APH Fic Twisted chapter 6
Title: Twisted
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Canada, Mexico, England
Rating: M for safety. And suicide. Character death.
Warnings: Suicide.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: After the financial gang bang happened and burdened by the memories America chooses to commit suicide in order to escape the pain. Tormented by guilt England prepares a spell to bring him back. Only he had no desire to come back and now that he is, he wants only revenge.
Spain was breathing heavily and his hands were shaking.
“You…you…Romano…you…ki…ki…killed.” Spain choked out. He turned towards America who was innocently swirling the cups contents. He took a sip before saying “I think it needs more sugar.”
Germany swallowed the lump in his throat. “America…why?” he asked hoarsely.
America shrugged. “I needed two nations to be sacrificed to bring back my children so they wouldn’t be humans. The Italians were as close to twins as possible so I thought they would be a good match. Emily and Anthony are twins you know.”
Spain bit his lip hard enough to pierce the skin. Blood started to flow down his lip slowly. “But why sacrifice anyone?”
America sighed. “I needed to bring my children back to life.” he said slowly as if he was speaking to a child. “And the Italians were the perfect choice.”
Spain was flexing his hands, his fingers curling slightly. “You killed…Romano.”
America nodded. “I believe you already said that.”
Spain whirled towards America and flew at him, his hands aiming for his throat.
America threw up the cup of coffee into the air.
In a whir of motion and speed the fight ended with Spain on the floor with America on top of him with one of his hands around sprains neck. The other hand came up and caught the coffee.
“You didn’t do anything.” America said softly. “So I will give you this suggestion. Don’t do anything to get on my bad side.”
“Why are you doing this?” England whispered.
“Why did you bring me back?” America shot back.
“I brought you back because I love you and I didn’t want you to be dead simply because of a single silly mistake.” England said.
Americas smile faded. “A silly mistake.” he repeated. He looked to where Emily and Anthony were sitting.
The next thing England knew was a hand that grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall.
The girl, Emily, was holding him in place tightly.
America placed the cup on the table and walked towards England. “I assure you England; the only silly mistake I ever made believed that you ever even liked me.”
America looked back at everyone who was standing there. “I want everyone here to spread the word. I’m back and this time I’m not leaving without taking a few of you bastards with me.”
He nodded at Emily who let go of England’s arms.
England was breathing heavily. “America. Sacrificing people to bring back others…that is black magic.”
America smirked. “What is your point?”
“After everything I tried to teach you.” England whispered. “You resort to black magic.”
Americas smirk widened. “Again. What is your point?”
Before England could say anything else movements caught his eyes. The shadows were crawling around the room and seemingly going towards America.
“I’ll ask once more England.” America said. “What is your point?”
The shadows curled around America and curled around him. They formed around him and once they melted away it was clear that he was different.
“You might have an angel form.” America said spreading the shadows on his back until they formed dark leather wings. “I have my own form.”
England allowed himself a moments fear to pass through his body before he stood tall and called upon his own form.
The toga-clad white winged halo Britannia angel stood there looking determined to his old charge.
America brushed some imaginary lint off of his shirt. He looked up at England.
“You honestly think you scare me?” he asked.
In an answer England lifted his wand towards America and shouted a word. Light sprung from the wand towards America.
America’s wings came forward and covered him to block the light.
When the wings parted he was grinned. “Oh come on England. Give me some credit.”
Emily was holding onto England’s arm once more while Anthony grabbed the other.
America grabbed England by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you.” America said. “Yet. For bringing me back to life I’m saving you for last.”
“America this is insanity.” Germany said. “Come to your senses.”
America glanced at him. “I am completely with my senses. For what you guys have done to me this is the least that you deserve. Including the Italians.”
“Bring them back.” Spain snarled. “Bring them back!”
America shook his head. “To bring them back would mean that I would have to kill my children, there is no way that I would do that.”
They weren’t sure from where but suddenly in true Hungary-welding-the-frying-pan movement Spain was holding his axe threateningly. “Bring. Them. Back.”
America tilted his head slightly his eyes darkening. “Spain I swear this to you. You dare try to attack either me or my children I will use your own axe to kill you.”
Spain snarled slightly as his eyes locked on Anthony. Anthony took a step back in slight fear.
When Spain took a single step towards Anthony America was suddenly in front of him. When he grabbed Spain’s axe Canada closed his eyes and turned away.
There was a sickening sound of metal slicing through skin and when Canada felt brave enough to open his eyes he gagged.
Blood covered the room and the front of America’s body. Spain’s body lay in front twitched slightly with his own axe sticking out of his chest.
Canada felt his breakfast start to rise in his throat.
America turned to the others. Canada felt his heart drop at the look in his eyes. No remorse, no guilt, no shame, not even insanity. He was purely sane and he knew what he was doing.
“I will give you guys five minutes to get out.” America said. “Get out. And if by then you don’t get out then I will kill you.”
He held up his hands and an hourglass appeared in his hands. “For some of you your sands of time have already began to run against you.”
