Chapter 17
Canada's POV
I shifted my weight uncomfortably as everyone watched me. The sword felt oddly heavier in my hands. Ukraine stood in front of me, her eyes staring blankly at me, I felt hesitant to do anything, too afraid to hurt her. I knew it was wrong but I still cared for her, it terrified me to think that this might hurt her in anyway. I know it took me forever to convince everyone to allow me to do this, but if I was wrong, if everything Inca, Maya and Aztec told me was a lie, everyone was sure to see it, and Russia was sure to kill me for my mistake.
"Well, get on with it," Russia said rushing me. I stood there still nervous, but, my hands wrapped tightly around the sword, I could feel the power radiating off of it. I raised the sword in front of me in attack position. Ukraine tilted her head slightly as the light gleamed off of my blade.
"Ukraine," I whispered under my breath. "I'm-I'm sorry if I hurt you, I have no right to cause you any more pain." I closed my eyes tightly and stroked the air in front of me, I felt as the blade then cut in to her body, slicing through her skin and muscles to the deep inside of her, I opened my eyes and saw that the sword had hit her right in her chest, avoiding her tracks of land and right in the place where her heart was. I wait for something, anything, but the air became still, there wasn't a sound anywhere, and not a single person was breathing. Russia broke the silence and stepped forward.
"See, you have proved us right, your sword didn't work, now I can kill you, da," Russia said and as he took another step towards me I saw as a bright light then filled the room. It was bright and blinding, but at the same time breathtakingly beautiful. It was clear to see that the light was shining from Ukraine's chest, the place where the sword laid. I watched in amazement wondering what exactly was going on, when I saw as the sword began to shake in its place coming loose, coming free, and then without warning the sword went flying back, knocking into my body sending it flying back. My body fell to the ground sliding against the smooth tile floor, I started to sit up, and see what was happening to Ukraine when I felt an excruciating pain in my chest. I felt like my heart or even soul was being ripped right out of my chest and body. I screamed in pain, not completely sure what was happening, I saw as the same white light then shined from my chest as I felt it rip open, along with the other recently stitched wounds covering my body. I saw as then ascending into the white light a wonderful light magenta colored ball of light, which was then ripped from my chest, I felt my body cling to it as it forced its way out, causing even more pain. I felt a sudden sense of release as the soul finally broke free, and then a sense of absence as I gazed at it from where I lay on the ground. The soul just floated there, standing in the still air, and then without warning it took flight, and flew without hesitation in to Ukraine. I gasped at the blinding light finally disappeared leaving a strange dark feeling in the room. I saw Ukraine, she was still standing, as her legs began to waver, her eyes narrowed and close, and her body then fell, she fainted. I got to my feet and ran as fast as my still aching body could carry me. I would not allow her to fall yet again. My arms locked around her, just in time, I saw as her eyes opened slightly as she gazed at me. The color in her eyes struck me, blue, the wonderful sapphire blue they used to be, the beautiful color I had fallen in love with. Her hair was no longer a pale color, but back to the color of wheat, and her skin, while still flushed looked more of a healthy color; her lips were a wonderful shell pink pulled into a smile.
"M-Matvey," she whispered before her eyes closed again and her body became limp, she fainted. I didn't care that she was unconscious, or that everyone was watching us, I pulled her close to my body and kissed her forehead, she was back, she was really back, she was no longer a soulless being, she was back to the way she used to be! My eyes overfilled with joy, and tears showered us where we sat on the tile floor.
Hungary's POV
xX(Time Skip) Xx
I sat in the smoke filled room, tears streaking my face, he-he had come here, he was here, and he was going to kill us. I gazed at where Austria's body laid from the door way, under his favorite piano in a pool of his own blood, his house surrounded him in flames, I feared that if I were not killed that I may just burn to death, the walls of fire were cutting off all exits. My eyes could not move from the place where his body was. My, dear Mr. Austria, my dear friend, his body laid there, under that instrument he loved so much, I couldn't tell if he were alive or dead, but I knew that he would soon meet his fate.
