Ivan's Theory (Rugrat's theory: Kaito)
A chuckled escaped his lips as they twisted and bent into a smile. His hand clenched onto the empty area where his heart used to rest. Even though he remembered the cold metal connecting with the other countries head, their eyes turning cloudy and skin going pale even blood erupting past their lips, those said countries were still talking to him.
Even those he had buried long into the dirt of his backyard still walked with him and talked, keeping him company. They're bodies didn't look broken, nor dead, they just all simply looked...
Alive.
As if nothing had ever happened to them. This world he saw, the one of those people, was simply beautiful within his eyes. Even as the mortals all around him thought he was deeply trapped within his own twisted insanity.
Everyone who got close to this deeply trapped man either died from his blood stained leather hand, or from his cold country when they tried to run away. The only time they tried to run away is when they would stumble upon a new grave. Fearing that it was theirs, they would turn, stay far away from him as they possibly could, and run without thinking.
They all linked him with death and death was simply happy with being this giant's right hand man. It was the man who wasn't content with this idea. All he really wanted was someone who wouldn't run away, die, or resist his affection, but that's what they all did.
Strange to think that it all started, that one day, when he fought the Prussian amongst the ice. After he had struggled upon pulling the small albino up and away from the cold death of drowning, he felt anger fill him. His small pudgy hands went onto the strange boys neck as he applied pressure, starting to choke him.
Instead of letting him go, like everyone believe he had, his eyes watched as the throat collapsed, pushing the air out of the other boys lungs and his eyes turning cloudy. Then, and only then, did he let go. A smirk appeared on the little boys mouth as he wrapped his arms around the other, picking him up to bury him.
Only for more to follow. His sister's were next, both affected by the same thing, but somehow they died differently. They both gained an extreme overdose of chemical radiation when the Chernobyl power plant broke, releasing its chemicals onto them.
Ukraine died from ingesting the terrible radiation, destroying her insides and making her cough up blood. Belarus died when some of the chemical stained her eyes, the irritation causing her to grind it further and further into the organs till there was nothing left but udder darkness. Ahole into her brain was made and she died with multiple cranial problems.
And it was all because of him.
After this incident is when he started to see them, his sisters and the little Prussian. They would be when he was either sad or lonely, and they would talk. Smiles would appear upon their faces now and then, but soon, the Russian grew bored with his group and wanted a few new faces.
That was when he saw the three little countries out in the cold.
Everybody's Fool (Knight Arthur)
He straightened his back as the trumpets announced the presence of their beloved king. The sworn man multiple knights were told to protect with their lives, as well as their words. The man that suspected normal men, like who Arthur was, to bend to him even though he has twisted his words and painted them in lies to prevent him from looking soiled.
To prevent himself from showing his true evil self.
The young man pushed his pressure more upon the handle of his beloved sword, turning the item more into a shovel than a weapon as it went further into the ground. He felt anger filling his body as his green eyes watched as their beloved 'King' come striding upon a mighty, beautiful white steed.
Oh how he despised the man for taking the throne away from his father, poisoning him and then twisting his words. Being his father's right hand man, though, everyone believed him, blindly accusing him of only speaking the truth. He told them that the king granted him the crown, and casted his own son aside to be what he truly was, garbage.
That is how they got to where they were now. The king, stealing from others to be the highest being, while Arthur had to start as a poor street boy and work to change his status to a Knight. Arthur barely knew his father but, in the hazed glimpses he had, he was shown that he was more prized to his father than garbage.
The blond bowed his helmet covered head as the hoof beats reached upon his area, a cold icy gaze could be felt examining his every move. As if the man upon that creature expected him to strike when the man was close.
As if he expected Arthur to seek revenge.
But this English man wasn't nearly as foolish as all of the other enemies the king had built up. Oh no, he was much smarter. He was trained to be one step in front of anyone he came across, and the king would be no exception. Arthur's green eyes watched as the king left, his brain racking for all the information about that mortal as he could.
He used to be a well trained fighter, there was no doubt about that, but after years and years of sitting upon the thrown and the multiple feasts, he kind of lost that title. He knew a slight bit of magic, which more than likely has protected him so far. Poison and weapon wouldn't be an option, as the king would use a protection spell to keep himself safe.
But it was probably a weak one at that.
