Before you start moaning, yes, this involves Canon characters been shipped with OC's. Problem? If so, fuck off. I don't see why you can't enjoy this because your that pissed that either I'm not paying attention to Yaoi pairings or characters are 'Mary-Sues' because they are been shipped with canon characters. I'm sure lost of us did it at one point, and didn't have the guts to tell anyone. Hate if you like, or say your name instead of 'Catherine' of 'Amber' or 'Elsa' or 'Cleo' or 'Anastasia', OK?
I look up slightly at my farther as I recall the past few months as they reel through my mind like film on a camera, and I force my green-blue eyes to stay dry as I return his hard icy gaze, and I fight against my broad shoulders shaking as I contain my emotions, trying to forget.
Forget what I cannot forget.
Forget my mother's death.
Third Person POV:
The harsh wind and rain whipped through Amber's brunette hair, which was braided behind her as she began to fight against the whipping gale, hazel eyes searching for her daughter Cleo, searching for those familiar eyes, blue at the pupil, fading to a bright emerald green. Ireland screamed Cleo's name for what seemed like the thousandth time, and she felt a peculiar warmth against the water on her bloody, mud-smeared cheeks, and she shook her head. No, Ireland, you can't cry...She needs you...You have to protect her...Ireland was pressing forward in the slippery mud, two pistols clenched in her freezing hands. She knew that Cleo was 16; she could care for herself, and her farther was probably with her, but her motherly instinct forced her to keep going against her body's feeble desires to collapse into the wet ground and curl into comatose, forgetting the horror that was shrouded over her. The woman couldn't give in now, not in this battle, not now that her daughter had insisted on fighting, and her farther had stubbornly complied to her, and Ireland was forced out of the question.
"Damn you, Germany" she hissed through clenched teeth as she trailed back to the noises and screams that had now become apparent over the horrific wind and rain plummeting from the dark grey, thick clouds above her head, eliminating the sparks of hope that faint light gave the country. Ireland turned to a particularly brutal clash between Wales and Scotland. Not again! They had a daughter, for the love of god! But that was their fault; Ally versus Axis, then a relationship, then a child...No, poor Anastasia must have been so very confused at all this; the poor dear was only 13, and had been pushed away to her grandma's home whilst her mother and farther fought to their bloody deaths. Wales was screaming, brunette hair flying around her in a frenzy as she slipped under Scotland's outstretched right arm, and kicked him hard in the chest soon after, knocking him back. The girl's tank top was ripped from her recent battles, the dog tag around her slim neck having no glint in the lack of light.
"Catherine! To your left!" I scream, and she manages to catch a glimpse of me as she whips round, "Amber?-Gah!" she cries out as America shoves her back into the dirt, and kicks her back hard, and Wales forces herself to roll sideways, a faint choke escaping her lips. She manages to dodge a hard stamp of America's foot, clearly intended for her stomach. I take my pistols, and shoot at America, missing his neck by about an inch. "Damn you, Ireland!" I scold myself as America looks up, and sort of snarls at me as he turns on me now, and I set off running, desperate to locate Germany and Cleo before I'm caught. It's inevitable; I'll be caught, but I'll be able to tell them that I love them. I'm giving up, I can feel it now...I knew this would be brutal, but this is ridiculous...
Finally, I recognise the long brunette hair of Cleo, blonde streaks hardly apparent in the darkness of the battle, and I scream as loud as I can for her, waving my arms frantically. The girl punches someone hard, and turns, sprinting to me, faint cries of my name reaching me as she closes the distance between us. She throws her arms around my neck, and I hold her tightly, "It's alright...I'm ok..." I convince her, attempting to soothe her as she shakes in my arms.
"I thought you were dead..."
"No, no, I'm not dead Cleo...I'm ok, I promise" I reply, before remembering America as Cleo seems to brace herself, shoulders tense. I place a hand on one of her shaking arms, holding her behind me as I hold my pistol close to my face, and turn slowly, eyes lowered threateningly as my hazel eyes drift over Alfred, who has raised a rifle up to his face, glairing at me.
I recognise an accent from behind me; a deep voice I know so well; that of my first and only love.
"Cleo!" Germany yells at her, and I feel Cleo's grip on my left hand tighten as she turns to her farther, and holds back a sob.
"Get back! Get over here, now!" He roars at her, and Cleo shakes her head feebly, holding onto me for dear life.
"Cleo, honey, listen to him" I say softly, glancing back at her, and she only shakes her head again, her eyes full of tears as she refuses to leave my side, even this close to death.
