Rough Seas Ahead [America]

[America]

America, taken by surprise, gave a gasp at first, staring fearfully back at Spain. Now it was official- something was really, truly wrong with Spain. America didn't know what it was or how to stop it, but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave the normally happy-go-lucky nation with his own devices. Part of being at the warehouse was being a team. Spain had been there multiple times for America, and America wanted to repay the favor and bring back the old Spain, the usual Spain, the Spain everyone knew.

He wrapped his fingers over Spain's hands, trying to pry them off his shirt collar. "I just said, I'm not following you," the younger one snapped back, narrowing his eyes and replacing that fearful expression with one of determination. "I'm going with you, though. No way in hell am I gonna leave you alone so you can..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Do whatever it is you might do if I leave you alone. Besides, I can take care of myself, thanks."

As if to prove it, he finally got Spain's hands off of him, roughly tossing them aside.

[[x] Spain]

Growling, Anton clenched his fists. "And I just said you're not. I'll be fine. I always have been." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he began walking again, determined to get where he was going (though inwardly pleased with the fearful look he got - a very bad sign).

He rolled his eyes, praying to God that he could just wish the other away so he could be alone. "What I'm doing is going to be alone. It's none of your damn business."

He briskly walked through the warehouse to where he stored his weapons, picking up his ax and making sure it was in pristine condition. Well, as pristine as he could get it after using it for so long. Yes, this would do perfectly. Just what he needed; something raw that he knows he can work with well.

[America]

With a sigh, America watched Spain leave. He waited until he was alone before straightening out his collar, still glaring at the door. "Screw him," the young superpower finally muttered, rolling his eyes. "Acting all big and tough like he can hurt anyone he wants."

He already made up his mind that he wasn't going to let Spain go off by himself. The zombies were more abundant now that it was spring, and America wasn't prepared to let anyone face an entire horde of them alone. Even if Spain was royally pissing him off, America believed that Spain deserved life as much as anyone did.

With that, he huffed and followed Spain downstairs, keeping a good distance behind so that he wasn't noticed (and while his stealth skills weren't as good as the other nations out there, he still considered himself pretty damn sneak). He stopped only to grab his pistol, making as little noise as possible.

[[x] Spain]

Five minutes after walking out of the warehouse to the forest and not that far into his quest for undead opponents to battle did Spain finally hear the cracking of branches and the shuffling of feet that didn't match any known nation in existence.

Or anything living in general.

A dark shadow passed over his being, every drop of normal happiness and cheerfulness completely squeezed out if it wasn't already.

"Bevividos, mi amigos." Welcome, my friends. Bowing towards his opponent like a gentleman, he looked up under heavy lids at the decomposing bodies stumbling towards him. "Perdona mi tardanza. Yo estaba ocupado." Forgive my lateness. I was busy.

Making idle chatter with monsters wasn't something for the sane.

But for the insane, well, you know how that ends.

The flesh peeled off the bones of the zombie as it stumbled closer and closer until it was within range of his axe.

"Muy bien, vamos a empezar. ¿Lo haremos?" Alright, let's start. Shall we? With that mumbled question, he rushed forward, sparing no time with loping off a limb or two. In most battles, for efficency and for simple humane reasons, he would have just sliced the top of their heads off.

Today, however, he wasn't feeling particularly human.

With his unnatural speed, he went behind the beast, letting it take a few confused steps before grinning wickedly and taking off another leg. He kicked the beast down and stomped a booted food through its rib cage, grinning even more at the satisfactory crunch the brittle bones made.

"You had your entire future, didn't you? Too bad~ I'm not in the mood for mercy."

Another crunch was heard as his other foot stamped onto the head, crushing everything underneath and ensuring his victory.

Brains and organs had splattered up his legs, much to his slight disgust. Kicking the inanimate corpse out of his personal arena and into the splotchy darkness around his glade, he wiped some of the skin and guts off his axe with his handkerchief.

"What a shame. I thought they would put up more of a fight."

