Hi everyone!
Yes i know what you are thinking... OMG SHE IS STILL ALIVE?!
yes.. i am... I just had a major writing block and to give you shitty quality is... erm not my style ^^;
I just came back from a convention and hetalia meeting and I finally got the motivation back i needed to get this done!
I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's more information and backgroundstory about the nations this time, but i still hope you don't think its boring and you get all the informations ._. yeaaaah~
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Wales gave a long sigh, when they finally reached his home. He turned off the engine and looked to Alfred, next to his side. Wale just shook his head and rolled his eyes in annoyance, as Alfred jumped from the boat as fast as he could and sank down on his knees on the wooden planks of the moorings.
"OH THANK GOD LAAAAND!"
He started laughing like crazy and almost kissed the wood he was sitting on.
"Jesus… you call yourself a superpower and can't even take a short boat trip?"
America took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder to Wales, giving him a hurt look.
"D-dude! I'm made for the sky and not for the fucking ocean! Urg…I can still feel my stomach turning!"
He placed a hand on his stomach and started to retch, placing a hand on his mouth.
"I.. I think I'm gonna be sick…"
"Oh you are free to do so! As long as you don't try to puck on my ship again, than I'm fine with it! I have to check on England anyways."
America just gave him a small hand gesture.
"Yeah, yeah, do that. I.. I will stay here for now."
Wales gave a long sigh and resisted the urge to slap himself. How could this brat be raised by his brother?! He was such a wimp… Well, for Scotland, England was the same. He walked to the door of his cabin and knocked for a moment, before entering. This was his ship, but he knew how important privacy was for England. When he didn't get a respond, he slowly opened the door.
"England..? Are you awake?"
He looked inside the dark cabin, the light from the outside shining in the room and revealing a sleeping England on the bed. He was rolled to the side, his back facing Wales, but he could tell by the way he breathed evenly and calm, that the man was still in the land of dreams. He carefully stepped down the small stairs and approached his little brother.
"England? Hey, wake up, brawd."
He sat down on the bed, right next to his brother and placed a hand on the overs shoulder and gently pushed him a bit. England groaned quietly, but he didn't do much more.
"Hey.. HEY! Wake up, Scony!"
No reaction, except for a small sound from the other.
Dylan eyed his brother in surprise. England seemed to be completely knocked out of the real world. He started focusing on the others magic energy and found it to be really low. He was completely burned out.
No wonder he is sleeping like a rock..
His green eyes moved to the side of the bed, where the sword had been placed. Wales frowned a little, now that he realized why.
He has used the sword.. Arthur…
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he stood up and wrapped the blanked around his brother. He carefully scooped him into his arms and stood up with him.
"Tink? You here?"
The little fairy appeared in front of him, enlightening his face by her glow.
"You called, Dyli?"
Dylan's eyebrows twitched by the use of his nickname.
"Don't call me that… could you call your sisters to take the sword with you to the house?"
Tink gave a pained look, not pleased with that question.
"This.. this thing is pretty heavy, you know?"
Dilan rolled his eyes and started to rub his temple a bit.
"Yes, I know… I would love to help you guys, but the sword does not accept my touch. God only knows why he choose the bloody boy as squire and not someone more… reliable."
Tink just sighed and gave a nod, her cheeks puffed from frustration.
"Alright, alright Give us 20 minutes."
With that, Wales left the boat and walked to America, who had already recovered from his sickness. He greeted the part of the island with a big grin.
"Ah, Wales, what took you so long?!"
Wales always wondered how America could be so energetic. He switched from exhausted to a bundle of power in a matter of a few minutes. America noticed the bundle in Wales's arms and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Dude, what's wrong with him? Is he alright?"
"Don't worry about him, America. He is just exhausted. We should get him into the house now, so he can rest in safety."
"Good plan! Let's go!"
Wales took the lead and walked up the old stone path that led to his house. He opened the door and the personifications got greeted by pleasant warmth. America stepped inside after Wales and closed the door. The hallway was filled with pictures and a long rug with old symbols was placed on the floor. There were no lights switched on, but there was some light coming from an open door on the left. It looked like the light of a burning fireplace.
"Huh? You left the house with a burning fireplace? Isn't that dangerous?"
Wales chuckled and moved to the open door.
"Oh, not at all, boy. I have someone to watch over it, when I'm gone."
Alfred seemed kind of confused by this answer, but followed Dylan into the living room. He really had to say.. it looked really cozy. There were furs on the big coach near the fireplace and everything looked really tidy and welcoming. Wales placed England on the couch and carefully placed the blanket and some of the furs on the others body, so he would be comfortable and warm.
The British country than looked over to America, who was still standing in the doorway of the room.
"Would you like some tea, Alfred?"
America was kind of taken aback by the question of the other, because he was already examining all the old things in the room and stopped to care about the other the second he entered the room. He never before visited one of England's brothers, nor did one of them ever talk to him that much.
