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"I trusted you, Norge. How could you betray the awesome me?" He said dramatically.
Norway said nothing, he already knew his life rested on a sword's edge. Sweden was already bound, several guards in a heap beside him. He put up quite a fight. The number of guards around him had been doubled.
Norway lay in pain, sprawled across the floor, too weak to get up. Prussia kneeled next to his body, smirking. "Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" He whispered, stroking his hair tauntingly. Gilbert's hands ran over Norway's hair clip, and electricity shot from it weakly, giving him a small shock.
Prussia laughed, taking his hand away, instead focusing on Norway's deep violet eyes. He stood up, his eyes never leaving the Norwegian's body, and he started to pull Norway up violently, resulting in a racked cough from the Norwegian man.
He started to wrap chains around Lukas' neck and hands, until Sweden growled.
Norway took one look at his brother's angry and desperate face, and all hell broke loose.
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Wind sifted throughout the room, rustling ominously.
He stood up, all strength back now, and kicked the Prussian in his leg, earning an,"OW!" from him.
Sweden's chains unraveled by their own, and ducking the fist coming at him, he sprinted across the room to grab his weapons.
Troll sweeped 3 soldiers into the columns surrounding the room with a sickening *crunch*, and bellowed so loud that some of the soldiers died right on the spot.
Norway succeeded in bending the moon dust to his will, and they whirled around Prussia eagerly. While he recited a rather long shield spell from his spellbook, a javelin soared towards him. Only his turn to the side prevented his fate of death. It hit his right arm instead, and he screamed in agony, faltering. A few of the soldiers, seeing him already wounded, ran towards Sweden, who was almost to his bow. Sensing rushing wind behind him, he ducked and rolled.
Just in time.
A heavy leaden arrow quivered on the wall, right where Sweden was standing a heartbeat before.
In return, Sweden strung his bow and shot back, the man crumpling to the ground, a bloodied arrow buried in his chest.
Pushing anyone who got in his way, he headed towards Norway, who was wheezing painfully.
He splashed one of Norway's potions, labeled," Short Ice Shield. Only Lasts 30 Seconds." on the ground, and instantly a wall of unbreakable ice formed around the pair. The loud banging of the men could be heard outside.
He worked quickly, knowing Norway could die any moment. Muttering under his breath pleadingly," Please don't die, Norge. What would I do without you!? Don't die. Don't die. Don't die. Don't die."
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The ice wall crumbled around them.
Norway still was unconscious.
The enemies started to move in.
Norway, by some miracle, woke up and yelled at the men groggily.
"BEVISSTLØS, DJEVELFULLT*!!"
For a moment, nothing happened. Then all the men fell down, not dead, but unconscious.
It was all so absurdly weird that Sweden laughed in surprise.
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