?"
"You can stay with me if you'd like. I have plenty of room."
Finland began to tremble.
"But Russia, I told you personally that that home was mine," said Sweden turning to the man, "that's the home I built for Finland and me decades ago."
Russia just raised his shoulders.
"Oops."
"W-where are we going now Sweden…?" the boy uttered. Sweden looked out of the corner of his eye to see Russia almost drowning in utter happiness. Sweden closed his eyes; he knew Russia was lying.
"We'll build a new one. Maybe near a pond this time to ice skate. Would you like that?" he said rubbing at the boy's hair.
Both Finland and Russia stared taken aback.
"R-really?" uttered Finland.
"Yes. Really," he replied. Finland raised both arms and began to hug the man. Sweden gave a tiny smile. He turned past his shoulder to tell Russia thanks for the offer, till he saw the dark and malicious stare he was displaying, more specifically towards Finland. With that, Sweden broke the hug, much to his desire to keep hugging the small man, and continued to plan things out with Russia. Still, the platinum-haired man gave off his disgusted glare. Maybe it was Sweden's imagination, but he could swear the man scooted his chair even closer to his and gave a nasty demeanor to anyone dare come close to them the rest of that day.
"Ah!" the man suddenly bumped into something grey. He fell back, too tired to try and stop himself.
"You alright comrade?"
Sweden looked up to see Russia smiling down at him. The man was dressed in a khaki coat with his usual pink scarf tied around, gold medals hung from the heavy coat and the man had gotten bigger.
"….," Sweden shook his head. He was feeling so sleepy and tired.
"Don't go to sleep," mumbled Russia as he sat besides the man on his knees, "you'll die."
"Die?" repeated Sweden raising both brows.
"Yup. What brings you out here? Surely not to try and get Finland back."
Sweden's eyes widened. That's right; he came to get Finland back.
"Finland!" he growled as he grabbed at the Russian's scarf, "where is he? !"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Russia sung as he saw Sweden pulling a fist, "If you do, I have the right to attack you all. You wouldn't want your family to die because of something so stupid, right?"
"This isn't stupid. You took him away. Why did you take him away? And Prussia? And Lithuania and the others? You had your sisters back. Why can't you be happy with them?" breathed Sweden.
"I don't want my sisters. They're nice and all, but I've outgrown them."
"It doesn't mean you have to take other people away for your own pleasure."
"Heh. Heh heh heh; you don't know how true you are," the man giggled, "now please, let go of my scarf."
Sweden let go of the man's scarf. He quietly sat in the snow contemplating what to do next. He wasn't much of a fighter. He would never let emotions get the better of him. And this was Russia; a cold hearted monster on the outside, and a scared, needy boy in the inside. Every time he looked at him, he remembered the small boy he helped all those years ago back when nobody gained anything from anyone. When they helped each other for the good of it.
"Thank you. Would you like me to take you home? You seem really tired," smiled the man.
"N-n-," he shook his head, "I want Finland. What are you doing to him?"
"Don't worry, Prussia never lets me near the boy. The thing's been crying ever since he got there. I just keep him around same as the others. I'll let him out every Sunday. It was Prussia whom I was going to give the privilege to but he passed it up and gave it to Finland. Be grateful."
"Crying?" repeated Sweden. He closed his eyes, "why Russia? Why did you take him? Are you still mad at me?"
"Mad? Mad you say? Heh, I could never be mad at you," Russia grinned as he raised a heavy hand and began rubbing snow off of Sweden's hood. Soon he slipped the hood off and rubbed at the blond hair.
Sweden stayed quiet. He recalled when he used to rub Finland and Russia's hair.
"Let him go," he muttered looking up at Russia with a struggling face.
"I can't. It's business. It's war. It has to be this way. But personally…"
He clutched lightly at the side of Sweden's cold face. He tenderly stroked at the pale skin.
" I would have preferred having you over any of them."
"What?" muttered Sweden raising both brows. He stared back at Russia with a mixed feeling of confusion and … warmth? No something was wrong with his body.
The Russian leaned in closer his smile dipping to a small frown as he grabbed hold of both sides of Sweden's face. Sweden sat paralyzed, warmth and blood rushing to his cheeks like mad. His hands trembled as he slowly raised them on the Russian's shoulders, whom was now practically sitting on top of him, both legs bent either side of his torso.
"R-Russia….," breathed Sweden as he narrowed his eyes bashfully.
"You were always the closest thing that can bring me happiness," he said breathing the words over Sweden's mouth.
Sweden closed his eyes tightly.
"Russia….," he breathed back into Russia's mouth.
"RUSSIA!" screamed a voice from high up. The two tall nations looked up to see Norway standing on a branch.
Sweden pulled back from Russia, kicking snow up as he wriggled away from under the tall nation. He then noticed one of Russia's hands had been clutching at the entrance of his pants. His face turned pink as he clumsily got up now and tried balancing himself.
Norway jumped from the tree and landed right behind Sweden. He glared at Russia who returned him the look.
"What are you doing here?" mumbled Russia annoyed.
"I can ask you the same question," countered Norway as he stood in front of Sweden, " you knew Sweden would come. That's why you forced Finland into writing us a note. You stayed out here waiting for him. I know because I've been following him," he said motioning his head to Sweden. The tall blond just pulled his hood over his head again as he nervously stared in the ground.
"Did you now? Well that was very sneaky of you," muttered Russia reaching under his coat, "I don't take too kindly to people interrupting things I like where their heading."
He pulled out a silver pipe.
Sweden's eyes widened as Norway got into a defensive stance.
"I won't let you take another one of us. When this is all over, when everyone you've ever taken leaves you, you'll be left all alone again just like when you were a child," muttered the Norwegian giving a defensive stance.
"Please, no fighting," uttered Sweden from behind reaching to grab at the young man's shoulder. Norway pulled away.
"And you, I suspected you'd try to sneak out, so I followed you here. Go back before you cause any more trouble!" the man ordered. Russia gave an angry face.
"Don't yell at him," he growled. Sweden took a step back.
"No! F-Finland is still…"
"There's nothing we can do for him! You're just making it worse for him talking to Russia! Get away now!"
Russia pulled his pipe up and swung it. Norway moved his hands; a bright flash of light appeared. Two small floating lights held the pipe Russia held still.
