[Fanfiction Countryhumans x OC] Let the flame paint your soul

Chapter 11: A thunderstorm

"What the hell is going on?"

America gasped as he stood on the observatory tower, seeing a bunch of dust blowing from afar. When he used the binoculars to take a closer look, he was speechless, discovering that there was a wave of Boxer's army. The number of those Chinese soldiers could be compared to a corp of Western army. 

"Alarm! Prepare for an attack!"

America yelled. All of the soldiers grabbed their guns and stood behind the trench, aiming at the Chinese corp. They were trying their best to stay cool, since even their commanders, German Empire and America were nearly stunned because of numerical dominance coming from the Chinese.

German Empire stared at those rebels with the binoculars which he received from America. The clothes that many of the rebels wore today were different from usual. They were more colourful, especially their hats. Most of them were riding strange horses, those with short height. His memory was proceeding. This scene reminded him of a story that he had been told years ago by his father, Purssia. A warlike Asian tribe that used to conquer Asia and Eastern Europe.

“Mein Gott…” - German Empire put down the binoculars, and he turned to his soldiers. - "Take out some explosives, we will need them. And three or four of you, go reach out for the other nation's commanders, tell them that we're gonna lose some areas, they will understand what I mean".

"You know who they are?"

America asked with restlessness.

"The Mongolians".

America and German Empire both took out their guns and swords. The Chinese corp was just a few miles away from Peking's gate. America and German Empire were two young nations; however, they were no strangers to the Mongolian Empire's reputation.

"How come? I thought he was gone!"

"I wish I knew. He was absolutely gone a long time ago. He must be weak and harmless. I doubt that the Chinese Empress has something to do with this".

Meanwhile, in the East of Peking, Austrian - Hungarian Empire was also busy dealing with the surprise attack. He knew the Mongolians from the history books, but not from the reality. They were strong, much stronger and well trained than the Boxer. They were climbing on the wall to get into Peking, since the gate was locked (But it wouldn't hold longer than an hour, he guessed). His soldiers were exhausted and failed to block them. The Boxer and Mongolians were now near his mansion.

"Here you are, the Western rat".

One of the Mongolian warriors was successful in approaching Austrian - Hungarian Empire.  The Austrian aimed his gun at him, but the Mongolian warrior was faster to wrestle him to the ground. The gun was thrown away, out of his reach. In the moment between life and death, he was able to stand up and take out his sword to block the slash coming from the Mongolian. 

"Impressive".

The Mongolian smirked. Austrian - Hungarian Empire may look slimmer than the warrior, but he had been trained for years for fighting. Beneath those fancy clothes was a well built body. 

"Why are you helping the Chinese Empress? Don't you hate them for taking your throne?"

The Austrian remained with his cold eyes while observing every movement of the warrior.

"Shut the fuck up". - The Mongolian aggressively yelled at Austrian - Hungarian Empire.  - “First, you Western bastards, then will be the rest of China”.

Austrian - Hungarian frowned as he was pushed back by the muscular strength of the Mongolian warrior. Was this Mongolian just being arrogant? Not mentioning about sweeping the Western forces out of Peking and China, but to take the throne back in China...What were the Mongolians thinking? And how could the tribe that was already dead had such a corp?