The Mistakes We Have Made (discontinued)

by MWmaple93

When he left he didn't expect for something like this to happen.he didn't expect such a disastrous thing to be his fault. of course if it wasn't for Russia there would be no problem. he swore to change it to protect his family but mostly his dear brother. he wouldn't let something bad happen ever again. to bad that's a hard thing to promise. RATED T FOR VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL THEMES

13. Chapter11 tornadoes and goo

chapter 11: magical tornadoes and black goo

France looked up his eyes searching and hopping but also judgmental and critical. "Alfred…t…..this man….this thing he…."

"I know what he did but it's not Arthur. he's been possessed it's not him…..it can't be," And with that Alfred opened the page and began chanting.

At first Alfred began to fear he was wrong…..Arthur still lay there smirking at Alfred, taunting him, and Alfred began to doubt if he had been right or if perhaps the spell was to advanced for him.

But then Arthur began flailing, a terrible sound coming from inside him and Alfred was filled with determination to finish that wretched creature once and for all. France held down Arthur and Gilbert regained consciousness, Canada helping him sit up straight and grasping each other's hands they watched the scene unfold.

Alfred was becoming exhausted by the spell and lack of sleep he sunk to his knees and his voice feel to a whisper as he uttered the last line of the spell and Britain went still as America collapsed on the ground. For a second all was calm the atmosphere seemed to become more peaceful and those still conscious let out a long held in sigh.

"He did it….he really did!" France cried turning his attention to the slack Britain underneath him.

"Arthur…..." Francis whispered leaning in closer and gently shaking the still man. "Are you alright?" For a second there was no reply and the tranquility was replaced by worry.

Then a hand shot up and found Francis throat squeezing it tightly as Britain stood up dangling Francis by his throat then throwing him aside his eyes blazing once more. Thick, black goo poured from his nostrils and eyes as he rounded on the unconscious Alfred his voice a howl of agony and rage.

"WEAK…YOUR MAGIC IS NOT ENOUGH TO DESTROY ME! NOW YOU WILL WRITHE UNDER MY FEET AND PAY!" Arthur screamed the force behind his voice causing the radio to catch on fire and the windows to shatter a gust of wind from nowhere picking up sending utensils and papers flying forming together into a tornado.

Arthur gestured to America and the tornado launched towards him inching ever closer, slowly, almost gracefully, a spectacular sight if not for the fact it would mean immediate death for the young country.

Arthur laughed loudly then howled in pain and laughed again more black goo now pouring out his mouth making his speech almost incoherent.

The tornado faltered and Arthur fell back on top of Canada who had rushed forward grabbed Britain and pulled him back with him. As he hopped Britain now turned on the Canadian who scrambled out from under the black goo dripping monster backing him into the cupboards scrambling for any sort of weapon.

"YOUSH ALWAYSH HASH BEEN A BAD BOY! FINE HASH IT YOURSH WAY ILL SSIMPLE KILLSH YOU FRIST!" Arthur shouted as he raised his hand causing a single knife to rise from the whirling tornado, now a pile of junk, and at an incredible speed shoot straight at Canada.

There was a disgusting squelchas blood splattered everywhere stabbed Prussia in the chest. Mathew's mouth opened in shock as the Prussian collapsed in front of him. A fire burned in the Canadians chest as he ran at Arthur whose mouth was twisted into a cruel grin.

He opened his arms as if to hug him but Mathew hurtled over his head collapsing next to Alfred and wrenching the book from his hands. Again the spell was uttered.

At first Arthur brought forth another tornado but as Mathew continued it faltered then died the object collapsing on top of the two brothers, but Mathew read on, black clouding his vision as he struggled to finish the last sentence and hearing a scream figured he had either succeeded or they would die, fell on top of his brother and let darkness as black as the goo exploding from the creature wash over him.

Note: wow! its been a long time I'm happy to be back and i apologize profusely for my long uncalled for leave. i wont bore you with excuses but do know Ive already written 4 more chapters I will upload soon and i hope you will continue reading and reviewing because i appreciate it all immensely! and sense its been awhile i dont own hetalia or the world or anything really oh and there will be AmeCan as it was the winner of the competition (i did not forget!) so look forward to progress in that as well^^'