Back at home early the next morning, Molossia was forced to babysit since the two nations decided to leave and not come back.
He was in the middle of angrily making breakfast when he heard the doorbell ring. Stopping what he was doing, he marched over, unlocked the door, and flung it open. Standing in the doorway were the two culprits present in all their glory, their exhausted, dirt-covered glory.
Molossia gawked at them for a moment before his glare returned. "Where the hell have you two been?! And why are you so dirty? I swear if— is that a plane?" His anger dissipated as he spotted a massive plane parked in the driveway.
The nations nervously passed a glance to each other as Alfred stepped in front of Molossia's view. "No?"
Molossia stared blankly between them then moved two fingers under his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Whatever, just get inside."
As they entered the house they followed Molossia slowly to the kitchen. "Why didn't you just use the spare key? You interrupted me while I was making breakfast," Molossia complained.
"I couldn't find it," Alfred admitted with a shrug. Molossia raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "What do you mean? It's always in the same place."
Alfred laughed sheepishly and rubbed his head. "I know, but I'm like, deliriously tired." The three entered the kitchen and the nations sat down at the table with simultaneous sighs. They hadn't had a second to rest or sit down since yesterday.
"So what were you guys even doing yesterday?" Molossia wondered as he shoved some toast in a toaster.
The two looked at each other as they tried to mentally communicate about who would be the one to explain.
"So we wanted to know how much we could lift with our super strength, which led us to town as there was nothing here," Alfred began.
"Da, and we stayed up all night because we were running—" Natalya added, only for Alfred to interrupt. "Running from the..." he tried to come up with an excuse, but he was far too tired to do so. Both of them began leading each other through the sentence but it inevitably ended with Natalya blurting out, "the cops." Alfred nodded regretfully with a sigh. "We we're running from the cops."
Molossia only grew more confused, but fearing asking anything else would only make it worse, he walked over to them and began leading them away. "Ok, I think what you two need right now is a warm plate of breakfast, a shower, and a very very long nap. Now bye." He waved as he pushed them out of the kitchen after placing a full plate in each of their hands.
The nations stared at the closed kitchen door then at their plates. That was strange. They took their plates upstairs with them and quickly ate while gathering clean clothes for their showers. Afterwords, they went to their rooms and passed out instantly.
As Alfred drifted off to sleep, a dream slowly materialized before him. He was back at the beach from two days ago, and once again he was there without Natalya.
Wanting to find where she ran off to, he began walking through the water trying to search for her. He looked behind rocks, around the dock, and even dived underwater to find her.
After searching one last group of rocks, he paused and scratched his head. He looked everywhere, where could she be?
Suddenly a freezing cold finger poked him in the back of the shoulder, making him shiver and spin around to see what had touched him. Standing right in front of him was Natalya, who was staring back at him with a confused look.
"Are you alright? I've been trying to find you but you kept running all over the place," she noted. "Yeah, sorry I was actually looking for you," he laughed at the coincidence.
Natalya adorably giggled along with his laughter, making him pause and stare at her as she hid her mouth behind a hand. Alfred's chest grew warm as he continued watching. 'She has the most adorable laugh.'
She stared out to the shore where all the people were, then back at the rocks the two were almost completely hidden behind. "Why didn't we hang out here in the first place? It would've saved me a lot of embarrassment from wearing something so revealing."
Despite what his shameless dream self believed, he still had the smallest shred of respect left to look away. Even so, in the back of his mind he could still see the small bikini showing off all her features. The creamy smooth pale skin, the surprisingly large breasts, the voluptuous thighs and butt, and even the smallest hints of abs and leg muscles poking through her slender figure.
Alfred sighed internally, he truly was hopeless. Why was it so hard to acknowledge her beauty without being so perverted about it? He rubbed his eyes in disappointment and slowly opened them to her. He could do this, he could act normal.
Natalya put a hand on her cheek and squirmed her legs nervously. She glanced at him with a coy smile and lecherous gaze. "Though, I'm not that embarrassed if you're the one seeing."
Nope. He can't do this. His whole face immediately erupted into a fire as he reeled back. Did she actually just say what he thought she said.
