Chapter 30! I live! (kinda). So apologies for the long delay with this chapter, however exams have hit and another chapter isn't likely until after they have pasted. I'm sure everyone can relate. Nevertheless, before delving onto the next chapter, let's answer some questions
Question Time:
TheEyebrowsOfFreedom asks: Why does Allistor share Gisil's accent but Arthur does not?
Arthur never grew up with Gisil, with Gisil leaving him to Allistor's care when he was thirteen years old (though he appeared to be three years old, as in human years). Arthur stayed and grew up quite sheltered with his brothers until he was fifty-two (in human years, twelve years old), when he and his brothers became distant due the unwanted attention Arthur received from other sorcerers. After their separation, he spent most of his time alone and having adventures of his own. Some of his fondest memories come from his time spent treasure hunting alongside pirate lord Afonso Carriedo (cousin to Antonio). The banked wealth cashed in from the discovered treasures was actually what ultimately allowed Arthur to survive in the Capital at sixty nine (sixteen), the money being what brought him the Tea Room and the apartment. Francis came into his life later on... and we'll be getting a flashback of it soon ;)
They also ask: Does Matty and Alfred know that Arthur is one hundred years old?
I like to think that Alfred hasn't completely understood the information and what it means for his feelings. I also feel that Matthew is in denial of it all, with him barely being comfortable with the idea of sorcerers. So to properly wrap his head around the whole new world of angels and demons and cosmic wars is a long way off.
Alright, and questions are done. And so, with no more delays here is the next chapter,
Enjoy!
Hetalia - The Cold of War
The Nordic Kingdom, The Royal Palace, Outside the War Room
Allistor Kirkland strode out the doors like a man robed in victory, his brilliant glowing aura shone about him gloriously. His boots clopped against the flagstone flooring as he walked past the dallying maids and servants to the end of the hall, where fellow friends Lukas Bolshevik and Alfred Jones waited. Allistor greeted them with a toothy grin and a spring in his step as he strode up to his companions. The pair looked to him expectantly.
"Well? How'd it go?" Alfred immediately asked as he dropped his hand from his mouth, having regrettably slipped back into the nervous habit of biting his nails from his childhood. Allistor cocked his head to the side as he bounced a step and bit his lip mischievously.
"Oh aye, it went very well sunny boy. One airship ta the Capital, as I promised" Allistor sung with his Greek-fire eyes sparkling merrily as he thought back of his triumph in the room. Alfred let out a relieved sigh at the good news and turned his head to Lukas when the man made thoughtful noise.
"So Master Jones spoke the truth then. You truly do intend to rescue Arthur" Lukas mused with a half sigh colouring his words. Allistor looked to Lukas and nodded, despite knowing he wouldn't see it. To his back, the doors swung open again and the councilmen trickled out, quietly muttering under their breaths to one another. As the flock came within range of Allistor, Alfred and Lukas, a few pulled sneers and other expressions of disgust at the Scot as they passed by. One of the men, the middle-aged one named Casper, actually stopped at his shoulder to speak.
"You must be pretty impressed with yourself, sorcerer. I believe the last time someone dared to spy on a council meeting, lost their right hand" Casper disdained with a curled lip, his large hands clenched at his side. Allistor turned to look the noble man up and down and gave him his best cocky smirk.
"Good thing I'm not just 'someone' then, ain't it?" Allistor returned smugly and held back a laugh when he saw the Casper's face slowly start to redden.
"Oh-h, you! Just who do you think you are to talk to me like that!" Casper gasped in outrage and opened his mouth to give Allistor a piece of his mind when one of his colleges placed a shoulder on his trembling shoulder.
"It's no use friend. Let it lie. Sorcerers have no real respect for authority. We should leave and attend to the tasks His Majesty as assigned us. Oh, and sorcerer," he turned to glare at Allistor, "the King may of given you what you wanted, but do not forget to uphold your end of the bargain. Remember who you're answering to now and do your job". Allistor icily glowered at the noblemen as they left to rejoin their fellowship, rounding the corner before they disappeared from sight.
"Allistor, what did you do? What did you promise them?" Lukas heavily scorned and crossed his arms over one another. Allistor shrugged and shifted his weight in discomfort. For all his hard face, Alfred didn't miss the telltale sign of Allistor's weakness.
