Hi guys. I'm early! I feel really bad as i sort of rushed my friend as i was excited, I finished the next chapter, which is freaking long. i want to put that one up quickly but i needed this one first. Thank you Rosey and sorry for rushing you
My time in spain is nearly drawing to an end, but hey I've got a tan:)
any way here you go
Arthur didn't particularly care that Francis was being thrown out of the conference room, or that America had fallen over as he stepped back from the Briton. A part of his mind did wonder how Germany and America had managed to get to the fighting pair with their shoelaces tied together, maybe they had just leapt.
The Englishman also ignored the nations attempting to talk to him, he didn't realise that Japan had escorted him back to his chair. He didn't take notice of the weary looks that he was receiving from several nations, or the worried ones from Ireland, Norway and Romania.
Seeing how out of character the Englishman was acting, Prussia quickly scanned the room to see what was wrong. The Prussian found out rather quickly when he saw the hungry looks on the ghosts' faces.
A few of the countries had a 'guardian' ghost watching over their nation, preventing them from being possessed, France was being protected by Joan of Arc. Norway and Romania where muttering quick spells, though they weren't very strong as they didn't have any of the equipment required to perform the strong spells. Belarus was giving any phantom that approached her brother the death glare, causing them to back off.
Ireland watched his brother with unease, something bad was going to happen, and he knew that England was going to be involved. He gave the Prussian a hopeful look, silently communicating that he better help the Englishman.
"Oi Arthur, are ye ok lad. 'Member that I'm 'ere with ye and I'll help ye protect everyone ye ken." Prussia attempted to cheer up the panicked nation, the accent normally did the trick, but even with the aid of Minty and Sunbeam, they couldn't calm the Brit. They all backed off when the blonde suddenly went tense. Incredibly tense.
Emerald eyes were wide with a horrified look and his skin turned snowy white. His teeth were clamped together and his hands were clenched tightly, gripping on to his trousers. Gilbert had to watch the nation closely to make sure he was still breathing - he was, barely.
"That fucker isn't meant to be here anymore." Arthur whispered in disbelief, too shocked to do anything but watch the murderous looking ghost merging with the Chinese nation.
Not wanting to waste any vital time, England turned to face the Prussian. "Take over my body and act as if everything is normal." The Briton snapped.
The Prussian was astonished but didn't have any time to react as England's body suddenly went limp, his emerald eyes became a dull grey as his soul left his body. Prussia almost screamed in shock as he watched the Englishman's soul enter China's body. It was only when Sunbeam kicked him in the back of the head that he turned his attention back to England's body. With Arthur's words finally sinking in, Gilbert took a deep breath and dived into the island nation's body.
Immediately the blonde's body straightened and blinked a few times, his emerald eyes now a deep crimson. Feeling extremely freaked out, it took Gilbert a while to hear Japan ask him a question. It felt as if he was a puppeteer, but instead of pulling strings, he was inside it.
"England-san? England-san? Arthur-san, are you ok? You don't seem quite yourself today." The Japanese nation's usually unreadable eyes held a hint of concern in them, meaning that the nation must really be worried about the Englishman.
"Oh yeah, I'm awesome. Don't worry about me." The Prussian spoke but it was England's voice that left his lips, not Prussia's. Finding this new discovery quite interesting and creepy - speaking with someone else's voice unintentionally was strange after all - he didn't notice the concern in Japan's eyes grow.
"Awesome?" Japan asked slowly, something was definitely wrong with his friend, England did not say the word awesome. This of course caught the attention of various other nations - those who were close to the Englishman and the past colonies.
Each of them looked worriedly at each other and at the Briton, all except Ireland who was glaring at the blonde. The Irishman had seen the ghost take over his brother's body as his soul left and entered China's, who was currently very still with a distant look on his face.
The Irishman cursed at the Prussian's stupidity for not acting like England, bringing attention to himself which would make it even harder for him. This is why he mainly left England to deal with the ghosts, they could be so hard to work with.
