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A Nation's Salvation	By : eternalstarhaven Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Hetallia: Axis Powers does not belong to me, but to Hidekaz Himaruya, while the idea behind the story is my own. I do not make a profit or money by writing this. I also have this story posted on fanfiction.net under the same penname.

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A Game It Is
Chapter Twelve
He's a hybrid... She didn't move, standing between the boy's dead mother, and the enraged water nation. He won't have a use for the power she gave him... stand aside, Atlantis...
I won't let you have the power of the Atlantic regions.
I already have the British Isles. She visibly flinched, pushing the boy further back, his sobs the only sound rising above the frantic beat of her terrified heart. You've been a rather annoying thorn in my side... I wonder... our challenges have always been undecided. With the power I've stolen up to this point, I do believe we're no longer even considered equals. I could take you, bend you entirely to my will, and then suck every ounce of your power away before turning it on the coastal regions that should have never had our power or protection to begin with!
They are of the water, just as you or I.
They are hybrids! Why would either world want them? They are nothing, weak...
These hybrids are far from weak, and you'd do well to remember that as you focus your eyes upon Spain and Italy.
One-by-one, the survivors to the war, 'he' had started, rose from the water and joined her, forming a barrier between the boy and their enemy. We will not give you Spain, and you will not have the islands of Atlantis, they said in unison. There were five of them, their power glowing around them in one of the seven colors of the rainbow. Lifting their hands, they flooded Atlantis with it, knowing that to do so would not only destroy themselves, but their nations as well... what choice did they have? They didn't have the strength or power to stop him, and if he succeeded at absorbing their powers, he'd finally have enough energy to smash the ruler of the Atlantic Ocean and they couldn't and wouldn't allow him to do that.
Atlantis stared at where they had been, eyes wide in horrified shock, overwhelmed with grief and hate. She had so much power, and yet...
That memory, despite the century that had passed, was still very fresh in his mind. The 'Great War', had started long before that, but towards the end, she had been one of the last to stand between the hybrids and the crazed water nation. What happened afterwards, he wished he had the ability to forget, one arm locked around her waist, while the other held on to the side of the bed chamber's window. There were so many scars covering her body, evident of the battles she had waged against an ancient that seemed hell-bent on destroying the entire land nation world. In order to do that, he had started stealing power from the water nations, killing them and their people in the process.
He had no idea how he had gotten out here... the last thing he remembered was watching the double execution, and then everything had blacked out. She looked similar to the way his mother had, after she had transferred all of her power to him. Pulling her closer, he continued to wait. What choice did he have? If he tried to climb back into the chamber, the double guard left behind would hear the sound of the opening window, and there wasn't a chance in hell he'd manage to get her in safely and find a suitable weapon to fight with.
A shift in the way she rested against him alerted him that she was conscious again, and he took a moment to glance from the guards to her. Her expression seemed worn down, resigned almost, and he felt a rare anger begin to emerge. This was not the same woman that had stood between him and that water nation, her eyes so lost and uncertain that he couldn't help but want to tuck her away and ask what the hell was she doing and thinking?
"You were that boy... on the beach?"
How could she not remember that? She was the reason he was even still alive, but as he looked into those incredible eyes of hers, he knew that her memories were as broken as the rest of her. "Are you able to move okay?"
"I used too much power," she admitted tiredly, a flicker of regret flashing in her eyes. Risking it, he pulled his other hand away from the wall and touched her pale cheek, amazed that she was even allowing it.
"As grateful as I am, please..." She touched his lips, shaking her head for him to say no more. Atlantis wouldn't allow anything to happen to him, and they both knew it. Broken memories or not, she couldn't allow any more of the hybrids to die. They were all that was left of her shattered world, and despite what was said that day, they were extremely powerful, possessing gifts from two worlds instead of only the one.
Oceanonis was wrong, despite what Finland and the others wanted to believe. There were other water nations still alive, regardless if they were of the land or not. They had forgotten one important component; the island nations... Spain, Britain, and even Italy fell into those categories, most of their land surrounded and connected to the water. As such, they were unique to the other land nations, and she sensed it in the way he held her, the draw to him despite her best efforts to ignore it. He wasn't even trying to mesmerize her; a male water nation was like honey to a bee... and she was 'not' immune to it.
