Chapter 4. Streaks of Gore.
Authors Note:
Warning! This chapter is more disturbing than any I have written. If you wish to skip this chapter, then sure. This chapter is long, probably. Warning for gore, decay, and all that spooky stuff. Back to the story! :3
~I
The dark room seemed to have new decor! A few new paintings in the kitchen, after all, whats a kitchen without paintings? Ivan hung the paintings near the freezer, for fun decor. The candle lit room already looked amazing! The prussian, german and italian decor quite suits the room.
Alfred is coming soon, in a couple days so Ivan needs to prepare some food, for obvious respect! Life is so great and happy! Ivan grabbed a piece of meat from the fridge and got a cutting board to cut it to make some sandwiches for Alfred.
He gently sliced the Italian meat, preparing the food.
Life was feeling so, wonderful! Not worrying about anyone! Once the sandwiches were made, he placed them in a platter and put them back in the fridge, preserving the food.
Ivan felt generous, so he decided to make Alfred's favorite foods, burgers. Ivan got the fresh lettuce, tomatoes and cheese from the farmers market, and now he has to make the patty! Such generosity from countries with opposing political views, right? Communism and Democracy. And communism has to do with sharing! So, Ivan will share.
The shiny kitchen floor was stained with red syrup, and gummy-candy spheres were on the counter. Such a mess., No one wants bugs in their place, so Ivan cleaned his floor and counter, leaving behind all traces of "Not Very Alive" things!
When Ivan was done, Ivan went to get more shots. Cure to sadness, wonderful!
A shot a day keeps the sadness away, right?
~A
Alfred was packing his things to go to Russia to visit his friend, Ivan. Alfred had already suggested his boss to have a formal alliance with the Soviet Union, and his boss was confused on why the sudden tolerance to the country that was accused of murder. For the last couple of months, his boss seemed to be careless on what Alfred was doing or visiting, as long as Alfred was "safe". Well, Alfred was safe.
Safe from his enemies, because all of them are dead. Thanks to Ivan.
When Alfred was done packing he went to his office, he put his suitcase under his desk and Alfred fetched his car keys and wallet. He had a plan to go to the new fast-food place, McDonald's.
Alfred got in his Bentley Mark V, and drove to the nearest McDonald's located in California, and he ordered himself a burger, fries and a cola, as he took a seat, he looked around to see if anyone was looking at him and their was a few weird stares but who cares. America sat down and dug in his food.
Alfred was remembered he's going to Russia soon to visit his friend, and then, it hit him. He isn't the "hero" anymore as he says he is, he is the villain. He helped a murderer, a felon.
Alfred, while eating a fry choked on it out of shock. "What the fuck."
Well, it's too late to go back now, isn't it. Alfred sighed and went back to silently eating his food, trying his best not to choke again because he doesn't want to cause a public scene.
Once Alfred was done, he left the place and drove to somewhere else.
Alfred drove down to the shop with the Russian souvenirs owned by refugees of the Bolshevik revolution, when he walked into the place the workers noticed him and tried to avoid him. Alfred didn't care and he walked around the store to find things for his friend.
On one of the isles, he noticed a poorly made painting of happy feline. Perfect.
~I
June 20th
"Welcome, tovarish!" Ivan shook Alfred's hand, the American carried a luggage and looked as happy as ever. "Sup dude!" Alfred opened his luggage quickly and got a plastic bag. "Here, for you." The American handed the Russian the bag, that contained a painting and a empty paper bag from Mc Donald's "Got you stuff you cant enjoy here! But now you can!" Alfred grinned.
Ivan was with Alfred, spending time in Ivan's living room. Alfred relaxed his legs on the coffee table and asked impatiently "Where's the food?" Ivan realized. "Right, I'll bring it over." Ivan went to his kitchen room and got the food out the fridge. "Want them warmed?" He yelled through his house, Alfred said 'yes' and so Ivan was preparing the sandwiches and burger.
"Dude- Ivan. This sandwich is tastes a bit- weird. You sure whatever ingredients you used were fresh?" Ivan looked around, nervously sweating. "Uh.. I- don't recall.." Alfred smiled. "Oh well!" Alfred continued noming the food. Ivan rushed away, to his office. "I got to make a quick phone call, alright?" Ivan went away, leaving Alfred alone in the room. Ivan locked his door and grabbed the shot glass and vodka, he needs more!
