Revenge and suspicions
Elizabeth ran to the doorstep and pushed herself through the door.
"Father!" she screamed as she stared at the still body of her father. Her friends stayed outside, but glanced inside. They, too, were surprise to see Britain lying motionless on the floor.
"We'll leave you alone," Nancy said, solemnly. She gestured to the others to stay and wait outside too. They left one by one.
Elizabeth rushed to his side, trembling with each step. She knelt down beside and lifted him in her arms. The blood had dried, but he was still covered in stains. They were both in a pool of blood that was beginning to smear onto her clothes, but Elizabeth paid no mind to it.
"Father? Open your eyes! Please!" her voice was small and shaky. Britain began shiver from his pain as he opened his eyes. The light in his eyes had faded, but seem to light up again as he looked up at his daughter. He smiled and looked a bit relieved.
"Yes, Father. I'm here," she said, resting her forehead to his. Britain exhaled deeply in joy, but after a moment he began to look worried.
"Elizabeth, what are you doing here?!"
"What are you talking about? I came here because I wanted to. I couldn't just leave you." she was a bit confused why her father looked so scared all of a sudden. Britain closed his eyes and shook his head some.
"No, you should have not come back. Get out of here, please! Leave me, save yourself!"
"Are you crazy? Why should I leave? I heard Yao was here and-"
"He could still be here! It's not safe! You should leave!" he continued. Elizabeth shook her head.
"I'm not going anywhere! Not without you." Britain stared at her, both worry and relief hidden in his eyes. He managed to chuckle some, despite he hardly had any strength.
"You're just as stubborn as I am. Maybe just as foolish."
"But there are good and bad ways of being foolish. I was foolish in many things, and most of them were bad," he began to cough up some blood.
"Father?!" Elizabeth was beginning to panic, but she did her best to stay calm.
"Listen to me, Elizabeth. I lived my life, but yours is just beginning. There are many things I regret in my life, but I don't want you to follow in the paths that I took," he was beginning to breathe slower and all Elizabeth could do was hold him close.
"The only thing I regret now is...not being able to tell you the truth...About you...or your mother. But I can still set one thing right again...before I die," he began to bring his hand to her forehead. Elizabeth was beginning to tear up and she didn't understand what he was talking about, but she didn't complain.
Britain rested his hand to her forehead.
"Release," he said with an agonized sigh. The 'X' on Elizabeth's forehead broke like a chain and disappeared. Elizabeth put a hand to her forehead and she felt as if a great burden had been lifted from inside of her. But this only lead to more confusion to her.
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth...Please forgive me...Be strong, and don't...despair," he seemed to have whispered his last word before he closed his eyes. His hand fell from her forehead to the floor, and his body felt heavier in her arms.
"Father?" Elizabeth asked in a shaky voice. She shook his body to revive, but he did not twitch or stir. Her tears could no longer be contained and she buried her face to his chest. The room seemed colder than before and the clock was the only other noise she could hear, besides her sobs.
"No, Father! There's still so
much I have to ask you. You can't just be dead. No," she whispered. She
gripped his shirt tightly as anger began to rise inside of her.
"I knew you would return," said a voice. Elizabeth didn't have to turn around to know whom it belong to. The hateful pig, Yao. The man who killed her father. The man who enjoyed causing pain to others was standing behind her.
"I feel sorry for you, Elizabeth. I truly do. You did not know the pain that your father made you suffer through," he said, sounding pitiful.
"Shut up, Yao! You don't know anything!" Elizabeth sobbed in anger.
"Please allow me to explain, Elizabeth. I too lost my father long ago. I was younger than you, perhaps too young. I was but only six years of age. But your father feared you. That's why he sealed your power in the first place," Yao said.
"No! My father would never do that to me! He loved me!" Elizabeth shouted.
"You were born a cursed child," he continued, "He believed that you would over through him and the only way he felt safe was to imprison your power. To imprison you! He only pretended to love you, so you would not know the truth of what he thought of you."
"No! I never had power! He told me I could never do it! It wasn't my potential!"
"Your father loved to fill your head with lies, I see. He never once told you about your mother, did he?" Yao frowned. Elizabeth looked up at him through teary eyes.
"Yes, Elizabeth. He lied about your mother too. He killed her. Took her to the basement and cursed and murdered her. He could have killed you too, but decided to seal your power instead. The only reason why he let you live was so you could suffer. Become a slave without your understanding and brainwashed you into think that he loved you."
"No! Shut up! Shut up!" Elizabeth screamed, again burying her face to her father's chest.