"You are going to need to act like Arthur, some of the nations are becoming worried. It is easier for ghosts to possess people when they are confused, worried, angry or scared." Minty explained calmly, still resting on top of the Englishman/Prussian's head, Sunbeam sitting on top of Minty's.
"Yeah Ig, you ok man? I mean, ya never say awesome. I even woke up this morning with the words 'I'm not awesome', which I totally am, on my forehead this morning. Don't even try dude and say that it wasn't you, who else woulda done it?"
Thinking quickly of something to say that would sound like Arthur, Gilbert internally panicked but tried to keep his (Arthur's) face neutral. "I don't know what you are talking about America, as if I would do something as childish as that. Maybe it was that ghost that you were so terrified of last night, so much that you started crying."
"WHAT!? I didn't cry! I'm the hero, and heros don't cry." America laughed nervously, causing the Prussian/Englishman to smirk. Ireland even relaxed a little, happy that the ghost had managed to fool everyone, and pretty well.
"Oh please, you were in tatters. Or does 'The ghost crap totally freaked me out and I don't want to stay by myself in your creepy house', not sound familiar to you." The Briton looked full of himself as he imitated the American. This caused everyone's jaws to drop.
"Dude, you sounded just like me!"
"Who else can you do England-san?"
"Ve~ do me."
"That was spot on mum."
"Whoopie, so he can imitate that hamburger bastard, big deal."
"Awh Roma, don't be like that, do you want a tomato?"
"I am wondering he can use this against the America, then I might be wanting England as a comrade da."
"I will get him for you brother, then we can marry."
"Awwhh man Eyebrows, you've been holding out on me. We could have done some epic prank calls when we went out drinking."
"Oh mon cher, what other talents do you ha- Angleterre! Your eyes are red!?" France jumped back in shock, he had somehow managed to snake his way up beside the Brit. All the nations leaned closer towards England trying to see if what France was saying was true. Prussia's eyed widened in panic and darted around the room to gage whether or not what the Frenchman had said was true.
From what he could see from the other countries' faces, it was. How closely Germany was watching him though was the most disturbing, everyone else's gaze was just annoying, but Germany's seemed to drill into his skull.
"I..I..." He came to a complete blank, he didn't know how to explain this. How could you explain it? Although people didn't say it to England because of the whole asylum issue, they still thought that he wasn't completely sane - saying that he was actually a dead nation probably wasn't going to help with that.
"England sometimes takes on certain characteristics of people when he's grieving, eh. When Alfred left him, his hair had a cowlick like Nantucket, went off tea for a bit and his eyes sometimes turned blue.
"When Winston Churchill died, he started smoking cigars and wore a Homburg hat, he even grew a moustache when Freddie Mercury died eh. You said that it had something to do with a strange defensive mechanism that interferes with his magic, didn't you Ireland?"
Canada surprised everyone when he came to the defence of the struggling Englishman, including Prussia. It also surprised him that a few ex-colonies and Portugal were nodding their heads. The Limey was so… weird.
"It's true, Susanna is a strange nation that sometime can't control his magic when very emotional. It's a curse really to be related to such a person." Ireland sighed, having decided to help the poor ghost out, even giving the ghost a chance to have a go at him like England would.
Dumbfounded, Prussia blinked a few times before he found that he could answer. "The feeling is mutual Patrick, and I have perfect control of my magic thank you very much." The Briton/Prussian huffed, finding it eerily easy to pretend to be the Englishman.
"Now that that is sorted, let's get back to where we were. India, it's your turn to speak." Germany sighed heavily, why did these meetings never run smoothly? He relaxed once India stood and bowed.
"I would like to take my turn Germany, but I wouldn't feel comfortable in doing so while England is bleeding."
Meetings never ran smoothly.
Dark.
That was the first thing that came to mind when Arthur opened his eyes. He often thought this when he entered someone else's body, although he hadn't needed to do so for quite a long time now so didn't feel as confident in this environment compared to how he used to be.