"NOW SWEDEN!" yelled Norway. Sweden took one step back. He then bolted ahead instead of turning back.
Russia smiled.
"No Sweden!" yelled Norway. In twenty seconds Sweden was gone from sight. Norway moved his hands and jumped a little behind as Russia regained composure.
"Heh; that's my boy," smiled Russia as he grabbed at his pipe with both hands.
"I now understand it clearly. You love Sweden, don't you? You love him and want to push all of us away from him. You sick monster; you've been making others miserable so you can have a lick at your twisted happiness!" Norway motioned his arm forward, the two bright lights, really fairies, racing towards Russia.
"Well now that I've tasted it," he smiled licking at his lips, "I want more."
"You're taking advantage of him; he's weak right now and you know it."
"Look Norway," started Russia as he swung his pipe at the fairies, "your Finland's friend. You're on his side. You'll never understand me. So stop blaming me for things you don't understand," he growled angrily as he smacked a fairy.
"I couldn't quite see; did you kiss him?" asked Norway summoning his fairies back.
"Almost," replied Russia raising a spare hand, "so close. Now it looks like I have to go with Plan B."
"Plan B?" muttered Norway raising a brow.
"You'll see soon enough," said Russia. He raised his hand and pointed it at the Norwegian's direction. Suddenly wind began to blow ferociously, along with specs of icy snow. He closed his eyes, blinded by the cold. He then turned back to see Russia grab his wrists. Soon the man pinned Norway onto a tree.
"I've been planning everything up to this point, but you interfered and Plan A was a misfire. So for that, you'll be my next victim," smiled Russia. Soon Norway looked past Russia to see Belarus approaching them. She seemed emotionless as she walked towards the two, holding a small tray.
"The patches, Leader," muttered Belarus raising the chrome tray to Russia. A small piece of cloth sat harmlessly on the tray. Russia's winter wind kept Norway's two fairies away from helping their master.
"I'll see you soon Norway. One more thing," Russia grabbed the patch-like cloth, "let me catch you interfering again and I'll kill your so called siblings."
At that Norway's eyes widened as the patch was placed at the back of his neck. He then slumped forward on the ground. The fairies soon disappeared.
"Take him home Belarus. I've got to go fetch Sweden."
"Yes, Leader."
What happened back there?
Sweden closed his eyes as he kept on running. He was sure this was the way where Russia was keeping Finland and the others.
This was where he helped Russia build his first home.
Why would he do that?
All Sweden thought was about Finland; the boy's smile, his laughter, his cute face.
Now his head was filled of past images of Russia. And just now. His heart hadn't stopped racing.
"Sweden? Sweden~!" sung a voice from behind. Sweden ran faster, as tired and hungry he was, he wasn't going to be caught again. He didn't even know what kind of face to make if he were to see the Russian again.
"Sweden come back! It's dangerous out here!" cried Russia.
True it had been decades since he ventured all the way here, in the dark especially.
Finland. I have to get Finland. That's all that matters. Finland; he's alone and crying. He needs me to help him. I have to help him. Finland-!
Sweden looked down, not feeling anything under him. He had run out of the forest to the end of a hill and now he was beginning to fall. He forgot about the steep hill.
"AGH!" he began to tumble downwards, roughly turning, his limbs flailing everywhere as he tried getting up to stop rolling down. It proved useless. Within six rolls he saw a large boulder in his way. Even with all that snow over it, it was still going to be a painful stop. He tried getting out of the way, but his tired limbs refused to move.
He clutched at his shoulders.
"Hello there."
(End of flashback).
"MPHF! MFT!"
"You guys hear that?" mumbled Finland looking away from the window.
"It's Sealand!" cried Italy remembering as he pulled Japan up.
"Sealand! Where is he?"
"Back there past that door! He's tied up; he must have just woken up from the shot!"
As Finland dashed out the room, Japan quietly grabbed at Italy's blue coat.
"Hmm?"
"I-Italy-san…..we….we were under Russia's control all this time but….."
"Japan! You have to save America!" [Finland]
"You have to snap out of it! This isn't you Japan!" [Finland]
"You're meek and miserable, aren't you?" [Russia]
"All the horrible things I did….I almost chocked Finland-san to death," uttered the young man as wiped his tears.
"Japan, it's alright. We didn't mean it."
"But-"
"Don't worry about it. Alright?" comforted the Italian giving Japan a hug. The Japanese man buried his face into the taller boy's uniform.
"…..okay," he uttered.
"Now c'mon, we've got to go help and kick Russian butt for Germany!" cried the boy as he grabbed onto Japan's hand and pulled him into the security room where they had Sealand.
They ran inside to spot Finland just standing in the middle of the room.
"Finland-san? What's wrong?" asked Japan.
"There," pointed Finland at a camera. The two nations turned to see Germany and Austria being carried into stretchers.
"Germany!" cried Italy as he ran for the screen.
Japan swallowed hard a she nervously looked away. He knew that Italy and America had been the ones to do that to the two countries.
His face then reddened at the mention of America.
"You're in love with me, aren't you?"
He clutched at the front of his uniform nervously.
Is that really him talking or is he just mocking me….?
"MPHF!" cried a voice from above.
"Sealand!" the three nations looked up to see the small boy tied up, the back of the chair on the ceiling.
"Woah Belarus really made sure you didn't get away again," muttered Italy as Finland began stacking chairs to reach the small boy.
"Someone give me scissors or something!" cried Finland.
"Here you go."
"Why thanks," said Italy receiving a pair of scissors. He then looked up to see a completely red-faced Romano and shrieked.
"AAAAAIIEEEEE ROMANO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? !" he squeaked as he accidently tossed the scissors. Still Finland caught them and begun working on the thick ropes.
"W-what are you talking about you idiot?" muttered the flustered Italian. Behind Spain entered the room with a completely relaxed expression and messy hair. He was busy buttoning the last of his uniform on.
"Um, we made it as fast, I mean we got here as fast we could come, I mean yeah the two of us separately, um-!"
Everyone stared at him nervously.
"NO HISIMOS NADA! (WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!)" he screamed terrified of the expression Romano gave him as he hid behind Japan. Romano just leered at him.
Finland grabbed the small boy and carefully carried him down the tower of objects. He untied the cloth on his mouth.
"AH MOM I MISSED YOU!" cried Sealand as he pulled both arms around the surprised Finnish boy.
