Hiya Guys
I got great reviews last chapter, so thank you so much. You guys cause me to get less distracted when writing.
Oh, Got a new cover pic, it's my fanart (squeals!)
Right this chapter is long and gory, though I have crammed some fluff in as well as humour in aim to level it out a bit.
Be prepared for the crazy crap that is my mind
I don't own Hetalia
"MUM, THE CONTROLS AREN'T RESPONDING!" Australia's voice boomed from the front of the plane. The brunette flicked switches, only to find that nothing was responding. Immediately after entering Egyptian air space, the plane had refused to work, resulting in the aircraft doing a nosedive towards the ground.
Hearing his 'son's cry, England dashed to the Australian's side so fast that Prussia didn't even see the nation move. Emerald eyes widened as he took in the state of the cockpit, sparks were flying out of the controls, all the screens were cracked and the readouts were going haywire.
Australia's panicked face looked up to his 'mother', not knowing what to do. Before the younger country even knew what was happening, Arthur grabbed hold of Jack's hand and sped to the door of the plane. Without a word, England threw the Australian over his shoulder and kicked the plane door open (his wounds now almost completely healed), before diving out.
As soon as he saw the angel jump out of the plane, Prussia acted to try and get the plane under control. Thinking quickly about the ghost abilities Scotland had taught him, Prussia thought he could give this one thing a shot. Deciding that he wanted to avoid the plane exploding as it hit the ground and save England the trouble of having to find another way to get around, Prussia jumped into the dashboard of the plane.
One way to describe how he felt was weird. Gilbert's body was now a plane. He fought for control of the aircraft, finding that there was some kind of technological virus controlling the machine. He was too busy at the time to think about how the virus came to be, but just assumed it had something to do with the ghost possessing Egypt.
The Prussian saw the angel swoop up in front of him, holding a fairly pale Australian. The angel had an anxious look on his face as he stared at his friend/plane. The blonde was holding on tightly to the brunette as he flapped his wings, squinting slightly due to the wind rushing at his face. Australia seemed to be confused about what was going on and a bit scared by the fact that he was in the air, but felt safe being held by his 'mum'.
England though was worried. Gilbert was taking on too much, the ghost had never possessed an object before, and to take one so big, it could be damaging to him. People were much easier than inanimate objects for ghosts to possess as a person controls their own actions and consists of what a ghost was used yup when they were alive, such as limbs and organs. An inanimate object, like a plane, on the other hand - something that's not alive and cannot act or think on its own is a completely different matter. The ghost has to control something that has nothing it can relate to and would normally be controlled by something outside of it rather than itself. It's something completely foreign.
"Gil, let go of the plane, you are going to hurt yourself! I can get Leon to send a new one. I need you to help me, and I'm not going to get that if you are injured!" the Brit yelled over the roaring wind. Australia looked over his shoulder to give his 'mum' a strange look, hoping that the Brit did know that he was talking to a plane - but then again, Jack was used to this sort of thing so, seeing his 'mum's serious expression, took it in his stride.
Gilbert responded by raising the flaps on the wings, causing the plane to start levelling out. This in turn caused the angel to glower at the machine; he did not appreciate being ignored.
"Gilbert! Stop this, if the plane crashes you are going to feel it too. Snap a wing off, you lose an arm!"
Prussia thought about what the English nation had just told him, he could feel his energy depleting rather quickly. He wasn't sure how long he could stay in complete control of the machine, it was perfectly possible for him to lose a bit of control and crash into something. He had already started landing the plane though, he couldn't back out now, could he? Maybe he should just get the plane close enough to the ground so that it won't blow up, then let go. Yeah, that sounded good.
With that thought in mind, Gilbert prepared the plane (his body) for landing, slowing the plane's speed and increasing the angle between the nose and the ground.
Seeing what the ghost was doing, England whipped through the air with Australia clinging on for dear life. Just before he slammed into the golden surface, he released his wings and glided along, close to the sand. Deciding that he was close enough to the ground, Arthur dropped Jack which led to the younger nation rolling in the sand until he came to a halt.
Having now slowed down sufficiently (and seeing that his 'son' was safe), the angel pulled his wings into his body and let himself drop the remaining distance to the ground, feet first. As he landed, he dug one foot into the sand, using it to spin back around and catapult himself back towards the rapidly 'landing' plane (only opening his wings again when he started to lose momentum).
Landing on the roof of the aircraft, England felt a bit alarmed that he could feel a conscious body inside the plane. Thinking hurriedly, Arthur quickly chanted a spell. Not even waiting for his hands to glow telling him that the spell was at full strength and ready to be released, Arthur punched through the metal. The angel then reached into the plane until he felt something solid in his hand. Without hesitating, the angel opened his wings fully, catching the wind like a parachute, throwing him back off the plane.
Letting out a sigh of relief, England looked down at the shirt he was holding, which contained a limp Prussia. Feeling sorry for the ghost, England carried him bridal style as he slowly descended to the ground. Gilbert had tried, but the albino had passed out before he could finish his task, it was too big of an inanimate object to possess for the first time.
