Chapter 10:reunions and resolutions and solutions
For a moment all four stood looking at each other trying to comprehend what the heck was happening. Finally Mathew pulled himself off the floor his arm swaying limply.
"You guys run!" neither made any move to and Britain who had been vividly staring at France shook his head and with a wave of his hand slammed the door shut.
"none of you are going anywhere~ you've all seen too much," Britain cooed strolling towards France who still looked like someone had slapped him in the face. Prussia scowled pulling out a knife that was in his belt buckle. He stepped in front of France who now had tears filling in his eyes and was shaking himself him too pulling a knife from his boot and sidestepping till he stood in front of Mathew. turning to him and saying in a serious voice not at all like him.
"son…..I know I've been a jerkish father…..I never expect you to forgive me but I'm here now…..and whatever that thing is it's not your dad…..I won't let it lay a hand on you, do you hear me?" Canada nodded in response peaking around his father at Prussia. He was standing there Britain snarling at him and the two somehow both had knifes and were staring each other down. Prussia had rotated so he was blocking both Canada and his father.
"This is ridiculous I have no quarrel with you lad now move!" with that Britain clicked his fingers and Prussia flew into the wall with a sickening thump crashing to the floor. France stepped forwards more till his and Britain's faces were inches away. If there had been hatred on Prussia's face it was nothing compared to France's that was now twisted in a horrible scowl mixed with pain and sorrow confronting his husband.
"who are you?," france asked his defeated father and ashamed man act long replaced by instinct and a once was pirate's drive.
"why Francis don't you recognize your husband," frowned Britain bringing his knife and gently laying it on France's neck as Francis mirrored this movement bringing his own blade against Britain's throat both there eyes blazing.
"I do…and you are not Arthur," both evenly matched they leaped apart in unison their blades crashing together each standing their ground. Then again and again a song of metal lighting the room with each failed blow and parry. Finally a slip of silver changed to red and then red again France lost his footing and stumbled back against the table Britain leaped on top of him like a cat. Both in a compromising position they threw their knives at each other each deflecting the others then knives forgotten fists went flying adding a beat to the rock radio blaring, and the unheard over the sounds, cries of the prisoner in the basement. Then another crash as the door came down matched in time as the table crumpled. A disheveled America entered the scene piece of glass held up ready to gain glory. However another scene was being painted one of a broken table and a mad man on top of a Frenchman both clawing the other like animals, one of his brother watching horror stricken eyes sunken and kneeling next to a familiar Prussian who lay out cold in his brother's lap. Fury confusion anger rumbled in the American's stomach but he was unable to stay though he would have liked nothing more than to take over for his quickly slowing down father, for his fists to be contacting the monster's skin. But America had another job to do, one placed on a gamble one that if could work would save them all. As he ran up the stairs Francis flipped Britain over now the one on top.
"Come now Britain you should know I wear the pants~" he sneered coolly slamming the British man's head not once but twice into the rumble of the once nice oak table. As America threw books from his dad's bookshelf France raked his nails down the British man's face making him howl like a wounded animal. As America found the right book the one his father had shoved in his face showing Alfred the big page screaming,"You can't even conjure water with magic do you think you could do this! The answer is no that's why you never practice magic without me lad!", France was reaching for his knife stretching slightly even though the British man made no move to fight back both his eyes showing nothing but white. As America raced down stairs as fast as he could go jumping down the last 6 steps almost falling on his face, France raised his knife high in the air looking pained but resigned as Mathew watched horrified unsure what to say or think the knocked out Prussia still on his lap.
"I used to know you but I can't love this man you are now…..I'm sure your not my Aurthur…..you used magic on are son…..your dangerous and therefore….." a scream tore through the air who it came from no one knew maybe from all of them maybe it was there souls all screaming in unison so it could be heard for a moment but whatever it was it tore from them as France plunged the knife down and America reached the room they all were in yelling "STOP!"
Dear readers: wow you must absolutely hate me! ahh how I love writing cliff hangers…hate reading them however so I have felt your pain. Besides there's a method to my madness I assure you …unless there isn't and I'm just insane. However whatever it is you all seem to be enjoying the story which I honestly didn't think would get this many reviews! I'm thrilled to announce we're less than 50 views away from reaching 1000 views! Now maybe this isn't a lot but to me this is a huge accomplish and it's only fair to reward such huge accomplishes. So if we reach 1000 views you all can leave a comment and tell me what pairing you want to see, now it doesn't have to be the character's so far although if it is the scene will most likely be longer, but if you want a paring of characters not yet in the story I can do that for you. Believe me there's upcoming chapters I can make just about everything work, I only ask whatever pairings you suggest you don't include Russia and the Baltics, no I'm not just saying this to be mean there's a legitimate reason why and if your pairing includes the 2ps you may have to wait awhile. However there you have it my next chapter I'm writing right now and should post by Monday so you have till then to give me as many pairings as you want and the one with the most votes will get a special scene in the fan fiction. I once again thank all my readers and especially those who have favorite, followed, and or reviewed this fan fic. A quick reminder that I don't own hetalia or the characters and with that I leave you all to think about what pairing you want;)!