Chapter 12, A Sacrifice

After an hour of running, the group of countries finally stopped in the living room of the mansion.

"What, in Lady Liberty's name was that?!" said America looking to England. England didn't respond as he had taken the couch and was rubbing his temples.

"Bunny," said Scotland; sitting on the couch next to England, "Are ye alright?"

England looked at Scotland and threw his head back, laughing maniacally,

"Alright!? ALRIGHT!? Oh no, Scotland. I'm just bloody fucking fantastic! My twin brother just got kidnapped by the fucking Slenderman, and is probably having the worst pain he had since the fucking London Blitz!"

"Don't worry Angleterre, I'm sure Londres will be- ouch!" said France rubbing his forehead, "Mon dieu, what was sat for?!"

"Talk shit, get hit French bastard," muttered England; he shook his head, "You don't get it do you? London isn't just my brother, capital, and heart! He's the reason why I'm still bloody sane!"

"Eh? But I'm still sane, and I was a former empire like you," said Spain. England snorted,

"Of course you're still sane, you have Romano, Frog, Prussia, and who ever the fuck else hangs out with you. As you can see, I don't exactly keep myself other company".

"You still got me," objected America.

"Oh, and you're saying that you believed me when I was talking with Clarice? Or Tinkerbell? Or even Captain Hook? I don't think so, a lot of you didn't believe me then, I don't expect you to believe me now. Also you can see, I don't exactly have a healthy relationship with my brothers," he said motioning to Scotland, Wales, and Ireland; who took position on each side of the couch.

"Wait, that ain't true brawd!" objected Wales. England turned, and looked at him dead in the eye,

"Look straight at me, and tell me; with a straight face that you have never went back at me, got back at me, and bullied me".

Wales looked down guiltily, as well as Scotland and Ireland.

"See," said England leaning back on the couch, "The painful truth is that of all the people in my...long miserable life, London is the only one who has been there. Always".

The man with purple skin, watched from a far once again. Gazing at the blond Kirkland in the middle of the other Kirklands and countries.

"Hehehe, how tragic. Soon, oh so soon".

"Khehehehe".

"Shut up, its's creepy and giving me a headache".

"Kolkolkolkolkol".

"Alright ye bloody bastard, what did I say?!" yelled England, bolting up from his nap on the couch. Which awoke the rest of the nations in the living room. England looked for Russia, only to find that he was barley waking up from his outburst.

"Aiya, what was that for England aru?" complained China.

"Shut up," he demanded, straining his ears.

"ALBION!" The voice of London screeched, the voice coming from everywhere.

"You won't trick me with that you son of a bitch," growled England; starring straight ahead. At the shadow from the edge of the room, giving off a sinister aura.

"Ahhh, but I thought that would have gotten you rushing toward me. Determined to save his brother, like the valiant knight you are~". The voice was still London's, but not. It was deeper, and far more blood curling

"Tch, London wouldn't screech as horribly as you; moron," said England rolling his eyes.

"Who the hell is this guy?" asked America.

"None of your concern, Alfred Jones. None of yours, my business is with Arthur here~" The source of the voice finally came out from the shadows, Slenderman.

"Yipe, no I know; and I don't wanna anymore!" yelped America, hiding with the Italy brothers; behind Spain.

"Hey! American bastardo, get your own hiding spot!"

England rolled his eyes once more, both at America and Romano. He turned back to Slenderman,

"Where is London and Hungary Slenderman?"

Slenderman smiled, revealing rows of sharp, bloody, teeth.

"Right here~"

London appeared from behind the shadows, his head lifted up; causing England the other countries to recoil in horror.

"Al..Albion?"

London's face was half burned off, the right of his face revealing to be badly burned. Or worse. His face was crimson red with blood, and his clothes were torn to pieces; revealing thousands, apon hundreds of scares.

"A-Arthur, run! I don't know when. But they're planning to-"

London lurched forward, a black substance spilling from his mouth. Hungary doing the same, and not looking any better than London, her clothes were in the same condition as London's, and her hair was singed to the point of revealing the bloody scares on her head.

"Arthur, bunny, we have te go now; if that's wha I think it is. We best be gone now, come on," said Scotland, pulling England and the rest of the nations into a running pace exiting the living room and into another hall.

"But, wait! Scotland wait! No! William! WILLIAM!" yelled England, shaking his hand away from Scotland.

"Arthur..." Then London collapsed to the floor. More blood spilling from his mouth, London began gaging. As well as Hungary, but the blood spilled more intensely from London. From there, he looked straight into England's eyes and smiled; a bit strained, but he smiled nothing less.

"Arthur, follow them. Go. It's already to late for me anyway, go; and don't give me that bullshit. Black blood..." he wheezed, "The scars..you know exactly what this means. So, go you stubborn son of a bitch. GO!" He wheezed more, blood still spilling from his mouth. The bros where gathering behind the hall; Shit at this rate, I need to stall.

"Go back to hell you ugly shits," he muttered. Muttering a spell, a dark green light bursted from his body. With a final smirk, his voice echoed through the walls,

"Bastards, I don't go out without a bang".

"WILLIAM!"

A/n: Hi guys, Happy New Year! Also don't worry, this isn't the end not even close, I swear on my precious Hetalia figure collection. Review, Follow or Favorite. What ever floats your boat. Good evening/morning/day!