England watched as the plane crashed into a sand dune, damaging the machine that Prussia had tried so hard to save. It wasn't destroyed though, it would need some work to fix it but it would fly again, guess Prussia didn't fail after all.
Landing lightly on the scalding sand, Arthur shifted the Prussian so that he was now giving the albino a piggyback. The angel had to move his wings around a bit before they found a comfortable spot and a position that allowed the Prussian to rest in between. England had to suppress a giggle at both Prussia's hair tickling his neck and the Prussian's rambling in his sleep about how awesome he is.
"Bloody hell Mum! Why'd you drop me like that? Give a bloke some warning," the Australian huffed as stomped over to the Englishman, shaking the sand out of his hair. The younger nation frowned at the strange stance his mother was standing in, it looked as if the blonde was holding someone.
That's when a light bulb went off in the Australian head - England had dropped him to help out his ghost friend. He knew the ghost was present as he'd seen some items flying around the plane earlier when England had offered to fly the plane for a bit, so Australia could have a rest. Judging by Arthur's posture, the Brit was currently giving the ghost a piggyback.
"Is your mate ok? Duckie right? Anything I can do for ya?" Jack asked, rubbing the back of his neck, not really knowing how he could actually help. He relaxed though when the Brit smiled and gave him a small nod.
"Yes actually. Even though Gilbert is fairly light, he makes it a bit difficult for me to move. Could you be a dear and get the bottles of water out of the mini fridge in the plane? There should be a backpack in there as well. That way we won't get too dehydrated by the time we reach Egypt's house," the angel asked, though he did join the brunette in the walk to the plane. He wanted to find out the cause of the plane's malfunction.
While Australia was rummaging around in the plane for supplies, England walked round to the front of the aircraft. Shifting the Prussian a bit, England brought a hand up to the nose of the plane and touched it gently, his eyelids fluttering closed. Whispering a short spell, he was able to feel what had taken over the plane. The first thing he felt was Gilbert, but was closely followed by what Arthur recognised as a Gremlin.
Great the ghost had befriended the Gremlins, at least that explained how Egypt was able to set up a no fly zone so quickly. Gremlins weren't that hard to deal with anyway, though Ireland did get on with them better than the rest of his brothers for some reason. It could be because they are small, small creatures seemed to like the Irish nation, like his Leprechauns.
Letting his hand fall away from the plane, England changed his position again so that he had a better hold of Prussia, the movement seemed to rouse the albino. Chuckling as the white hair tickled his neck again, England looked over his shoulder to see crimson eyes slowly opening.
The first thing that Prussia noticed as he was coming to, was that he was warm and leaning against something fluffy. The second thing was that he could hear a heartbeat, which he knew couldn't be his own as his heart didn't beat anymore, it also seemed faster than a normal heartbeat. Lastly, Gilbert came to the realisation that he was being held.
Slowly the Prussian opened his eyes, and raised his head, surprised a bit when he heard laughter. He knew that laughter, it sounded faintly like bells ringing. On opening his eyes fully, Gilbert's suspicions were confirmed when he found a pair of emeralds gazing at him.
"How're you doing Duckie? See what happens when you ignore me?" The Brit's voice held only humour, there was no venom behind the comment, nor scolding. The Englishman was just happy that the ghost was awake.
Feeling lethargic, Prussia attempted to move out of the angel's hold, only to collapse back onto the Brit's back. Trying to see where they were, Prussia moved his head from side to side, earning another laugh from the angel.
"Would you please refrain from moving your head so much, your hair is tickling my neck. Thank you by the way, you saved the plane from exploding, but you did also succeed in blacking out, making me have to come and save you."
"Didn't know you were ticklish Birdie," the Prussian slurred, feeling a bit annoyed that he wasn't able to even speak properly. "I'm awesome, I would have been fine." Prussia knew that he wouldn't have been 'fine' if England hadn't detached his spirit from the plane, he didn't know that it was actually possible for that to be done.
"Believe that if you want to, and yes I am ticklish but that isn't really something that you announce to the world now is it, which is probably why you didn't know," the angel explained as he made his way over to the open door of the aircraft, he could hear Jack coming out the plane.
Flopping his head back down on the Brit's back, Prussia smiled at his new piece of information. His mind couldn't help but picture Arthur back when he was a pirate running away from a feather afraid of being tickled. He wondered if Francey Pants knew.
Arthur turned and studied the horizon as he tried to figure out where they were, on the ground everything looked the same. The Australian had said that he had a rough idea of their location as he'd been flying the plane, but wasn't a hundred certain. Arthur felt a twitch in his wings, they were almost begging him to just fly up and take a look to see if he could figure out where they were.
Frowning at how strange it felt when Arthur's wings moved, Gilbert tried to see what the Brit was looking at to cause the movement. Finding that the blonde was only looking up at the sky, Prussia relaxed nearly falling asleep again due to the warm feathers either side of him.