"Ah, well ya see, it's a funny story but-"
"C'mon dude, just spit it out" Alfred interrupted in impatience, and instantly regretted it when Allistor shot a pissed look at him before he mellowed with a slump of his shoulders.
"I might of offered ta go to Newtown in exchange for our passage ta the Capital" Allistor gritted through his teeth and winced then Lukas and Alfred dually gave shouts of disbelief.
"What?! Why the hell would you want to go there?" Alfred blurted with a bewildered expression as he back peddled. Of all the things he had been expecting it hadn't been that!
Allistor scowled irritably. "General Ludwig an' tha King have a plan to invade Cogs-Forge, an' its involves me traveling ta Thornbor to persuade the Dwarfs ta rise up against it" Allistor explained with a squared jaw as he proceeded to tell his companions what had occurred in the war room… When he had finished, Alfred's jaw was hung open and Lukas was slowly shaking his head.
"Oh, Allistor. What have you done? Do you not remember the golden rule? Never, ever, get involved in politics. It never ends well for us" Lukas despaired and rubbed the sides of his temples as he digested the disturbing news. Allistor rolled his eyes and huffed while Alfred shook his head frantically.
"Dude! Never mind whatever you just said. What about Arthur? I thought we were going to save him" Alfred demanded as he looked from Allistor to Lukas.
"Gods, give me strength! We are. Tha plan is ta sneak into tha Capital, get ta the wardrobe leading to Artie, sneak him out on a ship, drop him off back 'ere, and then I go Thornbor alone. Got it?," Allistor laid down and raised his thick eyebrows when he saw Alfred gave him a doubtful look. "What?" He flatly demanded.
Alfred shrugged. "I just don't think Arthur would okay with you going off on your own, you know?". Allistor returned by making an irritated noise in his throat.
"I don't give a toss about what Artie thinks if it keeps him safe. That bastard Angel is out there controlling the bloody Emperor, with tha whole Kingdom acting as his god damn spies. There's not a chance in hell I'm letting him get within a mile of my brother," Allistor growled with such animalistic ferocity that Alfred had to repress the urge to take a step back. The Scot closed his eyes and proceeded to take in calming breaths before he turn to Alfred. "Look lad, I know ya mean well. But the key is get Arthur ta safety, and keep him there until I can figure out how ta deal with this all".
Lukas moved and rested a supporting hand on Allistor's arm, "You needn't to bear this burden alone Allistor…Come meet Vladimir and I after you're packed and ready. Don't leave without a word". Allistor nodded and watched Lukas go, the blind sorcerer's indigo cloak dragging across the floor as he did. He looked back to Alfred and a tired line formed between his eyes.
The rebel boy suddenly looked so young as he meet Allistor's stare. Gods. Had he always been that young? He was just a boy. A normal human that he and Arthur had been dragged into their messed up world. He didn't have to be involved, it wasn't his fight. He wasn't a sorcerer, no matter how much they treated him like one. He hadn't spent his entire life surrounded by the obscenity of the supernatural, and yet, Allistor had expected him to mentally adjust in the span of a few hours.
A brave solider boy. The lad that stood before Allistor went beyond that title. Despite knowing what dangerous lives sorcerers lived, the unwanted attention they drew, he had stayed by Arthur's side. After everything, he had stuck close. He'd been beaten, bruised, broken by the Deadmen. Stared death square in the face when Arthur had nearly crushed his windpipe. He'd have the fingerprint imprints till the end of his days to remember it by…Yet after it all, still he stays. Willing to face it all over again, all for his little brother. If that didn't make Allistor acknowledge Alfred's behaviour as the purest incarnate form of love, nothing ever would.
"Uh, dude? You good?, coz you're kinda zoning out there" Alfred's voice faded in and Allistor blinked rapidly before he realised how long he had been staring. His eyes went soft and Allistor felt himself smile as he reached out and messily ruffled the unsuspecting youth's head, much to the latter's protest. "Oi! Lemme go. Get-get off! Jeez, what was that for?" Alfred wiggled as he finally freed himself and stopped when he saw how warm the Scot's smile was. It was the same brotherly one he occasionally gave Arthur.
"Nothing sunny boy. Absolutely nothing," Allistor grinned before he coughed to clear the air and straightened up, "Now, listen ta me. If y'ar serious about coming ta the Capital with me, go ta dormitory an' pack ta travel light. The sun rises in a few hours an' we leave at dawn. Meet me on the ship yard by then, or I leave without you!". Alfred beamed back and gave a mock salute.