His voice must have caught the attention of more, as his trained ears heard even more shuffling and hazy eyes or even empty eye sockets entered into view.

"Good, good. So you are all still stupid enough to fight me." He slipped his dirtied cloth into his breast pocket and secured it, setting himself back into position to fight. "Let's go."

[America]

America considered himself lucky that Spain hadn't caught on to the fact that he was in fact being followed. There were trees to keep cover behind, fortunately, and America was light on his feet as they traveled. He only made loud noises once or twice, but it seemed Spain, in his quest to be "alone", didn't hear a thing.

When they stopped for the zombies, America translated Spain's language in his head, blinking back his shock at the oddly formal attitude. He hadn't expected that. He had expected more of a wild rampage when it came to an angry Spain fighting the undead, more of a-

He wasn't let down. Spain suddenly attacked one of the zombies, and it most certainly was brutal. America brought a hand up to his mouth to silence those yelps of shock he was sure would come forth. He hadn't ever seen Spain act like this. Hell, he hadn't seen any nation act like this. Czech Republic came the closest, and even then, she killed the zombies quickly. This wasn't defense from an enemy. This was just sick. All America could see was the poor, innocent civilian that had forcefully become a zombie. He wanted to turn back then, now fully aware of way Spain didn't want him to come.

But when he saw the rest of the zombies, he figured he had already been detected by them. Some were coming from the sides, hands outstretched toward him, rather than Spain. The ones in the front were, luckily, focused on Spain, but America knew they wouldn't keep his attention for long. Especially not since America's only weapon was a pistol, which was sure to make some noise.

Muttering his curses, America cocked the gun and shot the closest zombie he could, heart hammering in his chest at the thoughts of what Spain might do to him after they were finished their fighting.

[[x] Spain]

The satisfying, twisted wet crunch of metal through flesh gave birth to another fang-toothed smile. Oh how Spain just loved the sounds around him. The moans of the monsters, the breaking of bones, the screams as they fell. Everything just gave him an insufferable high.

He hadn't felt this alive in quite a long time. Day to day he had to fake a smile, pretend he wasn't tired, act like everything was okay when it really wasn't. When all he wanted to do was scream, he had to whisper.

But out here, alone in the wilderness, he could let go. He could be as brutal and as vicious as he felt like it and no one could tell him not to.

Such a twisted freedom.

At the very least, he was helping everyone else by getting rid of these bugs, these pests.

"Well, well, well!" He pushed away more corpses, adding the the growing pile that would be burned later. "This is getting interesting~!"

Three or so zombies surrounded him, encompassing the small glade and essentially trapping him from everywhere except from behind. He was so lost in his little realm of pain and misery he didn't even notice the gunshots behind him.

"What fun~!" He giggled (almost a little too loudly). "You all are so active today~!"

His wild green eyes flicked back and forth, like a trapped animal that knew they would be getting out of this. He flung his ax so it'd rest on his shoulder and motioned for them to come closer, mockingly telling them he wouldn't hurt them.

Too much.

[America]

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If America could have rewound time and stopped himself from tagging along, he would have. He'd much rather let Spain cool off by himself than have to witness this crazed, different Spain. First it was Czech, now it was Spain. America was worried that they would all be greatly affected by the time the zombies were completely eradicated, that they all might start going insane.

However, he didn't have much time to dwell on that. Spain was motioning zombies to him, and America himself had two or three to deal with. He glanced at the circle around Spain, and quickly shot one of those in the head before returning attention to his small group. He didn't know just how quick Spain would bring those down, and he wasn't willing to see his friend (if they could call each other friends) collapse under a few of the undead creatures.

Not that America believed he would, of course, especially not at the rate he had already been killing them. It was never a bad thing to take extra precaution, though. Hell, he never believed Spain would be anything other than cheerful, and now look what had happened.

He easily brought down the three zombies he was dealing with, then glanced right back to Spain, wondering if he should make his escape orcheck to see if the elder nation was alright.

[[x] Spain]

Now that got his attention.