"Oi Mum, I got everything. Even got a map and a compass, Uncle Dylan must have thought you'd crash a plane as there was a whole survival kit already made."
"Excuse me, but I wasn't the one who crashed the bloody thing you git."
"Well it wasn't me either, calm down Pommie. How's Prussia doing? It is Prussia right, your ghost friend? He's the only bloke that I can think of named Gilbert."
At the sound of his name, Gilbert's head popped up over the Brit's shoulder to stare at the Australian, the brunette was extremely relaxed carrying a massive bag on his back. England glanced to the ghost, both of them exchanging looks, before he looked back to his 'son'.
"Yes it is lad, you are taking this a lot calmer than Matthew. He's a bit tired, the wanker over worked himself taking over the blasted plane." The Englishman chuckled when he received a grunt and a lot of mumbled curses from the Prussian whose head then fell against the angel's shoulder.
"Oh that's ace! The ghost had to be someone you were friends with and when you said Gil, it had to be Prussia. It's bonzer to know that he's still around, even more that he is helping you Mum. Was a bit of a shock though, I ain't gonna lie, but I'm used to weird things happening around you."
"I'm too awesome to not be here."
"Yes, the world would truly suffer with the loss of that much awesomeness, you are staying round merely so the world doesn't get thrown into chaos due to its loss of awesome."
"Damn straight."
"You know it's really strange seeing you have a one sided conversation, I feel kind of left out," the younger nation whined as he threw his arm around his 'mum's neck, nearly hitting Prussia in the face and nearly throwing the Englishman's balance off.
"Oh belt up Jack, I'll translate everything on the way to Egypt's house. I don't think that Gil will be talking that much anyway, he looks knackered."
"I still look hot though."
"Whatever you say Duckie."
"Awwhhh, you're doing it again!"
"He said that he thinks that he looks attractive, when in actual fact he looks like shit."
"Lies!"
"He just yelled 'lies', and might I add really loudly in my ear, you white haired sod."
During their trek through the desert Australia kept himself entertained by asking Prussia a lot of random questions about being a ghost or went to find different animals. England was being kept busy as he had to repeat everything that Prussia said to the Australian.
Although tired, Prussia had no problem with answering the Australian's questions, it was nice for someone else to talk to him. It also kept England distracted, he was feeling stressed out about this whole ordeal, so god only knows how the Englishman was doing. The images of Italy and America were constantly bombarding the albino's mind, but over time, the images would become slightly blurry or less potent.
England however, he had flashbacks when a memory started to fade. No matter how much alcohol he may drink to drown a memory, it would always come back at full force once he sobered up. Although they could be useful, the flashbacks were mainly a curse.
The ghost could feel how tight the angel's muscles in his back were and how his shoulders were hunched up. His eyes looked pained, as well as sad. Although Arthur was attempting to look calm in front of everyone, he wasn't fooling anyone close to him. There was a reason why Ireland had sent the talkative brunette with England, and there was a reason why he was talking so much.
"Ah so it was you who did all those pranks, you're a right dag mate. Thanks for not using my car to block Russia's in, the bloke was spewing and smashed most of the others' with that pipe of his." Jack laughed, thinking back to America finding a lovely new dent in his car though he didn't react as much as Jack thought he would - probably worried about Arthur.
"Kesesese, yeah that was awesome. I have to admit those fairies are pretty handy when pulling a prank." The albino chuckled at the thought and reminded himself to thank Sunbeam later for that. Although he had regained most of his strength, the Prussian was still on the angel's back. He had tried to get off the Brit, only to have the Englishman tighten his hold, probably thinking that the albino was slipping, causing the Prussian to stop. Gilbert didn't really see the need to get off if Arthur didn't mind it, he was rather enjoying the ride.
"He is quite proud of himself for that, though I didn't know about the cars."
The Prussian continued to laugh, though not as loud as he usually did as England had warned him what would happen if he continued to yell in his ear.
Stiffening suddenly, Prussia's head snapped round feeling that something was off. The sudden movement almost caused England to lose his balance and stumble backwards, his wings automatically stretched out and fluttered to keep him upright. Turning to see what had caused such a reaction from the ghost, England could see Egypt holding what looked like a sniper rifle.
"Bollocks!"
"Shit!"
Both Australia and England swore, the younger dropping to the ground to become a smaller target. The angel quickly chanted a spell which caused his wings to glow a bright white before they became as hard as diamonds, the light from the sun dancing off the surface of them. Dashing to his former charge, England knelt in front of him and crossed his wings in front of his body creating a shield.
Egypt fired the gun but the bullet merely bounced off the wings, making a clang as metal hit diamond. Prussia prepared himself to charge at the possessed nation, when a boomerang collided with the side of the possessed nation's head, knocking him to the ground out cold.