"I did too!" cried Finland shoving his face into the smaller boy's shoulder.
"So what's going on? I thought Belarus and the others would be here like Germany said!" said Romano breaking the silence.
Everyone stood quiet as they heard something loud rumbled above their heads.
"IT'S THE CHOPPER!" Finland and Italy screamed. The two dashed for the door America had closed. They tried yanking on the handle as hard as they could, but to no use. It was locked.
"Did they give you a key?" asked Finland.
"No," replied both Japan and Italy.
"Why are you here Finland?" asked Spain pointing.
"? I was going to ask you guys the same question," said Finland.
"Well-"
Before Spain could begin, they all fell hard on the floor as they felt the building shake a little.
"They got in a helicopter! Belarus, Norway, Russia, America and Sve! They're all under Russia's control!" exclaimed Finland.
"And me and Japan were in it too but Finland helped us escape it!" said Italy.
"Germany and Austria-san are hurt! We have to go check them out!" cried Japan.
Suddenly the noise ceased.
They all looked around dumbfounded.
"What just happened now?" asked Romano pushing Spain off of himself.
" I don't-"
The metal door suddenly opened.
"SVE!" cried Finland rushing out towards it.
"Wait Finland it might be a trap!" cried Italy running to go catch up to him. Japan soon bolted after Finland. The three ran past the door and on to the empty roof.
"AH!" yelped Italy. The other two nations turned around to find three bodies lying there.
France, England and America lied there on the floor unmoving.
"AMERICA!"
Japan rushed towards the blond and dropped to his knees.
"Wait Japan! What if it's a trap!" yelled Italy.
"No! He got away!" yelled Finland angrily as he fell on his knees.
Spain, Romano and Sealand ran out soon after.
"What are they doing here? !" cried Romano.
"It seems they must have tried stopping Russia," muttered Spain as he walked over to the two unconscious nations. Meanwhile Japan turned America around and to his horror saw the splotch of blood bigger than ever. He touched at the America's wrist, only to feel nothing but cold.
"Italy….. America is dead," uttered Japan. Everyone turned to him with widened eyes.
"No, that can't be," said Finland, "why… would anyone kill…..?"
"America…..America-san!" cried Japan as he began to shake the cold body. The man didn't move.
"Hey, here's a watch," said Spain as he grabbed the black wristwatch from France's hand. It was stuck on 5:00:00.
"That's weird, why isn't it working?"
Sealand turned to see Spain. His eyes widened as Spain began messing with the object.
"Spain, WAIT-!"
"Huh?"
The watch then began to tick. 4:59:57.
"America-san?" uttered Japan. America had begun to twitch. His eyes shot open. Before Japan could let out a small gasp of shock he was in an arm-lock, defenseless against the American. Everyone turned around.
"I'm going to kill all of you," he uttered.
Just then Spain tripped over France.
"OPHF!"
Spain looked in horror as France sat up, rubbing at his sore back.
"Ah, that was not a cool dream."
He turned to see a large number of faces staring at him.
"It's okay you guys! Me and Inglaterre are on your side~!" he smiled. He tried getting up, only for his legs not to move.
Darn, they must still be affected by the smoke bomb!
France then glanced at America.
How….? But we saw him get killed…
"America! Let go of Japan!" cried Italy.
Finland looked around nervously for some object or weapon he could use. They tried snapping America out of it before, but nothing had worked. He just got more emotionless.
"You're in love with me, aren't you?"
Wait, that's it!
"Japan!" cried Finland pulling Italy back, "tell him! Remember what we talked about in the stairway? Tell him!"
Japan's eyes widened. There's no way he could do such a thing. How could he get through to the man that he loves when…
Japan picked up the crumbled note America had dropped. He skimmed through it; it was a confession written out for Russia.
…..that man that loves someone else?
"You're weak and meek. No wonder he never paid attention to you." [Russia]
Japan narrowed his eyes and clawed into America's skin. The American raised a brow.
"Move once more and I'll snap your neck," he mumbled.
"I'll help you. You're not the meek one, he is." [Russia]
Japan's small frown deepened.
"I'll show you…..Russia…."
Japan flipped the American over hard on his back. As the man slammed hard on the floor Japan grabbed at the sword that lied there.
"Agh," growled America as he cleaned spit from his mouth. He leered up at Japan.
"You little bas-!"
"AMERICA!"
They turned to see England now getting up, staggering as he did so. He grabbed at his hurt shoulder as he hopped forward.
"You're going to die if you keep doing this. Whether you're Russia's lousy minion or your lousy self, I suggest you come quietly with us so we can help you."
America wrinkled his nose as he turned to his side.
"I am for Leader to use as he wishes; my order was to get rid of you all so he may do as he pleases. In four hours and fifty-three minutes I will be no use to him so I might as well do as much as I can right now."
"You're afraid of being useless huh?" mumbled Japan. America turned back to the small man with a confused look.
"I am not useless. I have orders; I'm useful," growled America.
"No. you know without doing what Russia wants you to your useless."
France's eyes shook as he glanced at the watch Spain held and back at America.
He was just dead. I saw him being chocked breathless and lie there. If the clock's true….then is there no way to deactivate it?
"Spain, give me that watch," mumbled France a she sat up.
"Shut up! I remember you," growled America as he pressed himself above the wet ground. It rained faintly now, lighter than before. Still, in the distance the thunder roared closer and closer. Standing outside was proving to be dangerous.
"You're that little shy smart-mouthed brat that's got a crush on me. I knew you liked me; I just never bothered to waste my time with you," he said in a dark tone as he stood up staggering. He clutched at his side with one hand.
Japan bit at his lip.
"And you know for a fact I don't like you back. So why bother? With this new sense of mind, I can finally please him," the American grinned.
"No. Your wrong. I don't care if you d-don't return the feelings…what's most important is that you're wasting your time. Russia doesn't care about you at all. He's just using you!"
"At least he's paying attention to me."
"But America-san…..," Japan looked back down at the ground, his hair over his eyes, "I-…"
"Enough fooling around. I have no time to waste on the likes of you!" yelled America charging at the Japanese boy. As America raised a hand and took out a knife, the same knife Italy had used to cut at Germany and Austria, and charged at the younger boy, his eyes widened for a sec as Japan lifted his head again with a soft expression and tearful eyes.
