Lost. Chapter 22
A/N: MORE ACTION. :O I've been waiting for this one forever! I accidentally made a mistake. Someone informed me (I'm sorry, I forget who and I'm too lazy to go look. Nothing personal at all, I promise! I've been having horrible memory as of late) that Estonia's (I think it was Estonia...I can't remember who and I'm too lazy to look it up right now) had the wrong human name. I think it was supposed to be Eduard and not Eduardo. But just now when I went to type Eduard it changed it to Eduardo so yay! Cruddy autocheck!
TheRebelX3: I'm sorry! You're gonna hate me after this chapter. XD Hope you enjoy it anyway!
Also, I couldn't decide weather to play Leave Out All The Rest by Linkin Park or the song that is chosen so I'll just suggest that you look up the song I didn't use as well as the sing I put for this chapter. Sorry if your not a fan of rock. That's about the only type of genre that fits this. I got some MJ in mind and maybe some country so it will be spiced up. I really hate it when people say they only listen or read something. I am a firm believer of branching out and liking a wide variety of things.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia or the song used below. Also, I quoted a line from the song 'Issues' by Mindless Self Indulgence.
I feel insane every single time
I'm asked to compromise
Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways
And that's the way it stays
So how long did I expect love to outweigh ignorance?
By that look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip
I'm not insane, I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not - not insane
(Mother)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Shame pulses through my heart
From the things I've done to you
It's hard to face, but the fact remains
That this is nothing new
I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories
Selfish beneath the skin
But deep inside I'm not insane.
I'm not insane, I'm not insane.
I'm not insane, I'm not - not insane.
(Mother)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
(You'll learn your lesson)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(But first you fall)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Now that I've lost you it kills me to say
(Hurts to say)
I've tried to hold on as you've slowly slipped away.
I'm losing the fight.
I've treated you so wrong, now let me make it right.
(Make it all right)
I'm not insane, I'm not insane. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
I'm not insane, I'm not - not insane.
(Mother)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(Said it all)
Come back again, it's almost easy
(You'll learn your lesson)
Come back to me, it's almost easy
(But still you fall)
Come back again, it's almost easy
Lyrics to Almost Easy by Avenged Sevenfold.
France's POV
Turns out Antonio had purchased a large cabin in a remote area in Italy for when he took Romano on get aways. He would not gave known about it had it not been for reading a journal he had tried to keep. He had only written for the duration of a month. Luck had graced them for once and he had written down the address of the cabin.
After their unfaithful meeting with Feliciano and Romano, Arthur had come to retrieve Francis from the hospital. While the Brit went into the hospital Yao had patched up Ivan's chest as best as he could. The wound was large but shallow so it hadn't endangered the big Russians life in any way.
They traveled to the cabin successfully without running into any trouble. Upon entering the cabin Matthew excused himself to make a phone call outside. Of course, no one noticed. Francis was too busy helping the others to notice the Canadian.
Francis glanced at the clock and noticed the time. His stomach growled and he blushed. He went over to Arthur and bent down so he could reach his ear.
"I'm going to make something to eat. Would you like me to make you something?" Francis asked quietly.
Arthur looked up at him, his emerald eyes wide with concern, "A...are you sure? Are you feeling well enough?" Arthur asked.
"Oui, I'm feeling well. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't." Francis said smirking lightly.
"Are you sure? I can make you some food if you like." Arthur offered.
"No!" Francis quickly exclaimed. Arthur's eyes flashed with hurt before being masked by confusion. Francis immediately felt guilty. "I mean that you should rest."
"You need to rest more." Arthur pointed out.
"Then why don't you help me." Francis suggested with a smile. He silently hoped that the Brit would say yes. Even though the British man cooked horribly Francis enjoyed his company.
"Ok." Arthur said. His lips curled slightly upward in a smile. Francis smiled broadly, not even bothering to hide his happiness.
"Great! I'm sure we can make something good from the cans of food that Antonio said were in the cabinets!" Francis said.
The Frenchman and Englishman walked to the kitchen walking so close that their shoulders were touching. There weren't many cans of food but Francis quickly came up with a clever idea to make soup.
In less then an hour, Francis and Arthur were happily slurping up their soup. They sat on the small table diagonal from each other. They hardly spoke but no words were needed. Both men were comfortable in the silence. As Francis had once heard, "You know you've found a good friend when you don't feel the need to fill the silence."