Both England and Prussia looked dumbfounded at the knocked out nation. Both of them turned round to see a smiling Australian who still had his hand outstretched, his grin grew even wider when the boomerang flew back into his hand,
"They never expect the boomerang," the brunette chuckled and bounced over to the Egyptian (Australia has a natural spring in his step, so he sort of bounces when he walks) where he kicked the weapon away from the downed nation.
Following the Australian, England knelt down next to Egypt and inspected the bump caused by the boomerang. It was nothing too bad, for a nation anyway, he would be knocked out for some time though, which was good news for the trio.
Hesitating before he went over, Prussia took a few seconds to admire the Brit's wings. They were actually made of diamond. An awesome shield and wonderful to look at but not really practical for flying.
"Gutt thing he came to find us eh Limey? The desert was getting kinda boring."
The angel frowned at the ghost and rolled his eyes before scanning the dessert. A small and victorious smile grew on his face when he spotted a source of shade and what he guessed was Egypt's source of transport. Gently England picked up the unconscious nation and deposited him in the shade of the Jeep.
"Don't want the lad getting heatstroke, right let's get this over with. You ready Duckie?" England didn't hear the ghost's answer as a tingle travelled down his spine. Straight after the strange sensation, England put his finger on his earpiece and called Hong Kong.
"Leon, someone is in my house, downstairs I believe. I can't really pinpoint where as I'm not in my own country. "
"Ok, let me, like, check the security cameras. Oh, your brothers have, like, dealt with South America and are, like, on their way to Africa."
"Yes, that doesn't really surprise me as I had to fly to a different continent whereas their targets were already in the same one. How are they doing?"
"Uncle Patrick, like, needed stiches after he got on the wrong end of a sword. Nothing too bad, but Uncle Dylan is giving him a timeout on the next one as he is, like, meeting Romania in the next country. That reminds me, Norway and Romania are, like, helping you out. Romania said that you, like, taught him the spell to leave your body. Norway is, like, meeting up with Uncle Alistair as they both don't know the unbinding spell."
"Oh, that's a pleasant surprise. Nice of both of them wanting to help, there are not ones to interfere with other people's affairs. I believe you have gone off topic about why I called you, who is in my bloody house?"
"Who would want to break into the Pommie's house?" Australia asked the Egyptian on the floor only to remember the nation wasn't actually awake. He knew the Prussian could hear him, but wasn't able to hear his answer. He did grin though when a message was written out in the sand in front of him.
'Don't know but at least the Limey has got other people helping out now, maybe Arthur will relax a bit now.'
"One can only hope mate, but getting the Pommie to relax is like getting a kangaroo to learn how to tap dance. Nearly impossible mate."
'You saying that you could teach a kangaroo to tap dance?'
"Not me personally, I don't know how to tap dance, though I did teach a wombat how to twerk," the Australian replied with a fond smile, causing Prussia to wonder if the Australian had been bitten one too many times by poisonous reptiles. Seeing the question mark on the floor, Australia chuckled and explained more.
"I was rotten at the time."
"Would you be quiet, I can't hear Leon. Sorry Leon, as you were saying."
"I, like, found who it is on the cameras, but, like, you're not going to like it. Belarus is, like, sitting in your living room drinking tea, I didn't even know she drinks tea?"
"Belarus!? What on earth is she doing in my living room?"
"Drinking tea?"
"Oh, I taught her how to make tea once. She was quite interested when she found out that I, as well as my brothers, could see ghosts. She decided to pop round a few times unannounced. Of course I was bloody terrified when it first happened and it got rather uncomfortable when she outstayed her welcome, so I showed her how to make Russian tea. It's not really Russian tea, it's just ordinary tea with a dash of vodka, I made it for Ivan before when he came round after a meeting with our bosses. Turns out that the chap liked it and had spoken of it a few times at home, so Natalia was overjoyed to learn how to make the beverage for her brother. She's actually not that bad when not with her brother sh-"
"Dad! You're, like, getting off topic, what do I, like, do with her?"
"Sorry Leon. She hasn't broken anything? Isn't looking under my furniture? Looking somewhat murderous?" England went through the list of questions calmly, as if reading out his shopping list. Which caused the Australian to laugh and Prussia to raise an unbelieving eyebrow.
"No, she is, like, just sitting on the sofa, watching the rain."
"Ah good, that means she isn't looking for Russia, and probably just wants a chat. Be a dear and ask her if she needs anything in particular and if not, ask her to come and see me later as I'm busy at the moment."
There was silence from the other end for a few moments and England was starting to wonder if something had happened to the connection, though that shouldn't be possible.
"If I die, I am, like, going to haunt you." The teen huffed down the earpiece before hanging up. Keeping his finger on his ear, Arthur wondered whether it was actually a good idea to get the teenager to talk to the uninvited guest. "The lad should be fine; he's a good fighter and knows how to set off the house's alarm system," he murmured thoughtfully as he strode back over to the Jeep - he wasn't quite sure when he'd walked away from the others.
"You're leaving Hong Kong to deal with that crazy witch?"