"Aye, aye Sir! The hero and his sidekick begin their whirlwind adventure! I'll see you later bro!" Alfred called back as he dashed down the corridor in the direction of the male dormitory, giggling hysterically as Allistor's cursing insults echoed off the walls behind him.
The Capital, The Winter Palace, Emperor Braginski's Office
Sunlight shone down from the glass opal pane behind him, but Ivan Braginski felt none of it's warmth. The star's rays were no longer able to reach the man's shrivelled organ that could of once resembled a heart. Ivan sat alone in the grand study, seated at the King's desk surrounded by papers that demanded his attention: intelligence reports, shipping lists, update letters from Cogs-Forge and new law papers to be approved or denied. It wasn't even the half of the royal duties Ivan had to attend to. The life of an ruler was…difficult to say the least. Adjusting to the lifestyle had been quite the obstacle for him. After all, Ivan and her sisters had come from a poverty stricken background, shamefully uneducated in their little tribe that had resided in the harsh northern mountains. Life back then had been very different, though no less trying then Ivan's present one. Simpler were the times when your greatest ambition was surviving the cold night to see the next morning dawn.
Of course, Ivan had also both his sisters back then as well. But now? Maria, his sweet elder sister, was gone. Untimely ripped out of her mortal coil. Her death had changed him, snapped something inside him that was beyond repair… With loss came denial, then the wrath of anger that distilled into hatred. Venomous hate that corroded his soul. It ate at him, consumed and devoured until rationality gave way to desperation. That was what sent him down the dark path to seek the return of his beloved Maria. Or rather, it was not he that had made the discovery.
Voices had began to whisper from the corners of his mind, many senseless until Ivan had answered back. A single voice had replied in turn. "How aoubt we mkae a dael?" The voice had purred, it's foreign language somehow understandable but simultaneously not. Ivan had made a deal with the devil: become a stringless puppet of hell in exchange for the return of his sister. He had agreed and the faceless devil used him to it's ends, the first being the annexing of the ruling royal family. It had been a long scheme that had involved Ivan entangling himself in the world of politics. His contractor pulling the strings where necessary until Ivan had found himself the most cherished in the King's Court, honourable and worthy. He had wormed his way into the royal family; attending their picnics and the like with the graceful queen Marie and her dotting children, Francis and Louise Epine. They had been a gracious and loving family, being on excellent terms with nearly all whom they came into contact with. They had ruled over the Isles justly and fairly, so much so that their region could almost of been considered a golden age.
And Ivan had been the one to end it when he had stabbed the King in the back. Watched impassively as the queen cried to have her childrens' lives spared with a matching necklace of rope around her neck. But Ivan had dropped them, watched their struggle, and then their surrender as they dangled. Thus ending the Epines royal bloodline. His hired mercenary army had seized the royal palace and they had newly christened it 'The Winter Palace'. After that, Ivan had had to work swiftly to secure his crown. The devil whispered strategies to him, "Klil tehm, tehy wlil nveer ylied. Set tehm at ecah ohetrs' traoths,", constantly enforcing his will to shape the Isles through his puppet king. The devil was his eye in the sky, his seer of potential threats, and he would had Ivan cut them down before they could pose a real one. The plot had succeeded, Ivan had secured his victory with his sister at his side and devil at his back. But it was only the first step towards the devil's true goals.
"Hnut dwon ervey sgline lnivig sorrcceer and birng tehm berfoe me". He had ordered, and Ivan had obeyed. He hadn't felt the frayed fingers of fear since the day he had agreed to their contract. The sorcery purge had ransacked the Isles, staining the new chapter in it's history books red. No matter how many Ivan brought forward, the devil was never satisfied. On the contrary, it's rage had grown. It had peaked (or so Ivan had prayed) when his third in command had brought back two sorcerers by the name of Kirkland. The devil had not been pleased to be so close in achieving it's goal, and yet so far. It wanted, no, it hungered for the one named Arthur Kirkland like a possessed beast starved. Dominated by it's unsavoury, lustful obsession to find the man.
But now, with Natasha's return from the North with him prisoner, Ivan would finally be able to see Maria again. He would fulfil his part of the contract, and the devil would fulfil his. An exchange of souls, if you would have it.
A knock at the door informed Ivan to a presence outside and when he called out to it, a small brunette peeked in.