With that being said, she now understood why the enemy had gone after Britain... he was a water nation, unaware of his power or abilities, abused and molded into a crazed version of the man she had fought against for several thousand years. It wasn't until the end that her island nations had made the ultimate sacrifice, forcing Oceanonis to get involved for the first and only time. The more memories that came back to her, the angrier she became, enraged that all of them had been abandoned and left to die.
"Don't," he growled, nipping at her finger and holding on to it, watching her eyes go wide in startled confusion... "do that." She couldn't pull away, not if she didn't want to fall a few hundred feet to the rocks below, and he had the advantage of having his back and feet firmly planted against the balcony. There was a predatory gleam in his green eyes, as if considering something other than finding a way to escape. "I believe the rumors of you are very inaccurate."
"Rumors?"
Releasing her finger, he cupped her chin and tilted it back, waiting for that look that understood what he was doing and what he seemed to want far more than stable ground. "Atlantis the Ice Queen, heartless and the death to all males... all that have sought to challenge her in battle have fallen, destined to a life forever alone."
He noted the flash of pain, the truth behind his words, and he refused to let her look away from him. "They're not wrong," she whispered, flashes of each duel as clear as day in her mind. "So many came, so many demanded that I fight them... And yet... I had no regret at watching them slide off the blade of my spear, their only desire for the crown upon my head, and the vast amount of power that I possessed."
"They were wrong," he corrected, his grip unrelenting as he lowered his head to hers, their lips almost touching. He didn't follow through, knowing that if he held a part of himself back now, he'd win far more than a simple little battle with her later. Atlantis was still a warrior, courageous, selfless... when it came to matters of the soul however, she was as clueless as a child taking his first steps or saying his first words. "I see a woman worth far more than some petty little title or the crown upon her head... no, beneath the weapons, and the uncertainty, there is a woman full of passion and love."
"Love is dangerous..."
"Is it?"
"Idiot," she hissed, struggling to reason with him, and failing miserably. "If love means falling off this balcony or getting caught... then yes... yes it is." Spain gave her a feral smile, and she didn't even want to attempt at understanding what it meant. "Besides... I can't fall in love with someone that hasn't defeated my person in fair combat."
"Is that your only requirement?"
"Yes... I mean no..." She had no idea what she wanted at the moment... He was just making it extremely hard to focus, and why did she have that requirement anyway?
"I suppose I'll have to accept."
"Don't make it sound like a chore!" she snapped, fury flashing in her eyes. For the first time since all of this had started, she felt alive, as if Spain didn't give a damn either way if she was a water nation, a land nation, broken and confused... He didn't care if she was a queen or not, that she was once the powerful ruler of the entire Atlantic Ocean and more... He had power of his own, content to keep what he had, and protect those that he cared for.
"Now that you're more alert..." He smirked, turning his attention back to the guarded bed chamber. "Are you still any good with a sword?"
"Sweden and Denmark made sure of it," she challenged back, amused at the flicker of annoyance in his green eyes.
"Those neanderthal's wouldn't know the proper use of sword... mon dieu! I suppose before we have our little challenge, I will have to ensure that you're fully capable of accepting first."
She was incredible to watch as her eyes lit up, fury swirling inside of them, a thunderclap of rage echoing in the distance. That was the Atlantis he knew, the one they needed if they were going to make it out of this mess. "A little game then?"
"I suppose," he said in that same bored tone, struggling so hard not to laugh.
"It's quite apparent that we cannot get out of here without a fight; however, we are not to kill any of them!" He started to protest, but she tapped his lips with a single finger, pulling it away just as he went to bite it again. "I have my reasons; the person with the most knock outs and least amount of injury wins.
"Why would we not kill them?"
"They are under someone else's control, and until I've had time to deal with it, I'd rather not hold them accountable."
"And the rewards to the winner?"
"Self satisfaction?" she challenged, but Spain wasn't having it, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.
"I have a better proposal. If you lose, you're to give me one hour of your time to train every day for an entire month; my choice of weapons, and out of the water."
"I don't need..."
"Winning shouldn't prove a challenge then," he taunted.
Moving to the window, he quickly pushed it open, jumped down and rushed the startled guard. With a painful blow to the face, he watched him drop like a heavy sack of potatoes. "That's one..."
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