"Leon should be alright with Belarus, right? I mean I could never pin the bloke down, he's a speedy fucker," Australia tried to reassure himself and did a pretty good job at it. The Hong Konger did always manage to avoid getting involved in family bundles somehow.
Not really bothering to answer the other two other than a nod, Arthur began to perform the spell to enable Australia to see any oncoming ghosts. A blue mist seeped out of his fingertips and glided across the unstable ground. The mist stopped spreading; looking as if it hit glass, and marked out the spell's perimeter. The mist became thick, making it difficult to see an inch in front when it suddenly dissipated leaving a faint blue circle on the ground.
"You do the spell differently to Uncle Pat."
"Yes well we all have different strengths in magic. Patrick's strength is actually water but his spells have a fire like appearance to them, Alistair is the opposite. Now you know what to do so I'll spare you the lecture, but make sure you drink plenty of water and keep the lad in the shade."
The brunette rolled his eyes but gave his 'Mum' a lazy salute showing that he understood. To ease the English nation's mind a bit more, he dug through the bag which he'd deposited on the ground and took out a bottle of water.
Looking up when he felt a pat on his shoulder, Jack grinned wildly at the Prussian who was beaming back at him. "Good to see ya mate, even if you are a bit see-through. Mum was right though you look a bit rough, you going to be able to keep up with the Pommie?"
"Kesesesesesese. He is the one that will be having trouble keeping up with the awesome me."
"Come on Gil, we better do this while the sun is still up, it gets extremely cold in the desert at night."
"Coming dear~" Prussia winked at the Australian, causing the brunette to chuckle, and dived into the Egyptian.
The Brit rolled his eyes but with a fond smile on his face. "I honestly can't take him anywhere."
"You didn't tell me that I had a Dad now Mum." The Australian's smirk didn't diminish as his 'mother' gave him the middle finger, it only grew.
The Brit then sat down next to the Australian with a smirk on his face, "It's not official yet luv." With that said the Englishman's soul left his body and entered the Egyptian's.
"It's nice to know that someone is looking after you Mum." The brunette smiled as he patted the blonde's cheek. Then looked to the Egyptian and started to chat with the unconscious nation, deciding that it wasn't much different from normal seeing that the nation hardly spoke.
The scenery wasn't that different from before, except there was now a pyramid in the distance and no Jeep. Also the sand spikes that were hurtling towards his face. A small yelp escaped the Englishman's lips as he felt a pair of hands fall on his shoulders and the spike went right through his stomach.
"Kesesesesese. I saved you this time Birdie."
The Englishman didn't say anything in reply but looked down at his translucent body and the spike that had gone through both his and Prussia's bodies. He was quite impressed actually that the ghost was able to make them both able to phase through the sand spike, he thought the ghost would still be extremely tired from his earlier overuse of his powers.
"Makes us about even then."
"You've saved me a couple of times Birdie and I don't count the time inside America's mind, as you pointed out you could have flown out the way of danger and didn't need saving by the awesome me. That means you have one on me."
"Ah, but you're forgetting the battle of Waterloo, I still owed you from then."
Prussia's eyebrows rose in surprise, not really expecting the Brit to remember, but then again England couldn't really forget anything could he. He supposed they were even then, but would they be by the end of this?
Snapping the albino out of his train of thought, Arthur pushed away from the ghost and started to make a dash towards the pyramid. Without hesitating, the ghost sprinted after the angel. He shot the blonde a challenging smirk as he pumped his legs even harder in aim to overtake the angel.
Snickering, the blonde muttered a few quick words, causing his wings to glow brightly before the light faded again, his wings now back to normal. With the weight lifting, the angel spun round on his foot and started to run backwards, his speed matching the ghost's.
"You cocky Scheißkerl!" the albino yelled, fighting the smile that grew on his face. The blonde merely replied by giving the Prussian a rude hand gesture before spinning back round so he could actually see what was in front of him. Good thing too as dozens of sand arrows were coming right for him.
Flicking his wrist, a gust of wind blew out of his hands, slicing at the arrows. His mouth moved quickly as it continued to recite the spell over and over, sending continuous blasts of wind, causing the arrows to change course or break apart.
The casting of the spell causing England's speed to decrease a fraction and the arrows not slowing him down at all, Prussia remained beside the angel as he ran, the sharp objects passing straight though his intangible body.
However, Arthur started to gain the lead again as the onslaught of arrows halted, though not running so fast that Prussia wasn't able to keep up. Both groaned when the sand started to swirl in front of them turning into a huge dust cloud.
"Fucking sandstorm," the angel grumbled pulling out a pair of goggles from one of his spy suit's pockets - a clean one, there was another one in the plane he'd changed into - and an oxygen mask out of another one. Gilbert wasn't that fussed by the sandstorm but took the pair of goggles that were lobbed at his head.