A smirk found it's way across the English man's face as the people around him started flowing inside. The green in his eyes grew and shone as a few words muttered past his lips. His right hand released from the other to fix his helmet while his left griped the handle of his sword. With a simple grunt, he released the weapon from it's earthen trap as he felt the spell upon the king disappear.
Tonight, he'd get back what was rightfully his.
Found a baby 1: Germany
No one would ever believe that he was the first one to be morphed down into such the vulnerable form. Either of his friends or the whole Allies but the German representative himself, it just didn't seem possible.
Yet, there he was, his bright light blue eyes staring up at his 'little' sister and filled to the brim with tears as he muttered a soft "Mama." This small word alone drove the slightly stricter woman to tears as she walked over to him and picked him up off of the cold hard wood floor. Somehow, the magic gave him a black shirt, diaper and a pair of white socks.
"You silly little boy," she cooed, gently eskimo kissing him, causing the little German to giggle, "I'm not your mama, I'm your sister." She giggled slightly as she watch confusion paint across the small one's face.
"Sistew," he repeated, as if to get used to the word, "G-Geneva." The woman couldn't help but gasp as her name erupted from Ludwig's mouth.
"Y-yeah," she said with a wide smile, "Geneva, that's my name." The little man's mouth smiled widely as he cuddled in close to her, only to stop a bit later with a yawn. Geneva felt her heart warm up as she gently placed a rough hand against his smoothed back blonde hair.
She had always wished she could be an elder sister, she just wasn't really expecting the little sibling for her to have would be her elder brother. Just as she was about to wish that this moment could last forever, the door burst open and an angered representation of Sicily stormed in.
"What's the matter," asked Geneva, a bit oblivious to the issue and the baby in her hands. As soon as his bright blue eyes saw the angered woman, Ludwig started squirming and reaching towards her.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?!" the Italian woman retorted, making herself sound angrier, "Your brother skipped out on a planned date, that's wh-" she froze when she finally saw the little body, who's hands were still reaching out for her, "Who's this?"
"Um," Geneva racked her brain for a chance to make up a lie...She saw none. She sighed before looking up at the woman. "This," she said shifting him slightly before holding him out to her, "Is Germany."
Confusion painted the other woman's face as she took the baby slightly and held him close. Ludwig didn't like it when she didn't look at him, so he took one of his little hands and turned her face to his, letting their eyes meet before he leaned in and pecked her cheek before falling asleep upon her shoulder.
Let's just say, Geneva needed to take her brother from the woman's grip before she fell.
Found a baby 2 & 3: Vladimir and Ivan
I just couldn't believe it, not even a week with being inside my house and both Oliver and Arthur had a backfired spell. Arthur's somehow landed on Ivan while Oliver's found Vladimir. As if having first players and second players in my house was enough.
Now, were dealing with babies.
I sighed as I picked the dark brown haired, blood red eyed boy, his normal glaring face was replaced with a curious wide face of a child's. His shirt was much to big for him, so, it was decided, that I was going to use one of my little brother's shirts to keep him a bit covered.
I slowly walk down the steps, a soft chuckle escaping the little boys mouth every time he'd bounce from impact. I couldn't help but smile as I heard him laugh. Just for a greater reaction, I decided to add a bit of bounce when I landed, doing so caused the boy to laugh so hard till he got the hic-ups.
I couldn't help but giggle as my feet hit the ground floor of our 2 story house. The brunet glared at me as I walked slowly into my parents room, which held a good portion of the younger siblings clothing. I softly placed him upon the bed before turning back to the shirt filled closet, my hand tearing through the colorful shirts, trying to find a red or a dark gray to suit this now-toddlers old ways.
I found a shirt around halfway that suited Vlad more than just well. I quickly slipped it past the toddlers head and onto his arms before straightening it, gently fixing his hair when I realize I messed it up. Just then, I heard another body enter the room.
Both the toddler and I turned our heads to see the purple eyed, pale blond twin of the brunet standing there, eyes big and absorbing. I couldn't help but giggle as I saw him clutching a sunflower within his tinny hands. I got up off of the bed and slowly walked over to him, picking him up when I got close enough.
I easily found a bright purple shirt to match with Ivan's big eyes. I did the same routine as I had done with Vladimir after I got the shirt on over him. When I was done babying the both of them, they just turned to each other and started talking. I sighed. Might as well enjoy it now.
For it won't be this way tomorrow.
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