Fight for a Chance

Chapter Seven (Un-edited)

Alfred, was found in his bloody condition in the morning by his brother.

When, Canada saw him he screamed like a banshee at the sight. He started crying falling to his knees shaking and rocking back and forth.

Canada, felt gentle hands pull him away and hug him.

"Don't cry Matthew, Alfred, vouldn't vant zhat." Canada heard a heavily accented voice say.

Canada, just kept crying with the Prussian, hugging him.

Gilbert, pitied him remembering the time he had thought Holy Rome died. He, of course was not he was re-personified as Germany. But, still Prussia knew what it was like. No, one who knew told Italy and Gilbert, felt guilty a lot because of that.

Gilbert was crying before he knew it. He had lost a friend to some heartless person.
'Why would, anyone want to do this?'

Time, flew and before they knew it there was a crying, individual on the grown; it was Allen.

Allen, felt immense sadness. Remembering, the previous events of the night before.

"I-I s-shoulda just let the porkchop in... Now because, of me he's dead. Whoever tha hell did this is gonna pay immensely!" Allen, gritted his teeth in anger thinking of his bat.

Second players care a lot about, their first players believe it or not. They would never harm them they care too much.

At the end of the day all personified nations we're on guard and ready to defend.

Yet, someone from the shadows watched it with a condescending smirk on their face.

"Great, now we have more players!"