Guys, I'm really sorry T.T
I had a massif writer's block over the holiday, and when that went away when college started so did my free time T.T
But here it is. I hope you all like it.
"England" at England his mansion in Booker, at the west of London, can be heard a scream of terror.
The door of the basement is slammed open revealing a fuming Prussia "What the hell happened to Spain and Romano?"
Arthur shoots Gilbert a glare, annoyed with the retired nation already "get out of my house"
"Not until you tell me what happened to them" Gilbert roars back walking down the stairs of the basement.
"Get bloody out of my house" England stops with his research, planning on throwing the albino out himself.
"What happened to Spain and Romano" Prussia so what screams in England his face, demanding an answer.
"That is none of your business" England tries to shove Prussia back up the stairs but has little luck, he can't even get Gilbert up the first step.
Gilbert is determent to get an answer and won't go away until he has it. "It is my business, Spain and France are my best buds, the same goes for Romano"
"Since when have you and Romano been best buds, as far as I can see he hates you" England returns trying to change the subject and to get the albino out.
"Since forever, nobody can resist my awesomeness" Prussia boost.
"Idot" England mutters under his breath.
"Now tell me what happened to them!" Prussia effectively stays in place, taking back his serious attitude.
"No" Arthur growls back angering the Prussian.
Gilbert grabs Arthur by his collar lifting him up by a few inches "Tell me what happened" Gilbert demands, voice filled with authority, like back in the day when he still was a powerful, feared empire. Eyes burning with anger, determination, authority and power.
England recognizes this look, having seen it many times in his and others their eyes. But he still wants the albino out of his house, not wanting his pride to be hurt.
England glares fierce full back making Prussia grab his collar tighter, drawing their faces closer and closer.
"No" Arthur looks irritated into Gilbert his eyes without fear.
Unlucky for him thou, Gilbert doesn't really appreciate this, growing more annoyed, anger flaring up. Prussia throws England into a bookcase to the right with great force, not letting go "Verdammt, stop being so thick headed" [Dammit]
Arthur tries to look Gilbert in the eyes with difficulty, he can feel a bump forming at the back of his head and his back hurts like hell. He tries to search for an opening, not wanting it to end like this. 'If that git wants a fight that he will get one'
England hits Prussia in the chest which pushing him away. Prussia lets go of England and takes a few steps back getting into a fighting stand 'guess we have to do it the hard way'
Prussia is the first one to make a move, aiming a punch at England his face, which he dodges. England returns with a straight punch for the stomach. Prussia blocks it and goes for a right hook, this one is block and countered with a left hook. Gilbert block this one too before moving back 'This is getting nowhere, I can't find an opening'
Arthur seems to have the same problem 'no way that he sits around all day sleeping and playing games with reflexes like that'
This time it's England who attacks first with a right punch for the face. Instead of just blocking the blow, Prussia holds the arm in a firm grip, using it to throw England over his shoulder. England makes sure to break his fall with his free arm, keeping the damage to a minimum. Prussia sends a kick toward England leaving no time for England to recover, but England doesn't need that and blocks Prussia his attack.
Arthur immediately tries to kick Gilbert his feet from underneath him. Gilbert jumps out of the way, coming back with a powerful punch from above since Arthur is still low on the ground. Arthur blocks the attack from above with his arms. Seeing that his attack fails, Gilbert moves back again for a second to come back with a low kick. Arthur jumps backwards and stands up to his full high again.
Neither one of them wants to give in and both seems to be equal when it comes to power and speed.
Prussia's anger seems to build up during the fight becoming fiercer throughout the battle but not losing his cool.
England feels this and goes more for the dodging than blocking, feeling bruises from all over his arms. But the fierce style also gives him opening, but Gilbert seems calm enough to defend properly.
The fight goes back and forth, the end still seems far away.
After some time it becomes clear that the ex-nation his stamina is far greater than that of the island-nation.
England starts to get out of breach and is starting to slow down while Prussia seems to have no problem.
Gilbert sends a fast kick Arthur his way hitting him in the left side. Arthur is fast enough to block it with his arms protecting his left mid-section, but the force of the kick sends him flying into the bookcase.
Prussia doesn't meet a beat and sends his fist toward England his face who can just in time block it with his arms.
Gilbert has a cold, emotionless, but intimidating look in his eyes, sending shivers down Arthur is spine. Not that Arthur will show it, he glares annoyed, but pained back at the albino, not planning on giving up.