Not letting his unease deter him from the task at hand, England started to run forward muttering some words under his breath as he did so. Slowly and steadily, the Briton began to glow, lighting up the room.
What he saw was horrifying.
Behind a huge figure was a broken China. The nation was chained against the walls of his own mind, the shackles cutting into his skin. The rusted chains were wound tightly against the slender nation's body and limbs, a gag tied tightly around his mouth.
England growled, letting his presence be known to the attacking phantom, who was about to stab a knife into the unconscious nation's heart. The fur cladded man turned around with an insane smile as he aimed the dagger at the Briton.
"I thought Alistair got rid of you Attila."
The Hun leader spat on the floor at the sound of the Scotsman's name, while England scrunched his nose up in disgust, he'd never being keen on spitting. The ghost started to speak to England in his native language, his tone was practically dripping in venom making it slightly harder for England to translate in his mind.
"Your foolish brother didn't finish the job, he only weakened me, making it so I couldn't do anything for over a century. For paralysing me for so many years I will make both you and your brother suffer dearly. I'm sure that killing you will cause your brother more pain than any physical injury, but first I will take care of my revenge on this pathetic country."
The man continued to smile as he teasingly traced China's face with the blunt side of the dagger. This action caused Arthur's brow to twitch in annoyance, fighting the urge to just lunge at the ghost, but there were rules. Arthur had to give the Hun a choice to back down and change for the better, otherwise the spell wouldn't work.
"As you know Attila, I have to give you a warning. If you stop this then you are free to go, you have unlimited time to change your ways and find your own happiness that doesn't harm others. If you do not comply, then you know what I have to do." England's voice was as cold as ice, letting the power hungry ghost know that he meant business. The ghost however seemed unfazed by the tone, turning the blade over so he was now applying pressure to the captured nation with the sharp edge. Sticky red liquid started to trickle down China's cheek.
"So be it. I will take pleasure in sending you to hell." The Englishman's stance took on a defence shape, mentally preparing himself for battle. Although a nation who had fought in many wars, he was far from safe - ghosts had the ability to manipulate the invaded nation's mind to their own will.
This wasn't going to be easy. At least the Hun hadn't completely merged with China yet so he wouldn't be as strong. It was only when the nation is stabbed in the heart by a ghost that they become completely submissive. It was a good thing that England had acted quickly, otherwise it would have been in a pain in the arse to free the nation.
Attila smiled darkly as he turned around completely, his back facing the chained country. His full attention seemed to be on the Englishman, the raven haired nation forgotten for now.
Suddenly the ghost's hand lunged at the Chinese nation's heart, dagger still in hand. Internally laughing in sadistic joy, Attila took deep pleasure at his plan of a surprise attack's success. Or so he thought, as he made a fatal mistake of turning his back on his opponent and an arrow embedded itself in his hand, causing him to drop the weapon.
Snarling, the ghost turned round to see the Englishman wielding a long bow, string already pulled taught with another arrow loaded. England rolled his shoulders, not finding this particularly comfortable whilst wearing a suit. He had discarded his blazer when the he first approached the Hun, anticipating a fight. He could usually fight well in just his pale green shirt and trousers, as it was similar to that of his WWII uniform. Now however, his shirt restricted his movement when wielding a bow. Arthur cursed when the arrow hit the Hun's hand instead of just the blade, meaning his aim was off by a centimetre. He also couldn't draw the string back as far, it was nothing too bad, it just meant that he had to make extra considerations when aiming.
"I wasn't lying earlier when I said that I would send you to hell." The Englishman explained as he cocked his head to the side, adjusting his bow as he did so he was now aiming at the ghost's torso.
Angry at what the Englishman had just done, Attila paid England no attention as he pulled the arrow out of his hand. Before England could grasp at what he was doing, the ghost launched the arrow back at its owner. The Brit barely dodged it, the arrow's head just grazing his temple, cutting his skin.