Affection for the Brit was strong and growing stronger. The sight of the golden haired man made his heart beat hard against his chest, the little moments where their skin touched sent shivers through his entire body and when he smelled the familiar scent of tea on him, his nose seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Luckily, the Spaniard had some tea bags in the back of the pantry. Arthur had been able to make a cup of hot tea and was currently nursing his cup, deeply drinking in the warm scent.
The Frenchman smiled at Arthur but not his usual smile. He had realized that this tragedy had changed a lot of people. Arthur was quieter and mellower while Francis was calmer and wasn't being a flirt.
Francis didn't mind the new changes though he missed the way the Brit used to stiffen and gawk at the how rude the Frenchman was. He did however like how Arthur was starting to show more emotion. Before, Arthur would not be caught dead hugging anyone. Francis' was not a man who hugged often but he was the country of love and he loved to show affection (even though most countries saw his show of affection as a way to say 'Excuse me, do you want to screw?').
Arthur smiled at Francis timidly, "The soup is delicious." he said. Francis smiled sadly. The British man never used to compliment him either.
"Merci, Angleterre." Francis smiled, flashing some teeth in order to cheer Arthur up. Arthur just blushed and looked into his cup of tea.
Just as Francis was about to speak again, there was a loud noise at the door. Both men stiffened and looked up.
Shouts of alarm were shouted by their allies as Romano, Matthew, Peter, Toris, Feliks, Ravias and Eduard entered the cottage. Peter tapped on Matthews shoulder and pointed to where Francis and Arthur were sitting together. The two intruders drew swords from their sheaths and raced to Francis and Arthur.
Both countries were so confused that they both dove out of the way. Both still had their weapons on which was drawn quickly.
Before Francis could see if Arthur was alright, Matthews sword cut through the air, aimed at Francis' neck. Francis quickly blocked with his swords. He looked into his child's amethyst eyes, confused by his anger.
"Mattie, what are you doing?" he asked in a heartbroken tone. His arms began to tremble and he was already getting tired. Matthew just smirked at Francis' weakness.
"Now you have time for me, eh?" he asked coldly. Francis blinked in confusion.
"Amor, I'm confused." Francis said gently, "Let's just stop fighting and talk this out like men."
"Talk this like men? That's a woman's thing!" Mattie exclaimed scornfully. "You only want to talk this out because you're too weak to fight! You never could fight for yourself after Napoleons death and Alfred isn't around to bail you out this time!"
Mattie's words stung almost as much as his sword would but they sparked an idea. He was able to grab a quick breath as Mattie drew his sword back. His relief was short lived as he swung his sword at him again. Most of his energy had been zapped from him. His chest heaved and he was starting to sweat.
"Matthew, Alfred wouldn't want this!" he panted out. Instead of getting the reaction he wanted, he got the exact opposite. Matthew's eyes darkened in anger and his fingers turned white as he gripped his sword tighter.
"Alfred is the cause of all my problems!" he yelled angrily. He slashed his sword down swiftly and was only just angry to block it.
"Matthew, Alfred loved you very much. He didn't mean anything he did." Francis said gently, trying to calm Matthew.
"Oh yeah? Then why didn't he ever notice me? Why did he forget who I was and still called himself a hero? I needed a hero; he could have been a hero for me but he wasn't!" Mattie screeched.
"Well you got what you wanted then; you killed your brother." Francis said coldly. Arthur was suffering so much from the Americans death and yet Alfred's own brother was happy about it.
Mattie laughed as if what he had said was ironic. "Heh, I didn't kill him. I was just lucky that one of Feliciano's bombs had killed Alfred. It could have very easily have been you that died and I could be fighting Alfred instead. It wouldn't matter to me either way; I hate you both." Mattie said smirking slightly, "I bet you that Arthur would have been happier if you had died rather than Alfred."
His words struck deep. All facial expression had morphed to sadness. Matthews's words were true; if Francis had died rather than Alfred Arthur wouldn't be in the sad state he was in. Arthur could still have love without guilt that he was cheating on his dead lover.
Francis took a few steps back, "You're right. It should have been me that died." he whispered.
"Everyone would be happier if you died. No one loves you; you've never been loved. You're country just take up space that others could use for better purposes. You use resources that other people would gladly take." Mattie snarled. He kept advancing on Francis until he backed the Frenchman into the wall.
Matthew suddenly advanced and pressed his elbow into Francis' neck, cutting off his air. Blue eyes widened in fear and pain. He dropped his sword, unable to cause Matthew any pain, and weakly tried to pry Matthews arm off of his throat.
"Just give it up, old man. Just die." Matthew snarled. His mouth curved into a smile as Francis choked. The Frenchman's lungs screamed for oxygen. His eyes threatened to close; his eye lids getting too heavy to keep open. His arms slackened, his attempts to free himself getting weaker.