The sand rained down on the pair, battering their skin. Thin red lines started to appear on the pair's skin as they continued to run forward in aim to get out of the storm. Both of them feeling slightly frustrated that they couldn't really think of any jokes about a sandstorm, though England did say something about witches on broomsticks trying to get a black dog.
Getting fed up of the non-changing scenery, Prussia grabbed hold of the angel's wrist and flew up. A minute passed at the pair found themselves above the sand twister that they should have exited in a few seconds judging by the speed they were running. This lead the Prussian to come to the conclusion that the twister was moving with them.
Letting go of the blonde, Prussia watched as the Brit instinctively unfurled his wings and glided through the air towards their target. Flying, their speeds were matched, though their reflexes weren't as much. Pillars of sand rose up from below, aiming to either ram into the pair or cause them both to fly into them.
Dodging, the pair avoided being hit by the quickly sprouting pillars. The possessing ghost, seemingly growing frustrated, started to cause even more pillars to rise at an even quicker speed, only now they were spears.
One spear rose at an alarmingly quick speed, about to impale the albino. Seeing this and that Prussia hadn't yet noticed, England barrel rolled into the ghost throwing him to the side. The Englishman opened his wings just in time to balance himself, only to get a spear through his right wing.
Retracting instantly, the spear crumbled back into the ground leaving behind a hole in the angel's wing and causing blood and feathers to fall. Reacting on instinct, England went to bring his injured wing into his body, but stubbornly left it out so he didn't freefall to the ground.
Swearing, Gilbert flew to Arthur and held onto his left side, letting the Englishman know that he could retract his wings as he had him. Gritting his teeth, the blonde brought his wings together and rested them against his back. At the moment they were only throbbing due to the adrenaline pumping through his body, though it was going to hurt like a bitch when it wore off.
"Ok, you owe me again now," the Englishman joked, struggling out of his friend's grip as soon as they were on the ground again. Complying with the emerald eyed nation, Prussia let go allowing the angel some space.
"I suppose that me getting you to the ground doesn't count and that you didn't need my awesome help?"
"Exactly, I was gliding before you grabbed hold of me. Just admit it Duckie, you just wanted to hold me," the Englishman replied with a smirk as he started dashing towards the pyramid yet again.
Racing beside the Englishman, Prussia couldn't help but smile, "Natürlich (Of course), and you purposely pushed my awesomeness out of the way so I would hold you."
All the ghost received in reply was a laugh and a sudden yelp. Halting immediately, Gilbert spun round to see Arthur quickly getting eaten by the sand.
Hovering above the ground, Prussia floated over to the Englishman who was already waist deep in the sand. The English nation frowned at the sand before looking up at the ghost expectantly with an arm raised.
"Birdie, now is not the time to play in the sand," the Prussian teased but grabbed hold of the Englishman's hand anyway and pulled, only for the sand to pull back harder in return, England now sinking even quicker into the death trap. Emerald eyes widened as he was now up to his shoulders in sand, but refused to panic - that would only make matters worse.
"Would you hurry up Gil, the sand is getting into places that are rather uncomfortable." Arthur spoke evenly so not to panic his friend. Gilbert didn't need to know that he was wondering if he would die from the pressure of sand or lack of air. He couldn't even perform the right spell to free himself as it required the use of a certain body movement, which he couldn't do now.
The Prussian gave the blonde's arm another strong pull, only for the sand to pull back even harder. A gasp escaped the Englishman as his whole head sunk under the sand, his fingertips just poking out from the surface.
"Scheiße!" Desperately thinking about what to do, only to come up with nothing, the Prussian dived into the sand after the Brit, his body intangible. Sinking into the sand, Prussia floated to where he knew the English nation to be. Willing the blonde to become like him, Prussia grabbed hold of the angel's arm and pulled. Feeling no resistance, Gilbert allowed himself to smile as he pulled the Englishman free from the sandy grave.
Bursting out from the sea of sand (Gilbert thought a lot like the little mermaid), England immediately started to cough his lungs out. Acting quickly, Prussia began patting the angel's back hard, hoping to help England dislodge the sand stuck in his windpipe. After spitting out a lump of sand, Arthur was able to breathe again and croaked his thanks.
"Even?"
"Even." The Englishman smiled weakly before shooting up straight, glaring at whatever was in front of him. Before Gilbert knew what was happening, Arthur performed a quick spell and vines shot out the ground, weaving together forming a shield.
"You owe me again now."
"Oh for gott sakes, this is going to go on forever." Throwing his hands up in exasperation before stepping out from behind the shield, wielding a broad sword, Prussia began to charge at the other ghost with great speed. The ghost seeing the approaching threat caused the sand to grab at the ex-nation's feet. Not letting that stop him, Prussia's feet became intangible and he continued running towards the female ghost.
Deciding to provide his partner with some cover, England threw a dagger he'd had on him at the raven haired ghost. Sensing the danger, the dark skinned ghost caused a wall of sand to rise from the ground in front of herself, stopping the dagger from stabbing her in the eye. She looked conflicted as she studied the ghost and the angel, trying to decide which was the bigger threat.