"And I meant it when I said I was going to kill you." As these words left the Hun's mouth a cold wind started to blow. The Brit frowned at the sudden change in the weather. So the ghost was going to mess with the battlefield after all. If it was just the strong wind, England could handle that, sure he had to take into account the wind speed when aiming - but he knew that wasn't it.
Things were never easy for him.
Which was proven as he felt his feet becoming cold and wet and it started heavily snowing. The Briton was in the middle of a blizzard and could barely see his own hand in front of his face. To make matters worse, he was still only wearing his shirt and trousers. He was bloody freezing.
If it wasn't for the fact that he knew all too well the sound of a flying arrow, Arthur would have a lovely new whole in his head. The island nation rolled along the floor at the last second, firing his arrow at where the other appeared from.
Jumping back to his feet, he ran in the snow, firing arrows rapidly, deciding that the best defence was a good offense. He made his way to where he thought the Chinese nation was being kept. If the ghost was able to cause this much trouble when he wasn't fully merged with the nation, then he was going to prevent him from getting any stronger.
Squinting through the snow storm, the Englishman breathed out in relief when China's limp form came into sight. He ran towards the other nation as fast as he could, which had decreased incredibly due to the bitter cold. His movements were already becoming sluggish, each movement became more of an effort, but the Englishman willed himself on.
The blonde was just about to touch the sleeping nation when an arrow pierced the back of his calf. Biting down on his lip, Arthur inhaled through his teeth as he fell onto his injured leg. This new position made him a valuable target, which the ghost took advantage of.
The Hun leapt from the blizzard, his jagged sword slashing downwards at the blonde. England raised his bow to catch the sword blow. Using his free hand Attila thrust an arrow towards the Englishman's main artery in his neck. Rolling on the ground once again, Arthur avoided getting stabbed in the neck but succeeded in getting an arrow in his right shoulder, meaning that fighting with a bow would be extremely difficult.
Pulling the foreign object out of his shoulder, England gasped and drove the arrow into the ghost's foot. The ghost roared in pain as he stumbled back, mildly confused that he was actually injured. Weapons could not normally harm a phantom, unless they were enchanted. Good thing that England learnt a while ago to silently enchant objects.
Taking advantage of the ghost's confusion, England crawled backwards chanting some words in ancient Gaelic. A soft blue glow started to come from England's hand, which he tenderly placed on the Asian's foot.
Snow from the ground shot up like strings of thread, that laced together to form a protective dome over the unconscious nation. The white wall started to harden, forming a thick wall of ice preventing Attila from getting his hands on Yao.
Arthur smiled at his small accomplishment, and carefully got to his feet, taking care to not put too much pressure on his injured leg. The Englishman muttered a few words and his long bow transformed into a cutlass which he chose to hold in his left hand.
Clang
Attila jumped out of his cover of the thick downfall of snow, striking at England. Bringing his sword up just in time, England blocked the attack, causing the metal to clash. The angered Hun began a furious onslaught of attacks, which the Briton struggled to block.
With each second that passed the blonde could feel himself becoming weaker from the cold and blood loss. His breathing was becoming laboured, his skin turning a shade of light blue, icicles hanging from his hair. If England didn't finish this quickly, he was either going to die by the hands of the ghost or by the cold. Either way, he was going to have a snowy grave. His blood was already staining the pure white substance, as he started become too sluggish to block the attacks.
Deciding against dying in someone else's mind, England decided to do a risky move, it would leave him completely open, but it would finish this. He would banish Attila to hell without the ghost being restrained. Reciting the spell, England lunged forward, his hands glowing a brilliant golden light.
His hands came in contact with the ghost above Attila's heart was. The enraged ghost roared in pure fury as he began to fade, not before he thrusted his sword into the side of Arthur's abdomen.