"Elizabeta," his deadly voice called in a way that child would while playing a game of hide and seek. "Come out; come out where ever you are." I squeezed my legs against my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I muffled my whimpers of fear with the fabric of my dress. I held my breath as best as I could, trying to be silent, I couldn't let him find me, I couldn't let him take me. I would not allow him to take control of my body and steal my soul! I saw as his shadowy figure loomed in front of the door of the room I was hiding in, the door was open just a crack, but I knew then that it was enough for him to see me. He chuckled darkly. "Elizabeta, you bad girl, you know it is impolite to hide from guests," America said as he walked in to the room, the sword in his hand gleamed from the light of the fire, and crimson liquid cover the tip, blood, Austria's blood. He started to walk towards me and then my screams filled the room
"PLEASE MR. AMERICA, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE, I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WISH, JUST PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY SOUL!"I yelled at the top of my lungs, "PLEASE JUST, PLEASE SHOW SOME MERCY!" His smile only seemed to grow with my pleas. He moved deliberate and slow as if he was taking in the moment, memorizing everything as if this would become one of his treasured memories. The way his eyes were glowing, cornflower blue were wild and insane; they reminded me of those of a serial killer. The way his smile wrapped around his teeth looked as if he were hiding fangs, he scared me to my core, and his appearance screamed of nothing but a monster.
"But what would be the fun in all of that if I just simply let you go, I've heard you were quite a warrior back in the age of your youth, you will be a wonderful tool to use, let's just hope marriage hasn't soften you up," He said, the vicious smile still on his face. He stopped in front of me now, his eyes judging, taking my appearance in. He stopped and reached down to touch my face; his fingers taking hold of the tears the fell from my eyes and streaked down my cheeks. "Tsk, tsk, tsk you're crying, a real warrior never sheds tears, looks like I'll need to whip you back in to shape." He raised the sword over his head getting ready to strike, his eyes now burning, I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see as death came to claim me. As I heard the sword cutting through the air I heard mixture of other sounds, one I quickly recognized as my own screaming, but the others were odd to me, one seemed like the cries of someone else, someone very familiar, and the other was the sound of metal cutting through flesh and fabric, yet I felt no pain or wounds, I was not hit, but what was the source of that sound? I opened my eyes to see a body thrown in front of me. I couldn't see his face, but I easily recognized him by his snow white hair. It was Prussia, Gilbert had thrown himself in front of the blade, and he protected me, but why?
"PLEASE," he said. "Don't take her! Don't kill her! She doesn't deserve this, if you want someone to kill, then kill me instead!" he demanded.
"G-Gilbert, w-what are you," I started to say, but he continued to shout at America, ignoring me.
"Please, if you want to take someone's soul then take mine, just let her live!" He shouted. I saw then that he held the tip of the sword in his bloody gloved hand.
America looked down at him surprised. "You are offering your soul in the place of hers?" he asked.
"Yeah, just let her go, you can turn me into one of your soulless monsters just let her go free," Prussia pleaded.
America smiled and the lowered the gun, and Prussia and I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed both of us didn't believe it would actually work, I took Gilbert's other hand in mine.
"Please," I whispered under my breath. "You need to run, please, just run and get out of here." He looked back at me, his wonderful red eyes meeting mine, but he didn't make any effort to move. The room was silent; the only sound audible was the sound of the crackling fire as the house continued to burn. America broke the silence though with his laughter, I watched as his other hand reached in to his jacket and pulled something out from his pocket, I couldn't see what it was, but I felt Prussia push me further behind him.
"Sorry Prussia," America said as heard him load sounded like a gun, "It's very noble for you to want to sacrifice yourself in the place of someone you love, but I make no substitutions, especially to men who have no land to offer. I'm afraid you are of no use to me." I saw him lift the gun to Prussia's head, "So I will have to eliminate you." He did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and then a loud sound filled my ears. Prussia's eyes widen for a split second and then his body fell on me, I took his now bloody head in to my lap, seeing him like this, it was heartbreaking to see him like this, my old childhood friend, the man I had at one point loved, and the only man I could ever really be myself with, he was dead, it seemed impossible to process in my mind, yet I couldn't stop myself from lowering my face to his blood soaked hair and crying into, he couldn't be dead he just couldn't, there had to be a way to bring him back. The alliance was working on a way to bring the servants back; maybe they could find a way to save him as well. I tried and tried to convince myself that this was reversible, but I knew in my hair that he was dead, and death is the only thing in life that can never be undone. I cried and sobbed with Prussia in my arms, so hard that I didn't even notice when America used his sword on me, death hurt but not as much as know your one true love was truly gone.
Hey guys i just felt really creative this week, and decided to update twice this week, i don't think i have done this since i started this story :) so it's been a good week, also i kind of got some writer's block at the end of the chapter, and if you haven't figured it out already my go to thing is always to kill somone, and hey it actually worked out this time! Anyway i was really excited about posting this chapter so please review and tell me what you think~! I really love your feedback~!