With a strange glint in her eye she moved forward and held his hand, then dragged him a little ways back so they were completely hidden by the rocks.
He had no clue what to do or say, not that he could. The lump in his throat was thick, and his legs were too shaky for him to feasibly move without falling over. He was dead silent as he stood with his back against the rock, staring wide-eyed as Natalya slowly walked up with a tiny smile and her hands behind her back.
This is another small semi-smut section.
"I know how much you stare at them, you can look more if that's what you desire," she allowed as she raised her arms up and pressed her hands into the sides of her ample breasts.
Alfred tried to say something but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried he just wasn't able to speak. That only got more difficult as Natalya walked forward and pressed her chest to his. Even against his chest he could feel how soft they were.
He shuttered as her warm bosom dragged against his chest, the sweat between them pulling at their skin ever so slightly. Natalya got on her tippy toes and nipped at his neck while brushing her hands against his pecs. She aimed a little higher and sensually nibbled his earlobe while whispering, "you've got a pretty delicious pair yourself."
From there she left a trail of kisses down his neck and onto his chest. Alfred could only stare stupidly as she applied soft kisses all across his torso, every once in a while glancing up at him to wink or tease him by kissing lower.
Before she got too low, she stood back up and pressed herself against him once again. As she raised a leg and began to slowly, rhythmically grind on him, Alfred finally reciprocated as he shakily placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Natalya giggled and moved up to gently lick his neck. "Finally getting into the mood I see, very well..."
She removed Alfred's hands and took a few steps back. "That chest of yours is a very tasty treat, but now it's your turn," she spoke seductively as she unhooked the back of her bikini top and shrugged it off.
Alfred nearly gasped as he caught sight of her fully exposed breasts. The way they jiggled and swayed as she played with them a little bit made a large pit form in Alfred's abdomen, and he could instantly feel his swim trunks get tighter.
Natalya took instant note of this, crumbling her once dominant persona. "Oh... o-oh my," she stuttered as she put a hand to her cheek and looked away.
Alfred didn't even notice as he was still fully transfixed on her breasts. Natalya shakily smiled and began inching toward him. "You can touch them, if you want. . . I can see how much you like them."
As she got ever closer Alfred felt like sinking into the rock, there's no way this is real. He closed his eyes tight and snapped his head away, but they shot open immediately as he felt her firm buds poke his chest. What followed was what could only be described as an actual cloud pressing against him. It felt so surreal, how could anything in the universe be this soft?
'And so warm,' Alfred thought as his lip quivered. If he wasn't hard before then he was absolutely rock solid as of right now. It was just too intense, and her body adding pressure against it wasn't helping.
He finally looked down at her again, seeing she had her innocent smile once again. Gently she took her hand in his and raised it up to cup her breast. At the second of contact Alfred completely seized up. As the bud brushed against his palm it sent signals firing all throughout his body.
Natalya squeezed an eye closed and bit her lip, his strong hand worked the sensitive area expertly, it was overwhelming. She let out a quiet exhale and leaned further into his touch. "D-Does it feel good?"
At her words Alfred felt a powerful twitch in his trunks. This didn't just feel good, this was the greatest feeling he has ever had in his entire extended life.
Natalya quietly moaned and glided her hands up onto his shoulders. "T-T-This feels... f-fuck." Alfred took the initiative as he raised his other hand and placed it on her other breast, sending another jolt through his body. The twitches were becoming more common and powerful with each squeeze and tug. It felt amazing.
The kicker was when on one extra firm tug, Natalya squeezed hard onto his arms and moaned out his name. The twitches came in full force as a tight feeling became unbearably constricting in his groin. Eventually they blurred into a long buzzing pleasure as he finally released in a massive wave of euphoria.
END
Alfred shot awake as he came down from the explosion of pure bliss. He scanned his eyes around his room in dazed bewilderment as he tried to wrap his exhausted brain around what just happened.
As he woke up a little more his attention was suddenly brought to a wet feeling in his pants. He removed the blanket off of himself and raised up his boxers to inspect the damage. He was very surprised to say the least. "Shit," he grumbled as he let go of the boxers and stood up to change.