"Erm.. no thanks. I prefer coffee over that… watery.. eehh you know."
Wales just moved up one of his eyebrows.
"Coffee.. at 8 pm.. surely not in this house."
America scratched his head with a smile on his face.
"Ehehe.. I guess I will take the tea than?"
"That's what I wanted to hear, lad."
Wales huffed and moved into the kitchen to prepare everything. America used the time and sat down on the armchair next to the coach and looked to his sleeping mentor. He looked so calm right now… It was a shame, that he wasn't always that relaxed, or that was what America thought. The old man was working to much in Americas opinion and was always so irritable and grumpy when he was around other people. America placed a hand on his cheek, where England had hit him half an hour ago and rubbed it a bit. He felt kind of guilty that he made the other burst out like that. He just.. Just wanted to prove his point! He was no longer a little child and he could make his own decisions. He was about to close his eyes and relax a bit, when suddenly a loud music started to play. It was 'god save the queen' as a cellphone version. America jumped out of the chair in a flash, his eyes wide from shock. He looked around to find the source of the loud music to be in England's pocket. He took the phone out and stared at England for a moment. He didn't even wake up from this…? Man, this guy got a really deep sleep. He just shrugged with his shoulders and took the call. He was sure, England would mind in his current condition.
"Hello?
…
"Sweden?"
America was confused now. Since when did Sweden have England's private cellphone number? The Nordic nation never seemed like someone who would actually be able to use one of these, in America's eyes. But the better question is, why Sweden would call his mentor at a time like this?
"Erm~ Nope, sorry~. It's America. England is sleeping right now, so I took the call."
….
"Huh? What are you talking about, Sweden?"
..
America blinked. One time, two times. Than he suddenly jumped, his eyes wide in shock.
"W…WHAT?! What do you mean Norway has been kidnapped!?"
…
America gave a small nod, not caring that Sweden couldn't see it through the phone call.
"Alright, dude. I.. I will tell him. Take care, alright?"
With that, he hang up, completely pale. Wales entered the room shortly after, a tablet with a pot and two teacups with pretty saucers on them.
"Hm? What's the matter, America?"
America gulped and looked into the others eyes.
"Sweden called.. he told me that.. that Norway got kidnapped by a bunch of monsters and a guy in a black armor."
Wales blinked.
"Wait… what? Norway?"
Silence followed for like… 5 seconds. Than all the cups, tea and cookies smashed on the floor and liquid spilled all other the carpet.
"He got kidnapped!? Mae hyn yn ddrwg! Drwg iawn!"
He didn't really care about the mess, but sank into complete panic.
"Monsters and a black knight…? This was Morgan's doing, for sure... she is attacking other nations. This is worse than we thought.. We have to do something!"
America stepped to Wales and grabbed the panicking country.
"Woah woah, calm down! I know it's terrible that Norway got kidnapped, but she can't do anything to him. She can't kill him! Nations are immortal, dude!"
Wales suddenly smacked America's hands away from his shoulders and stepped back, looking completely pale.
"Boy… do you not understand who you are dealing with..? She is a witch.. no, not just any witch. She is one of the most powerful ones that ever lived on this planet. She is sucking the magic energy out of every living being she touches and gets stronger from their mana… She is stealing their life source and uses it for herself. She can also manipulate it.. create monsters from it."
He shivered for a short moment and shook his body in disgust.
"She turns people into monsters… that's what Scot told me. But that's not what makes her dangers to us. She can't do something like this to our bodies… only to the human ones, but sucking out mana or attacking it is still possible for her on our bodies and that makes her so deadly for us."
Wales looked America into his eyes to grab the others attention and not let him lose it again.
"Mana is comparable to the blood you have in your body. It flows in your veins and keeps you heart and all the other organs of your human body alive. But… our bodies don't change and age like that of a human. We don't die completely in battles we fight... yes, we lose blood and our heart stops at some point, but our lifeless shells will repair themselves and we will be revived again. And our mana is responsible for that process. Do you know what that means for the quantity of mana we have in our bodies?"
America just stared at Wales, trying to follow what the other explained to him.
"The quantity…? It's.. pretty large?"
"Pretty large? We are like a generator for mana, America! We can lose it with one blow, but rebuild the amount in our body after some time…Do you remember what happened to japan after the explosion in Hiroshima and Nagasaki?"
Alfred went completely pale at the mention of the two bombs. He still had nightmares about what he had done to Japan back then. When they found his body…. God it was awful… He didn't know, that Japan was visiting one of his ministers in Nagasaki, when the attack started. He thought Japan would never recover again..
Wales slowly took a seat on one of the chairs in the room.
"I know that this example is… not the nicest… I know how much that haunts you, but you have seen how he looked like and what our body can regenerate from. You can get a better picture of what our mama is capable of. His body was completely back in shape after 4 years… a pretty short time period for the Mana to rebuild everything, if you ask me. He didn't get involved into worldwide business himself until his body was fully healed and his regeneration back to normal. Japan knew how dangerous it would have been… one more fatal blow in the Regeneration-Phase of his body and… he would be gone forever."