More vodka, more joy. The cravings are hard to handle.
"Ivan- Ivan?!"
There was silence in the room, despite the American's calls.
The man lay on his desk, knocked out.
"Ivan! Fucking asshole.." The American broke the door to the room. "I- Oh my- What the shit?!" Alfred's eyes widened. "He's knocked out..." Alfred nudged Ivan gently. "C'mon wake up, asshole. I didn't come all the way from America for nothing!" Ivan lay there, gently.
The field was beautiful, with sunflowers growing and the sky was setting The man gently sat there, watching the sunset, in peace. He looked at his surroundings and only noticed just sunflowers and nature, life was going great.
The world with without problems, for as it seems, the wind gently blew against the man's face. The peace was interrupted by a metal clank. The man looked up and noticed a hammer and sickle in the distance. His eyes widened with terror. "Shit- No!- NO!"
"WAKE UP!"
Ivan opened his eyes to notice a concerned Alfred, a tipped over Vodka bottle, a shot glass half full. "What- Oh." Alfred nudged Ivan. "Dude, you got knocked out. Been trying to wake you up for almost an hour now."
Ivan grunted. "Well.. My bad, I suppose." Alfred looked worried, he put his hand on Ivan's wrist. "Dude, you got to stop drinking." Ivan frowned. "Well- You're the one who gave me the vodka in the first place!" Alfred sighed. "Fuck you man." He gently retraced his hand. Alfred grabbed the vodka bottle and shot glass. "Now, I'll be taking these from you" Ivan stood up. "No- You can't!" Alfred laughed. "Blyat-" Ivan grabbed Alfred's arm. "Give. It. Back. Now." Alfred's eyes widened. "My bad- my bad!" He put the vodka and shot glass back on Ivan's desk. Ivan began to smile again. "So, have you seen Gilbert and Romano anywhere? I heard they're grieving their brothers' death."
Ivan sighed. "Dead." Alfred looked at Ivan in pity. "So, what happened..?" Alfred asked, taking off his coat and sitting in a near by chair. "I.. Well, A couple of days ago Gilbert and Romano came to my house and Romano kept threatening me.. To say the least. He kept saying he hates me, and you know, that type of stuff." Alfred raised an eyebrow. "So.. you killed them both?" Ivan nodded. Alfred starred at Ivan for a moment, not taking his gaze off him. Alfred quickly adjusted his glasses and sighed. "I see."
~M
The phone calls were done, The men would be coming down to Ottawa any minute, now. This was an amazing plan, to finally let Francis and Arthur know about Ivan's truth without Alfred interfering. Everything goes, according to plan.
The meeting room was empty, with only Matthew and his bear taking up the seats. While waiting, Matthew was sketching on a little notebook his plan, and the bear sleeping peacefully. Matthew had a plan to bring back the investigation of Russia.
The Soviet Union had many secrets, as what happened to the other personifications, why is Ivan the only one- alive..? Was Ivan telling the truth about himself not knowing, or was Ivan lying, well, Matthew had his ways to figure the truth out.
The door of the room spun open, with a bickering Arthur and a mocking Francis. "Oh- You prick! You frog eater!" Francis laughed. "At least my hair isn't a pig swamp!" Arthur looked angry. "Yeah! Cause you have a snake-nest!" Francis gasped. "Oh!" Matthew grunted. "Guys, guys, settle down, eh?" Arthur gave Francis a dirty look and he took a seat near Matthew. Francis took a seat next to Matthew's bear, in front of Arthur. "Okay lad, why would you bring us down here?"
"Because.. We need to talk about Ivan without- Alfred interrupting us."
Arthur took a deep breath, and sighed. While Francis looked sympathetically at Matthew. "Very well."
A couple hours have passed since the beginning of this meeting. Matthew had managed to say everything he needed to say, and Arthur suggested to re-open the investigation, just not letting Alfred know. From what it seems, Francis and Arthur believe Matthew now, and now they are on 'his side'
As it turns out, Prussia and South Italy have disappeared, or Gilbert and Romano. Again, Matthew speculates it was Ivan.
"Well, I'm gonna go out for a smoke real quick." Matthew left the building and grabbed his cigar and lighter. He stood outside the door and put the cigar in his mouth, he carefully lit the cigar and took a deep breath and out. The nicotine filled his lungs, and left. His citizens would be walking around, noticing Matthew but saying nothing, it's not like they know him, after all. It's hard knowing that his brother is friends with and helps a serial killer.
