Darkest Sunset II (faith)

Revenge

Prussia's Pov:

    Italy went silent for a moment, as I approached him. But something stopped me, a sound. Steps sound. Both of our heads turned in the way the steps were coming from, and when I saw him in the door step my face turned white. This wasn't my plan, he was here too early.
    "How dare you speak such things about my brother." France stared right into my soul, talking with a low angry tone.
     "Ah! It was about time you would arrive, France." I laughed still acting confidently.
    His eyes switched instantly to Romania who was laying in Italy's arms now half fainted. His eyes wided in realisation and I knew I fucked up badly. It was time now, to skip to the end of the plan.
    "....I refused to believe it. Everyone told me so, and I denied, I wanted to be on your side. But it turns out they were right, Germany. Or should I call you Prussia?" His eyes fixed mine, getting full of hate for all the damage I've caused.
    "Took you some time, old friend! I was wondering if you became that stupid. Seems you actually did from what you've told me."
     "Why are you doing this? What did they do to you? What did your own great grandson do to you to be tortured this way by you?"
     "They are all very important people to you. They were not the easiest, but the most pleasing way of getting to you."
     "Getting to me?! For what reason? You're supposed to be dead. Go back where you came from." His heavy words made my heart which I thought was already swallowed by hate, break into pieces. I haven't felt this kind of thing since my last day. His words hurt me. Suddenly I felt my stomach and head  burning in rage, then began speaking:
    "You. You're the one that doesn't understand? How could you ask such a stupid thing?! You know perfectly. I trusted you, we were buddies, then just for a stupid idea, you betrayed me in the worst possible way and took my life."

    Both Italy and Romania were left in shock, staring at us speechless and confused. I looked at France and his face switched from hate to regret and flashbacks. He knew what I was talking about, he was remembering it very well.
     "....It's been decades since that happened...get over it..." He spoke setting his look on the ground. How could he say such thing, like death was just a childish game to him.
     "Get over it?!" I couldn't control myself and made a big step closer to him then punched him into the face. He lost balance and held onto the wall not to fall, covering his bloody nose.      "Betraying and killing your friend is a joke to you?!"
    "Get away from him!" Italy yelled at me like I would give any attention to him.
France made a sign to him with his hand to stay away and looked at me again. He was understanding the situation. He was finally taking the responsibility for it.
    "I know what I did. I know nothing could fix it. But neither you had good intentions. I'm sorry, but what you're doing now it's not fair at all. Don't you care about your great grandson?"
    "He's the only person I care about! I would give the world to him! And that's what I'm doing now. You and him are the main power. If I get rid of you, he will be the only one left with power. After getting rid of you it will be even easier to get rid of your stupid brothers, if they oppose my orders. After this, I'll give him back his body, while I'll take over your dead one. Nobody will know a thing!" Then I looked at Italy and Romania "And I'll take care of you two too."
     France seemed shocked at my words. He never thought I could ever plan something like that. It's true that in my past life I was never planning on taking over the world, and so cruel. But I changed. Since the day I was sent into that dungeon. I never understood why I was there while almost everyone was on the other side, the bright good one. I was all alone and cold in that endless nightmare, punished for probably only doing the wrong things in the end. I wasn't given any second chance. Darkness began taking over my heart. I lost my mind there, I couldn't feel anything else than madness and stress. It was all his fault, what I became, was all his fault.

     "If you're seeking revenge, then here I am. Leave them alone, I'm here now." He wiped the blood away from his nose.
These are the words I've been waiting for, I smiled in satisfaction and jumped at him ready to punch him again, but he was quick and moved away, letting me hit the wall. I held my wrist in anger then dodged his punch, lifting up my leg and kicking him into the stomach hard enough to disturb his defending position and hold his stomach after letting out a pain cry. Song for my ears. I didn't waste the opportunity so I punched his chin then moved swiftly behind him and threw him violently on the ground with a hard push on his back.

     Italy was looking at the scene in horror and pain in his eyes, but he knew what he had to do, which was not intervening. He turned his back on us and made Romania lean against a wall while giving him a bit of water from the bottle on the desk, telling him everything it's fine.
     While I was looking at them, I lost my attention and France grabbed me by the leg then draggeed me on a side, making me trip and fall, but I held onto the desk, not managing to fall, instead getting a few scratches on my hips from the corners of the table. He got up and punched my collarbone then face. I felt the adrenaline between us and the serious fight that was happening. It is true that he was hard to defeat, and almost impossible, but one thing I learnt in the underworld, was to play dirty to win. I remembered about the knife I always used to keep under the table's large supporting drawers. I tried to reach for it but France was already a step ahead and punched my face again, the pain making me groan and step back.
     "Give him back! Let Germany return to his body! What have you done with him?!" He took a deep breath after the sentence and a short break from the fight, waiting for an answer. I didn't want to give one, so I kicked him as hard as I could again in the stomach. He cried in pain and fell on his knees hodling his stomach, coughing out blood. I was catching my breath while crouching down and getting the knife out. My bad luck was that Italy looked in that moment at us due to France's pain cry. Within a second I felt him pushining me harshly to the wall and putting his hands around my neck, hodling it tightly. I couldn't breathe anymore, he was choking me. I was trying to punch him away but I couldn't make any more movement than trembling my hands and legs, hardly moving them to his hands to take them off my throat instinctively. My hand let go of the knife and it fell on the ground. I won't give up, not again. I gained all my left energy and spitted directly into his eyes then pushed him away. This wasn't his fight.
     I quickly got up, coughing and catching my breath. My vision was blurry so I couldn't see good enough, or more than France standing right in front of me. I didn't hesitate and jumped at him, but then I felt a sharp breath cutting pain in my chest. The pain was familiar. A stab. The anger took so much control over my mind, that I forgot what true power is, and to look at the details.

     His face was shocked, like even he did not expect it. Italy didn't have a different reaction. Because of my blurry vision, I didn't observe he was holding the knife I dropped, so when I jumped at him, it stabbed through my chest, almost getting out the other way. I vomited blood, and gasped for air exhausted. This couldn't be true. My plan failed, everything I did was nonsense. All the damage I've caused was for nothing. I started feeling dizzy while France pulled the bloody knife out and held me into his arms. I looked at him, and said the only words that came into my mind:
     "...Again, mate...why?..." I coughed and remembered one thing before passing out. This wasn't my body. It belonged to the only person I actually cared about, and hurt too without realising.The young man I wanted to help, that belonged to my own bloodline. Some seconds before closing my eyes I said the spell in my mind, then my ears started ringing and everything turned black.