America grinned. “But who will be first?”
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Canada, Mexico, England
Rating: M for safety. And suicide. Character death.
Warnings: Suicide.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: After the financial gang bang happened and burdened by the memories America chooses to commit suicide in order to escape the pain. Tormented by guilt England prepares a spell to bring him back. Only he had no desire to come back and now that he is, he wants only revenge.
Spain was breathing heavily and his hands were shaking.
“You…you…Romano…you…ki…ki…killed.” Spain choked out. He turned towards America who was innocently swirling the cups contents. He took a sip before saying “I think it needs more sugar.”
Germany swallowed the lump in his throat. “America…why?” he asked hoarsely.
America shrugged. “I needed two nations to be sacrificed to bring back my children so they wouldn’t be humans. The Italians were as close to twins as possible so I thought they would be a good match. Emily and Anthony are twins you know.”
Spain bit his lip hard enough to pierce the skin. Blood started to flow down his lip slowly. “But why sacrifice anyone?”
America sighed. “I needed to bring my children back to life.” he said slowly as if he was speaking to a child. “And the Italians were the perfect choice.”
Spain was flexing his hands, his fingers curling slightly. “You killed…Romano.”
America nodded. “I believe you already said that.”
Spain whirled towards America and flew at him, his hands aiming for his throat.
America threw up the cup of coffee into the air.
In a whir of motion and speed the fight ended with Spain on the floor with America on top of him with one of his hands around sprains neck. The other hand came up and caught the coffee.
“You didn’t do anything.” America said softly. “So I will give you this suggestion. Don’t do anything to get on my bad side.”
“Why are you doing this?” England whispered.
“Why did you bring me back?” America shot back.
“I brought you back because I love you and I didn’t want you to be dead simply because of a single silly mistake.” England said.
Americas smile faded. “A silly mistake.” he repeated. He looked to where Emily and Anthony were sitting.
The next thing England knew was a hand that grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall.
The girl, Emily, was holding him in place tightly.
America placed the cup on the table and walked towards England. “I assure you England; the only silly mistake I ever made believed that you ever even liked me.”
America looked back at everyone who was standing there. “I want everyone here to spread the word. I’m back and this time I’m not leaving without taking a few of you bastards with me.”
He nodded at Emily who let go of England’s arms.
England was breathing heavily. “America. Sacrificing people to bring back others…that is black magic.”
America smirked. “What is your point?”
“After everything I tried to teach you.” England whispered. “You resort to black magic.”
Americas smirk widened. “Again. What is your point?”
Before England could say anything else movements caught his eyes. The shadows were crawling around the room and seemingly going towards America.
“I’ll ask once more England.” America said. “What is your point?”
The shadows curled around America and curled around him. They formed around him and once they melted away it was clear that he was different.
“You might have an angel form.” America said spreading the shadows on his back until they formed dark leather wings. “I have my own form.”
England allowed himself a moments fear to pass through his body before he stood tall and called upon his own form.
The toga-clad white winged halo Britannia angel stood there looking determined to his old charge.
America brushed some imaginary lint off of his shirt. He looked up at England.
“You honestly think you scare me?” he asked.
In an answer England lifted his wand towards America and shouted a word. Light sprung from the wand towards America.
America’s wings came forward and covered him to block the light.
When the wings parted he was grinned. “Oh come on England. Give me some credit.”
Emily was holding onto England’s arm once more while Anthony grabbed the other.
America grabbed England by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you.” America said. “Yet. For bringing me back to life I’m saving you for last.”
“America this is insanity.” Germany said. “Come to your senses.”
America glanced at him. “I am completely with my senses. For what you guys have done to me this is the least that you deserve. Including the Italians.”
“Bring them back.” Spain snarled. “Bring them back!”
America shook his head. “To bring them back would mean that I would have to kill my children, there is no way that I would do that.”
They weren’t sure from where but suddenly in true Hungary-welding-the-frying-pan movement Spain was holding his axe threateningly. “Bring. Them. Back.”
America tilted his head slightly his eyes darkening. “Spain I swear this to you. You dare try to attack either me or my children I will use your own axe to kill you.”
Spain snarled slightly as his eyes locked on Anthony. Anthony took a step back in slight fear.
When Spain took a single step towards Anthony America was suddenly in front of him. When he grabbed Spain’s axe Canada closed his eyes and turned away.
There was a sickening sound of metal slicing through skin and when Canada felt brave enough to open his eyes he gagged.
Blood covered the room and the front of America’s body. Spain’s body lay in front twitched slightly with his own axe sticking out of his chest.
Canada felt his breakfast start to rise in his throat.
America turned to the others. Canada felt his heart drop at the look in his eyes. No remorse, no guilt, no shame, not even insanity. He was purely sane and he knew what he was doing.
“I will give you guys five minutes to get out.” America said. “Get out. And if by then you don’t get out then I will kill you.”
He held up his hands and an hourglass appeared in his hands. “For some of you your sands of time have already began to run against you.”
America grinned. “But who will be first?”