After this, Matthew might get himself some coffee, to keep him up for the night. He needs to make a log of everything he will do, with his only goal to save everyone, and make Ivan get what he deserves.. After all, what goes around comes around.
The sky was gray, preparing for a storm. Francis and Arthur won't be able to return to their countries today, for now.
Matthew was done smoking the cigar, he coughed a bit and went in.
"Well, That was a incident at the bar! I was drunk!" Francis laughed teasingly at Arthur. "Whatever you say, brit." Arthur scoffed and hid has face with his hands. "Why are you so- annoying all the time!" Francis giggled. Matthew looked at the two men, and began to speak. "Well folks, seems like there is a storm starting soon, eh.." Francis stood up from his seat. "Do you have any places to eat or rest?" Matthew thought for a moment. "Oui, we have a restaurant in front of this building and a hotel a few blocks away, but.. This is my place so I don't care what you do here.."
~K
The hospital wires connected to Kiku's already decaying body. No matter what the hospital tried to do, Kiku couldn't survive.
"Give up." Kiku opened his eyes to see a faint Ludwig standing near his door. Ludwig walked closer to Kiku. "Take my hand." Kiku grabbed Ludwig's hand.
It felt as though someone ripped his soul from his body. It felt like he was standing. Like he was living. Kiku turned around to see his body, laying there, and the heart monitor turning into a straight line. The nurse that assisted him began to weep, and yelled, "Japan has died!" Kiku frowned. "It's alright." Ludwig looked at Kiku with sympathy.
"Come on, Feliciano is waiting for you."
~I
"...Kiku has officially died, confirmed by his nurses." Ivan blinked. "I thought Kiku died like- a long time ago?" Alfred nodded. "Seems like his nurses tried to keep him alive."
"Five. Five deaths." Ivan began to walk in circles in the room. "What if.. They find out..?" Alfred set his gaze on Ivan reassuringly. "Well, it's not like they can do anything about it, can they. Human's cannot kill us, remember? Technically, we are immortal unless a nation kills another." Ivan flinched. "But- I wanna make my leader proud!" Alfred sighed. "So many bloodshed, from greedy narcissists, to make him proud in your method might not make any difference. I don't believe he will care that you killed a few countries." Alfred paused. "And, also, It's not like anyone cares- expect like.. Humans and the UN.." Ivan stopped circling his room. "That's still 'anyone', Alfred." Alfred laughed, "My bad."
Alfred yawned, in boredom. "Well anyways- I'm gonna go to the nearest fridge to steal your food." Alfred ran off to Ivan's kitchen, annihilating his niche food supply. Doe's that idiot only think about food? Ivan sat there, with a unfazed empty expression.
Ivan eventually stood up, and looked his desk. A sheet of paper lay there, reading a strange crypt of text.
The duck that couldn't fly.
There once was a duck, that couldn't fly. So, It's mother grabbed a knife and stabbed it to death, putting it out of its misery. She went crazy, and she got locked up. The End!
What type of bullshit is this?!
Ivan angrily sighed, he grabbed the paper and crumbled it.
Ivan threw the paper out, and he headed to the kitchen, where he found a hungry Alfred noming on the sandwiches Ivan made. "You know what's the difference between us, Alfred?" Alfred looked at Ivan, who was adjusting his scarf. "You eat to eat, because you wish to. Much like your citizens, but here, we eat to survive." Alfred chuckled and in a muffled voice said "Mhm, that's why I'm better." Ivan looked at Alfred in the eye, noticing how actually bright Alfred's eyes were. Sky blue, like the sky you would see during the summer.
Ivan liked that about Alfred, probably because that was the only good trait about Alfred, unlike Alfred's eating habits, and arrogance.
Alfred continued noming the sandwiches greedily. "What did you put in them!? These are great!" Ivan smiled coldly. "Italian style." Alfred just continued eating the sandwiches, as if nothing happened. Ivan opened his fridge to find half his supply empty. "Did- Did you seriously eat most of my food- under like.. 10 minutes?" Alfred dropped his sandwich. "Uhm…" Alfred laughed in embarrassment. "Whatever." Ivan grabbed a jar from the fridge, kompot. "What's that?" Alfred looked at the object curiously. "Kompot, or juice how you call it. This one is strawberry flavored." Ivan grabbed a cup and poured some kompot in, and then he mixed it with water so the drink isn't that sugary.
