((Though I use 'he' Apos is actually a hermaphrodite. But since he seems to identify and dress like a male, I've decided to use it in narration. His voice, similarly, sounds male.))
A blond haired young man wearing black wandered in through the door of the sorting room, carrying a wicker basket of blue orbs in one hand, and a broad sword in the
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He hadn't thought that was possible. But as much as France was a lecher and a bad guy (in Holy Roman Empire's biased opinion), the kind of wanton cruelty that enjoyed screams and blood didn't seem his style.
Holy Roman Empire glared. If he'd been armed, he'd probably have declared war on the stranger, never mind that Apos wasn't a nation.
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He narrowed his eyes and continued to glower suspiciously at Apos. "Do you share other similar hobbies as well? Do you like invading other people's houses, and starting wars just because you don't like their bosses? Do you want to take sweet, innocent Italy?"
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"I like taking sweet innocent things and making them hurt, if that's what you mean," he said, eyeing him contemplatively. "And before I came here I was well on my way to starting a war. It was all too easy."
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Apos' creepy manner intimidated him a bit more up close, but Holy Roman Empire hid it behind more glaring. Thank goodness Italy hadn't appeared in this dream yet--although Holy Roman Empire would certainly protect her from this guy. "I won't let you get away with those kinds of terrible things here," he declared. "I'll protect this school like it's part of my own house!"
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He grinned, pointed his sword at the Holy Roman Empire. "You can't stop me from doing anything."
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"And even if I'm going to die, it's not going to be thanks to you." Although his glare lost some of its intensity as he said so, before Holy Roman Empire visibly steeled himself again. "I'm not in the middle of all these wars because I'm weak, or ineffective, or incapable of being a threat."
He didn't flinch when Apos pointed his sword at him, but Holy Roman Empire was thinking that he really needed a chance to ask Austria if perhaps this magic school had a sword or some other type of weapon he could borrow. He hadn't minded being unarmed when this dream seemed peaceful, albeit strange. But now with this turn of events...
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Holy Roman Empire clenched his fists. "You won't get to watch anything, because I'm not going to lose."
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He didn't lower his sword, didn't attack either, waiting for one more taunt, one more declaration of undying will. He so wanted to break that will. "Unlike you, I'll be around until the end of time. I will watch your end, one way or another."
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"Oh, I can hurt you well enough," he said gleefully. He rushed forward, brought the sword up, and aimed for Holy Roman Empire's stomach.
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Holy Roman Empire had been distracted in his thoughts, so he was a little slow to look up at Apos' words. So while it didn't take any thought to twist away from the attack--he hadn't lost his wartime reflexes yet--he didn't react quite fast enough to miss the thrust entirely, and he couldn't stop his eyes widening or the gasp of shock that escaped him.
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So, even though this wasn't an immortal, and he couldn't eat his memories, he still drove the sword deeper, until it burst through Holy Roman Empire's back. He grinned widely, took a step closer to him until he could wrap his arms around him an lick his cheek as if he could taste his memories already. "Does it hurt now?" he asked, then reached for the hilt of the sword and twisted it.
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He'd had a few nightmares like this over the course of the war. France cornering him to finish him off, France running him through, and then maybe leaning in close to whisper something like how Holy Roman Empire would never see Italy again. Holy Roman Empire squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push Apos' arms away. "I'll definitely, definitely--!"
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