Chapter 7
3rd Person's POV
The countries had tried their best to hold everyone together. But as you know it all fell apart. Still, the countries tried their best not to turn into the second players. They had hoped that they could use magic. There was only one remaining magical person left. Romania. Which was England's next target. England was absolutely giddy. He had his little Ally and his friend Loki. They also took care of Russia so the only thing that was stopping them was Romania. He had nearly figured out how to stop it. They couldn't have that. England looked in Romania's window not letting him see him. Romania stared intently at the spell book in his hands. England didn't bring Luciano. He wanted to bring his freshly helped friends. England poofed himself in front of Romania. "England!" Romania said jumping back. "Stay back! Don't stop me. I can change you back into your regular selves!" Romania said holding his wand in defense. "I like myself better this way thank you very much!~" England said smiling sadistically. Romania was about to use magic when a bat collided with his arm. "AHHH!" Romania screamed in pain. The bat had nails in it. He dropped his wand and held his hurt arm.
"Now that you're not being so rude I have a little gift for you!~" England said cheerfully. Romania already knew what he was doing. He could smell what he brought. Romania unintentionally hissed. His fangs both showed. He covered his mouth with his hands tightly. "You know you want it.~" England said holding a blood bag. Romania's eyes were full of hunger and quickly changing to blue. "N-NO." Romania said trying to keep control. "Romania why fight it? You can join us and you won't have to stop yourself from drinking all the blood you want.~" England said sloshing the blood around. Romania shakily reached for the bag. He grabbed his hand "N-No…" Romania said feebly attempting to control himself. "Maybe this will help you.~" England said poking a hole in the bag. Romania's senses went into overdrive. He smelled the blood, he could almost taste it. It smelled too good. He ripped the blood bag out of England's hand and drank the red liquid, smearing it on his face. His hair turned to a bright blonde. England laughed crazily. He had done it. There was no way anyone could stop him now.
Meanwhile Germany had gone home to relax after the stressful meeting. He was going to fight this whole thing until he drops. "Gilbert i'm home." Germany greeted. "I'm in zhe living room." Prussia answered at normal volume in a monotone voice. This made Germany nervous. Prussia would usually jump on him making him fall over and go deaf from him screaming about his awesomeness in his ear. Germany made his way into the living room. Prussia looked sad as he played with his pet bird. "Um...Prussia are jou alright?" Germany asked not used to seeing his brother so down. "Ja. It's just that France and Spain have been total bummers. Und zhey kept going on about how I vasn't a country anymore. It made zhe awesome me depressed." Prussia said. Germany was taken back. It looks like Spain and France where now second players.