Blizzard

Battles in the snow...

Chapter 6: Blizzard

 

She wrapped her arms around herself and she accompained Gilbert to their make-shift tavern. Sure she was undead, but the cold still bothered her. She had left the heavy coat behind, it would only hinder her movements if she needed to fight. And she would. She heard about the Russian guardian, Viktor. She was not going to be taken by surprise by this one.

Abisthine had a bad feeling about the contast blizzard conditions they had been facing the past week. They were stuck in the small village, unable to move because the cars wouldn't last in the cold, but were making the best of the situation.

Once inside, she brushed the snow off her shoulders and hat, glad to be back in the warmth. She was also glad to be able to spend time with Gilbert again. He wasn't as angry as Germany or the Hitlers were about her failure back in England. In fact, she was sure he was trying to make her feel better about the whole situation.

"Over here, Abi!" he said, motioning her to join him at the empty table. She rolled her eyes at the nickname, but joined him anyways, sitting across from him.

They sat and talked for while, longer than they had for quite some time. It was nice to talk to him again. The constant hum of conversation throughout the room had a welcoming feeling, so much calmer than where she was in England. Then again, they weren't worried much. No one was going any where while the storm dragged on.

 

They were quite a distance away from the town, but with a pair of binoculars they could see everything. The storm that Viktor had sent on the town had lasted quite awhile, but it wasn't really doing anything because they weren't going anywhere anymore. Several had frozen to death on their way there, but now with even a few buildings and a couple fires going, they were fine.

"This is boring. Something needs to be done," Ivan said, handing the binoculars to Viktor.

"I know. Nothing is working," Viktor replied. He placed the binoculars back in their case and turned to Russia. "Think its about time we had a face to face meeting with them?"

He nodded. "Da. It is about time." He stood and looked towards the town. He didn't want them to stay there. He wanted them gone.

Viktor stood next to him. "Well...Let's go then."

 

A soldier burst through the door, nearly knocking it off its hinges. He ran straight for Their table. "Pru...Prussia...Its him...He's coming right for us!" he said loudly, panting for air.

His eyes widened in shock. "What?! Who Russia?" he shouted back.

The soldier nodded. "There's someone with him too. We can't tell for certain... but we're guessing he's not human. The storm seems to...get weaker...around them so.."

Abisthine was gone out the door in seconds. That was all she needed to hear. She could hear him calling her name, calling for her to come back. She ignored it and went over to where a large group of people had gathered. They had guns at the the ready, pointed into the storm were two figures could be seen walking towards them.

She hissed under her breath. "Your guns aren't going to be much help," she shouted to them. She knew just by his presence that it was the guardian of Russia coming this way, accompanied by his Nation. Viktor was an ice demon, a very powerful one at that.

She'd have to fight him personally and judging by his stride, that's what he intended on doing.

 

He could see her from that distance. The bright green standing out brightly against the white snow and dark uniforms. He smiled, glad she had come out to them arrive.

"Its almost like a welcoming commitee,da?" Ivan said, laughing lightly.

Viktor just smiled.

 

She entered his mind, only thought of killing her went through his mind. It was the only thing he wanted. He'd been thinking about for a long time. She delved into his abilities.

Controlling snow and snow related weather, she already knew that. He could changed snow to ice with a mere thought, well damn. He could control ice and shape it into whatever he wanted and make the temperature drop significantly.

He also knew she was in his mind and let her learn these things, but he couldn't do the same to her. That, she was glad for.

Coming back to herself, she noticed Gilbert beside her, draping a coat over her shoulders. The worried expression on his face said everything. He'd probably fight with Russia, while fought Viktor. At least he had soldiers to back him up. Their guns would be completely useless against her opponent.

"At least keep warm until they get close enough to attack," he said.

"Viktor's been attacking us the whole time anyways," she replied. "This snow storm...He created it to force us out of here."

"Now they're coming personally because it didn't, right?" he asked, his smirk gone.

"Ja, that's excatly why."

She looked away from Prussia and back at the coming two figures. As they got closer the storm seemed to calm. The jagged whipping snow turned to large flakes that drifted softly down onto them. The calm before the storm once again.

They were clearly visible now, she could hear hte crunch of snow beneath their feet. Shrugging off the heavy coat Gilbert had given her, she pulled out her sword. The long blade glinted against some of the torches they had set up around the perimeter of the town and she walked forward to meet them head on. There was a rapid German spoken behind her, the clinking of metal and the crunch of snow following her. She turned to see Prussia, with his own blade and a gun at his side coming toward her.

"I'm not going to let you fight one against two," he said, now grinning. She smiled too, his cocky personality seemed to make any serious situation a little less serious.