"Your Majesty, Commander Arlovskaya's ship has returned from the North. Would you have her meet you here?" The servant's voice squeaked with his body still hidden behind the door as he didn't dare to take another step in. Ivan suppressed his smile and gave a dismissive wave of his hand as he rose.
"No. I will come down to the platform to greet her. That is all". Ivan waited until the servant closed the door before he turned to look through the stain glass window behind him. From the view, he could see the lower airship yard and all it's men that scrambled about it like worker ants. Natasha's ship descended slowly as it's ballon was deflated and mooring lines were tossed down to be secured. Ivan felt the unfamiliar glow of satisfaction spread throughout his chest. Natasha had done right by him, now he would do right by her.
The Capital, The Winter Palace, The Airship landing platform
Natasha walked like one condemned; feet dragged, head hung. Dark moons beneath her dulled eyes gave away the sleepless nights, and if you were to peer beneath her napoleon jacket, you would see a defined set of hollowed ribs. Yes, the days after Natasha had learnt her prisoner had escaped had been long, the nights even more so. The gaping blast hole that the reported intruder had left in the side of the ship mocked her as she trudged down the ramp to the platform. The attendees immediately swarmed up to the ship to unload it's contents, while the mechanics moved to forward to remove the damaged wooden boards. Their jobs were simple in their purpose and function. They knew their part, their place, and Natasha bitterly envied them for that. So much uncertainly and doubt clouded her path. Her terror of her brother's impending wrath once he learns of her failure threatened to cause the bile in her stomach to jump to and out of her mouth.
She reached the bottom of the ramp and took in a quivering breath before she raised her graze to catwalk that connected back to the Palace. Her brother approached on it, framed by the grey light of the snowy weather and sister Maria's scarf, the relic still wrapped around his neck. As he strode, brother's violet eyes held forward, looking expectantly towards her and the ship while the other workers behind him followed desperately. Each tried to draw her brother's attention with franticly waved papers and raised voices, yet the Emperor ignored them all. In another time, in any other time, she would of revelled in the undivided attention. What irony that she should now dread the thing she carved most.
Natasha saw the exact moment her brother sensed something was off. His eyes narrowed suspiciously when he saw that no one was brought forward. That there was no prisoner by her side. His heavy steps slowed to a stop. Time, slowed to a stop. Natasha stared back her brother, her gaze wide and pleading and shaky.
A unspoken word: please. Natasha silently sighed the broken plea, her very soul a reverberating glass tanged by a fork. Never before, had she felt so pathetically fragile. A dead expression of disappointment set the Emperor's lips into a tight line, his utterly resenting stare drowned Natasha. It forced her own to the floor and pinned it there. A little sob escaped through her chapped blue lips and when she dared look up, the Emperor had already turned his back on her. He walked away, leaving her alone to her shame and guilt. Ha-, she may dubbed an ice queen, but her brother was Old Man Winter himself. The crowd continued to throb and pulsate with movement around the still Natasha; surrounded by people, and yet never had she felt more alone.
"Ma'am? Um, shall I send forward your mission report to His Majesty?" A small voice asked somewhere behind her. Natasha didn't even find the energy to shake her head, it took all she had simply not to break down. A translucent pearl wobbled in the corner of her eye before it fell, trailing down her ghostly white cheek to splash on the tip of her steel toed boot.
"No. That will not be necessary. He already knows"
The Nordic Kingdom, The Royal Palace, The Airship yard
Sat high on the snowy rooftops overlooking the ship yard, the blind sorcerer and Vladimir Popescu waited side by side with drink in hand, their cloaks clasped tight to warn away the chilled air and flurries of flakes. Below them, Allistor's ship stood ready; the preparation of it all had been kept low-key to avoid rumours of the sorcerer's departure. The far off horizon was beginning to stain orange and pink as the first day's rays flared out, and this was the time when Allistor Kirkland climbed up onto the tilted tiled rooftop. The Scot heaved himself up and sat himself down beside his kin, dumping down his duffel bag that contained his and Arthur's effects at his feet. He nodded gratefully when Vlad extended a drink his way and took a long gulp.
"Hm," Allistor remarked as he smacked his lips together and held up the cup, "Dwarfish. Thought Thornbor would be tha next time I drink this sweet elixir". Vlad meekly smiled and Lukas raised his cup in agreement.
