And now we're finally back! In case you didn't notice, I went back and combined several chapters, since it really bugs me when parts are useless, and chapters are less than 2,000 words. And now we finally finish the intro, and the real plot comes around. Exciting, huh? XD
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There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers.
Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven, holding in his hand the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain. And he seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, and threw him into the pit, and shut it and sealed it over him, so that he might not deceive the nations any longer, until the thousand years were ended. After that he must be released for a little while. Then I saw thrones, and seated on them were those to whom the authority to judge was committed. Also I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded for the testimony of Jesus and for the word of God, and those who had not worshiped the beast or its image and had not received its mark on their foreheads or their hands. They came to life and reigned with Christ for a thousand years. The rest of the dead did not come to life until the thousand years were ended. This is the first resurrection. ...
Once, a long time ago, America had told him something that seemed trivial at the time. It was when they were first talking to each other, when they had first started to get to know each other. Japan hadn't been with anybody for a very long time at that point, so he really hadn't understood what the American man had meant. How could he, when there was no way for him to?
"You don't know what you have, until it's gone."
And now, he understood.
Japan kneeled by the American's door, fingers curled into his inky black hair, pulling tight on the strands. He had lost America. He had lost his best, and one of his only friends. Who else did he have? England was gone. Italy was gone. China was gone. America was gone. Prussia was gone. They had all left him. America had left him. He would never see his best friend again. He was gone. He was gone. And none of them were coming back.
Japan almost wanted to laugh when he felt the first drops of rain hit his nose. It was so stupid and cliche, wasn't it? For it to start raining when he felt at his lowest point? So stupid. So right. A bitter smile crossed his lips, and he almost let himself choke out a laugh, but he didn't. Instead, he stood up, and let the heavy rain fall onto his face. Honestly, what was the point? It wasn't like it was going to do anything. God was just laughing at him now, wasn't he? Whatever God, Christian, Muslim, or even Gods, whatever really was up there, was laughing at him. Just when he was finally brave enough to step into the world, he lost everyone.
The rain fell like bullets, biting into his face, but not enough to truly hurt. It was cold, almost painful, but not quite.
And somewhere, he was remembering the promise he had made a long time ago. The one that Italy had made to Germany, and the one that he was later invited to. They were all friends, weren't they? The Axis were a team. They worked together, and they had fun. They were a family. Not only the Axis, but the nations all together. When they got past the wars, their history, and everything stupid that seperated them, they were all just a family.
They were all human, or at least as close as they could be.
"No matter what happens, if you're in trouble, I'll come help you. And if we're in trouble, you'll help me."
Japan had made that promise. He was supposed to help his friends when they were in trouble.
Even though Italy had betrayed them. Even though America had hurt him. Even though Germany hardly spoke to him. Even through everything, they were still friends.
And he would never really be alone.
Japan leant against the door, holding one arm while he dialed a number on his phone. His hands were shaking so bad that he could hardly keep his fingers on the buttons, and he got the back of his phone smeared with blood, but he didn't care. The other number went to voicemail, and it kept doing so, even when Japan kept calling four times. Cursing, he left a voicemail:
"Call me back, please. I need your help. You are one of the only people I can trust to help me. I think we can get everyone back, but I need you. Please, call me back soon. Call me back, or we will all die."
When it was done, Japan began walking down the street once more, deciding to go home. Out of the corner of his eye, something moved.
It was dead in an instant, its head sliced off by Japan's blade.
For a long time, the asian man stared at the mockingbird, just watching its blood wash away in the rain.
I am going to die, aren't I? Please forgive me, Father. I have broken your law. I have rebelled against your love. I have-
They are going to die. I will plunge my fingers into their eyes and scoop them out and rip out their jaws and-
Heavenly Father, I am not worthy of your love. Please forgive me, for I have sinned, I have coveted the flesh of my love-
Ignorant. They are ignorant. They will die. All of them. The filthy swine they are, they will die like sheep and-
Blessed Maria, bringer of light, I am not worthy of your forgiveness. Please lead us to light, lead us to the Almighy's land-
Why do you continue to fight? You will not win. You are weak. You are pathetic. You are already dead, mortal.
