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Franco-Prussian War
(1870 – 1871)
France vs. Prussia
Türkiye raced through the dark forest. His heart pounded against his ribs and his breaths game out in heavy gasps. He had been relaxing in the garden when he had seen him. The terrifying man had attacked him before chasing him into the trees.
Leaping over a boulder, Türkiye hit the ground hard. He gritted his teeth at the pain in his side. There should have no way he could have done that. No nation was that strong.
"Ya can run," a voice roared through the forest. "But ya can't escape."
"Kharestin," Türkiye swore before struggling back to his feet and running again.
He had almost reached the safety of a clearing when a body collided with him. Türkiye was sent stumbling backward and he tripped over a root. Both men rolled down the steep hill. Türkiye's fall was stopped by an oak tree colliding with his stomach. Groaning, the War rolled onto his side. He froze when a boot landed on his back.
"Did ya really think ya would get away with it?" the stranger snarled. One hand reached down to grab Türkiye by the throat, dragging him up.
"It can't be," Türkiye chocked, grabbing at the hand helplessly. "Ya were hurt in the fight. Luxembourg broke yer back!"
"Think again." The hand tightened and Türkiye coughed. "Ya made a big mistake when ya touched my Greece. Probably the biggest mistake of yer life."
"She's not yers," Türkiye snapped. He wheezed when the stranger punched him in the stomach.
"She's mine," the stranger snarled. "She was mine from the start and will be forever."
Türkiye coughed, trying to shove the stranger off him, but he was unusually strong.
"Ya can fight all ya want," the stranger laughed. "But I'm not like the rest of them. Ya can't make me bow down just by pokin' me." He leaned down at Türkiye's eyes widened at the red irises.
"I've been playin' games longer than ya have, bastard," the stranger growled. "And I don't think yer goin' ta like this one."
Several birds in the forest screeched in alarm when a howl broke the silence of the night. A lone figure could be seen making its way back to the castle. His footsteps were as light as a cats and his red hair glistened in the waning moon.
)O(
The right side of the bed dipped slightly, waking the sleeping Greece. The tired nation felt a warm arm wrap around her waist and pull her against a chest. Scowling, Greece grabbed the wrist and tossed the arm off herself.
"Don't touch me," she grumbled, hugging a pillow to her chest tightly.
"Feelin' feisty tonight, Greece?" a deep voice rumbled. A hand smelling strongly of lavender soap brushed her hair out of her eyes.
"I said don't touch me." Greece grabbed the hand and glared over her shoulder. Turkey's doppelganger gave her a feral grin, his dark eyes glinting behind the mask.
"Why not?" he asked, playfully poking Greece's side. "Does it bug ya? Make ya want ta throw a temper tantrum?"
Greece scowled and smacked the doppelganger in the face with a pillow. "Shut up!" she snapped.
The doppelganger just chuckled and rolled onto his back. "Good night, Greece." He stared at the ceiling in the dark. His eyes itched from the contacts he was wearing.
"Shut up," Greece grumbled, rolling over again. "You bastard."
o)O(o
Germany could only watch as Portugal and Vietnam managed to get into yet another argument with Bosnia and Herzegovina. The nation seemed to take every chance he could to fight with others. Luxemburg munched on an apple, sitting on his sister's lap as Belgium tried to convince Switzerland not to attack him.
"He touched Liechtenstein!" Switzerland roared. He struggled against Slovakia and Austria, both nations holding an arm. "I'll shoot him!"
"And I'm sitting in her lap," Luxemburg pointed out, taking another bite out of the fruit.
"Lux!" Belgium squealed. "I'm your sister, don't talk like that!"
"I'll shoot you!" Switzerland lunged forward and Slovakia swore.
"Maybe we should tie Luxemburg up and leave him somewhere," Slovakia suggested as he and Austria worked together to drag Switzerland back. "Then he wouldn't be pissing Switzerland off."
"This is chaos," Mongolia said, her eye twitching in annoyance. "How do you put up with it?" She looked up at Germany.
"I don't," Germany groaned as he massaged his temples. "They drive me insane every day."
"Maybe I could help," Albania offered. "Let me go and I could set them straight." Portugal stopped her arguing with Bosnia and turned to look at the handcuffed nation suspiciously.
"Nein," Germany snapped. "You'll just escape and get us all into more trouble."
"I will not." Albania scowled, yanking at his handcuffs slightly. He flinched at the sound of squealing metal.