It was during him changing his boxers that he finally remembered his dream, to which he stared at the dirty boxers in horror. He marched out of the bathroom and crashed into his bed as he held his head. 'God dammit... fuck!'
'Wat are ya whinin' about now?' Confederacy groaned. Alfred rolled his eyes. 'You saw my dream, right?'
'Yah, so wat?'
'So what? I just had a fucking wet dream about my best friend is what!' Alfred yelled.
'Exactly, it'sa wet dream. It's not like ya can control it or anythin'. It's not worth gettin' upset over.'
Alfred only sighed in response. Even if it's uncontrollable, he shouldn't be dreaming of her in the first place. Unless of course it's saving her from Russia or something where he's the hero.
'Besides, was it dat bad anyway? From wat I saw and felt dose knockers were somethin' else.'
Alfred blushed madly and looked at the ground angrily. 'That's not the point.'
Confederacy laughed in his head. 'God yur such a virgin.' Alfred mouth twitched a frown before being forced into a line. 'How much sleep did we get?'
He looked over at his clock, seeing it's only been about four hours. The exhaustion was still very much there, but he knew that if he slept now then there's no way he'll be able to sleep when night comes. He's also scared of having another dream about Natalya.
'I need a distraction,' he thought as he stood up and went to his study. For right now he could entertain himself with filling out the paperwork for his pardon, but that wouldn't last forever.
He quickly filled out the form and sat back in his chair to think. What to do? What to do?
He could play video games, though he already played through all the really fun ones... with Natalya. There's movies, which he could watch with the micronations, but he's pretty sure he just heard them come upstairs to go to Molossia's room.
He tapped a pen on the desk and looked over at some stacks of paper. He could get a head start on preparing for the election, but that's torture to go through.
Alfred sighed and dropped the pen on the desk as he started coursing his fingers through his hair. And meanwhile no matter what he does he can't stop thinking about that dream.
Luckily at that moment his stomach growled. Finally something he could occupy himself with. He got up and quickly sped away to make some food. Oh and the cake, he completely forgot about that. He also forgot that Natalya made it.
As he sat outside eating a large slice of cake, he was left alone in his thoughts. He really didn't like it, but maybe if he thought things over then he wouldn't be stuck with it in his brain forever.
'Can I ask you a question?' He asked Confederacy.
'Shoot,' they responded.
'So... what are your thoughts on Nat? You know, after getting to know her more and everything.'
Confederacy remained quiet for a long time as he thought, before finally answering, 'I'm suspicious. Last time we got even close ta bein' friends she grew obsessed with us. Now we're callin' each other best friends but she hasn't changed. I get da feelin' dat dere's somethin' fishy goin' on.'
'And what if there isn't anything going on, how would you feel about her then?'
Confederacy fell silent once again, and this time it lasted for much longer. Seems like him and Alfred both have no clue how to place these feelings. Eventually he laughed in defeat. 'Ya got me dere.'
Alfred nodded in agreement and placed his empty plate on a nearby end table. "You and me both..."
Somewhere deep within him he knew there was a glaringly obvious answer, but he had no intention of figuring it out.
Leaning back in the wicker chair, he stared out at his yard. It was a beautiful day today, not too hot, a calm breeze, and a gorgeous clear blue sky. Maybe some yard work will do him some good.
Happy with that plan he stood up and began cleaning up the yard, which meant driving the tank back into the garage and putting the boulder and log back into the forest.
With one in each hand, he carried both into the forest where he found them, but just as he turned to leave he paused. Turning around, he looked back into the forest, which suddenly appeared so much darker and gloomy. He couldn't place what it was, but his brain was firing off signals that there was something watching him. Slowly he looked back to his house and left the forest, now feeling quite unnerved.
Next he entered his shed and found a spare glass pane, which he used to finally repair the one him and Natalya broke. That was a fun day.
Returning to the shed, he grabbed some grass seed and placed it in the areas where the tank had dug up the ground, then brought a hose over and sprayed it down well.
There's something so calming about yard work. For the rest of the day he kept finding more things to do, no matter how menial, as long as it kept his mind off things for a while.