"I've always cared about you!"
At that the American slipped on the wet roof.
From running, his weight forced him to keep sliding further and further down the wet concrete till he hit the ledge with his back. He grabbed on the concrete wall to balance himself. Now he was breathing heavily, the knife still at hand.
"Y-you…..," muttered the American trying to catch his breath.
"America stop this at once! We can help you!" cried England.
"Yes America! They helped me and Japan!" yelled Italy as the wind blew ferociously. Finland grabbed at his hat that tried blowing away with one hand as he grabbed onto Sealand with the other. They were the closet ones to the American. Finland wanted to grab at the man but did not want to leave the small boy defenseless once again.
"Please, America…," uttered Japan giving a yearning expression. America stared at the crowd with a baffled expression.
"But…. Why didn't you-?"
Before he could finish his sentence his arm, as if on its own, jabbed the knife into the American. England and Italy let out a scream as France ran for the blond. Finland finally let go of Sealand and motioned him to go with Japan as he also ran towards the American.
The American stared at the knife in him with an expression of complete terror as he climbed the ledge, and turned his back to them.
"AMERICA STOP!" yelled France.
The American tried with all his might to turn past his shoulder and look at them, with the same terrified expression. His arm jerked the knife right out but he didn't give a yelp of pain. Instead he just stared at Japan with frightened blue eyes.
"….help me…."
The American then dropped himself.
France and Finland tried grabbing at the man's boots. But America shot his arm out, the one with the knife and stabbed it into Finland's arm.
The Finnish boy let out a scream as he was pulled down.
"FINLAND!" yelled Sealand as he tried running towards the ledge. Japan pulled the small boy back.
As the American and Finnish boy fell down alongside the building they flew past the fire department's white ladder and then past flashing lights from below. America pulled the knife out, Finland giving another yelp.
"Hello Finland," laughed America wildly in a deep voice. Finland stared at the blond falling faster than him; he was giving him a dark smile.
"It's me, Russia," grinned the blond. Finland's eyes widened.
"It seems you've contaminated America with your silly talk. I'll make sure to make Japan bleed for that too. But that doesn't matter. Right now you're falling to our death."
Finland looked down to see a big blue inflatable mattress down below. America turned his body to face the Finnish boy's; blood fell into the air from the now bigger gash in the American's abdomen. The blond pointed at the blue mattress.
"I'm going to make sure you miss that, heh."
"Russia! You can't do this! You can't keep hurting people like this!" screamed the boy as he grabbed at his bleeding left arm.
"Can't I? It seems to me," America said raising his hands to his side, "I'm doing it right now! I'll make you all miserable before I enjoy my life!"
"Why… why did you take Sve? I thought you-!"
"-wanted you? Hah, don't compliment yourself. I've always hated you."
Finland shook, the words stabbing him.
"But now none of that matters. I have my Sweden and I will finally be the strongest country! I will never be weak; nobody will dare leave me. I won't need anyone to take pity on me anymore."
"His sister left him. He's still hurting from that. I want to make him see that not everyone is like that. That's why I'm his friend. I'm here to protect him and let him see what it really feels like to be beloved." [Sweden]
"But Sve…..he….he never did that. He never did any of that! You were always important to him!" cried the boy.
"So were you and the other Nordics. Which is why I have them here with me. Now hush, our audience await us."
America pointed down to the crowd under umbrellas and hoods watching and screaming as the two of them came falling down.
"I'll take good care of him Finland. So long, brat."
America then moved over closer above Finland and grabbed at his boots, preparing to swing him away from the safety of the blue mattress.
"America! Please stop this! AMERICA!" cried Finland unable to move his arm from his bleeding wound.
"He can't hear you. I'm controlling him right now. All he can do is hear your pathetic pleas," laughed the deep voice that came out of America. Finland closed his eyes.
Sve….will I never get to see you again? Does Russia really hate me….hate all of us…..so much he actually wants to kill us? Why does he want you so badly Sve? It can't possibly be to have you as a friend….why-?
Finland's eyes shot open.
"You….you love Sve…..?"
The American stared at Finland, tears falling down his face. Was it the Russian controlling America or America….?
Either way…..
"Don't worry….we'll get you the help you need to escape Russia….America," uttered Finland, "because he's nothing but a passive coward."
"You're pathetically passive. You can't even realize the nice things he does for you." [Russia]
"Because he's pathetically passive."
"ARUUUUUUUU!" cried a loud voice. Finland glanced past his shoulder to see China running down the building. The Finnish boy's mouth dropped open. The Chinese male threw himself from the building at them like human cannon and tackled at the two. He grabbed at the handle and hand that America held the knife at.
"I'll kick your ass for making my little brother cry, aru!" yelled China as he yanked even harder at the knife. Only holding onto Finland's boot with one hand, the blond tried at kicking China away.
"Get away!" hissed the deep voice of America.
"C-China! America is being possessed by Russia and-!"
"I know! I was lying in wait the whole time by the ladder, aru!" China grabbed at America's coat, "and I'm not letting him get away!"
"Let go! Or the balloon pops!" growled America as he positioned the knife to hit the inflatable mattress first, "it'll kill him, but at least you'll both be rid of also."
"No way, aru!"
China grabbed a hold of Finland and tossed the knife away. America growled and let go of Finland.
"America!" cried Finland trying to reach for the falling figure as China used his weight to help make distance between themselves and him.
"Tch," the man then pulled at something from his belt. It seemed like a small, thin rope with something metal at the end.
"Wait America!"
"Russia will only mess you up, aru! I know by experience personally," said China pointing at his back.
"I….can't….," uttered America, struggling to get the words out as his face changed back to the terrified expression earlier," I…..need…help…"
"AMERICA!"
The blond then distanced himself farther and into the crowd below. Finland could only close his eyes, waiting for some sort of loud splat of his body hitting the cement ground as he and China hit the blue mattress that had been inflated already.
All he noticed was gasps and confusion and the noise of a piece of metal hitting the concrete sharply; the knife.
"Are you alright, aru?" asked China as he was the first to recover from the fall. Finland quietly sat up in the wet mattress as firemen begun climbing towards them on the huge mattress.
"America is…"
He quietly slumped to China's shoulder, too tired and drained of energy from his stab wound to the wrist.