"Who you?" Portugal demanded as she marched up to Albania, grabbing his chin and studying him.
"I'm Albania." The nation jerked his face away. "Did you forget or something?"
"How could anyone forget about you?" Slovakia snapped. He was now sitting on Switzerland's legs while the smaller nation tried to beat him with a rock. "I sure haven't."
Albania gave the gathered nations a sheepish grin. "I'm not that bad," he said. "I mean, come on, it was just a little joke."
"You lie, cheat, and sneak your way out of trouble," Switzerland growled. Taking careful aim, he threw a rock at Luxemburg's head.
"Gah!" Luxemburg ducked and turned to glare at Switzerland. "You bastard!"
"Lux!" Belgium wailed when Luxemburg hopped off her lap to being attacking his brother-in-law. "Switzerland, please stop!" Slovakia scrambled out of the way and Switzerland took the chance to tackle Luxemburg to the ground.
"I'll kill you!" the Germanic nation roared. Taiwan giggled and Macau just shook his head in disbelief.
"Will you all shut up?" Germany shouted, catching everyone's attention. "Several nations have been kidnapped or injured. We do not have time to be fighting amongst ourselves."
"I disagree with the bastard," Bosnia huffed, folding his arms and leaning against a van. Every nation turned to look at him strangely. "What?" Bosnia shrugged his shoulders. "I'm entitled to an opinion."
"Germany is right," Thailand said firmly. "We need to rendezvous with Russia's team back at base, ana."
"But Russia's all the way in Luxemburg," Belgium pointed out.
"Wat?" Luxemburg's head snapped up. He yelped when Switzerland managed to flip their positions.
"You didn't even know?" Macau asked with a quirked eyebrow. "Surely you should have noticed when eight nations stepped foot on your land?"
"Oh, shut up," Luxemburg mumbled, shoving against Switzerland.
"Ei, Macau," Portugal called over her shoulder.
"Yes, Mrs. Portugal," Macau asked politely as he turned toward his motherland.
"Oh, you so nice." Portugal bopped Macau on the nose playfully. "Eu gusto de você. (I like you.)"
"Obrigado," Macau thanked, nodding his head. "Teacher raised me to be polite. Unlike some of us."
"I heard that!" Hong Kong snapped through the headset. "Don't think I won't make your headset screech."
"I was joking, Hong Kong," Macau laughed. "I didn't think turning into a girl would make you uptight." Whatever Hong Kong was about to say was cut off by a loud gunshot. Several nations jumped and turned to see Germany with a gun aimed at the sky.
"You will all stop fighting," Germany growled. "Or the next bullet is going through your leg." Switzerland slowly backed away from Luxemburg, glaring at the younger nation.
"Ei!" Portugal snapped her fingers in Macau's face. "You look." She grabbed Albania's head and forced it to turn.
"What is it?" Macau asked curiously, examining the European nation. "I don't see anything wrong."
"Here." Portugal tugged on Albania's ear.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Albania tried to jerk his head free, wincing. "That hurts!'
"Hm." Frowning, Macau leaned forward to examine the ear. "Didn't Mr. Turkey pierce your ear?" Albania froze, his eyes widening. Slowly, every nation turned to look at him.
"There's no entry wound either." Macau straightened up. "No nation's body can heal that quickly. It should have taken at least two weeks for the hole to close."
"I thought there was something off about him," Switzerland growled, crossing his arms.
"Maybe it's the wrong ear?" Luxemburg offered hopefully. "And we can all just go home."
Thailand tugged on Albania's' other ear to examine it. "Mị̀, there's nothing here either," he said.
"A spy." Germany aimed his gun at Albania. "Where is the real Albania? How did you swap places? Did he pay you?"
Shqipëri (Albania) was silent for a minute before he suddenly slammed a foot in Macau's stomach, sending the small nation flying back several feet. Standing up, Shqipëri tugged on his wrists. The handcuffs snapped apart easily.
"I don't know, did he?" the doppelganger asked before suddenly darting forward.
He punched Germany in the gut, disarming him at the same time. Germany grunted as he hit the ground. Switzerland whipped his gun out and fired several rounds at Shqipëri who ducked under them. Disappearing into a blur, he reappeared before Switzerland, sending him into a tree.
"Was that supposed to do something?" the doppelganger asked, straightening his jacket.
"Ahoj, hajzel, (Hey, bastard,)" Slovakia growled, wrapping his arms under Shqipëri's armpits and weaving his fingers behind the War's head. "Try someone your own size."