By the time he finally came inside it was near dinner time. Good thing too, because he was absolutely exhausted. Even after pounding coffee during lunch it on only kept him going for a few hours.
Him, Tony, and the micronations all sat down for dinner, courtesy of Molossia, and was about to dig in until they remembered Natalya.
"Should someone go get her?" Peter wondered. Molossia shrugged, already beginning to eat. "She's probably still asleep. I wouldn't bother her."
"I'll go check, even if she is asleep she still might be hungry," Alfred said as he got up from his seat. "You guys can start without me, I'll be back in a sec."
As he walked up to and entered Natalya's room, he found her peacefully sleeping face down on her bed. Her hair was all over the place in snarls, there was even a strand in the corner of her mouth. 'Must be a really deep sleep,' he thought as he tugged the strand away from her mouth and back behind her ear.
Without the discomforting hair in the way, her mouth curled up into a small smile. Alfred stared down at her face and smiled as well. 'I wonder what she's dreaming about?'
Sadly he had to interrupt whatever this pleasant dream was. He moved a hand down onto her shoulder and shook it slightly while calling out her name.
Slowly her eyes opened and she propped herself up on her arms as she looked around, as if she didn't know where she was. "Nat come on, it's dinner," he told her as he held back a laugh.
Her squinted eyes barely flashed in recognition at his voice, and she still didn't move. Alfred turned and began to leave, confident she was getting up, but stopped as he heard her quietly call out in a breathy voice. "Alfred."
He blushed at his name being used, it sounded just like in his dream. He covered his mouth and turned back around to her, only to see she was asleep again with the same peaceful smile on her face. 'It's all just in my head,' he convinced himself as he closed the door and returned downstairs.
Natalya's face scrunched up and turned red as she called out his name again, this time it sounded scared. And she was no longer smiling.
Downstairs with Alfred, he quickly explained that she wasn't coming before sitting down and beginning to eat his food.
Right after he had finished eating he went straight to bed, the warm food in his stomach greatly intensified all the exhaustion, and he wasn't sure how much more he could go on before falling face first.
Not even half an hour after he fell asleep his bedroom door opened, with Natalya standing in the doorway as she rubbed her teary eyes. She was having such a good dream about marrying Alfred, but then it suddenly flipped into a nightmare where he died.
Even with a full day of sleep she still wanted to sleep, especially now that she needed Alfred for comfort. She walked over and crawled into bed with him as she clutched around his chest. 'He's always so warm,' she thought as she rubbed her cheek against him. She loves how he sleeps shirtless, his body is so manly.
Eventually she began to drift off to sleep once again, but just before she could a shriek was heard coming from the woods. Natalya sighed and hugged Alfred tighter. 'I completely forgot to tell him about that. I'll just do it tomorrow.'
Only a few seconds later she heard another shriek, even louder than the first one. She grumbled and tried to ignore it, but as a third shriek startled Whale Dude and made him cry out Natalya had enough.
She sat up and climbed out of bed, then went over to open his door to make it look like she just entered. Going back over to Alfred, she roughly shook his shoulder. Alfred raised his head up to look at her, very weary but awake. "What is it?"
"There's a noise outside, it's scaring your whale," she stated. Alfred raised an eyebrow and sat up to listen. Sure enough a shrill scream was heard, the loudest one yet. For a split second Natalya thought she saw fear in Alfred's eyes, but he quickly buried it and laid back down. "It's just some baby foxes, go back to bed."
Natalya frowned in disbelief. "I have foxes in my country, those are not foxes." Alfred groaned and rolled over in bed. "Maybe we just have different types of foxes."
Natalya sighed and decided to leave his room. She doesn't want to argue, she just wants to be in his bed. Deciding to wait until he fell asleep, she stayed sitting up on her bed.
Thinking she had waited enough time, she stood up to return to his room, but paused as she heard him sneaking down the hall. Opening her door she saw him as he entered Molossia's room. Curious, she snuck down the hall as well and entered the empty room right next to it, then leaned close to the wall to listen.
"Molossia, hey get up!" Alfred yell whispered, not wanting to wake up Peter who was also sleeping in the room.
"What? What's happening?" Molossia asked as he got up. Hearing his normal voice was so weird, all Natalya ever heard was his yelling and grumbling.