"Do you think Matthew is going to tell everyone?" Ivan perked up at the talking American. "Not sure, that brat is unpredictable." Alfred flinched at Ivan calling his brother a brat, but continued. "I forgot to tell him I'm at Russia, with you."
"Can you do me a favor, Jones?" Alfred gulped. "What is it?" The American looked nervously at Ivan, hoping it isn't anything malicious.
"Can you kill Matthew to keep him quiet?"
Alfred's eyes widened.
He can't do this.
~M
Authors note- Brian is a made up character, only just being Canada's boss
Matthew kept trying to write to Alfred, but it seemed like he was ignoring his letters.
The worry in his chest was seemingly driving him insane. Sure, he has now a alliance with a few countries to really find out the truth of Braginsky and Jones, but Alfred was his brother, and Matthew cared about his family.
"Sir?" Matthew perked up. "Come in, Brian." Brian walked inside the room, noticing his surroundings carefully. "England, France and Scotland would like to see you, they are outside your house." Scotland? That's new.
Matthew stood up, and Brian guided him to the door.
The door creaked open, showing Arthur and his brother, Francis and Hungary. Matthew shyly smiled. "Welcome.. I guess.." Brian turned to Matthew. "Would you like me to guide them to the meeting room?" Matthew nodded. "Yes, please.."
The two new recruits sat in the meeting room quietly, trying not to annoy anyone. Alistor sat with his brother, while Hungary was as far away from Francis, Alistor and Arthur as possible, sitting with Kuma, Matthew's bear.
"Why did you bring us here, Canada." Alistor looked at Matthew with caution, stirring his coffee-cup. "I could have been doing something else right now, but my brother has been begging me to come here." He turned to Arthur, who was starring at Francis. "Arthur." Arthur snapped back to reality. "Yes- Oh. Well.. This chap over there-" Arthur pointed at Matthew. "Claim's that Ivan Braginsky of Russia, and Alfred F. Jones of United States of America are murderers." Matthew nodded. "That's why I summoned you all here." Alistor took a sip of his coffee, flinching because it was hot. He put the cup down. "Understood."
"For now, I have been hard at work trying to find evidence of Braginsky being a murderer, and I think.." Matthew gulped. "I think Alfred's dead. He hasn't been responding to my letters, at all. I might contact my boss- so he can tell Alfred's boss.." Matthew sighed, rested his head on his hand.
"This is more serious then I thought- I have an idea.." Arthur interlocked his fingers. "Well.. What if Alfred is with Ivan- In Russia. Plotting.." Francis agreed, "Perhaps. Don't worry, Matthew."
The Canadian shrugged. "Do we send someone over?" Alistor looked concerned. "I-It's dangerous. He might kill us." Arthur ignored Alistor's concerns and grabbed something from his pocket.
"A tracking device, so we get to speak to the person sent." Arthur looked proudly at his object. "Alistor, will you do us a favor?" Arthur smiled. "Perhaps, we can find out the truth. Alistor, you're going."
~ Al. Kirkland.
"This is Matthew Williams speaking, over." Alistor looked nervously at his hand-held transceiver. "And- This is Alistor Kirkland, over."
Alistor snuck between the trees, looking around. It's dangerous to be out right now, but who cares. Moldova was a few blocks away, and then Alistor would enter the Soviet Union. "I'm close, over." The man continued walking, trying his best not to get caught. "Good, over."
There! The Moldovan border. The walls were slightly broken, and if Alistor could sneak through the cracks he would be able to get in. The cracks were slim, but big. He was able to get in, and now, he doesn't know what to do.
Board a train to Moscow, or continue walking for days. "I'm here- at Moldova. Might board a train to Moscow. Over." The man said, with his Scottish accent slipping through. "Good. Over."
The train ride was a few hours, but peaceful. He got to Moscow, and from what Arthur, Francis and Matthew told him, Ivan's house is not that far away. As he headed to where Ivan's house was presumably, he passed a forest. And within that forest, was a mangled up corpse with maggots crawling in and out of the body as if it was a store. The body was messed up, and rotten. It looked like it was sliced into pieces, leaving only the head, the torso and one leg.. Alistor gagged, whoever this must have probably experienced something horrible. He looked at the body, and realized with great terror, It was Feliciano Vargas. The man that went missing months ago.