"Tell me something, Elizabeth. Why would your father seal your power in the first place? He would have let you be who you wanted to be. He never would have killed your mother. If it wasn't for him she would still be alive today! If he truly loved you, he wouldn't have made you or your mother suffer!"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" Elizabeth finally screamed. Her body began to ignite with flames and they changed color as her anger grew. Yao was startled and he backed away.
"You don't know anything about my father! Everything you've told me is a lie! I know it! I know it!" she didn't sound or feel very positive about her words though. Why did her father seal her power? Why would he want to kill her mother? Why couldn't he just let her be who she wanted to be? Why did she have power anyway?
She glared at Yao and her tears were nothing but hot and angry by now. Before Yao could do anything, he went crashing into the wall without understanding why. He tried to move, but he had no control over his body.
"You killed my father, and I'm going to make you pay! Even if I have to kill you myself!" Elizabeth said as the room grew darker. Yao went smacking into the ceiling and then to the floor. Left, right into the walls. And Elizabeth finally raised her hand, about ready to give him the final blow that would surly kill him. But she didn't. She hesitated.
Blood was dripping from Yao's mouth and he wiped it away. He was bruised, head to toe. He began to chuckle as he noticed that Elizabeth was hesitating her last attack.
"What's wrong? I thought you were going to make me pay for my life. Why are you hesitating?" Elizabeth could only glare at him with hurt felt eyes. She wanted to kill him. More than anything. But something was stopping her.
"That's exactly how a country fights, Elizabeth! Hatred, agony, revenge, pain! Why quit now, when you know you have my life in your hands?! Your father did it! All the countries do it! They kill for fun, for pride, and to end their victim's life! To have POWER!" Yao was beginning to sound like a madman now, as if he wanted to die.
"I can't kill you, Yao. I'm not a murderer," Elizabeth said in a quiet voice. "I don't want power, I don't want to kill. I can't even find a reason to kill you. Sure, I'll get my revenge. But it won't bring back my father. Nothing can. I-I just can't kill you." She fell to her knees and began to cry again, quietly. Yao frowned and stood up and sighed in disappointment.
"Elizabeth. You're weak. You're pathetic and you can't even accept killing. You'll never become a country that way. You can't avoid death. You're going to have to kill someone someday."
Elizabeth remained silent.
"Well," Yao continued as he clapped his hands in an order-like way, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but it was my plan for you to come back anyway. I hypnotized Romania to attack you and bring you here. You do understand that there will be no use in running away from me, my dear." Three Chinese warriors walked in at their leader's command.
"Why do you say that?" Elizabeth asked with a raised eyebrow. Yao smiled and opened the door, gesturing for her to follow. Reluctantly, she stepped outside.
There was a big, ironed truck that looked like one that carried prisoners. Her friends were shoved rudely into the truck by Chinese warriors and there were some standing at attention, waiting for their leader's command. Elizabeth could only stare in horror. Yao smiled and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Now your life is in my hands. Don't be shy. Let's join your friends, shall we?" he whispered to her ear and gave her a nudge to move to the truck.
"Let us go!" Amelia demanded, "I'll call my lawyer!"
"Save your breath," Yao said, shoving Elizabeth in with her friends. "No one can help you now. You've lost. I think it's only fair that you admit that, no?" He closed the iron door and grinned.
"Enjoy the ride, my friends. By this afternoon, you'll all be in the palm of my hand." He then stepped into the truck and told the Chinese warrior to get moving.
A little down the road, Amelia was struggling to break open the iron door. Apparently, she was the only one trying. Everyone else was looking...depressed.
"Geez, what's wrong with them? They're just going to give up so easily?" Amelia said to herself.
Yao was looking pleased with himself, when he heard a loud 'thud' from above. It sounded like a bolder hit the truck. He frowned, and the Chinese warrior that was driving looked confused and worried.
"Relax," Yao told him, "It's probably nothing to worry about. Keep on driving. I'll check it out." He opened the door and climbed up the side of the truck.
He frowned as he stood on top the truck. He saw America. His back was turned to him and he didn't seem to know that Yao was standing there. Amelia was making a ruckus, obviously happy that her father was there. He heard the iron door screech as America and Amelia tugged and pulled at the door to break it lose. Yao glared. America dare show up and release all his hard work in capturing the children?
"I don't think so, America!" he shouted. America turned his head, only to be kicked in the face by Yao. America lost his balance and fell off the truck.
"No! Daddy!" Amelia cried out after him. Yao chuckled.
"Don't worry, Amelia. I took care of that...bug."
"You brute! Wait until I get out of here!"
"Yes, that would be amazing to see," Yao smirked.
America groaned. He landed on his side and he struggled to sit up. He could only glare as the truck drove away, taking Amelia and the children with it. His classes had fallen off and they had a huge crack in both lens. America picked them up and stared sadly at them.