Alfred whispered something very quietly to Molossia, not wanting a single thing leaving that room.
Natalya could only pick up on bits and pieces, it was something called a windaygo? Wendago? Windeego? Well whatever it was it was something very serious.
"Are you serious? It's Virginia and the summer, why is there one here?" Molossia wondered, his voice wavering in worry.
"I'm not sure, but I need you to listen. Go up to the third floor and take the Barrett. There should be a silencer next to it. Attach that and go up to the roof. If anything comes out of the woods that isn't me then blast it. And most importantly, if things go south then I need you to take everyone to the panic room. Tony's already upstairs and Natalya is in her room."
Alfred's voice had no shakiness to it, it was dead serious. Whatever that is outside is no joke.
"Alright, but you do realize she'll grow curious, right?" Molossia asked. "Then you'll have a lot of time to explain in the panic room. Now go, I'll be back soon," Alfred ordered as he left the room.
She could hear as him and Molossia walked in opposite directions, then when she was sure they were gone she snuck out of the room and ran back to Alfred's room.
As she got to the balcony she spotted Alfred, now wearing a shirt again, running through the yard with an axe in one hand and a large metal object in the other. It was that same axe she saw in the chest the notebook was hidden in.
Once he reached the tree line, he set the metal object down and ran into the woods with axe in hand. Natalya was growing nervous, she didn't know whether to help or wait here. If she went would she just get in the way?
As she worked through her dilemma, Alfred crept toward the screaming, slowly coming up to a lanky creature hunched over and eating the head of some animal, not that it will satiate it.
Its limbs were elongated and bony, with its thin gray skin hanging tight to every bend and crevice. Their pelvis, vertebrae, and joints protruded out unnaturally, making the creature look like an alien or monster from a horror movie.
And while facing away, Alfred was already aware of their milky white eyes and razor-sharp teeth. Luckily this one appeared to be a small one, maybe only six to seven feet tall. And the fact that their body was entirely hairless and still humanoid meant they were younger.
Alfred raised the axe and got closer to the creature, but as he accidentally stepped on a twig and alerted the thing he dived forward and tackled it. Pressing a hand and foot onto its chest, he held his head back away from the flailing arms as he brought the axe down. Over and over he axed the creature's face until it finally went limp.
Wiping off some blood that splattered into his face, he sat down next to the creature and breathed in deeply. 'Well that wasn't so hard, one wendigo is a piece of cake.'
Suddenly another twig snapped, alerting him as he jumped to his feet and looked around the woods. Then there was the high-pitched whining of another wendigo, and then another, until there were the sounds of multiple at once all around him.
Looking up at the trees, Alfred's eyes widened in horror as he saw there was about a dozen more. And they were all larger. Some had longer limbs, others had larger bodies overall, a few had sharper teeth and the beginning stages of horns and bone growth, and one single one stood above all.
It was far too large to fit in the trees anymore, thick fur covered it's back, shoulders, and chest, and its head had become one of a dead elk's. They had long horns and a prolonged snout, though it had no nose, only a hollow pit. It's eyes were the same, they were only two tiny yellow dots in the large dark sockets.
Their limbs had made a large change too, their legs were a shy stubbier, but had a long and sharp set of toenails, or talons more accurately. Their hands were even worse, besides growing much larger their fingers were abnormally long and lanky, with pointy nails to match.
Alfred raised his axe and glared as they began slowly closing in. They were all around him, would he be able to beat them all?
As he was looking away, one of them slashed at him, cutting deep into his leg. He groaned in pain and swung the axe at it, only to miss as it jumped back. Another jumped on his back and wrapped around him, so Alfred pedaled backwards and slammed it into a tree. As its grip loosened Alfred slipped out and rolled away.
A third lunged at him but narrowly missed as Alfred jumped above them, then got a good strike on their back. It didn't kill them but it was progress.
The attacks were endless, the second he dodged one another was already coming at him. One grabbed at his arm, sinking their claws deep into his arm and tearing it. Alfred grunted and punched it in the face, sending it flying into a nearby tree. As it was dazed he ran forward to finish it off, but was stopped as the massive one grabbed his leg and threw him further into the woods.
