Searching, A Hetalia Fan Fic

Traitor

Mari's POV

All my friends were bound and forced to there knees.

All but one.

Yet, I didn't register that. My mind whirled miles a minute.

Emotions I had no idea I had were surfacing.

My dad.

Dead.

I felt a little stronger, a little bit, well, for lack of better words, bigger. I guess that's what happens when you become of country...

I turned to see America looking at me with the most defeated expression. His eyes flicked between myself and Arthur. I turned to look at the British nation. He was not tied, rather, he was up in Oliver's face.

"No one was supposed to die!", he seethed.

Oliver put his hand upon Arthur's shoulder.

"It had to happen, so sorry, brother. I picked the one that would mean the least to you, be thankful for that. No one will care for him. No one will remember him!", the 2p said happily.

I growled, at him.

I wanted to-

And then I felt it.

A darkness surfacing.

My eyes flashed green.

Oliver clapped like a happy child.

I pushed the 2p back back.

France fought free of the gag, and kicked his captor away.

"Angleterre! You filthy traitor!", he spat.

Allan raised his gun and shot France in the shoulder. He fell to the ground, clutching the wound.

Oliver gave him a look. Allan shrugged.

And then it dawned upon me.

My mind caught up with reality

Arthur Kirkland was a traitor.

Probably saw this coming...

I made it a bit obvious.

But...

It gets worse.

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