"Don't worry." Shqipëri grinned, bending his legs slightly before he suddenly flipped in the air, dragging Slovakia with him. "I brought enough for everyone!"
"Gah!" Slovakia released Shqipëri when he hit the ground, coughing hard at the pain in his gut.
"Wat?" Luxemburg turned around when a branch rustled, yelping when a blur hit him in the chest. The small nations was sent rolling along the ground before he collided with Switzerland.
Polska straightened up, eyeing the nations around him.
"There's two of them?" Taiwan asked in disbelief.
"Three," a voice said as Estee stepped out from behind the tree.
"Make that five," Danmark said, he and Sverige stepping around another tree. The grinning war had an axe over his shoulder.
"Verdammt," Germany coughed and pushed himself to his feet. "How did you find us?"
"We k'dnapped Alb'nia and r'placed him w'th our own," Sverige explained with a shrug. "It was s'mple."
"Catching you is too easy," Danmark cackled as he swung his axe through the air. "Yer all weak, just like trees." Portugal ducked under the axe. When she raised her head, the nations could see her eyes had turned an acidic green
"Olá." She bared her teeth in a feral grin.
"Great," Slovakia grumbled. "Inquisitor. I don't like her in bed and I can't stand her out of it."
"Focus," Germany hissed at the other nations.
"H'llo." Sverige nodded to Inquisitor. "T'ke th'm," he ordered the other Wars.
"Yes sir!" Shqipëri mock saluted Sverige before ramming his shoulder into Slovakia's stomach and flipping him once more.
"Gah!" Slovakia grabbed his head.
"Verdammt!" Germany shouted when Danmark hit him in the stomach with the handle of his axe. Ducking another blow, he managed to kick Danmark's legs from under him. The War rolled back with the fall and leapt to his feet again.
"Not bad, Germany," Danmark laughed. "But I'm no Canary." He swung his axe around, hitting Luxemburg in the head in the process.
"Gah!" Luxemburg stumbled forward, collapsing on Switzerland again. The larger nation shoved him off.
"Halo!" Danmark looked up to find Bosnia in the air, having jumped off the roof of a van, bringing the heel of his boot down on the War's face. Danmark yelped and stumbled away from Germany. His axe clattered to the ground uselessly as his hands flew to his nose.
"And you call us weak." Bosnia smirked over his shoulder.
"I'll show ya weak!" Danmark suddenly lurched to his feet and wrapped his hands around Bosnia's throat.
Taiwan and Macau split in opposite directions when Polska charged them. Macau slid under one van while his sister leapt onto the roof of the other.
"What are we supposed to do?" Taiwan demanded. She ducked when Switzerland was thrown over the van by Estee. "You okay, Switzerland?" she called over her shoulder.
"Just great," Switzerland groaned.
Polka grabbed the van, barely grunting as he began to tilt it over.
"How is he doing that?" Taiwan yelped, leaping off the van and landing on the ground beside Switzerland.
"They're Wars," Switzerland snapped as he struggled to his feet. "They're stronger than we thought they were."
"Gah!" Macau scrabbled at the ground when Sverige grabbed him by the leg. The War easily pulled him out from under the van, holding him by the ankle in the air. "Put me down!"
"Ei!" Inquisitor charged, ducking under Danmark's axe, and swung her foot into Sverige's stomach. "Deixem-no ir! (Let him go!)" Sverige stumbled back but caught himself. Swinging Macau through the air, he threw the screaming nation at Inquisitor.
"Please tell me you have a plan." Austria sidestepped Inquisitor and Macau. He glanced at Germany worriedly. "This fight may not be on our side."
"I wish I could say I did," Germany growled as he pushed himself up. "If they would stand still, then maybe we could hit them."
"Yeah, give me a second and I'll ask them," Slovakia said sarcastically.
Austria frowned, studying the wars. "Germany," he said as he drew his sword and offered another to his younger brother. "Take the left."
"Fine." Taking the sword, Germany flanked the Wars from the left. Estee ducked under Austria's sword, yelping when Germany caught him on the other side. The War stumbled back, clutching his side and grimacing.
"Take the lower half," Austria snapped. "And twist him. I'll take the upper half."
Germany grabbed Estee's left leg and Austria grabbed the War's opposite shoulder. Together, they flipped the War through the air. Estee hit the ground with a snarl. He struggled to right himself after the attempt to twist his torso and legs in opposite directions.