Before Alfred could get up one landed on top of him. Quickly he put the handle of the axe in front of his face, stopping the wendigo from biting his face off. After some struggle he got a leg free, which allowed him to raise the wendigo up and use a free hand to wrap it around their neck. With one swift move he snapped its neck and threw it off.
Running over, he chopped its head off for good measure, but just as he finished he was tackled by another, and then two more, until almost all of them were mauling him. He screamed out as they bit and tore into his skin, grabbing desperately at the closest wendigo's face and crushing it in his hand.
One by one he began throwing, punching, and kicking them off, even using the headless body of one to smack another away. He got to his feet and dropped the dead one, blood dripping off his face and the numerous gashes.
He was panting heavily, he was so tired, and at this rate he'll either die of being eaten or blood loss. He staggered over to the axe and picked it up as he stared at the rest. That big one has barely moved, like it was the leader sending it's lackeys to fight for it. Just terrific.
The fight was back on as one dived down from a tree, only to be grabbed by the face and slammed it into the ground. That didn't finish it off so Alfred stomped on its head in an explosion of blood and brain matter.
As the next one attacked he jumped into the tree the other came from, then swung back down to punch it. It escaped last second, avoiding being part of the large crater Alfred created in the ground.
He ran at the next closest one and slashed its chest with the axe, letting out a pained screech as it swiped back at him. Alfred dodged the worst of it but still got two small cuts on his cheek.
As he went for a second punch the large one slashed him in the back, the large claws digging deeper than the other cuts. He screamed in agony and collapsed to his knees, already feeling the hot liquid soaking his torn up shirt.
The wendigo then grabbed his head and lifted him off the ground. As Alfred kicked and tried to pry his head out, it slammed him back into the ground and made its own crater.
As it began lifting him off the ground again, Alfred reached out and grabbed the axe off the ground, then slashed at its hand to let him go. It roared in anger and reached out for him, so he jumped away while throwing the axe at its face, which lodged right into one of its eyes.
It recoiled and clutched its head, then let out a bizarre screech, an order for the others to attack.
At once they all advanced on him. One was caught by his hand as another bit him in the side. Two more wrapped their limbs around him to hold him in place as another started gnawing at the arm holding the other one.
Alfred tried his best to fight them off, but every time one would get sent flying another would take its place. He was beyond gassed out at this point, he couldn't even manage to punch them anymore, only keep them at bay to avoid his vitals.
One of the larger ones pushed him to the ground and got on top, ready to finish off what the other couldn't. Now without his axe he couldn't defend himself as well and the wendigo knew it.
Alfred noticed how this one was different, it had a long jagged slash over one of its eyes, something had injured it before.
Before he could think too hard on it, it raised one of its hands, ready to rip his face off. Using the last ounce of energy he had, he ripped his torn up arms away from the others and put them in front of him to catch the hand as it came down.
Even with his super strength he couldn't hold it back for long. Why did he do yard work? He could've just slept and none of this would've been a problem.
As the claws were now only inches from his glasses, Alfred began realizing that he was going to die. 'Hopefully Molossia can handle it from here.' With how tired he is he won't recover for hours, or even days. They may have to stay in the panic room for a while.
Just before his arms gave out, he noticed another strange feature of this wendigo, it's hand had something on it. Right on the tips of its claws were spots of dried blood, but also something dark blue. It was fabric.
Suddenly the pieces fell together. Blue fabric, a cut on their eye... a knife wound. "You hurt Natalya?!" He screamed in fury. His heart swelled in his chest as a new found burst of energy started flowing through him.
Slowly he pushed the hand back, a furious glare beginning to glaze over his eyes. His best friend was hurt because of these things. Why didn't she say anything? What would've happened if she didn't have the knife?
As more questions raced through his mind he grew fearful, and enraged. His friend could've died, he might die, and then this monster will go back for her and the others.
Screaming in anger he threw the wendigo off and flailed his arm around, knocking all of them away. "You bastards! I'll kill all of you!!!"