He lost his will to fight; his body sagging against Matthew and his eyes closed in surrender to unconsciousness.
England's POV
His sword clashed with Peters. The smaller country narrowed his eyes hatefully. Unlike Mattie, Peter fought Arthur mercifully. Metal clanged against metal. The reflection danced on the ceiling and danced in both men's eyes.
"S...Sealand!" Arthur stammered.
"Don't say my name!" Peter snarled hatefully, "You wouldn't accept me before and I don't want it now!"
"Peter, I'm sorry!" Arthur exclaimed. He spun quickly to avoid the blade aimed at him. He quick turned to block Sealand's swing. He didn't try to take any hits on Sealand, unable to hurt his brother.
Peter's eyes flashed with anger, "You're only sorry because I'm getting stronger!" Peter yelled, "Your too self absorbed to ever care about me or anyone else."
"No Peter! It's not like that. I..." Arthur paused, "I do care about you." Hearing a loud gag, he turned quickly to see Francis locked in Mattie's grip struggling for air. He froze in fear, completely forgetting about Peter standing right near him ready to hurt him.
"See! You don't care!" Peter shouted. He brought the flat of his sword down upon Arthur's head. Arthur was only able to mutter in pain or surprise and fell to the ground in an unconscious, crumpled heap.
Lithuania's POV
"Do you see him?" Toris asked glancing around. Right away Peter and Matthew found their prey and were already battling. Himself, Feliks and the other two Baltic's were looking around for their enemy.
"Like, I don't know." Feliks said. Toris turned to Feliks. He took his hand and pecked his lips.
"How about you go find Germany and leave us to Russia?" Toris asked.
Feliks scoffed, "But I came here to help you get revenge, like totally!"
"I know but this is for us to take care of privately." Toris said. Feliks frowned earning a chuckle from Toris and a peck on the cheek.
"I'll make it up to you tonight." Toris promised. Feliks smirked. He pecked Toris on the lips.
"All right. You better, like, keep your word!" Feliks said. The Polish man turned and hurried to find Germany.
Toris faced his fellow Baltic's. "Lets do this." he smirked. They hurried around the cabin but didn't see Ivan. The climbed the stairs, drawing their swords knowing what was to come. As they traveled down the hallway they walked soundlessly and peaked into rooms. On a room near the edge of the hallway. Their anticipations rose as they neared the last door.
Their hatred had built up over years of mental and physical abuse. The days that they weren't beaten were days that they lived in constant fear of being beaten.
Then their tourniquet came to save them. Feliciano had contacted them about joining his side in destroying the others. Their incentive: personal revenge and a chance to destroy Ivan Braginski, the cause of all their pain.
They slowly entered the room. Sitting on the bed staring at them with that sweet smile that always made the Baltic's shudder was Ivan.
"I've been waiting for you three." Ivan smiled.
The three of them smirked, their confidence rising being with each other being so close to their goal.
"You've been waiting, but you're not ready." Toris smirked, waving his sword.
"I am always ready, Pupsik." Ivan smiled sweetly. The massive man stood up and reminded the three smaller men of how big he really was. It didn't faze them though. Feliciano had worked with them and trained them hard. The lithe Italian had boosted their confidence and taught them that size doesn't matter.
"Enough chatter." Ravias said bitterly.
"Just tell me, what is it that you want from this?" Ivan asked curiously.
"Revenge." Eduard spat.
"Justice!" Toris exclaimed.
"Victory!" Ravias shouted.
"Victory? Victory in what? What do you hope to gain besides a feeling?" Ivan asked.
"You wouldn't understand. We get more than just a feeling. We are standing up for all of our past abuse!" Toris exclaimed.
The three Baltic's charged at Ivan. Ivan swiftly pulled his swords out to block. Just before they reached him, Ravias and Eduard split into two directions, effectively distracting Ivan.
The Baltic's had decided that they wouldn't be merciful. They wanted to make him pay for all the pain he caused them. While Ivan was distracted by their sudden change, Toris was able to cut Ivan's chest.
Ravias and Eduard landed beside Ivan. While Ivan was trying to gather what was going on, the cut Ivan's sides with the blade.
Ivan doubled over slightly. He turned his sword sharply trying to cut just one of the Baltic's but they were too swift for him.
They flashed around him like three tornadoes, cutting flesh and lightly impaling him. They wanted to make him suffer, draw out the pain and make it a slow, gruesome death.
