Chapter One: Unusual World Meeting
England, America, France, China, and Russia, had made it to the castle. Along with them were Lithuania, Poland, Latvia, Estonia and Canada who for once did not have Mr Kumajirou in his arms.
"Holy crap, this place is huge!" America cried out, his bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement. The other nations looked at him with a sense of annoyance… all except for England. The Briton had a determined smile on his face, a hand on his hip and the other resting on his heart.
"It shows the true power of the Great British Empire." England spoke proudly. This was his country's power; gone but not destroyed.
France began to chuckle, a cheeky smirk on his face, "But… as far as I remember, your 'Empire' ceased to exist in 1997, when Hong Kong left you for China, isn't that right, Angleterre?"
Something in England snapped, his teeth gritted as he lashed out at the Frenchman, cursing and badmouthing him with the usual insults: 'frog' and 'wine-loving bastard'.
America huffed as he grabbed the feisty British male, trying to calm him down. He had managed to grab England before he laid a single punch on the Frenchman and whispered:
"You aren't weak Britain… sure you may not have your Empire anymore, but you're still a really strong nation. Albeit, not as strong as me, but still strong!" America gave the elder nation a childish grin. "Ya' gotta' ignore France, after all, you two only fight! We're a team remember, with me being the leader and the Hero, but we work together, right?"
Britain glanced up at America, a soft blush staining his cheeks. "Y-Yes… you're right. I'm sorry America; those actions were unnecessary." A small scowl appeared on his face as he was let go; he didn't like being lectured by someone much younger than him. However, since it was America, he'd learn to live with it.
"Hold on, Mr America."
"Hm? What is it, Lithuania?" The American turned to the Lithuanian, a look of curiosity on his youthful features.
"Look over there." Lithuania pointed and the all Allies followed his line of sight. The Baltic country appeared to be pointing at a cluster of small figures advancing towards them. America raised his fists in case, but then confusion spread amongst the nations as a familiar voice cried.
"Hey Germany, there's big brother France!" Italy chimed as he ran in front of the German in question. Romano heaved an annoyed sigh at his younger brother, only to be swept up by the Spaniard and carried toward the other nations, a deep scowl on his face, although his cheeks flushed a light pink.
"Hey! Birdie!" Prussia yelled; darting toward the Canadian, his red eyes alight with happiness at seeing his maple leaf again.
"Hey Prussia…" The quiet nation whispered, bracing himself for the Prussian's tackling hug; the albino then placed multiple kisses on the Canadian's cheeks, which caused him to blush.
"Prussia!" A loud female voice was heard. The country in question turned around, an arm still around Canada's shoulders. The Prussian was then tackled to the ground by the angry Hungarian.
"You bastard! How the hell did you beat me?!" She cried out, her green eyes dark with annoyance.
"What? Isn't it obvious? I am just more awesome than you! Kesesese~" Prussia laughed and pushed Hungary off, sitting up, resting his elbow on his knee. The Canadian, out of worry, knelt by the Prussian and asked if he was okay. The albino just grinned, his fanged teeth showing; pulled the Canadian to him and kissed his lips. Canada was slightly stunned but settled and kissed Prussia back.
Hungary folded her arms and walked back to Austria; she was unimpressed.
"Anyway, after this odd chain of events, shall we head inside?" Italy smiled brightly.
"Hell yeah! This'll be fun!" America grinned, taking England's hand in his own; this caused the Briton to blush brightly. "Don't worry guys! After all, I'm the HERO~!"
Everyone, the Allies, the Axis, and the central European countries, all stuck together as they went to enter the dilapidated castle.
"This is going to be like so cool bro!" America chuckled.
"America, you will now see the true power of the Great British Empire." England grinned.
"Let's, like, go inside already." Poland complained, staying beside Lithuania. Prussia began to laugh as he ran to the large wooden doors and flung them open.
All the nations covered their eyes as a harsh wind gushed past them. It bit their cheeks due to the icy chill. Some of the nations gathered together, trying to protect each other. The Baltic Trio stuck together, as did the Central Europeans.
"Holy shit! It's cold in there!" Romano shrieked.
"I don't know why it's so cold here in England!" Italy shivered, latching onto Germany's muscular arm for protection.
Switzerland put his arms around Liechtenstein as she began to shake; as did America to England.
A few moments later, the wind stopped and everyone considered the grand yet dimly lit hallway of the castle. Russia, unshaken by the biting wind, decided to step forward into the candlelit corridor. England let out a small yelp as a shiver went down his spine; he took a step back and clutched the material of his shirt.
"Iggy? W-What's up?" America asked the Briton, concern clouding his face.
"M-Maybe we shouldn't go in. I have a horrible feeling about this now…" England's face was pure white, his pupils small inside his emerald irises, sweat dripping from his brow.
"Are you serious-aru? We've made it this far let's go!" China spoke; the elder country wanting authority.
"It was a vingt minute drive, mon ami. I would hardly call that a challenge." France spoke, a sarcastic pout on his face and a hand on his hip.
"Yeah, come on Britain. I swear, if we go in and we get into trouble, you bet your ass I'm gonna' get us outta' there." America grinned, but a look of pleading clouded his eyes. He had found the castle and so he wanted to explore it properly.
England looked around at the other nineteen people with them, but fixated his gaze on America. "A-Alright… But, if anything bad happens we are getting out of here." America nodded in response and held the Brit's hand tight in his own.
And so, the Nations had come together to explore this castle. What was going to occur now in this unusual world meeting?
Author's Note:
This is up a little early today, whew! Just as a heads-up: I am back to university next week, so, expect Finding his Queen to be up, still on Mondays, at around 6pm GMT, so it's less time to wait! Lower Your Ghostly Sword will still be up at 10pm GMT on Wednesdays!
So, all the nations meet in this chapter, I know there's still not a lot of action yet; but that will all begin next chapter. Warning you know, there is a lot of major character death in this fanfiction, with quite a few gorey scenes; they aren't completely disgusting, but one or two of them can seem a little disturbing.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter and see you all again on Monday!
Thank you!