Hetalian Protectors

Weapon of Memories

Draping them over her, I bent over and kissed her forehead, not realizing what I was doing until it was done. My face flushed. What....was that?! I stumbled backwards and landed on the wall. I tried to steady my breathing by looking around. She had two book shelves and a desk with a lamp on the left half of the room, while the other side had what I assumed to be a closet and a chest of drawers. The one thing that did catch my eye was a flag that hung above her bed.

It looked almost exactly like mine, except with a dragon instead of a bird. There were three stripes. the middle one being the largest of the three. The dragon was red with a red star in its chest, the two outside stripes were white and the background behind the dragon was black. It was quite beautiful. Just like her... I stopped my thought process there, my face going an even darker shade of red.

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Prussia's POV: Arwen was gone.

Well that was a little dramatic. She had only left to see her boss, reminding us not to leave her property and that there was plenty of food in the kitchen if she didn't come home till late. A very normal situation for a country. That's not why this was a good thing though.

I was happy because it was a perfect opportunity to snoop around. It wasn't like Austria was going to stop me. Though I'd have to watch out for Hungary. That frying pan of her's hurts.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked around from my spot on the couch. The door to the backyard was open, Greece's sleeping form blocking the way. Austria and Hungary were in our room, doing god knows what, and Turkey was upstairs in the library. I wasn't quite sure where Netherlands and Belgium were but I assumed they were together, considering they never left each others sides.

Looks like Turkey is going to be my main issue.

Getting up I jogged over to the stairs, taking them two at a time as quietly as possible. Keeping up appearances I slowed down, peeking into the library to make sure I wasn't going to get caught. That could cause a lot of problems.

I wasn't the only one that wanted to know more about Arwen. Hell, I wanted to know about all of them. What the process that turned them into countries was. How TLPC grew without us knowing anything about it? How did Kyoko develop magic? Why did Arwen seem so familiar? There were so many things I craved to ask.

However Arwen wasn't budging on any of the subjects, claiming that they would tell us later on after the danger had passed. I couldn't see how TLPC was such a threat to us. It wasn't like we could die. Well... technically "couldn't die" was a small lie. We can disappear, which is pretty much the same thing for us. It hasn't happened in a while though.

I shook my head, clearing the past from my mind. Can't be thinking that now...The musty smell of books hit my senses hard as I refocused. Searching the multiple shelves I finally spotted the masked man near the back of the room. He was flipping through a red covered book, the pages making little whooshes as they turned.

I swiftly leaped across the open space, vanishing from view on the other side of the door. I sneaked another look behind me, watching as Turkey rolled another page to get to the next one. I breathed a silent huff of relief. Then a very annoyed and very loud PEEP echoed around the hall.

I jumped, nearly falling over at the familiar sound. Gilbird?! I spun my head only to have the yellow bird fly directly into my face. I coughed on feathers as I gently pulled him away from my mouth and ducked behind the corner. I held the ball of feathers out in front of my face, it eyes glaring into mine. "I'm sorry! I won't leave you behind ever again! Forgive me?"

Gilbird turned away and flew towards Arwen's bedroom door, landing of the door knob. I smirked, Gilbird wanted to know about Arwen too. Just as much as I did.

I swung open the door and stepped inside, closing it without a sound. The room was just like it was the last time I had seen it. Arwen's flag hung above her bed and several drawings littered the floor, mostly piled up in the right corner of the room. Her desk was piled high with stacks of books and paper. The bed was the neatest thing in the entire room, carefully made and tucked correctly.

Might as well get started... I moved to her desk, grabbing the first book I saw. World Economics and Politics. Obviously a riveting read. Not. Tossing it onto the bed I looked through the rest of the papers, seeing only documents about the conditions of the environment and wildlife, the next political election, and other such things.

Minutes later I started putting everything back where I had found it, not wanting that to give me away later. When I finished I let my gaze wander, finding the bed. The underside of it actually. I decided to take a look. Why not?

Getting down on my hands and knees I moved my hand around on the floor, feeling nothing. Changing hands, I felt along the wooden beams holding up the bed. My fingers brushed something smooth. What's this? I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled it out carefully, gasping when it came into sight.

It was the hilt of a sword, golden with silvery edges. Lines twisted across its surface, creating an intricate design along its surface. A small chunk of the blade remained, sliver shining in the small light of the sun coming through the window.

I know this sword.

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Arwen's POV: A feeling of unease fell over me, distracting me from my meeting. Voices turned into distant noises as my heart started beating faster. A thought was tickling the back of my mind, making me reach out for it. Stomach churning, I tried to figure out what was happening.

Realization sent me to my feet and running out of the door, my boss' voice following my retreating form. Yanking open the bathroom door I slid in, locking it behind me. I closed my eyes and focused.
"Kyoko! I need you to teleport me home! Now!"

Another voice answered the frantic one in my head, concern evident. "Arwen? What's going on?"

Recognizing her voice I pushed on, not explaining, "Please just hurry!" As those words passed through my head I was already being swallowed by green mist.

Seconds later I arrived in my Living-room, running up the stairs and slamming open my bedroom door. I came face to face with Gilbert, his body twisting around to hide something behind his back as his red eyes found my hazel ones. By his position in the room I knew what he'd found. Panic pulsed through me.

"What are you doing in my room?" My voice shook slightly and I cursed myself mentally.

He said nothing for a moment then, "I... just vanted to look around."

"My room?" I heard the disbelief in my voice, as clear as day.

He mearly nodded, standing up from the floor. I held out my hand, "Give me the hilt." His eyes widened and there was a pause befor e he slowly handed it over. I clutched it tightly in my fist.

"Vhy... do jou have that?" His question made my heart hurt. His voice cracked, eyes brimming with tears.

I looked away, "My mentor made me this sword. I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think jou do know. Now tell me." He took a step closer to me but I didn't back down, getting closer myself.

Taking a deep breath I looked into his eyes, "I don't. I broke this sword in a fight with TLPC while the girls and I were escaping one time. I don't know what you're thinking but this is my sword."

He stared at me hard, daring me to change my story. When I said nothing his gaze softened and he bowed his head. "Of course. You couldn't have... what I was comparing it to." A pang ran through my chest as he tried to smile.

"Sorry for going through your room. I shouldn't have done that without your permission." He walked past me and I heard him whisper something that made a tear make its way down my cheak.

"I know you aren't her..."

The door shut softly behind him, leaving me alone with my silent tears.