It warms my heart.
I shake my head, "Dear, you have to listen to your farther, like you always have...Now is the time to leave me"
"No! No! I won't!!" she screams in objection, "You never left me!"
"I know, and I'm not leaving you now...But for me to do that, you have to let go" I force out the comment, my burning throat fighting my sobs and tears, and I push her hands off mine gently, and she turns around, gaze falling on her farther, who gives a wave of his arms before shooting someone absent-mindedly. Cleo hugs me tightly, and runs away next to Germany, her fists clenched, and she runs at someone, throwing punches, her rifle forgotten in the grass from when she ran to me before. Germany looks at me, and I nod, turning back to a waiting America, who places his finger on the trigger, and stares hard at me as I raise my pistols, my fingers already on the triggers, and I brace myself as we wait for each other, just waiting to shoot the other in vain attempts for our lives.
From behind me, I hear metal clash together, but I can't risk a glance at the sudden action, until Cleo races behind me, a revolver in her hands, her shoulder's shaking under her wet uniform, and I can practically hear Germany sighing and cursing from all the way behind us, and Cleo snarls at America, "Get away from my mother, you useless bastard!" she screams, pulling the trigger just like that. "Cleo NO!" I scream, before I pull both triggers on my pistols in a burst of panic, and I feel something rush into my stomach and I cough as I'm thrown back by the gentle, yet agonising force of what I diagnose as a bullet, and I stumble back, my vision blurred, and I hear petrified screams as I stumble back into the dirt, slowly losing my grip on life. I can just about make out America, holding his shoulder, his fingers dripping with crimson blood. I glance down at my chest now, and remove my hand slowly, shaking as I see my own blood dripping from my fingers, and I hear loud steps beside me, and a thud as Cleo collapses beside me, and I look over at her feebly, only to see her in as much agony as I am, only emotionally.
I hear her yelling farther, screaming for her other parent like he can stop what is happening, when I'm already slipping away from life like sand through spread fingers, and I choke feebly, "Cleo...Cleo calm down..." I force out as I make out the shapes of Germany beside her, and he looks down at me, expression in a twist of pain, rage and panic. I reach out a hand, and he takes it as I smile sadly, and stroke Cleo's wet cheeks as I lay there, "Shhh...Calm down...I knew it would happen, your ok, that's what matters.." I breath, and I watch her shake her head, "That should be me!" she objects, and I shake my head, "No, no Cleo; you have a life to live. You can both live without me, I know you can...I love you both, you know that...Cleo, don't you ever change, ok? Be exactly what your heart tells you to be, ok?". Cleo nods between her convulsing sobs, and I turn to Germany, "And you...Never give up on anything, Luddy, but please...Know and accept when your beaten...No matter what, your strong and brave to us, and you don't have to lose everything to prove that" I tell him, and I don't gain a response from him.
"I love you" I hear Cleo choke, and I give a small smile,
"I love you too. Both of you, I always will".
The last thing I hear as the words escape my mouth, and the world goes black, is "I love you, too. I always have"...In that treasured accent that I hoped to hear, and then I fade away, my hands falling from the warmth of my family, and the strings of my life finally cut.
I feel myself shaking uncontrollably as my mother chokes out her final words, and I can feel her hand go limp as it falls from my cheek to my own grasp, and I cover my mouth, sobbing and crying as I feel bile raising in my clenched throat. My farther takes a breath as her other hand falls limp in his, and he places it across her chest gently, his teeth gritted in obvious rage and sadness, the first more apparent as he fights his emotions, as usual. I look over at him as he places a bloodied hand on my shoulder, and I lean closer to him, resting my cheek on his broad shoulders as I cry pitifully, and his arms close around me, and I just lay there, as limp and lifeless as my mother's body.
I'm exchanging the same glare with my farther, as he places his hands firmly on my shoulders, and I stand taller, reaching the height of about 6 feet, still a bit shorter than him, but with the same pride and dignity, something I thought I was stripped of in the most recent battle. The cuts and grazes on my shoulders sting as he holds me still, and he finally breaks apart the silence;
"Vhat have I taught you?" he asks, accent apparent.
"I have no emotion; I have no limit"
"I am not a machine; I am simply made to obey"
"Und?" he asks in his native language, and I harden my gaze, brows and eyes lowered, mouth curled down at the edges as I repeat my motto, quoting my farther, not realising what he has shaped me into, how he is corrupting me...
"Emotion is futile" I begin, and take a silent breath before repeating the last part of my motto;
"I know no weakness"