AN: So uh... yeah... have fun with this one y'all. Also please review!
After they had finished dinner, England collected the dishes and placed them in the dish washer.
"So what now?" America questioned, as he looked toward the TV hoping to eat junk food and binge watch movies all night.
England looked at his watch, gasping at the time. "It's already time for bed. Today has been hectic for all of us."
"Come on, homie!" America laughed, "I'm not five anymore. I know how to get enough sleep. Let's just chill and watch a movie."
Russia glared at the American, as if telling him a different story. Feeling rather intimidated, America coughed as he sighed, "Actually I am rather tired." Sighing, he glared back at Russia as he slowly climbed the stairs to the guest bedroom.
Arthur turned toward Russia and smiled. "Thank you," he said as he nodded. "I hate to be strict on him, but he's going to need his rest if he's going to get through this alive."
Ivan only nodded. "You should get some sleep as well."
England paused a moment, hating the thought to go back into that dismal room.
"Do not worry," Russia said with a smile. "I will keep watch all night."
"Don't you need rest yourself?" England questioned, rather nervous.
"I am Russian. All I need is vodka." Grinning the man slowly stood up as he walked into the living room, pulling a bottle from the inside of his coat. "Good night, England," he chuckled before disappearing into the other room.
England was hesitant at first, but then slowly nodded as he also began to climb the stairs. Russia was the most terrifying person he knew, if anyone could keep New World away, it would be him.
Arthur quickly dressed into his silky pajamas as he slipped under his comforter. It bothered him to think his blood stain was mere feet away from the edge of his bed. "Pull yourself together," he sighed, tugging the blankets over his head and curling into a ball.
It was about midnight when England slowly popped his head out from under the blankets. "It's very cold in here," he observed. "I should probably turn the heat on." Pulling the sheets away from his body, he walked to the other end of the room, touching the thermostat. He was surprised to see his room was at a chilling 46 degrees Fahrenheit. "What the hell?" He cranked the heat up to 70 hoping the heater would kick in soon. "Must be a cold London night." He walked over to his window to see the frost that had grown around the corners of the window pane.
Grabbing the sides of the window, he thought maybe a fresh breath of cold air would make him feel better. Clicking the lock, he opened the window, only to be surprised by a fresh blast of warm air.
Arthur backed up, staring out into the night in shock. "It's warm outside," he stated. "That's when it occurred to him. "Russia." Racing towards his bedroom door, he whipped it open only to run smack into a black silhouette standing in front of it.
Falling backwards, Arthur was a little shaken as he looked up, staring directly into Peter's glowing red eyes.
"Hello, Arthur," Peter said with a grotesque smile, his entire face lit up from his glowing eyes. "Did you miss me?"
Arthur was horrified as he slowly scrambled backwards. "Bu-Bu-But Russia's…"
"Oh you mean this?" Peter slowly raised his hand as a snowflake formed in the mist. "It was like eating a snow cone."
"No," England said as he shook with terror. Not Russia. Russia was the strongest. Russia was the scariest. If he couldn't stop this man, who could?
Peter slowly reached forward, holding his hand out to grab England.
"Don't touch me!" England swatted frantically, trying to keep the man away from him. He wasn't going to go through that again.
"Keep your voice down," Peter cooed as his smile widened. "You might wake up America. But then again, we could always have him join us too." His grin widened into a wicked evil snicker.
Arthur's chest dropped as he thought of poor Alfred being shoved around by this lunatic in such a disgusting manner. "You leave him alone! He's just a child!"
"Technically I am too," New World replied with a grin as he backed England into the wall behind him.
"Leave me alone! Just kill me already!" Tears were starting to flood to England's eyes. He couldn't mentally handle going through something so horrific again.
New World stopped as he stared down at the Nation, watching as the tears streamed down his face. "Tears are so beautiful, da?" he asked in a poor imitation of Russia. The new nation suddenly laughed, his eyes bulging widely. "But then again, so is blood." He suddenly brought his foot up directly into Arthur's stomach, causing drops of blood to fly from the man's mouth as the older nation dropped to his knees. "So if you really hate me fucking you so much, I can settle for beating the living hell out of you." Reaching down he grabbed England by the hair, throwing him across the room and into the dresser.
England tried to scramble to get up, but he wasn't quick enough as New World quickly sat onto of him, repeatedly bashing him in the face with his fists. "Is this fun, England?" He laughed. "Tell me how much fun you're having!" He bit down into England's shoulder until the skin and muscle tissue began to break, squirting blood across the room.
England let out a roar of agony as he tried to grab his shoulder in pain, but New World didn't even let him move. Using Russia's ice crystals, he froze England's left hand to the floor as he continued to punch the man in the face, stomach, chest and ribs. "We could have had something, England." The man laughed as he pushed down on Arthur's chest until he could hear cracking and popping as his ribs began to cave in. "But I guess it wasn't meant to be."
Arthur screamed as tears poured down his face. He tried to fight back, but his single strength compared to that of this new nation's was in no comparison. "Stop!" he kept screaming, kicking and trashing as hard as he could. He continued to kick and scream until he was literally exhausted, his energy gone.