The woman smiled as the sand beneath Prussia's feet turned into glass, a slippery liquid on its surface. As soon as Prussia's feet came into contact with the glass, he slid and fell onto his front, skidding along the flat surface.
With one target occupied for the time being, she turned her attention to the angel, who was holding more daggers between his knuckles, leering. Before the ghost could blink, England threw the daggers, each of them glowing a different colour from the different enchantments on them.
The female ghost quickly threw her own sand daggers at the ones the Brit had thrown, each of them clashing with the upcoming threats. However, two of the Englishman's daggers continued to cut through the air, completely unaffected by the sand, until they dove into each arm of the female ghost.
The rather short woman snarled at the angel. Completely unaffected by the snarl, Arthur winked at the woman, causing her anger to grow. Screeching, she raised her arms in the air, the sand rising as she did so. She smiled maniacally as the sand turned into thousands of shards of glass and slammed her hands down, causing shards to hurtle towards the Brit.
She smiled victoriously as the shards charged at her target, forgetting completely about the albino who had floated right beside her. Thrusting his sword into the female ghost's side, Prussia glanced up to see if the Englishman was alright. Seeing the calm expression on the blonde's face and the fast lip movement, Prussia relaxed.
That was a big mistake as the heavily wounded ghost decided that she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She grabbed hold of the blade and yanked it out of her side, swinging round so that the blade was pointing at albino.
Opening his eyes once he had finished muttering the spell, England saw that the ghost's attention was no longer on him, but his friend, and did not look at all happy. Releasing the energy needed for the spell, the glass shards froze in the air and transformed into water droplets.
Anger growing when the ghost pointed the bloodied sword at the Prussian, a growl rumbled from his throat. Pulling his arm back, the water started to gather in his grip forming a spear. Throwing his arm forward, the watery spear flew from his hand, hardening on the way.
A scream erupted from the spectre as the ice spear drove into the female ghost's eye. Taking in a few deep breaths to calm himself down, England slowly made his way to the paler than normal ghost.
"You owe me twice now Duckie."
"Danke, crazy psyco bitch, should have died by that."
"Ghosts are stubborn, you have to immobilise them, stab them in the heart or head."
"Could have told me sooner Birdie, I would have chopped her ficken head off," the ghost started to moan to himself, well really to Arthur, but the angel wasn't listening. Together they walked up to the pyramid which turned out to be just a mirage. Upon stepping closer, the mirage disappeared, revealing how the Egyptian was being held captive.
The sight made Prussia empty his stomach, and England was close to doing the same. "Oh God Gil!?" The angel began to back up squeezing his eyes shut, trying to make himself believe that this wasn't real. It was just his over imaginative mind making him see something so… wrong.
Not really knowing how to help the angel, Prussia waddled over after he'd stopped vomiting and took hold of the Englishman's hand. He gave the slender hand a gentle squeeze just to let the Brit know that he was still there, but received nothing in return. That was all that he could think to do though, every other part of his mind had shut down as he continued to stare at the sight before him.
In front of the pair was an hour glass. The structure stood about thirty feet tall and twenty feet in diameter. In the top section of the hour glass was Egypt.
The nation lay on a bed of spikes that hung about three feet from the top of the structure. The spikes were the perfect distance apart so there was the maximum number of spikes on the bed while still fully impaling the nation (they weren't too close together which would cause the nation no harm). Each nail was five centimetres thick at the base and twenty eight centimetres long, made out of heavily rusted copper.
From what the English nation could make out from the limp hand hanging over the edge of the bed, the Egyptian's skin was riddled with black veins like America's had been. Flowing freely from the limp fingers, a steady stream of a crimson substance was being collected in the hour glass.
The blood spilling out of the impaled nation had already filled the bottom half of the timer, and was a third of the way up the second. The ghost was collecting the nation's blood and by the time the hourglass was full, Egypt would have been drowned in his own blood and completely in that bitch's control.
"Gilbert. To get to him, I need to… I-I need to..." England continued to stare at the horror in front of him, he knew what he needed to do, but didn't know if he could actually go through with it.
Not knowing what the Briton needed to do but knowing that it had to be done, the Prussian encouraged the blonde, "Don't worry Arthur. The sooner you get this over and done with the sooner we can get out of this ficken place and stop looking at this. I'm right here to help you." Letting go of Arthur's hand, the Prussian placed his hand on the English nation's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly before giving him a gentle push.
Using the momentum from the push, England walked up to the base of the timer and gingerly placed a shaky hand on the warm glass - he didn't want to think about why the glass was warm, but he knew that it had nothing to do with the sun.
Prussia felt a bit guilty watching England tremble as he walked up to the hour glass. Gilbert was coming close to snapping and he hadn't raised the trapped nation for a while, how Arthur was still able to walk on he didn't know. The English nation was actually the reason why the Prussian hadn't broken down when they'd found the Egyptian, like with America - if he didn't keep calm, then who would help the angel? It probably helped that they couldn't actually see the Egyptian fully.