"To dwarfish fire water, and to all else that is good in this world!" He pronounced and Allistor and Vlad cheered and chuckled heartily before they all took a deep swig at the burning liquid. Their laughter died out as the atmosphere gently sobered. A quiet peace settled down upon the men like a silk transparent veil. The men turned their faces to the new dawn, listening to the quiet commotion of the sailors. It was that rare moment of self-aware tranquility, the forward path was clear for Allistor. He knew his place in the world, and he was content.
Allistor sighed easily as the crisp winter's breath enveloped around him. "After everything that fate been thrown at us, here we still stand. Ma direction calls me ta the King's land. Where does yours?" He asked aloud and looked to Lukas and Vlad with a smile. Lukas swished his cup around as he thought.
"To scholar's desk, to learn the sacred knowledge of Names of Power. Only but a fraction of their power is known, and now to learn that the Emperor has the means to abuse them, I fear for us all. If I can unravel the secrets behind them, then perhaps I could help you Vladimir. Help you and all those who have been robbed," Lukas answered and placed a hand on Vlad's knee. "I want to help you Vlad. I do. So please, would you allow it?".
Vlad looked at Lukas and then back down to the hand that comforted his knee. Allistor couldn't tell exactly what was going through the man's head, and partly, he did not wish to know. Vlad's face contorted with uncertainty before he hesitantly placed his hand over Lukas'.
"I-I'd like that" Vlad nervously replied and returned the smile that Lukas gave him. Allistor smirked with a roll of his eyes.
"Gods, get a room boys" He snorted and gave the pair a playful shove, causing them to burst into another fit of laughter. Allistor swiped a whelming tear from his eye as he trailed off chuckling when down below across the yard, Allistor saw the blonde head of Alfred run up to his ship. The youth looked flushed in the face and frantic with dishevelled hair and shirt. His wooden black cloak and grey scarf shrouded the small bag he carried, it's inner contents messily crammed into it.
"Ah, there's sunny boy. I better be away" Allistor stated as he set his drink down and moved to the edge of the rooftop. Lukas and Vlad hurried to their feet.
"Wait, Allistor. Vladimir and I didn't invite you up here just for a send off drink. I- we, have something we would like to give to you" Lukas spoke and drew out a small sack out of his pocket. The pouch juggled heavily as he placed it in Allistor's open palm. "I provided the material and Vladimir required the inscription".
Allistor nodded his thanks and undid the string. He gasped when he saw what Vlad and Lukas given him. Four pearl bones in the shape and size of a domino, each bearing a different rune on one side.
"Seer stones!," Allistor exclaimed, "Bloody hell, where'd you find the whale bones? They're been extinct for years".
"Passed down through the family. Though, we could never quite decipher which runes had to be engraved, what with the triple meanings and all. It was Vlad who filled in the gaps" Lukas explained and missed Vlad's light blush at the compliment. Allistor gave Vlad a wink.
"Thank you, Vladdie. How do they work?". Vlad looked to Lukas to see if he was going to explain, but when he made no move to, Vlad sighed.
"Uh, th-the concept is simple enough. You decide a question and throw the stones up in the air. If they land and the runes face upwards, the answer to your question is yes, and vice versa". Allistor raised a eyebrow as he shook the stones.
"Right. Any rules concerning the questions asked?"
"Well, no direct rules per say, though there are limitations. Questions concerning the past will always give you a clean answer, as the event has already occurred. Present questions more or less work the same as the past save the answers can be liable to change due to changes in decisions. The future is the most difficult to get a solid answer, with there being so many routes it may go. If you admit to ask about the far future, a question like 'Will the Lotus Isle conquer Jasmine?', the stones would not be able to give a finite answer because there are so many variables that could alter that outcome". Vladimir explained and Allistor nodded in response.
"Let's try it. Is my name Allistor Kirkland?," He threw up the stones and caught them. Two showed runes and two did not. "Ya gave me broke stones mate" Allistor criticised and Lukas shook his head.
"They are not broke Allistor. In some cases, you have to be very specific about what your asking for. You see, when you say 'name', are you referring to your given name: Allistor Kirkland, or your true Name?".
The Scot pursued his lips as he thought of another question and shook the stones again, "Okay, specific. Uh, will Alfred Jones and I arrive safely in tha Capital?". The stones were thrown and when they landed, all the rune symbols were face up. Allistor split into a wide grin and pocketed the precious stones, "They work".