"Is that all you have in you, old man?" New World smiled, grabbing England's other arm, pinning him down. "Pity." He suddenly leaned in again as he planted a small kiss on the nation's bloody lips. "But then again, I guess you can't fight back, so that's a benefit for me." He slowly moved his hand down the nation's blood soaked shirt and he began to unbutton it. "You knew this was going to happen sooner or later, Arthur." Peter only grinned as he removed the nation's shirt. "Ready for round two?"
Arthur didn't move as he just lay there defeated, staring at the blank wall. He even stopped crying as tears he'd already shed dried to his face leaving him blank and empty inside.
New World tilted his head to the side with a smile when Arthur didn't so much as look at him, let alone answer. "Good boy," Peter chuckled. "I think you understand now." He placed his one hand on Arthur's mouth as a black fog slowly began to seep out of his fingertips as it began to linger up his nose. "I'm going to eat you very slowly. And I'm going to enjoy every second," New World said with a crazed smile. He used his other free hand to slowly unzip Arthur's pants as he cast them aside. "Just enjoy these last few minutes you're alive, my friend." New World whispered into his ear as he began to grip the older nation, continuing to pump the life stealing gas into his lungs. "You are mine."
But there was a sudden bang on the door as Alfred came barging in, still half in a daze. "England!" he screamed, "Everything, oka...?" He stopped when he saw the man sitting on top of the other nation, pumping his lungs with his vile mist. "What. The. Fuck." Alfred's eye furrowed in anger as he ran forward, kicking the man off of Arthur.
"What the bloody hell, America?!" New World snarled, using a British accent. "You think you can just bat me around like cribbage ball?!"
"Fucking watch me, asshole!" America snarled. "Nobody fucks with England! Nobody!" Bawling his fists he came forward, drilling it into the nations face.
New World went flying backwards, crashing into the wall as blood spewed from his nose. "Fucking beat me all you want, America," he snarled. "You'll never be able to kill me! I'll just keep healing and coming back! Don't you see, there is literally NO WAY to stop me!"
America snarled, "You're wrong." He paused, "There is one way to kill a nation."
"Yeah, I know!" New World stood up snarling, "Suicide! And I bloody hell will never do that! I've come too damn far to kill myself now!"
"You'll want to when I'm done with you!" Alfred growled as he flew forward, bashing the nation in the head. "Just you wait and see!"
The two continued to fight, exchanging punches and blows until both were exhausted. England just stared at the wall, unable to comprehend anything that happening around him.
"What is the point of this, America?!" Peter huffed, dodging a blow. "Both of us are going to heal and continue on our merry ways. Why are we beating the ever living crap out of each other?"
"Because you're a shit head!" America swung his fist again in anger.
"This is why I made sure you were knocked out!" New World dodged again. "You're so damn rash and too fucking strong for your age."
"You better fucking believe it!" Alfred swung again. But New World turned into a black mist, throwing the nation off guard as his punch went through the fog. New World quickly reformed as he grabbed the American by the throat, hoisting him off the ground. "You're so fucking strong." He smiled. "Which is why it will be a specific pleasure to absorb you."
"You wouldn't fucking dare!" America snarled, clawing at the man's hand.
New World grinned as a black fog began to escape from his hand. "Watch me." Within seconds, the black fog spread through Alfred's nose as it spread through his entire body.
England shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his trance. Looking up, he saw New World drop Alfred as the young man began to seizure, but he continued to stand.
"America!" Arthur tried to reach up, but he was still pinned down. "No!"
"You see, America!" New World scoffed, wiping the blood from his own jaw. "You lost! You pathetic over rash moron! And now your strength will be mine!" He laughed in triumph as the young nation slowly fell to his knees.
Surprisingly, America didn't cry or frown, but actually smiled. "Actually, New World," he coughed as blood began to drip from the corners of his mouth. "It is you that has lost."
New World was shocked to hear this from a dying man. "Really now?" he laughed as he squatted down next to the nation. "What makes you say this?"
Alfred only smiled, "You absorbed all of me, right?" he shook from the pain that was riveting through his body. "Well…" he coughed up a bit of blood. "America has the highest depression rate in the entire world." Falling onto his stomach, his eyes bulged as blood began to seep from his sockets. "I…I…Sometimes…the happiest…people…are always…the saddest." He took his final breath as the black fog left his body, flying directly back into the other nation, entering his body.
Peter stood there, staring at the American's corpse… staring. He couldn't move. "I…I…I…" he slowly began to shake as he looked at his hands. His eyes suddenly began to fill with tears as he dropped to his knees screaming and thrashing.
England couldn't believe what just happened. Using every last bit of strength he had, he broke free from the ice crystals, watching the new nation thrash angrily on the floor.
"Homie! Homie! Homie! Homie! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Screaming and twitching, the man clawed at his own face as he punched the wall, creating a hole. "Fuuuuuckkkkk!"
Arthur just stared in disbelief. He never realized that Alfred was so sad on the inside. He never said anything to him. Was it something chemically wrong with his brain? He stood there in utter terror, unsure of what to do.