-Beep.-
"Will you stay with me and make sure nothing bad happens to me?"
-Beep.-
"Of course Sve! Now c'mon, let's go!"
-Beep.-
"I do….love Sve…."
-Beeeeeeee.-
"Hey, I think he's waking up," said France from his seat. Behind Japan nervously turned to the small blond in the bed.
"Finland! Wake up, please!" cried Sealand grabbing tightly at the plastic rail surrounding the medical bed.
Meanwhile England stood by the doorway with both arms crossed as he stared out the dark window with the curtains slightly opened, the storm outside gotten worse.
"…..hm..?"
Finland picked up a trembling hand and rubbed his eyes. Startled of the bright light he tried grabbing the sheet and pulling it above his head, only to realize he couldn't move one arm.
"Your left arm was cut pretty bad, but with my magic and being a nation it should recover quickly," muttered England still with a serious expression, "I am aware that you and Mr. Sweden came here to the hospital not knowing Russia was going to be your doctor. It seems he put some sort of vaccine that would slow down Sweden's recovery," he glances at a chrome tray sitting on a counter for a second and returns his gaze to the window, "it's painfully aware that he has some of us under his control and is playing with lives. Do you know why, Finland? Our inside source was not able to disclose us much more."
Finland opened his eyes again. His surprised expression settled to an upset frown.
"He wants Sve…I-I mean Sweden….and wants to get rid of whoever is a bother to him."
England clutched at his uniform.
"I see. –Sigh- So he wants to kill America."
Everyone became uneasy.
"All for some stupid man's affection."
Finland raised his head as he sat up quickly.
"Don't you call Sweden stupid!" growled Finland, "this is all Russia's fault! Sweden had nothing to do with it!"
He then slowly pulled his legs to the side of the bed.
"And I'll tell you one other thing! America isn't dead! I'll personally make sure nobody gets more than a scratch!" he said flailing his limp left arm that was heavily bandaged.
Everyone just stared at England. The Englishman cracked a smile.
"Good, you can stand. Put your uniform on; we've got to get a move on finding where the hell Russia is," the man smiled tossing Finland a new clean uniform with the ripped sleeve sown back up.
"O-of course!" exclaimed Finland as he immediately began at pulling his clothes off clumsily. Japan walked over to England as the spiky Brit exited the room.
"England-san, is it such a good idea to let Finland walk around in this condition?"
"Heh, I think so too, but I just wanted to make sure my making him angry, and that boy is ready for anything. Italy told me how he scratched at Russia's face. I've always wanted to do that but never had the guts to," smiled England as he closed the door behind himself. Japan stood quietly at the door as France walked up behind, carefully placing his hand on the shorter male's arm gently.
"Sorry if he's being a sourpuss. He did think America was dead for a second," the blond Frenchman grinned as he tossed his locks behind his shoulder.
"China tried looking for America's body but it was gone. We can only suspect that one of Russia's underlings took him."
Japan's expression grew tense as he raised a hand to his face.
"I-It's alright. I understand," he mumbled as he walked back to Finland and Sealand. Meanwhile, France stood by the door, almost on guard, letting the Englishman have a moment alone as he silently cried on the other side of the white door in bittersweet joy that the American was still alive.
"Alright, I'm ready!" exclaimed Finland as he folded the sleeve over the bandages.
"Good. We have roughly four hours left before this clock here," said France raising a black wrist watch, "goes to zero and kills everyone Russia has used."
-knock knock.-
"Ukraine? It's me, Russia."
The emotionless woman turned to the metal door on her right as she sat in a chair in what appeared to be a wide-spaced living room. She recalled her brother using the same words on the first day they reunited after she was finally allowed to speak to him.
(Flashback).
"R-Russia? Oh my sweet little brother!" cried the girl as she practically jumped out of her chair and dashed towards the door.
It had been many decades since she's seen her small sibling since she was forced to leave him on his own. It had torn her apart to do that; she hoped the boy wasn't too bitter about that.
She opened the door to see a tall man in a patched-up coat. The platinum-haired man stared down at her with a hollow expression.
"R-Russia?" muttered the girl. The man didn't answer.
"Oh Russia my sweet little brother it is you! You've come to see big sis-!"
As she raised her hands to hug the male, the man only gave a small step back.
"Ukraine….why are you weak?"
"H…huh?" uttered Ukraine with a nervous smile.
"You left me because you were weak, right?"
The girl stepped back nervously.
"It's alright big sister. I'm not mad at you."
The girl relaxed her tense shoulders.
"I'm just disappointed is all."
The girl raised her eyebrows.
"I'm going to see Belarus now. Here, take this," he said as he pulled a ribbon from behind and handed it to her.
"Good bye big sis, see you later."
He closed the door gently and left. Ukraine stood there, dumbfounded.
"Disappointed."
She looked down at the yellow bandana she held.
He didn't even cry or hug her back like she had expected.
"Maybe he just doesn't know how to react. Yeah, that's it!" she cried. She opened the door and dashed out into her snowy front lawn. She then spotted her brother.
"Russ-!"
She stopped herself as she saw her brother speaking with another tall figure.
Sweden?
She walked closer behind a tree.
"-and I handed her the bandana you told me to," her brother said. Ukraine got close enough to read the expressions on her brother's face. It seemed a little flustered.
"That's it?" asked the Swedish man raising a brow.
"…yeah….I'm still mad at her you know," he mumbled. Ukraine flinched at that. She began to shake as her fingers tightened on the bark.
"But she's your sister. She didn't mean to. She did that to protect you," mumbled Sweden raising an arm over the tall Russian's shoulder. It hurt Ukraine to see Russia not pull back as he had done with her. Russia shook his head.
"She could have at least fought back. She didn't. All she did was give in. I'm still weak right now, so maybe I'll come back later."
Maybe…?
"… don't be so hard on them. If you are, you'll only push them away from you. And don't fake anything. The smile you gave her when you left…that was faked."
"Heh, you can tell?" grinned the man rubbing at the back of his neck bashfully.
"Well, c'mon. Belarus is next," the Swedish boy murmured as he re-adjusted his grey coat.
"Okay!" squeaked Russia happily following the taller male.
Ukraine stood there staring at their backs.
I'm disappointing and weak?
She turned quietly and walked back in her home. Slowly she closed the door. She sat down gently on the chair she had previously, holding the yellow bandana her brother had given her.