The ex-nation takes this a challenge, punch with all his power into Arthur, who is still protecting himself with his arms but the force of the punch is to great, punching all the air out of him, sending Arthur even more into the bookcase which he is up against and damaging his arms so that they hurt too much to use for blocking. Arthur his rib cage hurt like hell and he coughs up blood but doesn't back down. The blond tries to look up into Gilbert his cold eyes.
The albino grabs Arthur his collars, which has no power left to stop him, while his arms hang lifelessly next to his body.
The two of then stare into each other's eyes for a second before Gilbert delivers the final punch, effectively knocking Arthur out.
Prussia lets go of Arthur who falls limply on the floor, using his right hand to remove some blood from the left corner of his mouth.
Both nations have bruises all over their bodies. Prussia has a back eyes, dislocated left shoulder and blood all over him.
England isn't much better, knocked out on the floor, he too is covert in blood, his right ribcage is broken, lip broken, and both arms render useless for a couple of hours.
The ex-nation finally seems to get back to his senses, calming down now that he fight is over, adrenaline leaving his body. He falls to his knees next to England grabbing his left shoulder, pain finally catching up with him. "Scheiße, ich bin zu weit gegangen" [Shit, I went to far]
Picking himself up, Prussia start to carry England and himself up the stairs, hoping to find some first –aid kit to tend to both of them.
England slowly and painly opens his eyes, mind fogged. He looks around not remembering what happens 'Why am I in my room?'
England tries to remember what happened but his head is killing him, not helping in remembering. That is until he spots Gilbert on a chair not too far from where he is himself. Memories of the event flow back into his mind, not helping with the pain. 'Perfect he will never let me live that down'
Gilbert looks up from tending to his dislocated shoulder to Arthur noticing that he has woken up "Finally you're awake"
Arthur glares displeased back "And who fault is this in the first please!?" sounding more like a demand and clarification than a question.
"Yours" Prussia glares back, not pleased at all "Now tell what happened to Spain and Romano"
England opens his mouth to tell Prussia off but remembers the fight and the way his whole body is hurting and decides against it, closing his mouth again.
"Now?" Gilbert doesn't seem to have much patients, being fed up with the Britain.
Arthur debates for a few more seconds with himself if he should tell the Prussian man or not.
In the end he settles for speaking, not wanting any more injuries than he already has "They traveled back in time"
"They what?!" Prussia doesn't seem to believe England.
"Traveled back in time, you wanker" England snaps back annoyed.
The albino doesn't say anything this time and is completely silent, eyes wide before closing them after a few seconds, deeply in thought. "So unawesome"
Arthur growls, irritated with the whole situation. He tries to get up but that proves difficult with his damaged arms which he can't use for support, not that the rest of his body is feeling much better.
"Take me to them" Prussia suddenly says after a few minutes of silent.
"What" England snaps his head in Prussia his direction, not sure if he heard him right.
"You heard me, take me to them" Prussia demands, looking determent into England his eyes.
"No way" England snaps back, not wanting to deal with the Prussian any further.
"Yes you will" Prussia stands up, walking over to England, cracking his knuckles, eyes fierce and cold.
The island-nation gulps, not liking that look one bit, especially not in the position he is in now.
Gilbert hauls his fist behind his head, ready to lung forward.
"Fine" England doesn't look Prussia in the eyes, feeling as if his pride can't be damaged more than that it is now.
Gilbert calms down and brings his arms down "When"
"The day after tomorrow" Arthur still doesn't look in Gilbert his direction, finding the wall utterly fascinating "and bring clothes from the 16e sentry"
The ex-nation just nodes curtly before leaving the island-nation behind, having what he came fore.
I hope it wasn't too bad ^.^'
I've never written such a 'long' fighting scene, but I hope it worked out. And nope I still don't have a beta :(
As for why they both acted that way. I don't think England is OOC for most people but Prussia might be in your eyes. Let me explain myself. I first wanted to go for his goofy side, and of course having him say the word awesome a lot, but I didn't find that fit the plot and England his character. I think that England wouldn't have given in to just some cocky guy even if it is Prussia, I find it much more realistic if they had a fight. I also have this headcanon that Prussia wears a mask of awesomeness, not that he isn't awesome, but when he is serious he doesn't proclaim it so often. I tried to portrait his more serious, intimidating, military side. The reason that he doesn't grim, smirk or devilish smiles is also because I wanted him to be serious and partly angry and irritated, not cocky and teasing. He is angry at England for not telling, wanting to know. He's not teasing the information out of him, he demanding/beating it out of him.