Before any of them could react, Alfred flew forward and punched straight through the chest of one. Ripping his arm out of it, he grabbed the wendigo by its legs and jumped into the air, slamming it down onto another one.
He then got on top and started punching its face over and over until it became a bloody pulp. Two more attacked him simultaneously, slashing him on the stomach and shoulder. Alfred grabbed one of them by the arm and slammed them into the ground, then placed his foot right at the base of the shoulder as he ripped its arm off.
The thing cried out in agony, but that was quickly silenced at Alfred bashed their face in with its own arm. The other one climbed onto his back and aimed to tear out his throat, but Alfred caught it, held it above his head, and tore it in half. As the shower of blood covered him, he stared out at the last few, the only emotion present on his face being pure bloodlust.
All of them but the big one latched onto him and tried eating him together. Alfred shouted in a mix of pain and anger and killed them one by one. He grabbed the first one and snapped it clean in half, then tossed it to the side like it was nothing.
The one chewing on his leg got grabbed by the back of its head and slammed against the ground repeatedly. Alfred punched a third one off, then as it came back he uppercutted it so hard its head snapped back until its neck tore apart.
The final one was the one Natalya had encountered previously, and Alfred had something really special for them. He grabbed it by the back of its head and tossed it over to a clearing, then before it could get up he stomped on all of its joints. Despite having all of its limbs broken, the wendigo hissed defiantly at him, so he kicked it in the face for good measure.
The big one tried to intervene by slashing its big hand at him, but he easily bounced and rolled out of the way before running into the woods. Thinking the nation was trying to escape, the big one chased after them, only to find them nowhere in sight.
The one with the broken limbs looked up in terror as it spotted Alfred up in the air, coming down at them while holding the massive boulder Natalya lifted the other day.
It ended with a loud boom and a splat as Alfred slammed the boulder down on on top of the wendigo. The big one realized its error and turned around to go back, but it was already too late.
The two stared each other down for a moment before it roared and ran at Alfred. He rolled out of the way of the first slash and deflected the second one, but wasn't fast enough to prevent getting grabbed by the third attack.
The thing put both hands around him and started squeezing, digging it's claws deep into Alfred's body. Alfred screamed out as he felt something crack, but held on just long enough to get his arms in the right position and start to pry himself out. All the while continuing to furiously stare down the wendigo.
Eventually he got out and jumped up to its face, grabbing the axe while punching it so hard it rocketed away into the darkness. Alfred landed and held his stomach, one more of those and he probably wouldn't have any intestines or ribs left.
Just then the big one came back at him, backhanding him through a tree. Alfred landed on the ground and spit up some blood, even with this temporary burst of energy he couldn't last much longer.
He put the handle of the axe in his mouth and wrapped his arms around the tree, then sped forward while swinging the tree into the wendigo's stomach.
It was launched back into the forest, but this time Alfred followed as he ran up and slammed the tree down on top of it. It ripped the tree in half and bit at him, to which he jumped back, nearly tripping as he grew more lightheaded.
Seeing an opportunity to strike it lurched forward. Alfred stared through blurry vision as it neared him, then let out one infuriated yell as he took his axe and brought it down, chopping the wendigo's head right down the middle.
The thing staggered back for a few seconds, then as it lost control of its legs it slumped forward and let out one final chilling breath.
Alfred huffed and puffed deeply, his ribs screaming at him at every inhale. Everything hurt so much.
As a wave of exhaustion hit him once again, he collapsed to his knees in front of the felled beast. But he couldn't stop now, he needs to get home, he needs to make sure she's... they are alright.
Struggling to his feet, he stumbled over and ripped the axe from the wendigo's head, then kissed the handle of it respectfully. "Thank you Mom."
Shoving it between his pants and underwear, he began working on dragging all of the wendigo out of the woods and into the clearing next to it, into a patch of grassless land. Placing them all in the center of it, he walked along the tree line and over to the metal object he placed earlier.
Molossia, who had been vigilantly staring out at the dark forest this entire time, nearly shot at Alfred thinking it was a wendigo, but when he realized it was the nation he finally put the sniper down, giving himself the chance to calm his nerves.