"T'ke the ones we need!" Sverige shouted as he shoved Slovakia off himself. Danmark knocked Switzerland and Thailand to the ground before wrapping an arm around Taiwan's waist.
"Hey!" Taiwan struggled wildly but it was useless.
Polska ducked under Belgium and tackled Macau, throwing him over his shoulder easily.
"Portugal!" Macau tried to kick himself free.
"Ei!" Inquisitor charged Polska, cursing when Estee kicked her in the stomach.
Sverige folded Luxemburg over his shoulder and managed to grab Mongolia by the hair.
"Well." Shqipëri grinned, Bosnia over his shoulder. "It's been fun, but we really should get going."
"Nein!" Germany charged forward. He shouted in pain when he was punched in the nose. "Verdammt!" He stumbled back, clutching his nose.
"Go!" Polska snapped, leaping easily into the high branches of the tree. Shqipëri rolled his eyes and followed the other War.
"Luxemburg!" Belgium screamed, trying desperately to follow the Wars.
Switzerland took careful aim at Sverige's back and opened fire on the War. He cursed when the War managed to evade them all.
"We need to get back to base," Germany snapped, hurrying for the vans. "Now!"
Slovakia scrambled to his feet, grabbing Inquisitor's head on the way.
"Não!" Inquisitor struggled against her husband desperately. "Macau!"
"You can't help him right now," Slovakia snapped as he shoved the ex-empire into the front seat. "He can take care of himself."
o)O(o
Denmark shivered in the cell, glaring at the stone walls surrounding him. His ribs had healed and Sverige had locked him away for the time being. He was not at all happy with his accommodations.
The door swung open on silent hinges and a figure stood in the doorway, blocking any light that could have made it in.
"What do ya want?" Denmark growled, drawing his knees to his chest. "Finally come ta cut me up?"
"Hayır." Turkey's doppelganger stepped into the room, shutting the door behind himself. "That's Sverige's job."
"Ya," Denmark snarled. Leaping to his feet, he charged the doppelganger with a raised fist. The doppelganger easily caught the arm and slammed the nation into the wall. He pinned Denmark there easily.
"What do ya want?" Denmark struggled uselessly against the doppelganger.
"I came ta help ya," Turkey's doppelganger said in his gravelly voice. He loosened his grip on Denmark's slightly.
"And how are ya going ta do that?" Denmark pushed on the arm. "I thought ya were one of them."
"I'm not." Releasing Denmark completely, Turkey's doppelganger stepped back. "I'm an older enemy."
"Hvad?" Denmark rubbed his chest, glaring at the doppelganger. "What do ya mean by that?" The doppelganger only chuckled and reached up to remove his mask. He easily slid dark contacts out, revealing red irises.
"Ya'll find," he said. "I'm not such a bastard."
"Ottoman," Denmark breathed. "But ya died, I saw it happen." He looked the realm up and down. Ottoman looked healthy, like he had before. The only difference was the slit pupils in his red eyes. Just like a cat's.
"But I made Greece a promise," Ottoman said firmly. He placed the mask back over his eyes and pocketed the contents. "I promised ta stay by his side. And I mean ta do it. I was reborn as a cat until Mesopotamia petted me."
"Pity." Denmark crossed his arms and scowled. "I liked it better when ya were dead."
"Then ya'd be dead too," Ottoman pointed out. "Ya have asthma, don't ya? I heard Sverige talkin'."
"What does it matter ta ya?" Denmark huffed. "So I have asthma."
"Ya could hurt yerself." Ottoman shrugged. "I'm in the same boat as ya are right now. I'm a nation."
"Yer a what?" Denmark's jaw dropped in disbelief. "But how? Yer a realm."
"How should I know?" Ottoman shrugged again. "Anyway, I don't have time ta be talkin'. Sverige could be back any minute. I came with a plan ta save ya."
"And how are ya going ta do that?" Denmark demanded. "Sverige said he was going ta cut me open when I'm healthy. Well." He spread his arms. "As ya can see, I'm perfectly fine."
"Not as long as I can help it." Ottoman moved to stand before Denmark, grabbing something from his pocket. "Sverige said as long as ya had a needle in yer arm, ya were safe."
"What are ya doing?" Denmark stepped away from the realm, eyeing him suspiciously.
"This." Ottoman swiped Denmark's legs out from under him and sat on his chest, pinning him to the floor with his knees on the nation's shoulders.
