I'd like to teach the world to sing,
in perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms
and keep it company
World meetings were an interesting thing. This time, it was unusually quiet. The North American brother's sat grinning blankly in front of them, holding each other's hands. Feliciano was sitting side saddled in Lovino's lap, hands intertwined as well, snuggling. Though the younger of the two's eyes were open, but narrowed, an and unsettling smirk graced his lips. The three Baltics were pressed up to each other, watching everyone else tentatively. The Asians sat in a clumped family, Yao smiling with a young Hong Kong on his lap whose icy eyes bore holes into England. Im Yong Soo was snuggled up to Yao's chest and Japan neatly sat by his side. The Krauts (Germany, Prussia, Austria, and Switzerland) were tight knit as well. Gilbert and Vash clinging to Austria while the brothers sat very cloths to one another. Arthur and Francis sat obediently next to each other, not saying a word. Russia just kept on smiling his baby-faced smile..
tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock
That infernal clock. Ticking away time. Time for what though? It could be a host of different things at this point. But everyone was at a stand still, nobody dared move. Obviously, the time ticking away meant nothing. The clock may as well have stopped on all of them, rendering them frozen in place forever. Were they? Was this English magic gone awry? Possibly this wasn't even reality. The only thing that made it so was..
tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock
That infernal clock. But, oh? Something was happening. All that happened was the Frenchman in his seat sneezed. That's all. But the reaction from that little sneeze was large. Gun shot by Vash and Feliciano, which caused the Frenchman to duck. Everyone then got up at once. Silence and stillness again until the North American brother's loud laugh broke it, and started a whole new thing. The blonde twins laughed, switching out their blades as they violently attacked the communists. This in turn made Russia take out his tap and Yao brought out his wok, instantly fighting back. This made the other Asian's give Yao backup as well.
The Italians went after the German brothers, and eventually the whole world was fighting. One huge mess of laughs and cuts, gun fires and blood. All except for one nation. Spain sat there quietly, watching all of them. Watching the blood stain the floors and walls...splattering on windows. Bodies drop and insult slings. Psychotic laughter's, slaughters. He watched it all, and he didn't do a thing. He then watched his Lovino take on Ludwig. Ah, what a beautiful sight that was. He couldn't help but smile wider, watching the exotic dance go on. Both had knives and dodged and swayed in very elegant ways. Of course Lovino looked beautiful, he was smiling wide and laughing. Spain didn't get to see that often.
Then Antonio observed Feliciano and Gilbert. Feliciano was limber and stealthy in his movements while Gilbert was very brute and stiff. Still, both worked, but Gilbert seemed to be getting the worse end of it. He was bleeding in multiple places...and his face was serious and rather pissed off. Though he would be too if he was getting his ass handed to him by an Italian. Spain just laughed to himself and looked around. Well, Ivan went down, hard. He was missing an arm...oh, and a head for that matter too. He looked up to see none other than Raivis holding up his head in victory. His makeshift family cheering for the younger, all splattered in blood. Ah, they seemed so happy, not trembling at all. That was nice, really nice actually. He couldn't help but giggle a little, so sweet!
He soon turned his attention to the North American brothers. Their hands where still tightly gripped together as they fought their own parents. But it wasn't just Matthew fighting England, but also Li (Hong Kong). England didn't really stand much of a chance. Ah, family feuds where so sad sometimes. But it was good to let your feelings out! Antonio laughed softly as he saw Matthew smack Arthur with his favourite hockey stick and put a gash in his head. Li was collaborating with his own wok, like his Mama, and smacked him with it as well, causing him to fall instantly. Both of his children growled as they beat Arthur until blood started pouring out of his mouth...skull cracking in places...
But Alfred and Francis' fight was very simple. It seemed as though Alfred was taking the Frenchman down very easily. The American couldn't help but laugh brightly, ripping out every strand of hair on his whole head, laughing brightly as blood leaked out with each yank. It was so much fun~! Antonio figured that Alfred must have had a good reason! Or they were just playing. Either way it was happening, and Spain was watching eagerly.
But one by one, Spain watched as people were murdered while only a few staid standing. They had no drive to fight each other...There were three Baltics left, the small family spending time together. Marveling in what their little Latvia did to the mighty Russian. The Italian and North American twins were left...and Ludwig. That was it, except Spain of course. The Spanish man scooped Lovino in his arms and snuggled him,
"Ah Nino~" he purred softly, snuggling him, "You're so beautiful when you do that!" Antonio cooed as he rubbed his happy Lovino. The Italian kept on grinning, still on his psychotic high, "Te amo~" he mewled. Lovino laughed,
"Ti amo~" he mewled back.
I'd like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills;
"Ah, peace throughout the land"
Um..wow erm...this is Paint It Red...or, World Rage. I decided to write a story were EVERYONE- so far- snaps! Um...yay? I don't know how to handle this.
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