Bloodymaryaries

~Belarus' pov~ Hungary and England were somehow sent to a new place, away from our location. "What did you do that for?!" I screamed at Gondwana, rage rising in me. He merely chuckled darkly at me. "I can't have an unfair fight, now can I?" (Y/n) had an infuriated face, glaring at him in disgust. She spoke in a devilish voice. "I will kill you!" I nodded, agreeing. I took out three knives and tossed them at him with great speed. (Y/n) Drew her sword and screamed as she jabbed his shoulder with the blade I replaced for her. The lights in the air started flickering, and Gondwana yelped in pain. "You little shit!" (Y/n) smirked at her accomplis

~your pov~ Entering through the large door, we found a dark room that had glowing lights dancing in the sky. There was a shrine in the back of the room, and standing in front of said shrine was a man. He looked like he was studying the details. This man was wearing strange clothes; a cloth that wrapped around him just as the Greeks used to have. I tip toed my way over to him, but slipped, alerting him of our presence. "Who's there?!" He drew a sword out of thin air and pointed it towards us. As I stood up and brushed off the dust on my armor, he looked me up and down. His face turned angry. "So, you are the one." My features turned determined

  ~Russia's pov~ "Russia, where are you going?" Ukraine asked confused. I had a bottle of vodka in my hands and a tub of ice cream. "I'm visiting America. He took the biggest toll from all this." She furrowed her brows. "Russia… it was his fault. He deserves it… er, not to be mean or anything." I pat her head. "I know, but he needs to see light and get some air. I plan to drag him outside for awhile." "Well, ok. Be safe." I nodded as I left to visit my democratic, egotistical American… friend I guess. ~time skip~ I knocked on the door, opening it slowly. Hearing a weird sound, I followed it into the kitchen. There he was, in