~M
The transceiver stopped speaking, and Matthew was worried. "Alistor? Kirkland?" but there wasn't any response. "Hello..?" A faint voice quietly whispered, with its clear Scottish accent. "Alistor!" Matthew breathed, he was alright! But the relief was short lived, with what Alistor was about to say. "I found him.. I found Feliciano Vargas."
Matthew gasped in terror. "Is-is he alright…?" Matthew's hands begin to shake. "No, in fact.. He's decaying, and he is cut up. I see scars from multiple weapons, with like.. Metal pipe ones.."
Matthew breathed, he was right. He was right about Ivan Braginsky.
"Alright.. Spy some more.. Stay strong.."
Matthew heard a weep from the other end. "I cant.. This is fucking disgusting.." Alistor sighed. "I want to go home. Please Matthew, I- I feel like I'm going to vomit." Matthew sighed. "Walk it off. We need to find Ivan and Alfred."
~I
"Dude, where's the nearest hotel… and burger place?"
Ivan grunted. "We don't have burgers here, Alfred. And I think the nearest hotel is a few blocks away, try not to get caught. We hate Americans here." Alfred nodded. "See you later, commie." Alfred grabbed this things and walked out.
Ivan looked at the razor blade on the table. He looked around sadly, and grabbed the blade and aimed for his wrists.
But before he could do anything, he heard someone outside his house, seemingly trying to sneak around but failing, since Ivan already heard them, and might spot them. Ivan rolled down his sleeves and went out.
"Hello, friend!" He smiled, and the person that was trying to sneak around stopped. "Uhm.. hi?" Ivan looked at the person. "What are you doing out here?" The man looked at something he was holding. "Nothing.. Looking for uhm.. Who murdered dear Feliciano and left his remains in the forest?" The man spat out in anger.
Play dumb. Don't let this.. person know.
"Oh, nice! I don't know them!" The man looked even more angry, whatever Ivan said clearly agitated the man more. "Who do you think you are?! Braginsky, do you not recognize me? I am Alistor Kirkland of Scotland! You cannot fool me!" Ivan faked a smile. "I clearly did not murder the innocent man. Whatever you heard is slander of my name, since I'm.. not the best with countries right now. However, if you believe this slander you must be really fucking stupid." Alistor clenched his fist,. He took a step back and accidentally stepped on a nearby flower.
"I saw the remains, Ivan. They had marks of someone hitting Feliciano with a metal pipe. You are the only person I know who has a metal pipe." Ivan laughed "Well, maybe.. You never noticed anyone else then. Last time I saw Vargas was when he said he was going to Poland.. Wanted to kill Feliks." Alistor looked confused. "Then, a couple months later I saw Feliks visiting me, probably because he needed a place to dump the remains he made. He wanted to frame me, because I own half of his territory.."
Alistor gasped. "Oh- I'm so sorry then."
A new voice could be heard, coming from what Alistor was holding. "He's lying!" The voice yelled, and it belonged to none other than Matthew Williams, the sibling of Alfred.
Ivan looked suspiciously at Alister. "Can I have that?" Ivan walked closer to Alistor. "I-Matthew shut the fuck up- I- Uh-" Ivan snatched the device Alistor was holding. "A new toy.. It seems." Alister stammered, trying to catch his breath. "Give that back.." Ivan smiled. "Not unless you tell me.. Everything." Alistor's eyes widened, and he trembled in fear. "Don't tell him!" Matthew could be heard from the device, Ivan laughed.
"Well, what would it be?"
Alistor sighed. "Tell you everything."
Ivan smiled. "Good." Ivan looked at the device. "Matthew?" The device responded. "Shit." Ivan could hear the fear in Matthew's voice. "Wouldn't it be funny if I let Alfred know you're spying on me?" Ivan's smile faded. "No! What-" Ivan interrupted. "Then shut up." Ivan threw the device back to Alistor, who was nervously standing there.
"Now, tell me everything." Ivan pulled out his metal pipe, and Alistor looked anxiously at Ivan. "Well.. Matthew Williams think's you are a murderer.. And told me to go here to spy on you. He thinks you killed Alfred F Jones.." The Scottish man looked worriedly at his hand-held transceiver. Ivan smiled grimly. "Very well.."