He only really understood what the Englishman had been trying to tell him, when the Brit recited the spell and his lips started to glow. He watched in horror as England hesitantly placed his lips on the glass which, on the contact, burst into thousands of twinkling lights.
A scream cut through the air, which Prussia later realised resonated from him as he called for the Englishman. All of the blood that was contained behind the glass, crashed into the angel like a wave.
Prussia flew like a bolt of lightning over to England, floating so that his feet didn't touch the blood. He got to the Englishman just as he reappeared from the red sea surrounding him, choking. The blood had forced itself down the blonde's windpipe and his body was doing everything it could to reject it.
Slamming his hand on the Brit's back, Prussia succeeded in dislodging the foreign liquid from the Englishman's throat. It was then that the angel started hyperventilating, shaking uncontrollably, his emerald eyes wide and pupils dilated.
Prussia caught his friend as England's legs gave way beneath him and lowered him to the ground. Prussia put the angel into the recovery position, making sure to keep his legs elevated. He also undid the zip of England's suit, (it stops at the hips) knowing that any tight clothing around the neck and waist was not the best thing for a person in shock.
There was nothing else the Prussian could do though, England was the only one that could: break the link between the ghost and Egypt; get rid of the ghost for good and clean up Egypt's mind - but right now, England wasn't going to do any of that.
Not having a clue what else to do, Gilbert tried to call others to help, "Hong Kong I need help!"
"Like, what is wrong!?" Hong Kong's tone was filled with panic, if Prussia didn't know that he'd called Hong Kong, he would have thought it was someone else on the earpiece.
"Arthur has gone into shock and is not going to be doing anything any time soon. I put him in a recovery position but he is breathing in quick pants and shaking uncontrollably. I don't know what to do. Verdammt!"
"No, Belarus, it's, like, nothing you can do to help… Sorry, I will, like, call Uncle Pat, he will know what to do! Wait a second… Something has disturbed Dad, he's gone into shock…. Like, what do you mean you'll be there in a few seconds?….. Uncle Pat? Ireland?
"Apparently he is coming to help. Like, let me know how everything goes."
Gilbert heard the desperate yet unspoken please at the end of the sentence, and he completely understood why it was there. England was not one to go into shock, none of the countries were, so to have one of them do so, was something to worry about.
Before the Prussian could answer the Hong Konger, England snapped up straight and wordlessly made his way over to the Egyptian - the unconscious nation's bed of nails had lowered down gently to the ground when the glass shattered.
The angel placed his hands on the shredded nation's torso, on either side of the blade embedded in Egypt's heart. The nation's dull and unseeing eyes took no notice of the flesh that had almost completely covered the blade, or the veins that were still pulsating with blood that snaked in between each spike. The angel took no notice of the black wisps that crawled up his arms and started to hug his back as he performed the unbinding spell, the large amount of pain that it caused was ignored. The angel didn't even bat an eyelid when the Egyptian was free and wordlessly walked over to the immobilised ghost.
The angel muttered some words, his eyes glowing brightly. His face remaining emotionless, England straddled the ghost and slammed his glowing hands over the female ghost's heart. He didn't even wait for her body to evaporate into the air before he stood up straight again and started to perform another spell.
Prussia watched dumbfounded as the Englishman performed the tasks that needed doing, without a care in the world, or so it seemed. The one doing all these things though wasn't actually England. The nation was on autopilot and was doing the tasks that needed to be done without a single thought.
Ireland had performed a spell somehow that caused England to not think about what he was doing and just act. The nation showed no discomfort or pain. He showed nothing in his now dull eyes, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't later.
The angel turned around to face the Prussian once he'd finished cleaning the Egyptian's mind, they were surrounded by an endless white. Prussia started to panic when those dull eyes staring at him started to show signs of life, though it looked like that someone who wanted their life to come to an end.
Australia had just finished relaying what had happened while he'd been watching his Mum's body, starting to relax now that Ireland was here. The relaxed feeling though evaporated in an instant when a blood curdling scream erupted from the petite blonde. His back arched as he dug his fingers into the sand.
The screaming only silenced when England's throat became raw and no sound could leave his lips, yet he continued to scream silently and writhe in pain. His body went limp and everything went dark though when Patrick hit Arthur round the back of the head.
"Sorry Sasanna. You, tell me what happened?"
Yeah, I question my sanity. Rosey came up with the bed of nails, the hour glass of blood was my idea. I basically texted her and said I need some help coming up with disturbing crap, got any ideas.
Eeeerrrr, yay more Ireland, and Australia...
Seriously guys, Arthur and Gilbert are starting to act like a married couple. They also remind me of Legolas and Gimli a bit.
next chap is a filler but is actually pretty long, it was a pain to write.
any way see you next time, and feel free to tell me how horrible I am to poor Iggy and Gil (needs more nicknames)
bye bye