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"Normal speech"
'Thought speech'
Flashback
Chapter 1
Dark black clouds hovered threateningly above a field. Lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the struggling figures below. The rumbling of thunder soon followed, momentarily muffling the clash of swords.
The two people locked in battle were oblivious to this all. Their absolute attention was focused on the other. Each tried to best their opponent; to cause an injury in which would win them the battle.
Crimson streaks already decorated their forms; flowing sluggishly from the numerous wounds they had already inflicted on each other. Gasping breaths and the sounds of their fighting echoed loudly in the meadow. Weariness was highlighted in every movement of their exhausted stature.
Their bodies were already at their limit.
Suddenly one broke away from their deadly dance.
"Stop," Alfred wheezed. "I don't want this; I don't want to fight you. We were allies against the Axis countries and I thought we were friends-"
"We are." Ivan panted. He shook his disheveled hair out of his eyes and straightened.
"Then why are we doing this?!" Alfred demanded, standing taller. "Can't we just go back to how we were-"
"No, Alfred. We cannot." Ivan voiced with another small shake of his head. "Not unless you allow me to continue to-"
"-forcing countries to become one with Russia?! You can't do that!" Alfred said sharply. "I can't let you; I won't let you…" His face saddened before gaining resolve as his voice trailed off.
"Then we must fight." Ivan murmured. His tall figure slowly shifted into his battle stance.
"Yes… We must." Alfred repeated softly as he got into his own battle position.
Both stood frozen in wait for an unspoken signal to begin.
The whole clearing flashed white from an overhead streak of lightning. Thunder immediately reverberated as the heavens opened up and rain fell upon the two below; drenching though their clothing almost instantly.
Except, they didn't notice this because the moment the lightning had lit everything up, they had both sprung at each other with swords drawn.
As the first drops of water had landed on their uniforms, their weapons met with a resounding clang. The deadly silvery rapiers sprang apart only to meet again in an instant; as if drawn together by unseen magnetic forces. Over and over, this dangerous clash continued; neither side willing to back down. Their fight had evolved into something much more than brawn but of spirit and will.
Yielding was not an option; their pride and honor would never permit it.
As the battle dragged on, their bodies began to chill from the unrelenting downpour of rain. However, the heat of the battle both warmed them and blocked out their sense of the cold.
Nevertheless, such a mêlée could not continue on forever; they were already straining under the duress and pressure. Limbs were slowly becoming numb from the cold and exhaustion could be seen in every movement.
It was over before either of them even realized it.
With the heavy torrent of water falling from the heavens, the field had become extremely slippery and muddy. Puddles of watery mud lay hidden under the long grasses.
While dodging a swing from Ivan, Alfred had slipped backwards on a slick patch of muddy grass. Ivan, sensing a potential opening lunged forward. What he didn't expect was that as Alfred fell backwards, he reflexively thrust his sword arm forward in an attempt to regain his balance.
Under normal circumstances, Ivan would have had no trouble evading the blade. However, with rain in his eyes and the lack of friction and traction in his footing, he wasn't able to dodge the deadly steel.
Blossoms of red began to bloom in the pools of water.
Alfred gazed up in stricken horror in the mud he fell in. His sword was impaled though Ivan's left shoulder, gleaming silver and red.
"Ivan…" Alfred breathed in shock. He never could have imagined that this could happen.
Ivan gritted his teeth and wrenched himself off the sword. He stumbled back and lifted his right hand to the wound to apply pressure, trying to stem the bleeding to no avail.
"W-wait!" Having finally come to his senses, Alfred climbed out of the mud and wobbled toward Ivan. "We need to stop the bleed- no! Come back! Ivan!" As Alfred had started rambling in panic, Ivan had lurched away and began to stagger away towards the surrounding bamboo forest.
'Get away.' That was the only thought that resounded through Ivan's mind. 'Get away.'
Ivan plowed through the dense forest, uncaring of what lay in his way. All his focus was on getting as far away as possible.
Deeper and deeper into the shadows of the bamboo he went, until the calls made by Alfred were no longer audible. Still he continued on, almost blindly stumbled along.
Soon his remaining strength waned and combined with the blood loss, he began to become dizzy. His balance was failing and his endurance was at the limit.
"No..." His weak whisper could not even be heard over the gentle pitter patter of the rain. His legs finally couldn't support his weight anymore and folded beneath him. He was just barely able to catch himself on some nearby stalks of bamboo before he landed in the mud.
Groaning he tried to drag himself up and keep going but the combination of rain, blood, and his rapidly deteriorating strength caused him to loose his grip.
With a tremendous crash, he fell into the mud. The pain jolted him from his near unconscious state as both the fall and the mud aggravated his already painful wound that was still sluggishly bleeding. His body instinctively tried to curl into a ball to protect itself from the pain.
He coughed into his hand and barely noticed the splash of red that marred his pale palm. Trying to get up again, he gripped the bamboo stalk beside his head only to collapse as that action sent a new wave of pain throughout his body.
Dazed violet eyes slowly opened one last time to see a blurry sunflower open next to his head.
His last thought before falling into the blissful darkness was of how beautiful the golden flower looked splattered with his blood.
To be continued…
Hi everyone! I know I should be updating Starlight Darknight but this plot bunny hit me like a train wreck after the Hetalia gathering at Anime Los Angeles. I was cosplaying as China when one of my friends found a Russia's star medal. Of course, I (with my good friends, Osaka and Net Li) went off to find "my Russia." When I found her (It was a girl cosplaying as Russia. Actually most of the Russias were girls.) we struck together the whole time. It was really fun and what inspired this story. I will try my best to update more but I have no guarantees. School-work, midterms and other things life decides to throw at me will delay me but I will NOT ever abandon this OR Starlight Darknight. That will be updated but it will likely take awhile. Sorry in advance.
I hope you will enjoyed this story!
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