"Don't worry, Texas. I won't let him do that to you again!" he swore. He looked back at the road and glared. "I won't lose you again either, Amelia. I'm coming after you."
America returned to Britain's house, and the other five countries stood around with saddened looks.
"'Sup, Dudes? Why are you so sad all of a sudden? Yeah, I didn't come back with the kids but-"
"America," Germany said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." America raised an eyebrow.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" he looked at the others, looking for hints in what Germany was talking about. Everyone still carried the same, sad look. Even Russia.
"Hey, what's up with everyone? I thought we came here to rescue Britain. Where is he anyway?" he began to walk to the door, but Germany stopped him.
"You don't want to see this," he said.
"Dude, I don't know what you're talking about," America frowned as he pushed by him and into the doorway. He gasped as he saw Britain laying in death on the floor in the pool of dried blood. He slowly walked to him and knelt down.
"Dude? Are you...dead?" he asked the still body. He picked him up and tried to wake him.
"You can't be dead! You just can't!" he looked to the other countries.
"Is he really-"
"Yes," Russia spoke up, sadly. Italy turned away and began to cry silently. America shook his head.
"No, he can't be!"
"I'm sorry, Mon ami," France said, turning away. America punched his fist into the floor and began to sob.
"Let's leave him alone," Germany told them. Everyone nodded and left America alone to mourn. But before he left, Japan bowed respectfully at the two countries and left.
America held Britain tightly and sobbed.
"You can't be dead, Dude! I still owe you money! I never hated you! I couldn't! You were there for me when nobody else would! You took me in and raised me like your own son! We can't lose you now! Come on, Dad! You're my Big Brother! Wake up and tell me to shut up already! Accuse me of being a gluttonous country who's going to die of a heart attack! Say something! Anything!" He buried his face to Britain's chest and his sobs turned into loud cries. He sniffled a moment later, and looked up from Britain's chest in confusion. He raised an eyebrow and put his ear to his chest. Was that-? Was that a heartbeat? America listened closer. Yes, it was. A heartbeat. It was hardly noticeable, however.
America patted Britain's face for him to wake up, but he still seemed dead. He didn't even seem to be breathing. How could there still be a heartbeat?
"Poor Britain. I know we never saw eye to eye, but still," Italy said, wiping his tears. "He can't be dead. He still need s to scare me and creep me out!" No one complained over Italy's cries. Everyone was a bit surprised to see Russia look so sad. He usually smiled.
"I'm surprised to see you so sad, Russia," France said, "I thought you wouldn't care if we died."
Russia exhaled deeply before he answered.
"His stupid face. I won't be able to control him after all. He would have been a faithful servant." Oh, so that was it. He was only sad because he wasn't going to have Britain as a servant.
"How could you be so cold blooded?" France asked, "I thought you cared about him."
"I think we all are surprised that he's gone," Japan said. Germany frowned.
"Ja, but where is China in all of this? Doesn't he care about what happens to us?"
"Perhaps he does not know?" Japan said, "I'm sure that if we talk to him, he'll-" he fell silent as America walked out. He appeared to be thinking, because he had this confused look on his face. It was odd, when did America stop and think about something? He was always happy and didn't care what was going on. But now, he looked like he was actually using his brain on something.
"Is something wrong?" Japan asked. America look up.
"Huh? No? Yes? I don't know, Dudes. I'm confused. Britain's supposed to be dead, right?"
"Ja?" Germany frowned. "At least I thought he was."
"Yeah," America said suspiciously, as he stared back a Britain. "I thought so too."
"What?" France asked, "He is dead. At least he should be. We saw his body and he wasn't responding to anything."
"Well, Dudes. This may come as a shock to you, but...I don't think he's dead. Not completely anyway."
"What are you talking about? He bleed to death. At least that's what it looks like," Germany said, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, but... Yao was here, right? He must have killed him. But Yao's not a country. At least, not yet. Sure, he has the strength of a country, but he hasn't taken control over anything. Now, Britain's dead. But not dead ‘dead," America said. No one understood.
"I'm trying to tell you that even though he's dead, he's still alive somehow. I think there's something inside the Dude that we're looking past. Something is keeping him alive. I know it's hard to understand, but...I don't think he's finished just yet. We just have to find that something that will bring him back. I don't know, dudes. I get the feeling that his kid is that something. Like, the thought of her keeps him alive. And Yao's not officially a country yet. It's the only thing I could come up with."
Everyone stared at him in complete surprise.
"You actually thought of something smart for once?" France asked. America held up his hands.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm already starting to have a headache from thinking too hard," he said, rubbing his forehead.
"It's worth a try," Germany nodded, thinking it over.
"We have to go after children anyway," Russia pointed out.