Natalya stared out of the balcony to the forest, seeing a tiny dot she believed was Alfred. He grabbed the metal thing, hoisted it on his back, and walked around the woods to a pile of gray and red. Next thing she knew he was blasting them with a stream of fire. Turns out that thing on his back was a flamethrower.
Alfred stared at the fire with hatred still present on his face. Looking down at his tattered clothes and endless wounds, he slowly and painfully pulled off the destroyed shirt and used it to wipe off as much blood as he could, then tossed it into the fire as well. 'Let these bastards burn for hurting my friend.'
Now with everything complete, he dragged the flamethrower a good ways away from the fire before tossing it to the ground. He couldn't carry it the entire way up to the house. Walking empty-handed was bad enough, he could barely stand or walk, and it was only getting worse as his adrenaline wore off and the blood continued to seep out of his body.
As he was getting fairly close to the house, Natalya realized that something was wrong. It was still too dark to see things clearly, but he appeared to be swaying, and his skin almost had a reddish tint to it.
Deciding to check it out, she left the balcony and ran all throughout the house to the back door. And just as she exited it she finally saw what was wrong. Alfred was absolutely drenched in blood.
All across his body were gashes, punctures, bruises, bite marks, and dirt and grime all in between. Even his face had a few cuts, not to mention his eyes were bloodshot as all hell.
"Alfred!" She screamed in panic as she sprinted to him. Seeing her running to him, he fell forward just as she was close enough to catch him. He buried his face in her neck and weakly held onto her back with his hands. "Why... didn't you tell me... that they hurt you?"
Natalya looked at him in puzzlement, but just before she could respond she felt him go limp in his arms. "Alfred? Hey get up, Alfred!" All she got was an almost inaudible groan. He was barely conscious.
With a sense of dread overtaking her, she dragged him into the house and hoisted him up onto the kitchen island. Now close up and in the light she could see that these wounds were very bad, they were pouring out blood like no tomorrow. She actually had some on her now.
'Shit! I should've helped him. And now he's dying because of me," she thought as she frantically fumbled through the cabinet for the first aid kit. Bringing it out, she rapidly started pouring hydrogen peroxide and rubbing on antibiotic ointment. Whatever these things were were most likely unsanitary and full of germs.
"O-Ok just stay with me, I'll fix you up," she promised, not able to keep the fear out of her voice. "I'm so tired," she heard him whisper out, driving up her fear more.
Just then Molossia came down the stairs ready to ask Alfred about what awesome battle he had, but then stopped as he saw Alfred lying on the table and Natalya wrapping up his endless wounds with a serious expression.
He didn't even bother slicking his hair over or putting his glasses on as he ran over and started helping her out, using water and a washcloth to wipe away the blood and dirt from Alfred's body.
Together they were quickly able to patch him up, and just before he passed out for good. "T-Thank you," he managed to breathe out as Molossia gave him a piggyback ride to his room. Natalya followed close behind, and once Alfred was set down she told Molossia he could go back to bed as she would keep watch.
Now alone with Alfred, she sat on the corner of the bed and brushed his hair sadly. "I'm so sorry Alfred, I should've helped you." Drifting in and out of consciousness, Alfred shook his head in disagreement. "No."
Natalya looked at him in alarm, but simply nodded as she wiped a tear away. "W-What did you say earlier about me being hurt?"
Alfred fought to keep his eyes open as he looked up at her. "One of the wendigo had a knife wound and... blue fabric on their claws."
Natalya remembered the night she was suddenly attacked in the woods. "I see. I never saw it because it was dark."
Alfred stared off into nothingness as sleep began to envelop him. Natalya was aware of this and sat still for a few minutes until he was out cold. Then she bent down and gently kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you again, Alfred."
After double checking that he was asleep, she crawled back under the covers, now with her head against his bandaged chest.
Slowly she glided her fingers across his skin as she felt around for scars. Even though they were completely invisible, she could still feel them. A rough patch of skin over his heart when D.C. burned, an indented line looping around his stomach from the Civil War. Everywhere she found them, and it only made her sadder.
Gently she wrapped her arms around him, mindful of his broken ribs, and hugged him tight with tears in her eyes. 'I love you so much. I can't stand to see you suffer anymore.'