It was pouring... like, pouring! Hard! Germany was wandering through a forest with a GPS in his hand- erm, phone- and was quite annoyed at the situation he was in. He only hoped that Hungary was taking good care of his brother... He shook his head, he can't let those thoughts get to him, but... he'd always been the more emotionally sensitive one, though nobody except for Prussia knew that...
He glanced up. Finally a path, or dirt road, or whatever ya wanna call it. Germany quickened his pace.
Prussia was running through the, like, pouring rain. He had to stop West! Nobody can see what is encrypted in those pages! Nobody! He had lost Hungary and Austria somewhere back there- he seemed to be rather good at that-, and he was getting that cold throat feeling when you run to much, but he couldn't stop, no, not now! The stress was making him think weird, and because of that Prussia was getting angry... really angry.
He let out a throat shredding cry "West!," So the whole world knew he was going to skewer his little brother and to back. Off.
Germany paused and looked behind him. That was definitely Prussia. He had to hurry! So he turned on his heels and ran, though he knew Prussia could easily outrun him, he could try and hope Austria and Hungary would stop the rampaging Prussian.
Prussia could see Germany in the distance, barely because of the trees, but he could see him. As Prussia was running Gilbird came out of nowhere and flew strait in his way. Prussia had to duck, but there was a steep hill right behind Gilbird, so Prussia went tumbling down that. He landed on his face and just sat there covered in mud. He thought about giving up and just staying there, but immediately shot that thought down. The longer he lay there, the closer Germany got to his diaries. He could hear more voice, so he looked up the hill. He saw Austria and Hungary with Gilbird on her head. Prussia shot up and began tearing toward the direction he last saw Germany with Austria and Hungary following closely behind.
Germany fell over a small cliff, about 3 feet tall, and strait onto his face. He quickly got up, but before he could run, Prussia leaped onto his back, effectively knocking him back down. Germany, by reflex, held his gun to Prussia's face. What Germany saw made him very afraid. Stone cold red eyes glaring up at him with malice. Just then Hungary and Austria jumped down, there weapons in tow.
Hungary threw he frying pan at Prussia, who ducked and kicked Germany's gun out of his hand, but when Prussia stood up, there was Austria with a sword to his throat. They were all panting, soaked with rain and mud. Prussia's face darkened, but then... he smiled. Germany and Hungary backed away in fear and Austria looked as though he was about to faint. Prussia started cackling like a maniac.
"Go ahead!," He yelled, half manic, "Kill me, slit my throat! It would be much easier for me that way...,"
"..." Hungary was speechless.
"You'll just come back to life in about a week.," Germany stated, trying to remain calm.
"Yeah, maybe you would~," Prussia cooed "but I'm not a country. I may be ageless, but not immortal... just ageless.," He let out a little laugh at the end.
Austria relaxed his shoulders, trying to regain composure... that was a mistake because as soon as he did that Prussia threw his head backward, friggin' clobbered pour Austria, then did a flip, which he kicked Austria's sword out of his hand. This was done in less then a second and Hungary and Germany weren't sure of what they just witnessed.
Hungary shot at Prussia. In a moment of panic, Prussia raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
Hit squarely in the eye. Hungary fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
"What did you do!?," Austria shouted, attempting to use only his fists to punch Prussia in the face. Prussia sighed, Austria was a pathetic fighter. In a moment of pity he held up his gun and shot Austria in the face, killing him instantly. Prussia didn't feel very guilty, after all they'd wake up in a week or so.
He turned to his brother, who had an utter look of horror on his face. Prussia couldn't let him see it. In the week he had he'd stash his diaries in a safe place where no one would ever find them... He held up his gun and pulled.
BANG!
Germany fell to the ground. Prussia sighed. He was going to get an ear-full once they woke up. He hoisted all three of them to sit against trees so they wouldn't be so sore when they woke up. Then he continued to walk toward the airport. He heard noise. The sound of crumpling leaves and splashing puddles, someone else was here. He held up his gun, ready to shot anything he saw move... nothing. He sighed and shrugged and the walked away.
From the bushes a figure stood.
"Crud! I was too late!," He yelled- quietly so Prussia wouldn't hear – and scampered over to the corpses, "So I was right. Something was up.," I should have said something he thought Then Germany may have let come to help and prevented this from happening. The figure sighed and straitened his glasses.
Well This was a short chapter. FRIGGIN PRUSSIA! So, can you guess who the figure is? I tried to make it as obvious as possible, he's been just sort of there and actually acknowledged. So, uh, I hope you enjoyed!
Later~