"Stop!" Denmark struggled against Ottoman uselessly. The realm was the strongest he'd ever seen in a nation before.
"Hayır, I'm helpin' ya." Ottoman removed the protective covering of a syringe and squirted out a bit of the contents before pinning on of Denmark's arms down.
"Nej!" Denmark grabbed Ottoman's wrist, trying to stop him from placing the needle any closer to his skin.
"We could play a game if ya want," Ottoman said in a dark voice. "But that would end up with ya broken."
"Just stop!" Denmark howled. "Don't touch me!"
"Knock it off." Ottoman stabbed Denmark in the arm with the syringe and pushed the pump down, injecting the contents straight into the nation's bloodstream.
"Nej." Denmark yanked his arm away, drawing it close to his chest. "What did ya do?"
"That's a pathogen," Ottoman said as he stood and dusted his knees off. "Ya might know it by its more common name: the Bubonic Plague." Denmark froze, his eyes widening as they moved to look up at Ottoman's face.
"What did ya just say?" he asked slowly.
"The Bubonic Plague," Ottoman repeated. "Sverige is a good enough doctor. He should be able ta fix ya up in a matter of days. I should have a better plan by then."
"Ya didn't." Denmark scrambled away from the realm. "Yer not serious!"
"I am." Ottoman flashed Denmark a feral grin. "I rarely joke about my plans. Don't worry, ya'll be fine. I have ta find Greece before she does somethin' stupid." He paused at the door, looking over his shoulder. "Don't tell anyone about me. I really am tryin' ta save yer life."
Denmark stared after Ottoman as the realm left and locked the door.
"He's nuts. That guy is nuts." He glanced down at his arm, rubbing it with a worried expression.
o)O(o
Lithuania could only clutch his stomach as Cuba shot through the border patrol and crossed into Estonia. When Morocco had said Cyprus and Egypt were running through the woods to escape, Cuba had apparently taken it as 'drive as recklessly as you can'. He had managed to turn a two hour drive into a half hours.
"¡Más rápido! (Faster!)" Mexico laughed, her hands in the air. "¡Más rápido!"
"Slower," America groaned from the back seat. "Slower."
"Cuba," Lithuania said, clutching the headrest of the driver's seat. "I would appreciate it if we weren't pulled over in my brother's land."
"Shut up," Cuba growled, jerking the wheel to dart around a semi. They narrowly avoided being run over by another.
"Can we not die?" America begged. He yelped when Mexico hit him on the head.
"¡Cállate, hijo de puta! (Shut up, bastard!)" Mexico snapped. "Or I'll come back there."
"Australia." America clutched his head. "Get Cuba out of the driver's seat. I don't feel like dying today."
"I wish I could, mate." Australia struggled not to heave his stomach's contents all over the van floor. "But I'm a bit busy right now."
"Iceland." America tapped his older brother on the shoulder. "Bite him." Iceland yelped when Cuba was nearly hit again and scrambled for cover. He somehow managed to fit under the seat, his tail tucking around himself tightly.
"Why do we have to speed?" Lithuania asked hopelessly. "Can't you drive the speed limit?"
"We're trying to save someone," Cuba snapped back. "I'm not going to bother driving so just so we can lose them."
Lithuania moaned and fell back in his seat. The van was silent for several minutes as five nations tried not to lose their stomach's contents.
"Alright," Cuba finally announced. "Here's the plan."
"There's a plan?" America asked, cracking one eye open.
"Do you really think I'm that dumb?" Cuba roared. "America, you open that door. Then you and Australia can get them inside."
"That might be easier said than done." Australia covered his mouth, almost throwing up at a sharp turn.
America leaned over the front seat to work the side door open. Mexico slapped his hand away when it got too close for her. Australia maneuvered himself over the seat and into the back, helping to pull the door open.
"Um, Cuba." The taller nation glanced over his shoulder. "You might want to slow down now."
"You idiots." Cuba grumbled, dropping from ninety-six to forty-eight kilometers per hour.
"I said slow down!" Australia yelped when the door flew open. Wind buffeted the nations sitting in the van.
"¡Idiota!" Mexico started to beat America and Australia over the heads. "Why don't you just leave him alone?"
"Mexico," Lithuania almost whined. "You're not helping."
"I see them!" Australia shouted, pointing at the two running nations. "Grab them!"
America scrambled over the seat. He leaned partially out of the van, holding his arms out.