Toris let out a cold laugh as Ivan sank down to one knee. Cuts littered his battered body, blood mingling with sweat. He couldn't put up much of a fight now but he didn't stop trying.
The other Baltic's began to chortle in pleasure. A smirk painted all of their faces. They longed to see more of his blood. They wanted to rip him open and see his insides.
"Y-you cannot kill me." Ivan choked out, spitting out blood. He looked up at them; amethyst eyes dangerous but for once, it didn't frighten the Baltic's.
"Do not worry; we can and will kill you." Toris snarled. He slashed at Ivan's back, now partially exposed. The other two swung at him, cutting deeper. While they were enjoying their revenge, they knew their allies were probably almost done and that they'd have to leave soon.
They wanted too see Ivan's last breath before they left.
Ivan's snarled, "Do not forget, dorogoy, I will come back and I will make you all become one."
The Baltic's just snorted and slashed him with more force than the others. Skin parted to their blade and blood ran from the wound. Ivan, who had been doing such a good job hiding his pain, writhed in pain. His hands and feet twitched lightly.
The Baltic's regrouped and stood over their oppressor and watched his twitching body, blood seeping out of him. Each one of their faces was plastered with a smirk.
A gurgling noise sounded from Ivan's throat. He gagged for a short time, sucking in air trying to breathe. He looked up above him, his eyes glazing over in a haze and his body freezing in time. A trickle of blood that had been previously been blocking his airways, spilled over his lips.
The Baltic's looked at his still body satisfied. A tremendous weight had been lifted from their shoulders. The chains, pinning them to their torture, had been lifted from their shoulders. They felt as though they could do anything, invincible.
After a while, Toris was the first to speak, "Let's head downstairs. I'm willing to bet that the others are done."
The others nodded and turned their backs to the dead body, not even feeling any remorse or looking back as they walked back to the others.
Spain's POV
Relief filled Antonio to see Romano safe and unharmed as he burst into the cabin. Antonio smiled happily and opened his mouth to call a greeting until he noticed something.
The others behind them didn't look at all familiar, save for Romano and the blond with the long curl. They quickly forced their way into the house and some drew weapons. Antonio froze as shock filled him.
Then the worst thing happened, again. Romano hurried to him, baring a sword. With lightning reflexes, Antonio drew out his sword. As his sword locked with Romano's he noticed the look in the Italians eyes again. He realized it was all an act. He relaxed slightly. He just had to pretend to get beaten; Romano wouldn't ever really hurt him.
"Toni, Feliciano's still at the same hideout." Romano whispered rapidly. He spun around quickly with an elegant grace, swinging his sword in a wide arch. Again, Spain easily blocked it.
"Feli has roles for you all. He won't kill anyone until he's finished with them." Romano quickly whispered so low that Antonio had to strain his ears. Antonio quickly tried to make a slash at Romano; making sure had given the Italian a subtle hint.
"He has everything planned. All you need to do is break away from the plan or get stronger and you win." Romano quickly said. "He's way too overconfident. Listen, I'm still on your side and I got to kill you so just fake it, ok?"
Before Antonio could even reply or barely even think, Romano rammed his foot into Antonio's stomach, knocking him to the ground. In a flash, Romano kicked Antonio's weapon away and was straddling him. He pins the Spaniards arms above Antonio's head with his elbow.
Antonio would never have expected what was to come next. Romano crashed his lips down onto Antonio's. By instinct, Antonio kissed back. Something about the Italian felt right even though everything about them was supposedly wrong. Antonio relaxed very quickly.
That is, until Romano pinched his nose. The kiss, which in reality had only lasted a fraction of a second, had turned into something completely different. Antonio couldn't breathe.
He tried moving his arms to get him off as panic took over but Romano kept his hands stuck. Antonio thrashed his legs around as his lungs screamed for air.
He jerked around trying to free himself. He looked up with wide eyes at Romano who gave him a sad look before hardening his eyes. Unconsciousness began to close over his vision and his struggles weakened. Just before Spain blacked out, he was almost positive that he heard Romano softly whisper to him, "Lo siento, Spain. Te amo."
A/N: Yay! Ok, now the real action starts! Sorry but something in this chapter lacked but I really wanted to get it up so just deal with it. Next chapter will be better, I promise. Please review! I love and read every single review and favorite and watch or whatever. XD I think I had way too much fun writing the Baltic's part. Gosh it was so satisfying! Oh! Guess what? I've had a Monster daily for six days in a row. Why am I posting this? Cause it means that I get happy and that means I get sadistic and carried away with things. Have a happy Holiday now that I cheered you all up! Please review!