Lukas gave a disbelieving tut, "Oh, of course they do, ye of little faith…,". The man trailed off with a hesitant pause, before he stepped forward and drew Allistor into an unexpected embrace. "Do be careful Allistor. Return with Arthur to us safe and swift, I do not wish to lose the two of you". Allistor gave a single laugh as if say how emotional Lukas was being, but he nevertheless returned the gesture.
"My old friend, thank you. For everything" Allistor softly whispered quietly before he pulled away, one hand still resting on Lukas' shoulder as he turned to Vlad with a wink. "Take care of yourself Vlad. I expect to hear great things from you and Lukas when I get back". Vlad gave a small chuckle and bowed his head to Allistor in respect, with Allistor lightly mirrored the action and picked up his bag, before turning to step off the rooftop. He gave one last look back and jumped, landing heavily on the snow crested ice and darted quickly over to Alfred. The young rebel jumped in surprise when Allistor sped past him up the ramp onto the ship.
"Whoa! Dude! You scared the bejabbers outta me!" Alfred cried as he quickly followed Allistor onto the creaking wooden deck. When they had both stepped on, the pilot that had been stationed at the wheel motioned for the waiting crew that they were off and began to man the controls. Soon the ship was making it's ascendent into the snowy heavens and Allistor watched beside Alfred over the ledge the Nordic royal palace grow smaller. The blizzard was only light but the wind was nippy, and Allistor shivered as he saw the shrinking sorcerers turn away and head back inside. Around them, the crew worked to unfurl the sails and fire up the purring engine while on Allistor's left, Alfred watched silently. The boy's brow was troubled, ageing his face.
"What's wrong sunny boy? Y'ar wee prick chilly?" Allistor teased with a jib at Alfred's ribs. When no reaction came, Allistor felt his childish mood leave him. "Oi, what's eating ya?". Alfred blinked and came back to earth, his eyes behind his glasses misted.
"It's nothing, it can't be changed now" Alfred glumly replied with a pouting lower lip, sounding positively miserable. The Scot internally rolled his eyes and turned to give Alfred a hard look.
"Now you listen ta me, Jones. Once upon a time, when I had an issue of ma own, some cheeky pip of a git told me ta suck in ma balls an' get over myself," Alfred smirked when he remembered the moment in front of the training hall, "An' I wanted nothin' more than ta punch the bastard's perfect teeth in. But I didn't, an' ya know why? Because, he was sickeningly right…Now it's time take ya own advice. Harden y'ar heart an' tell me what's wrong".
Alfred Jones had one last mental tug of war with himself before he surrendered. "I never told you but, I never actually got permission to leave the Resistance. I-I've deserted, I'm a traitor. When I went to grab my stuff, my brother- Matt was there. And, when I told him what I was doing, he…he said some pretty harsh stuff. I don't know if he's ever gonna forgive me" Alfred despaired and quickly rubbed his wet eyes with his forearm. Allistor closed his own and let out a long exhale. He and Arthur really had messed up his life. A sudden grip clasped around Allistor's arm.
"But I'm serious about this! I have to go and save Arthur," Alfred stated, his eyes wide and desperate "please don't send me back. I need to know he's okay". Allistor reassuringly patted the hand that gripped him and roughly closed Alfred close, resting his blonde head on his shoulder.
"There there lad. The damage's been done, the past can't be changed. It's okay to feel regret an' sadness, ya don't have to push it down ta appear strong. Real strength is overcoming it, and that's exactly what we are going ta do. Now we're going ta rescue Arthur, an' we're goin' ta do it as a team," He pulled away to look at him.
"Are you with me, brother?"
Alfred took a sniff and furiously nodded his head. "Y-yeah, yeah I'm with you bro". Allistor grinned and clapped Alfred on the back before they both turned to look at the rising morning sun.
Well, Allistor, you have a new brother to look after now. So, we're got adventure, we're got angst, we're got Allistor a cool new fortune telling stones. Some history explained from Ivan's first point of view chapter and foul air between Alfred and Matthew. Although I will be taking a break to do exams and the like, I am super hyped to get the plot steam rolling.
This is the pre ultimate chapter for Hetalia - The Cold of War. The next chapter will be the final one before I bring out next sequel.
Thank you reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you are liking this series and wish to see it continue, please consider taking the time to leave a review leaving me your thoughts, opinions and questions. Once again, thank you for reading and as always,
Until next time folks!