The Almighty brings me strength. He brings with him the light of eternity. You are weak. You cannot fight against Him.
Your friends are dead. She is dead, and if she isn't, she will die. You are all alone. You are not worth anything.
Your words do not matter. If she is dead, then I will join her after you are gone. I am not alone. The Almighty is with me.
You are not worth saving. None of you are. You are filth. You are disgusting. You are weak and flawed. You-
I am free. I am given the gift of life and hope. I believe in my life. You do not believe. That is why I can hold you back.
You hold me back because your body lives, filth. When this body dies, you will be gone, and I will be free.
No. I will not allow it. I will protect her. I will always protect her. I know she lives, even cloaked in that demon's form.
She is already gone. And you will be gone too. Blood is on her hands.
No, it is not her hands anymore. They are posessed by that monster.
She is already gone. She is dead and isn't coming back.
You are lying.
No, she is never coming back.
Heavenly Father, please, I beseech the, protect my-
She is never coming back.
"Weak fool." Italy snarled, glaring at the German chained to the bed. "He can't even get control of that weak, mortal body. Gula is only going to hold us back."
America laughed. "It doesn't matter. Even with only the three of us, we can do it."
Italy's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the American.
"You never explained why you wanted to form a team against us." A smile spread across the Italian's face, and his eyes danced. "Perhaps you wanted to fight me. That would certainly be fun. I have no qualms against fighting you, weaklings deserve to die."
"I hope you were not planning to start without me." Canada said coldly, green eyes flashing. "I could easily kill you both right now, and you would have to start all over again. It would be unfortunate really."
America smiled, striding to Canada and taking his twin by the chin, leaning his face close and looking in the Canadian's eyes. He licked his lips, and purred softly.
"I would never dream of it, Invidia. Please, do not be so paranoid, I would never start without you."
The Canadian's eyes narrowed further, and he bared his teeth, snarling.
"If you are lying about that, I will not hesitate to rip you apart."
The American laughed.
"Of course not." he bit down harshly on the Canadian's neck, drawing blood and lapping it up onto his lips. "I would never do that. You're my precious little demon, I would never leave you out of it."
"I fucking hate you, so fucking much." the Canadian said again, growling lowly.
"I know." the American purred.
By this point, the Italian was now lounging on the bed, half asleep. "If I am going to be left out, I would at least ask for an explanation of what I asked earlier. I would much rather be sleeping."
The American laughed, again, standing up and licking his lips again.
"It's a game. We destroy them from the inside out. Feed paranoia, watch the hatred grow. Watch them tear themselves apart, turning on each other. Watch the capitold burn, watch them all bleed and die and turn the world red. We lead them in wrong directions, pin the blame on everyone, watch them rip each other to shreds and consume themselves in fire. And then, when they are all dead...it will truly begin."
-and he was laughing, red spilling over his arms, singing and burning and bloody, ripping his skin apart, watching the precious red-gold spilling over his skin.
Beginning, it was beginning, and he knew it was. It was all starting and starting and he was so excited. This was so wonderful, so incredible, he was laughing and laughing his eyes spinning and he was crying and crying and crying and-
Blood was pouring over everything, rivers and rivers pouring and stretching and boiling everything skin was scraping off and needles were piercing his eyes and he was being ripped apart and reborn in fires and they were all crying and he was-
-there was nothing he could do about it because it is all your fault it is all because of you, you did this and you know you did this you monster this is all because of you you fool you idiot you are so fucking stupid and you know it you are killing everybody and everythingandeverythingyou used to care about you fool you did this everyone hates you you don't deserve to fucking live anymore.
You fool. You are killing everyone, you are starting this you are killing them you are destroying them, you are bathing in their blood and ripping them apart piece by piece and tasting their flesh and boiling and skinning them and cutting them apart-
I'm so sorry.
And England's descent to madness continues, while Germany is still fighting.
And Japan's has just begun.