Together they marched forward to meet the enemy. They stopped with a mere fifty feet seperating them. A silence filled the air where only the wind howled and Abishtine clearly heard the beating of their hearts. She noticed the smile creep across Russia's face before he spoke. "You were actually there, I thought you'd hide in Berlin with your brother," he said, almost sing-song like. A chill ran up her spine. He seemed much to happy to be face to face with his enemy. "I will enjoy this very much," he added, brandishing the lead pipe he carried.

Viktor laughed next to him. "I will too," he said, lauching himself toward Abishtine.

She rolled to the side and quickly countered with a kick aimed for his head. She hadn't noticed how tall he was though and merely clipped his chin. Moving into a proper fighting stance, she put her sword in front of her.

Viktor grinned. The snow around her swirled the air around her gettig colder. She was glad that she couldn't get hypothermia, being dead had its upsides. The cold entered her limbs and began to freeze her clothes and fingers in place. She moved before her entire body could freeze and lunged toward the ice demon, her sword level with his chest.

He managed to dodge the lunge but with no weapons to use for a follow through attack or block the slash that closely followed. Blood splashed onto the snow as his fore arm was cut through to the bone, taking his wrist with it.

He shouted out in pain and cradled his injured arm, she took the oppurtinty to see how Gilbert was holding up against Russia. She wished she hadn't. He was lying on his back, to far away for her too see his face. Russia was not far away, twirling the long pipe like a baton. She quickly glanced back to Viktor.

He wasn't smiling anymore. He grimance and glare were sent directly on her. Abisthine felt the temperature drop once more, a much bigger drop. It became white out conditions in seconds. She growled loudly as she lost sight of him and the two Countries. She could only hear the wind whipping both the sharp snow and her hair into ther face. This wasn't going to end well.

Keeping the sword up she ran in the general direction she last saw Gilbert. Her priority was her country and she wasn't going to sit back as he was beaten to death. Her run didn't last long she slipped on ice and was sent skidding to halt in a drift not far away. She stood quickly, disoriented by all the white. Not knowing which way to go, she stayed where she was, turning occasionally to keep her body from freezing, which her legs and arms had already begun to do so. She felt the ice creep onto her cheeks, coming close to her eyes. She couldn't let those freeze shut.

She hissed, wondering whether she could track find Viktor with her mind probing abilities. But before she could try, something from behind her knocked her over. Without thinking she immediatly struck out with her sword.

It connected with something solidly. Throwing her weight behind the blade, Abishtine drove it forward. It knocked whoever it had hit over and she jumped on top of them. Viktor lay beneath her. He used his uninjured claw to stab at her stomach. She gasped in pain and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She took her sword out of his side and struck him in the face.

The storm calmed.

She stood shakily, placing a hand on her wounded stomach. She grimaced. The wound was near another that she had recieved in a much earlier battle, but not nearly as bad considering the circumstances. She heard shouts and looking up, away from the gash, she noticed her soldiers rushing to help her. She shook her head, remembering what Gilber had looked like before she had lost sight of him. He needed the medical help much more than she did. Once more, another point for being the undead.

She looked around Prussia. Besides the bleeding and lifeless body of Viktor and the soldiers, there was no one in the snow covered field. Ludwig was going to kill her for losing his brother. She stumbled forward in the snow, trying to see if maybe he'd gotten buried in that last white-out part of the fight, without success. The pain of her injury was beginning to get to her, the cold making sting worse.

Abisthine stopped, knowing it was useless to look for him. She could think of only a few thing that could've happened. The worst was that Gilbert was dead and the second worse was that Russia had kidnapped him. Though, the idea of Gilbert being dead began to seem like a better idea than having him helpless at the hands of another Nation.

 

"Ludwig, bitte! Beruhigen Sie sich," Austria said, gesturing to the couch. He had been pacing the room since Abisthine returned, without his brother. Zuriel stood to the side of the room watching the anxious Germany.

"She's failed us again. Failed me this time....Before she left, I asked her to watch him closely," the larger Nation shouted. "I told her that he'd get himself into trouble. And what happened?!" He stopped, running a hand through his hair.

"Its not her fault," Zuriel whispered, a little louder than he had anticipated.

"What? How could it not be?!" he shouted back.

The angel shifted uncomfortably, he hadn't expected him to hear that. "Its not her fault," he repeated. "And anyways, she defeated the Russian guardian anyways...It could take weeks or months before they find out who the next one is. Same with the guardian of France."

"That's not the point though, Zuriel," Austria interuppted. "Its the fact that one of us, a Country, well in this case an Ex-Country, but either way, he's gone missing...While in our opponents lands."

Zuriel frowned, he had just returned from their ever receeding western front. It wasn't hard for people to go missing in action. He had nearly lost Carmine more than once. And that was while he was leaving anyways because Italy had pulled themselves from the war. He crossed his arms and kept against the wall, saying nothing.

They could do nothing but wait.

Author's Note

I don't have even half as many words right now as I need for NaNoWriMo!
Oh well.