China's eyes snapped open just in time to see the ghost stab England. The Asian nation watched behind his ice prison as Attila the Hun faded away, ceasing to exist. With the ghost gone, Yao got a perfect view of the blood spilling out of the Briton's stomach tainting the innocent looking snow.
Yao screamed out in terror as he watched England's body slump sideways into the snow. His scream shattered his icy cage and also caused the Englishman's spirit to be dispelled out of his body and return to its own.
Once again, Prussia had the nations of the world staring at him. So much for not drawing too much attention. It was only when India pointed out that he was bleeding that he could feel a warm sticky liquid trickle down his (England's) head, yet he still couldn't feel the actual wound.
Worriedly Prussia looked to his shoulder where Sunbeam was hovering. She smiled at him grimly and placed her tiny hand on his cheek.
"Arthur must have carried the pain that his body would normally feel with him, he would know that if you were suddenly to feel pain after so long of not being able to feel anything, it might be intensified. It might be too much for you to handle, knocking you out. Right now he is trusting you to carry on."
"Iggy, why are you bleeding dude?"
"Hey mum, I got some plasters (band aid) on me if you need some. You alright though ,mate?"
"Did someone hit Inglaterra?
"No you stupid bastard, no one touched the Tea Bastard."
"I would like to know the cause of his pain da."
"Ve! What's wrong with Mr England Germany?"
"I-I don't know Italy."
The room was thrown into chaos again, as everyone speculated what could have caused England's sudden injury. Japan helped tend to the gash on the blonde's head, only to notice how cold the nation was becoming, and was that ice in his hair?
"Mon dieu! Angleterre, you're turning blue, and your shoulder!" France panicked over his 'friend', looking over the Englishman for any more injuries. He gasped when he spotted the blood that was on the floor by the Englishman's foot.
"Put the TV on right know, maybe something is happening in Angleterre's country." France shouted, Canada was first to act upon France's word, turning the TV on. The timid nation began to flick through channels to find anything about England, only to find nothing. This only added to everyone's concern.
"If there is like nothing happening in England, does that like mean something is wrong with Dad?" Hong Kong asked, the question was mainly aimed at China but he didn't receive a response. The teen frowned at the lack of a response which just heightened his sense of worry - not that he showed it on his face.
A tanned hand landed on top on Hong Kong's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Amber eyes looked up and met those of blue, a scar above the nation's left one. His black hair was tied back in a small pony tail.
Portugal gave the teen a small smile, one that told the other not to worry too much. "Calm down mi amigo. Arthur will be fine, he can take care of himself." The older nation tried to sound as convincing as possible, but had his doubts when breaths of steam passed through the island nation's blue lips.
It was as if the Briton was freezing, which made no sense as the conference room was a nice warm temperature which was comfortable to all of the nations. Yet, there was England shivering in his seat, his skin becoming glazed in frost.
Although something was obviously wrong with the Englishman, he spoke as if nothing was wrong. "Would you shove off you bloody Frog. I'm perfectly fine, I'm in no pain what so ever, it's probably just a prank from my brother gone wrong."
"NON! Something is wrong Angleterre, and you are the one that keeps telling me that you and your brothers don't get magic wrong, so I highly doubt that votre frère is behind this."
"I agree with France-san, this is not a normal occurrence for nations."
"Stop lying Iggy, you totally need saving dude."
"Would you all shut it! I'm fi-" England's words were cut off by the blood that sprayed out of his mouth. In an instant, Ireland jumped to his feet and stood by England's (Prussia's) side. The ginger nation helped lift the injured nation to his feet and grabbed his briefcase, which gave everyone a better view of all the wounds on the Englishman's body. The most alarming one though was the one on his stomach, the hungry dark red stain eating away at the pale green skirt, growing quickly in size.
"I think it will be best if we end the meeting for today. I will take Sasanna home to his own country, if anything is wrong with him, then going back to his own country will be best for him." Ireland said hurriedly, as he edged towards the conference doors.