Maybe next time….I'll make him see 'm not so weak and disappointing…..
(Months later).
"Look Belarus, there he is!" exclaimed Ukraine. Her younger sister shot up from her seat.
The two sisters had set up Belarus's kitchen table outside in the sunny backyard, waiting for their brother to arrive.
The siblings had met countless times now since they're small reunion and had planned a small lunch meet up and Belarus's home. Now they were dressed properly and out of their rags before. Ukraine adjusted her yellow bandana, the younger sister the white bow atop her head. They saw their brother walk towards them, proudly demonstrating his pink scarf. Then the two siblings' eyes widened to see him wearing…..glasses?
"Hello Big sis, Little sis," the brother greeted with a gesture.
"Why are you wearing glasses?" asked Belarus with an irritated tone. Ukraine gave a crooked frown, this was very odd.
"Oh, I just came from my lab. I'm working on some science stuff with Germany right now since the war started. Let's sit down, no?" he grinned as he took off his glasses and slid them in his coat. The two women nodded their heads and sat down. They began serving themselves food sitting at the table.
"Disappointing."
The word still stabbed at Ukraine.
She quietly sipped her tea, waiting for someone to speak.
"So how's the war?' she asked trying to break the ice.
"Oh, it's okay. Germany and I have gotten along so well. I like him a lot," smiled the man as he tore sugar bags over his black coffee. Ukraine smiled.
"Brother, why can't you stay with us?" asked Belarus dropping her fork. Ukraine looked up at her brother as her sister grabbed onto Russia's right arm.
"I'm sorry sis, I've got work. Germany needs me," he smiled weakly.
"But Big brother! You promised you'd stay with us!" she hissed. Russia began to nervously tug away from her sister.
Ukraine remembered Belarus had been too small to remember Russia's abandonment. Plus she hadn't abandoned him like she had. Maybe that's why Russia was a little kinder to the younger sister and didn't leer at her the day they reunited.
"I will, I just have to keep doing what my boss says!" smiled the man. During their little play fight, Belarus accidently yanked the man's pink scarf off.
Ukraine's eyes widened to see marks and bruises all over his brother's neck and the sides of his jaw.
"Brother, what happened? !" Belarus exclaimed tilting Russia's head upward.
"Were you attacked? Chocked? ! Who did this to you? !" exclaimed Ukraine as she brushed her fingers against the red marks.
Russia covered his mouth with a gloved hand as he gave a choked whimper at the cold skin.
"It's nothing to be a concerned of. I earned them," smiled the man pushing his sister's hands away. The two girls just stared at him as he tugged his scarf up and continued eating.
"You're not telling us something Brother," muttered Belarus narrowing her eyes angrily.
"It's nothing really. They don't hurt at all. Please, let's continue eating at peace. It's been decades since we've done this together."
Ukraine looked away, knowing that comment was somehow aimed at her to feel responsible for the what almost sounded like a complaint.
She clutched at her pants.
Why? Why was he constantly barraging her with such complaints and reminders of the thing she had done so many years ago? Why was she a disappointment? She saved his life! She already cried and sobbed for her devastating decision? So why must Russia be compelled to remind her over and over? He never told her in private he was still mad. He said so himself he wasn't. What could she do to make it up to her little brother? There's no way she could make up for the lost time and emotional damage she must have done to him?
She was weak, cowardly, a "disappointment".
But…
Maybe….giving her little brother something. Doing something for him…so she won't be such a…disappointment….
(End of flashback).
"Ukraine?" asked the male voice again knocking on the door.
The young woman turned to the door and slowly got up. She unlocked all the chain and computer locks with swift motions as she blankly stared into space.
She was then pushed aside by Norway carrying a bag and pulling down a mask. Belarus followed after him pushing rather angrily at Sweden's wheelchair as the man still slept with his head slumped back. The girl looked down at the Swedish man's face with a nasty glare. Ukraine poked her head out.
"Where's Leader?" she asked in a quiet voice as the other two took off their ponchos.
"Hmm? He never came in here. He's still outside; he's trying to regurgitate something," answered Norway as he opened a door across the room, leading to a basement downstairs where Denmark, Iceland and his bird were being held.
"What?" asked Ukraine with widened eyes she began to walk out till Norway's voice stopped her.
"I don't suggest you going outside. He already beat America for disobeying him. Do you want to be beat too?"
"But he's my…."
"Let her go if she wants to," mumbled Belarus as she settled the wheelchair besides a brown leather couch. She began to unstrap the leather restrains on Sweden's wrists and ankles. Norway just frowned and proceeded to head down stairs as Ukraine ran out the room and down the hall.
The building was like a large home; four floors, tall glass windows and located in the middle of a forest with a large clear field just outside. It is the same building Russia had been occupying for the past months that held his personally-made 'inventions' and vaccines he had kept in secret. The other nations under his control would come venture out here every month or so since being controlled. There is where he began to put his plan together, revolved around what Ukraine believes a horrible obsession for control, authority and companionship.
Ukraine paced down the hallway of the building. It was more like an office building really that was remodeled. All rooms of 'importance' were locked with a small grey pad with numbers and sometimes chains. The building was dark and silent aside for the thundering that roared outside and seeming to get louder and louder as time passed. As she came down a hallway, she noticed a light. As she paced even faster she noticed a door wide open leading to the outside.
She approached the door and poked her head slightly out . There standing in the mud at the back of the home was Russia, in a clear poncho, bent over with hands on knees. Ukraine noticed a small pile of blood there.
"What are you doing here Ukraine?" mumbled Russia not bothering to turn. Ukraine flinched, hearing a slight undertone of anger.
"Why are you spitting up blood? Did you control someone?"
Russia began to hack a little.
"That is no business of yours."
He began to cough again.
"You are hurt. We must get you to the medical aid station in your office," she said with a shaky voice. She felt a faint burning sensation at the back of her neck.
"Go back in the living room. Leave me alone."
"B-but bro-!"
"What did you call me? !" he growled turning around. Ukraine took a step back seeing the trail of blood running down her brother's mouth and neck. Her eyes widened to see faint bruises under the pink scarf that absorbed at some of the blood.
The image of his brother, Belarus and her sitting together clouded her mind. The back of her neck burned even more.