"Come on!" he shouted over the wind. "Grab my hand!"
Cyprus stumped, yelping when Egypt grabbed him and shoved him at America. The younger nation grabbed Cyprus by the back of his jacket and heaved him into the van, throwing him across Mexico and Lithuania's laps. He turned back to Egypt who used a fallen log as a launching pad to leap into the car. He hit the wall and collapsed on the floor.
"Is everyone in?" Cuba glanced over his shoulder. "Bueno, we're going back." And with that, he jerked the wheel, making an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road.
"Cuba!" Lithuania shouted.
"Better hold on," America muttered to Cyprus and Egypt.
o)O(o
Netherlands slammed the van door shut, rushing around the front to open the other door and drag Spain out. He jerked back as another van tore into the driveway. The nations at the house had not responded to any of the call they'd been making for the past few hours. Everyone had assumed the worst.
"Watch what you're doing!" Netherlands growled.
"I'm sorry." Belgium winced then gasped at the sight of Spain. "What happened?"
"He got shot," Netherlands grumbled, hefting Spain up and wrapped arm around his waist while pulling one of Spain's around his neck.
"Here, let me help." Canada scrambled out of the van to grab Spain's other arm. "Ukraine, could you check on Spain's wrappings?" His wife hurried to examine the back of the injured nation's head.
Spain's eyes flickered open lazily. One of his unfocused eyes lazily flicked to Netherlands.
"N-Neth?" he croaked, but couldn't finish the sentence.
"Shut up," Netherlands grumbled. "I don't want to hear your stupid voice."
"Netherlands!" Belgium yelped as two more vans pulled in.
Russia helped Korea stumble out of the car. The Asian nation had a marvelous bruise on his head and was still suffering from a massive headache.
Germany stepped out of the driver's seat of his van. He gave Prussia a one-armed hug before he hurried to check on Spain.
"Verdammt," he muttered. "We need to get him into surgery immediately."
"Ja," Netherlands sighed. "Belgium?"
"I'll get it ready." Belgium hurried around the side of the mansion to the front door.
"What happened?" Cuba gaped at the group as he pulled Latvia out of the car. "How did we manage to lose nearly half the nations?"
"They were too strong," Germany said, shaking his head. He checked on Turkey next before moving on to North Korea.
Japan sat on the bumper of the van, leaning against Finland for support. She clutched her ribs with a pained expression.
"Japan!" Australia rushed to the Asian nation's side, worry written on his face. "Are you alright?" Whatever Japan was about to say was drowned out by a horrified scream from Belgium.
"What now?" Switzerland demanded as he rushed to the house. Slovakia and Russia were both quick to follow him. "Bel?" The Germanic nation stepped through the front door.
The doors to the meeting room had been closed tightly. Before them stood Albania, his arms spread out on either side of him. Daggers had been buried deep into his hands, pinning him to the doors. Belgium had her mouth covered and was backing away from the sight.
Shrugging out of his jacket, Switzerland threw it over his wife's head before ushering her away.
"Sakre," Slovakia swore as he slowly walked up to Albania. "Is this the real one?"
"Real one?" Russia repeated with a cock of his head.
"There was a doppelganger," Slovakia explained quickly. He gently turned Albania's head and spotted the earring. "Yep, that's him."
Albania groaned, slowly opening his eyes. He grimaced at the sight of Russia and Slovakia.
"Mut," he rasped. "Long time, no see."
"Da, it would seem." Russia approached Albania. He examined a dagger carefully. "I don't believe there is any other way."
"Probably not," Slovakia said. He steadied himself against Albania, wrapping his arms around the other nation. "This is going to hurt."
Russia yanked the knife from the wall quickly, freeing Albania's hand. Albania screamed bloody murder as he thrashed against Slovakia.
"Jo, stop!"
"Izvinite," Russia apologized as he moved to the other hand. "There is no other way."
Albania let his head fall forward to rest on Slovakia's shoulder. "Jo, please," he begged.
"You're going to be fine," Slovakia muttered as he shifted his grip on Albania. He nodded to Russia who yanked the other knife out. Albania screamed again, collapsing forward when he was free. His arms hung uselessly over Slovakia's shoulders.
"What in the world?" Slovakia stumbled back, easing Albania to the floor. Kneeling down, he examined the nation's shoulders carefully. "They're dislocated."
"Da?" Russia leaned down, lifting an arm gently. "So it would seem. This is going to be more pain for you," he commented.