Wales gave a long sigh and looked into the burning fireplace for a second to collect his thoughts.
"America…. I'm not sure if England ever.. taught you any of this. You know we are… representatives for our people… for our land… We feel the pain of your people and the earth we own. But our country can exist… without us."
Dilan leaned back into the chair slowly and folded his hands.
"We are not completely immortal.. yes we don't really age and our body doesn't fall apart like that of humans… but we still can be erased from existence… without losing all our people and our beloved country."
Silence….
America slowly took a seat next to Wales and stared into nothingness, letting everything sink into every inch of his body.
"So… she can erase us..? Like…. Destroy our bodies completely?"
"Yes…"
"So.. Norway…he IS in really big danger."
"Ydw….. you got it now."
Suddenly, America jumped out of his chair, making Wales jump as well in surprise.
"HOLY FUCK! Then what are we waiting for!? We have to save him!"
Wales immediately grabbed his collar.
"There is nothing we can do, right now! We don't even know where she took him!"
America pushed Wales away from him and started to walk up and down in the living room.
"But… but we can't just sit here and let her do what she wants with Lukas!"
"Alfred, Dilan… stop please.", a soft voice suddenly interrupted the loud conversation and both America and Wales turned to the couch. England was sitting on it upright and starring into the fire in front of him.
"We… we will find him… I'm sure there is a way… to help him."
Dilan's face turned softer now and he moved closer to the couch and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"England… how long… have you been awake?"
"Long enough to hear.. that Lukas is in danger…"
He slowly stood up from the couch and turned to his brother and America.
"I'm sorry that I've been such a burden to you both. But I will make up for it. I will go after Morgan and finish what I started.. and prevent her from hurting any of the other nations and their people….. America…..? Don't look at me like that…"
England gave a death glare to America, who was already using his 'I-am-a-hero-and-i-will-come-with-you"-face.
"Come on, England! You need some back up!"
"Bah! America, you-!"
"Come on, just taking him with you…"
"Wales, what the hell?!"
"I don't want this brat in my house anymore… I have my reasons… oh and by the way, America, clean up my carpet before you go. You made me spill the tea."
"WHA?! Are you serious!?"
"Wales, since when are you-"
"Hey, he was your son, so you can get him out of my face again, now that you are better."
"Graaah! DILAN!"
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At the same time…
"Well well well.. what have we here?"
Morgan was sitting on her throne and eyed the young man her knight has come back with. The ex-Viking was not pleased with his current situation, but there was nothing he could do.. he tried to fight against his captors, but it didn't take long for him to understand, that his resistance was futile.
He just glared at the woman with cold eyes.
"You… who are you…?", he asked with his calm voice, but his eyes spoke differently…
Morgan stood up and slowly moved down to Norway and placed a finger on under his chin. Norway couldn't move away from her. The grip of the knight was strong on his hands.. to strong for him to move anywhere.
"Uhh… I love to see hatred in men's eyes… And I'm truly hurt, that you don't know me."
Her long fingernails slowly trailed down his chin and to his collar bone, to the fabric of his shirt.
"I'm Morgan le Fay… And you are..?"
"Not important…"
Morgan moved away some of the fabric with her fingertips and looked at his pale skin under the soft clothing.
"Hm… I can see many scares on your chest. You must have fought in many battles.. many wild ones.. strange for someone who seems so.. calm."
She let go of the shirt and moved her interest back to the others face.
"So… 'not important'… the mana in your body is really interesting. You have a connection to magic creatures also… I only met one person like you before... Does the name Arthur Kirkland ring a bell?"
"No.", Norway immediately answered. The witch started to smile now.
"Is that so…?"
She moved closer again, now eye to eye with Norway.
"Are you.. sure you don't know him?"
She suddenly grabbed Norway's head with her fingers and the nails dug into his hair and skin on his skull. Norway flinched a little by the sudden movement, but his eyes were still focused on the dark violet ones in front of him.
"Why don't we… check if you are lying to me or not?"
With those words, her fingernails slowly moved through his skull and into his brain, like she was a ghost. Norway gasped and tried to struggle out of the knight's grip again, but he couldn't move anymore. His whole body went numb from the touch and he could feel, how the witch started to suck his memories out of his body.
"Oh… this is harder than I thought it would be.. you have a strong mind, boy.", she murmured with a big grin on her face. Norway just stared into her eyes, his body twitching from the mental torture she is giving him from the spell.
"Don't worry… it will be over soon. Stop resisting and it won't be so painful for you. And maybe.. I can take some of your mana to If you don't mind?"
"Dra til ..helvete…."
Her grins just became bigger and she sank the nails deeper into his body and Norway finally started to scream…
[End of Chapter…]
Mae hyn yn ddrwg! Drwg iawn! = This is bad! Really bad!
Ydw = Yes
Dra til ..helvete…. = Go to hell.