"I-I'm sorry Leader!" she apologized as her once emotionless expression turned fearful. Russia ran at her and grabbed at her platinum hair. He pinned her on the wall as he wiped some blood with his spare hand. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at the enraged eyes of her once sibling.
"You're starting to remember who you are. You're going to be useless to me," he muttered to himself digging his fingers into her skin.
"Ah!" she squeaked as she lifted both hands at his wrist.
"This blood here," he said showing her his spare bloodied hand up close, "was not in vain. America will be coming back to me soon. He has proven himself useful to me."
He rubbed his sore throat with the hand.
"I held my breath to avoid being poised by France's obvious knowledge of scents hence his natural ability to make smoke bombs and such. I'm afraid I might have pushed my luck a bit. But you," he said toning his voice lower, "you've done nothing but screw up. The other nations were never supposed to be in the hospital; it was your job to make sure nobody we knew, aside from the targets, to come inside."
He then tossed her effortlessly to the blue-carpeted ground. She landed on her shoulders and back, her clothes getting dirty with the little mud Russia had tracked inside the dark hallway.
"It's a little sad actually. I tricked everyone to work under me and you were the only one to come under my control willfully. I am very disappointed with you," he said making a crooked smile at the last sentence. He enjoyed the twisted face her older sibling made as the last sentence stung her. He turned his back to her.
"Close the door and prepare my bedroom," he ordered as he whipped his pink scarf past his shoulders. He continued walking down the hallway and vanishing in the darkness. Ukraine slowly got up on her shaky legs and grabbed at the grey door handle that led outside to the back part of the building. The burning sensation at the back of her neck had ceased.
"Disappointment."
She took a small glance outside at the thundering sky.
Please, someone, come soon and help my br- Leader.
"Hey! Hey~! Are you awake? I know you are~! Please Germany be awake I'm so sorry for trying to stab you! I wasn't me, you know! Please I'm sorry! I know we hit a rocky bump in our relationship but I hope we can still be-!"
"AGH! SHUT UP!" hissed Germany shoving the Italian off himself. The Italian stabilized himself on his feet and clasped his hands together in glee.
"Oh boy you're alright! For a second I thought that nasty hit in the head was going to leave you paralyzed or something!" cried Italy happily.
The German sat up from the medical bed he was placed in, still in his uniform, to his delightful surprise, and looked around to see France, Romano and Spain staring at him with mixed expressions.
"Finally you wake up. You know how long we've been waiting? We've got no time to waste you moron!" growled Romano looking like he wanted to choke the blond.
"Calm down Roma! SO, we see you're alright Germany. France is here to fill you in with-!"
"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!" screamed Germany in panic as he retreated as far as he could in his bed.
"Oui that hurts my feelings. I'm merely here to-"
"Not you Goldilocks, I mean HIM!" yelled Germany pointing accusingly at Italy, "he tried killing me and…oh my god…. Austria! Where is he? !" He glanced around expecting something till a clipboard made contact with his face.
"AGH what was that for?" he hissed in pain as he rubbed at his sore nose.
"SHH! Quiet fool! Austria is sleeping in the other side of those curtains! And don't make my ungrateful brother cry cause I'll never hear the end of it!" yelled Romano as Italy hid behind him.
Germany made a crooked face.
"Okay, what's going on? Italy was working for them and came at us with a knife and all! Why's he all nice?"
"That's what I'm here for. You see," France sat himself in the bed with Germany, placing his arm around the blond, "England and I came to kick butt. But America cheated and they all got away on a helicopter. Japan, Italy and Finland were able to escape from Russia during a confrontation. All of us are here, including China, to help you on your heroic mission. Also, we're being timed."
France pulled out the black wrist watch and hung it in front of the German's face.
"We've got three hours and twenty four minutes till some people start blowing up."
"WHAT? !"cried Germany.
"Russia said all the people he's controlled will die once this timer is on all zeros. Whether that is true or not we've got to hurry. Now that you're awake you can help us locate where they might have gone."
"H-how do you know all of this?"
"England and I looked over the cameras. He's with Finland right now planning contacting the police in this area to locate the helicopter. But with this storm brewing outside, I'm afraid it'll be harder than we thought."
Germany then glanced at Italy, who tried not to show he was a little frightened after the accusations.
"It's okay you moron. He's on our side, see here's the proof," Romano then turned Italy around and showed Germany his neck and the red marks he had sustained from the patch previously there.
"…..it's not that I'm uncomfortable with," he muttered. Their eyes widened at hearing a sneeze coming from behind a light green curtain separating Germany's bed with the other side of the room.
"Au-…Austria?"
The image of Prussia being yanked in the elevator flashed through his mind.
"Y-you guys didn't tell him did y-? !"
"He hasn't woken up. Japan is with him right now."
Italy looked away and walked up to the door.
"I-I'll be waiting outside," he mumbled.
"Wait, Italy," Germany mumbled as he straightened his uniform and on shaky legs stood up. He walked towards Italy and grabbed on the boy's shoulder.
"D-don't feel bad," he muttered remembering how Italy came at Austria and him with the knife, "you didn't mean to-"
"That's just it. I did," he replied with a low tone. He quietly opened the door and stepped out. After the noise of the clack, Germany turned to France, still sitting on his bed. The man was spinning his watch at the end of his finger, staring at it with a serious face as he did so.
"When they're under Russia's control, they are aware of what they're doing. Russia made it so they think everything they did was justified with past emotions. All of the people he's been controlling were under the impression that Russia would help them overcome their faults. In Italy's case it was his cowardness. It seems he was very hurt by the fact he couldn't do much for you because 'he was such a coward'. To prove himself he wasn't, he charged at you, ready to attack and show how fearful he can actually be."
Germany bit his lip. He had been terrified of the brunette.
"Of course, they were under the influence that what they weren't doing wasn't wrong. Even if they wanted to stop, they couldn't. "
"No, I don't buy that," said Germany. France looked up raising his brow.
"That is what Italy told me-"
"Forget what he told you. He was just frightened and in despair. He could only act like that to cover up for himself. I know so because I used to be under Russia's influence. Back when he was exploring the sciences and experimenting with these patches I was one of his first test subjects. But that was when they're influence was weak. Still…."
He turned to the curtain.
"….I don't know about Austria. He seemed to be on Russia's side at the last minute."