"Don't remind me." Albania gritted his teeth in pain. "I think they did just about everything to me."
"Who? The Wars?" Slovakia asked.
"Po," Albania snapped. "Who did you think I was talking about?"
"Maybe Utopia returned," Slovakia growled and tapped Albania on the shoulder. The injured nation howled, writhing in the two nations' grip.
"What is going on in here?" Germany demanded as he stormed through the front door. "Belgium looks like she's seen a ghost and-." He froze at the sight of Albania.
"Guess who's back?" Slovakia said dryly.
"If they were here," Germany said softly. His eyes flicked to the closed door. Whirling around, Russia ripped the door open.
The room was in shambles. Every nation was accounted for, but they were scattered around the room unconscious. Hong Kong was folded over a chair in a painful looking way. North Russia, Bauhinia, and Indonesia were piled in the corner of the room, surrounded by broken computers. A gash ran along Morocco's forehead.
"Czech!" Slovakia raced to his sister's side, pulling the smaller nation into his lap.
"Germany," America called as he wandered into the room. "Netherlands says he's getting sick of . . ." He trailed off at the sight of the room. His eyes widened when he spotted Morocco.
"Babe!" He raced to his wife, grabbing her hand. "Babe, can you hear me?" Morocco moaned, her head shifting to the side. "Babe?" America asked weakly, cupping his wife's cheek. "Come on, Babe. I know you can hear me."
"This is bad," Russia commented to Germany.
"Ja." Germany stared around himself in shock. "We need to stop these Wars before they do anything else."
"I may be able to help you there," Albania gasped. "If you would kindly get me some highly illegal drugs and pump them into me. I'm clever, not pain resistant."
"Here." Canada, who had just wandered into the house, knelt beside Albania and laid a hand on the nation's forehead. "I can help you sleep. You won't have any dreams." Albania felt a drowsiness fill him. "You're going to be just fine."
"He's a warning," Germany said.
"A warning?" Russia asked in slight confusion. Moving across the room, he laid Hong Kong on the floor.
"Albania was working with the Wars," Germany said. He knelt down to examine Northern Ireland's crumpled wings. He sighed in relief when he found them unbroken. "The Wars are trying to prove they are stronger than us."
"What else could they be?" Slovakia snapped as he held Czech close to his chest.
"I don't understand." Morocco stood, having awoken, and used America as support. "Why would they turn on him if he was working for them? He is the greatest thief known to our kind."
Germany thought before speaking. "These Wars represent ever way we have fought in, ja?" he said. "Most of those wars were started when Albania did something for money. They must feel it as an act of betrayal toward themselves."
"Or they wanted to find the right time to kill him." Australia stepped into the room, looking upset about something. "Who here has never wanted to kill him less than three times?"
Canada raised his hand.
"Bror." America dropped his head on Morocco's shoulder. "You're soft."
"Am not," Canada snapped. "I just think he deserves another chance."
"He's had about a hundred of those," Australia muttered. "And look where they got him."
"Enough," Germany snapped. "We don't need to be fighting amongst ourselves. Move the injured nations in bedrooms. Mark the doors of the severely injured with a red 'x' so we can care for them first. Spain, Turkey, and Albania are our first priority right now."
"Yes, Germany," Australia sighed and left the room.
Morocco knelt beside Albania to study his shoulders. "I have not seen this type of torture in many decades," she commented.
"Strappado," Germany said before America could ask. "I recognized it."
"Germany." Morocco looked up. "If he's too severely damaged, we may have to amputate his arms."
"Tell Belgium to prepare for surgery," Germany said as he rolled up his sleeves. "I will care for Spain and she can care for Albania."
Russia gently dragged Andorra out from under a desk. The nation had deep scratches down the left side of her face.
"I'll go get Belgium," Canada said. He hurried from the room, wondering if he could survive Switzerland's wrath about Liechtenstein.
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Franco-Prussian War – (1870 – 1871) France vs. Prussia
Casualties: 872,981
Results: Formation of the German Empire and the French Third Republic, and fall of the French Empire
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"What are you doing?" Romano screamed as he struggled against the restraints. He watched in horror as Deutschland flicked a few switches on the keyboard.
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"Looks like it's just you and me, Vietnam," Albania said. He looked sideways at the unconscious Vietnam. "Or just me."
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"You damn bastard." Greece threw her arm around Ottoman's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
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