~ Al. Kirkland
Alistor sighed, he did it. He told Ivan the whole plan Matthew was plotting. And now, if Alistor gets his ass back to Canada, he's going to get fucking slaughtered.
"Hello?" Alistor turned on the device, his hands shook in nervousness. "I FUCKING HATE YOU! STUPID IDIOT TOLD HIM EVERYTHING!" Alistor frowned. "Maybe we can talk about this- Matthew.." Matthew swore some more, instead of a regular response. Alistor sat down, on the curb of a random street in Moscow. Sure, he had some weird looks, but that doesn't mean anything. "I'm sorry- okay?! It was a live or die situation!"
Matthew stopped responding, and Alistor felt tears coming to his eyes. He fucked up, badly. Now who will talk to him after this stupid mistake? Alistor wiped the tears off his eyes, he can't cry Infront of everyone.. Not here.
"Hey- Dude, are you Scotland?" Alistor turned around, noticing a tall man with a pilot coat, messy blond hair and sky blue eyes hidden by glasses. "Yes.. why?" The man laughed. " Sup! I'm Alfred F. Jones, of America."
"I don't have time for tomfoolery.." Alistor hissed through his teeth, clenching the hand held transceiver. Alfred smiled. "Well… okay? You're just like your brother.. Ew." Alfred sat down next to Alistor. "What are you doing here?" It's not like it will change anything if I tell him, I already fucked up with Ivan. Doubt this will affect the problem anymore..
"... And that's why I'm here." Alfred blinked. His grin faded and he looked cold. "You.. know too much."
Alfred got something out of pockets, presumably a gun. "Who cares what my government thinks. Worth it." Alfred pulled the trigger on Alistor.
The pain hit Alistor like a semi-truck. He looked down at his leg and his leg's blood was pouring like a broken faucet. Alistor couldn't breath, the pain was too much for him. "Fuck…" Alistor managed to cough up, while being in extreme agony. Alistor tried to look around but his vision was rapidly blurring, and the last thing he saw was his transceiver.
~A
"Hey! You boy, killed the man?" Alfred spun around and noticed a old lady speaking to him in a thick slavic accent. "Uh.. no.. He's fine! I think.." The slavic woman looked unimpressed. "Are you one of those.. Human countries?" Alfred smiled awkwardly. "Yes..? If you can- could you find Ivan- I mean Soviet Union for me?" The woman nodded. "Right now? He's not far.." Alfred nodded. "Urgently.." The woman headed away.
Alfred looked down at the suffering Alistor. He noticed a small transceiver near his hand. He kneeled down and snatched it. "Hellooo?" He spoke through the transceiver. "Alfred..! You're okay!" Matthew. His brother was working with Alistor. "What? Yeah.. I'm fine..?" It was a short conversation between the two, with Matthew clearly lying to Alfred about everything. On the conversation, Matthew seemed nervous, seemingly scared of Alfred. "I have to.. go." And so, Alfred stopped getting the messages.
Alfred put the transceiver down, and dragged Alistor's body off the road, Alistor was unconscious, and his leg was shot. Alfred still need's to decide with Ivan if he spares Alistor, or he lets the wound get infected, and so Alistor dies.
Alfred looked out in the distance, spotting a rushing Ivan. Alfred waved, sure he looked like a fool, but it's funny. Ivan came to Alfred, instantly noticing the bleeding Alistor. "Seriously? Ivan looked unimpressed at the man. "Do we let him live.. Or.." Ivan crossed his arms. "He obviously knows too much. I say we dump him in the forest, but maybe you have other suggestions. Alfred nodded. "Did you notice his device he used to speak to Matthew?" Ivan grabbed the body. "Yeah, I did. Tried to spy on us."
The men headed to the forest, where Feliciano Vargas' remains lay. "Wouldn't it be suspicious if if people notice two dead nations in the forest? And.. honestly what the FUCK happened to Feliciano's body.." Ivan looked at Alfred nervously. "Not important.. Honestly forgot, I was drunk." Alfred found a empty fallen log. "Hey, we can put him inside the log!" Ivan headed to the log. "Good idea.".
They placed Alistor's body within the log, and headed away, as if nothing had happened and no one had died.
Well, this was long. Sorry for the delay!
Will Alistor live? Who knows..
Anyway, fun fact; My friend begged me to add Scotland in, since it's her favourite. Obviously, I cant say no! Sooo :33