"Russia let Italy mess around; he used Austria for a while. He's fine right now though. Little Gilbird broke the remote and some of them were automatically released from control. "
-Knock Knock.-
Their heads turn to see England, Finland and China peak into the room.
"H-Hi Germany," said Finland greeting the man with a small wave of his hand. Germany waved back a little confused.
"We know where they went," said England as he raised a piece of paper.
Prussia's eyes shot open.
Black. All black.
He glanced around to see he was surrounded in darkness. He was tied up in a chair in the helicopter, his mouth gagged with a torn piece of his uniform. Outside the windows it was raining ferociously and thundering so loudly, or closely, that he felt his seat shake a little.
Did they leave me in here on purpose?
He began to pull at his arms, his wrists tied together from behind and his arms tied down, the rope very tight around his chest forcing him to sit up along with the chair.
Agh, it's no use.
He looked to his left to see the driver's seat and some plastic bags and containers sitting there.
Oh crap.
He began to struggle even more against the rope. He didn't know what were in those eerie packages but something told him he didn't want to know.
Why does that bastard want me? What's he going to use me for against West? Dammit I left Austria tied up like that! Great this is what I get for thinking being in the same building as that Russian bastard would be safe! Man, Specs better be alright or I'm going to punch myself!
Prussia bit at the piece of cloth, and finally pocked his tongue over it. He began to move it downwards little by little, his tongue beginning to get sore. Once he got it all the way down he began to pant.
"Ah…this is harder than they make it look in the movies."
He held his breath as a bright light shot across the sky he thought he was going to be hit by it.
"Shit," he whispered.
How are the others supposed to try rescuing me with this storm outside?
He began yanking even harder at the rope around his wrists.
I wonder if West was too scared to move and get me from Russia…..
The albino then relaxed his shoulders.
Did he let me get caught?
He shook his head.
No, West would never do that!
He continued to pull at his wrists. With the loud thunder outside and rain pounding ferociously at the black helicopter, Prussia was confident he was out here by himself…..so he thought.
" ! Alright!" he cheered as he pulled both arms from behind his back. He looked around the small helicopter again.
Wonder where Gilbird is….
He then began untying his legs from the chair. As he bent over he heard a small crack, like something hitting or possibly tapping at the outside of the helicopter.
Na…no way….
He nervously returned back to untying the ropes.
"Geez this is hard…"
Prussia stopped again hearing another crack.
It's just the rain. Maybe it started to hail! Yeah, that's it. Hail.
"-!"
"Huh?" Prussia glanced out the window. Being foggy from his warm breath, he began rubbing at it with his gloved hand. He heard something loud outside. Like a screech or a small cry. He couldn't really tell what it was.
He peaked out from the window in his right.
"Hmph. Nothing there-"
Suddenly a hand slapped on the window, blood sliming on it. Prussia retracted as far as he could in his seat in horror as the hand slid across the window, leaving a long stain of blood. Shaking, Prussia decided to peak again outside the window as the hand disappeared.
"What the hell…..," he uttered in a trembling voice. His head shot up as he heard something messing with the door handle.
Crap.
He began to panic and quickly untied the rest of the rope from his legs. He tried getting up, but forgetting the rope around his chest was still tied with the back of the leather seat he sat in.
Crap crap crap!
He tried untying it, reaching both hands behind his back to do so. The door handle from the inside kept moving, twisting right and left as if the person on the other side couldn't gather enough strength to completely open it. Prussia didn't let his eyes leave the handle as it twisted like that. He felt so scared, suspense building up in his stomach to the point he felt like he was going to throw up.
The door then slid open. Prussia's eyes widened to see America standing there, all of his clothes bloodied, especially his stomach. His eyes trembled as the blond, with a hunched over stance and hands grabbing at the helicopter's doorway for support only panted quietly.
"…..A-America….?" Is all Prussia could think of uttering.
The blond looked up at the albino. His expression was empty, his glasses smudged with blood, his blond hair sticking to his face and cold skin. He opened his mouth slowly.
"I'm dying," he uttered as he let the first half of his body fall on the metal floor.
" ? !"
America lied there, panting quietly as the previously wet and dirty floor of the helicopter made his cold face a little colder. His dirty hands clawed at the nearby seats as he then began to pull the other half of his body inside.
"Dying. Dying dying dying," he uttered repeatedly in a tired but robotic tone. It only made Prussia shiver in his seat as the man finally tossed his legs inside. He turned on his back, grabbing at his red stained shirt with a hand, the other closing the door. He then began to crawl on all fours to the seat next to the albino. He turned it around to face him and began looking through the packages and containers.
Prussia began to quietly untie his ropes again.
I've got to get out of here!
"Ugh."
Prussia stopped as he curiously glanced at America, who's back faced him. America took off his brown, wet jacket and stretched it over the leather seat. He then pulled his buttoned shirt up from in front only to wince in pain as the bloodied cloth hurt his gashes. The blonde began to unwrap the dirty bandages and gave a small yelp or growl every time he came close to his injury as he did so.
Oh god…
America began to dab and drop mounds of hand towels and napkins he clutched ferociously for. He winced every time he touched at the gash he had made by stabbing at himself thanks to Russia. The gash coincidently was in the same area as where he had been shot earlier that day.
After dabbing away at pus and dried blood, he began to wrap new bandages around his stomach and re-buttoned the white shirt on. He quietly sat in the seat besides Prussia's as he lied back and relaxed as he dried his face and hair.
"It's turning purple. I don't know if that's bad," muttered America as he turned to Prussia with an emotionless gaze, "I don't know how longer I should be alive to serve Leader."
"Why….why are you hurt?"
"I got shot by Finland. And stabbed myself because Russia needed me to, and," he then pulled something shiny and sharp from his brown bomber jacket and pointed the end of a knife to Prussia's neck, " if you do anything stupid I'll kill you without a second thought."
A/N: Well, here we are, the last chapter coming up. I was very committed to tying it up at fourteen chapters so sorry I dumped so much in this chapter (40 pages =.= gosh I hope I didn't let any mistakes fly by me). Thank you for those who've read up this far (personally none of this was never my intention, it was supposed to be just a usual SveFin mushy story, and somehow...THIS happened (somehow ^.^).
Well, I'm glad lots of people think it's interesting. Sorry if I rambled on too much! I tend to do that... ^v^u
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