Died Twice Yesterday

Is This The End? 3/4

Killing readers emotions is my favorite pastime. Also, thank you guys so much for the constant support. It's amazing, I don't know what I would do without all of you guys, gals, and non binary pals. (Gender fluid too).
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    (Russia's POV)

   I tried to tackle him down, but sadly I couldn't get enough force into my lunge, so he was able to kicked me back into the place I previously was. Making my wound sting.

    The wound in my stomach was growing, if I had the time I would try to make the tear in my skin lesson, but after all of my attempts to bring America down had failed, he had his own go at attacking. I would just be making myself open to attack.

    He jumped at me, making an intimidating impression. He was fast, freakishly fast. His attacks were swift and thorough, he made sure to attack all my weakest points. Mostly attacking my head and side. Again making the wound grow.

    He hit and kicked with an amount of strength I could probably never best, probably even with years of practice and experience. You could tell that he was fighting with some sort of a passion, like a burning hate was fuling him.

    He was strong, yes, but he eventually tried herself out, and then it was my turn to try to land a hit.

    He blocked almost every single thing I threw at him. I gave it my all but it wasn't enough, he somehow was able to predict my every move. And then eventually I lost stamina. And again, it was his turn to attack.

   (Great Britain's POV)

   Blimey, the children were still at it.  Fighting each other with there little play guns, at one point I saw one lunge themselves at another, knocking both of them to the ground.

     Right now, a few had passed out due to there stamina dropping, and them probably wearing themselves out. I would say there was about ten to fifteen kids on either side.

    the one who I was pretty sure was named Alaska was trying to teach the small, much younger one who I thought was named Hawaii to use a long, fake plastic knife. Then both of them charged at the creepy eyed kids. The plan was mostly successful.

   And then there was Wisconsin, he was throwing what I could only assume was cheese.
He was a weird one to say the least.

    I found it weird yet kinda fascinating that each kid had there own thing, like Illinois was mostly chill, sometimes grumbling something order there breath. But when it was there time to fight he just went badshit crazy. Same thing with New York, they all had things that completely changed them. It was quite entertaining to watch to say the least.

   (Russia's POV)

  As I slowly stopped attacking, he came out of his blocking position, and jumped towards me. He punched me a few times in the stomach, but at that point every part of my body was so numb I couldn't feel it.

     The gash in my side was getting bigger and I knew I almost definitely couldn't win this fight. He was better then me in every way, his strength was unrivalled.

   He was jumping around, trying to gash me again with his small knife. And I was moving in different random patterns to try to avoid his small weapon, narrowly avoiding him, jumping and bending in versus ways in no particular pattern to try throw off America. It didn't work.

   We both were eventually tired out and, at least I was, all most on the brink of collapse. But he was still going, which ment I had too as well.

   On the spur of the moment, he stopped attacking, it looked like a robot who had shut down.

   I cautiously walked over to him, thinking he might of passed out. I was promptly taken out of that mentally as he swiftly brought himself up and charged at me, ripping his knife into my chest.

   Blood slowly seeping out of the huge hole in the middle of my chest, he swiftly ripped the knife out of heart and looked at me. First with no emotion, then with a look of shock and regret. America was probably back to himself.

   I felt my legs give in, and in a flash of light I was on the ground. I guess I would be the first person to answer the age old question of 'what happens if you die in a dream' I thought as I felt myself slowly faded out of existence. Feeling everything. All well looking at the now horrified, frozen in place America.

   Then I woke up.

A/N
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Oh my god, this book is almost over. I cannot believe that. Again, thank you all for the constant support. I also am extremely sorry for not posting this on Wednesday, I completely forgot. Oh yeah, and there is going to be a second book. And maybe even a third OwO?

Word count: 850

Note five: spell check and stupidity