"I don't need you to carry me you wanker, I am perfectly capable of walking." The Englishman protested. Ireland had to give the ghost credit, he was doing a very good job at pretending to be Sasanna.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" China screamed, startling everyone. All heads snapped round to see a horrified China, so no one noticed how England slumped in Ireland's grip, nearly causing both of them to topple over. Regaining his balance quickly, Patrick took advantage of the distraction and left the room.
Once in the corridor, the ginger haired nation turned the blonde around so they were facing each other, using the wall to prop the smaller country. Just as the Irishman thought, one of the Englishman's eyes was green whilst the other was still crimson. England's soul had returned to his body.
"Ok, who am I talking to?" the taller nation asked sternly. The blonde blinked a few times, as if he was having a hard time hearing and shook his head.
"Prussia at the moment, Brows is awake but his thoughts are all over the place. Something about Attila and pain. Awh this is so un-awesome, I keep getting sharp pains everywhere."
"Should have known it was you, you did a good job at pretending to be Sasanna by the way. Fucking hell Alba, you were meant to deal with Attila! Right if Artie's awake that means he's trying to help you, the fact that you are only getting a few sharp pains means he's holding the pain back. Minty, Sunbeam, I'm going to need your help to get back to Sasanna's house."
"Of course we will be willing to help you, but I advise you to go outside, somewhere where there aren't any humans."
"Our magic works better outside anyway."
"Good. Do you think you can walk outside?"
The Englishman/Prussian nodded and stepped away from the wall. He wobbled slightly but quickly regained his balance and stood tall. "As you said earlier Brows is stopping the pain, so I'm fine to carry on. I don't think this is too good for his body though, with these injuries. He's overworking himself."
"He'll be fine, he'll just need to sleep it off. Come on quickly before he loses consciousness."
The pair made their way out of the building and headed for the car park as it was empty of people, Minty and Sunbeam close behind. Though Ireland did notice that the cars had been moved so that one car was in the centre of a circle of other cars.
"You did that didn't you, and is that Russia's car in the middle?"
Prussia (England) gave the Irish nation a cheeky grin "I got bored." The ginger nation shook his head, smiling slightly, now was not the time to admire someone else's work.
Ireland stopped them from going any further. He grasped hold of England's cold hand and started to mutter a few words and the two nation started to glow faintly. Flying Mint Bunny and Sunbeam contributed their magic to the nations, and with a sudden flash, they were gone.
Reappearing in England's living room, Arthur finally gave in and let go of his consciousness. Pure agony wracked Gilbert's body causing him to scream and exit the Englishman's body.
Prussia landed on the floor breathing heavily, at the same time England's went limp and fell backwards, only to be caught by Ireland. The ginger nation carefully placed his brother onto the sofa, and ran a hand through the blonde locks.
"Now you can understand why he stopped you from feeling his pain whilst you were in his body. I'm impressed actually, that takes a lot of concentration and to hold it for so long is no easy task. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make a call with a certain Scot."
Prussia shakily stood up, just to see Ireland leave the room. Gilbert looked toward the sleeping Arthur, who didn't look at all peaceful, his face scrunched up in pain. Placing his hand on the Brit's shoulder, Gilbert gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Danke Arthur."
Yay fight scene. I do love a fight scene, there will be more of them, others might get involved with the fights but i'm not telling who cough ukbros cough.
Yay Ireland!
Also just so you are wondering why i make it so England can imitate America is just because there are a few British actors that plan Americans. Superman and Spiderman are British ahahaha, need to have England tease America for that, or just have America geeking out and asking if he can meet them, acting like a dork.
Do you guys think I should change the summary, it's a bit vauge isn't?
any way thanks for reading, hope you liked it. things are not going to get better for Iggy (i'm so mean to the characters i like, I mean Prussia is dead)
review if you want, or just say hi and see you next time ( I wont actually as i can't see you, but that doesn't man that Prussia doesn't)
Kesesesese