"Aw~ And I was just having fun." He pouted like a child who just had their sweets taken away, simply staring down at the zombies that fell. "Why did you have to go so early~? I wasn't done yeeeeet~" He wined, refocusing his attention on some other zombies (though the pout never leaving his face). "Now I'll have to deal with them and they're not half as fun as you were~"

He swung the ax forward with an exasperated sigh, taking out one of the zombies quickly. "You're all the same aren't you? Poor, lost souls who only live off of the flesh of others. You all just stumble around aimlessly looking for food. How dull."

A small grin overcame his face and he could feel the excitement growing again as he realized there were more zombies behind him. "Yet you're all here for the same thing~ To have a little fun, verdad?" As he turned around to meet his new opponents, he saw something that shouldn't be there and his heart stopped, nearly returning him to normal.

Nearly.

"My, my, my. It seems we have a rat among us." He chuckled at his own joke, toying with a few more zombies before they too met their final demise. "How kind of you to join us, America~!" He sang, beaming brilliantly like he didn't have a care in the world and nothing could go wrong. "I was wondering when you would show up~! It took you far too long, honestly. Did you take care of those three in front of me? Why yes, obviously you did." He made a little 'tut' noise and shook his head, sidestepping another monster. "Didn't Inglaterra ever teach you not to play with someone else's toys without asking? It's not very nice~"

[America]

America's eyes grew wide when Spain noticed him, though he didn't run away. Under that gaze, however, under the sinister grin, he wanted to. Oh, dear lord, he just wanted to turn around and run. He had to tell someone what was up with Spain, what he had suddenly turned into. He doubted anyone would ever believe him, but he had to warn the others.

But he reminded himself of his original intentions- he had to snap Spain out of it. Then, and only then, could he inform the others.

Keeping his feet set firmly on the ground, he brought down another zombie and glared over at Spain. "I don't think zombies are our toys, Spain," he growled, sparing a glance to the other nations. "Quit acting like that. Let's just finish these off and go home, okay?"

Maybe if he acted normal, the normalcy would return to Spain himself. Maybe if he acted like nothing was wrong, everything would be alright.

[[x] Spain]

"Spain? Spain[/]?" Antonio laughed under his breath, shaking his head and waving his hand. "Oy vey, that's right~ You've never met me, have you~?"

With an ostentatious bow, he smirked and stood back up. "My dear boy, I'm not the Spain you know. Consider me.. his other, stronger half."

Humming a stanza of some song from ages past, he waltzed over to a few more zombies, dancing around them until finally killing them as well. He gleefully cheered himself and went back to the topic at hand when he was done.

"He doesn't let me out much though. The weak bastard doesn't want 'his precious friends hurt'~" Immaturely, he used air quotes and a higher pitched voice to mock his other half. "Feh, sometimes I wonder how the hell he's managed to keep me locked up for so long. You would think that someone that weak would've have given up a loooooong time ago~"

[America]

America swallowed nervously when all of the zombies seemed to be brought down. Nothing to distract him. Nothing to distract Spain. Or, this weird Spain. America eyed him cautiously lowering his gun, though he kept his finger on the trigger. He didn't want to actually shoot Spain, but, as with Czech, he had no idea what to expect.

One thing was for certain, though- he needed to bring the real Spain back out.

However, he also knew he had to tread lightly. One wrong word could mean pain, lots of pain. Czech had nearly shot him at one point, and she fought with him pretty nicely later on, too. But if he could help Czech completely lock up her other half, maybe he could do the same with Spain's other half.

"I guess him not giving up proves that he's stronger than you give him credit for," America mumbled, his blue eyes narrowed as he hesitantly took a step forward. "But, look, it doesn't matter who's stronger or better or whatever you're competing with him for. Can you just...let the other Spain back out? He's..." There wasn't much America could say without upsetting this Spain. "He's normal."

That was as safe as he was going to get.

[[x] Spain]

After taking out a few more of his toys rather sadistically, Spain turned back to America with a bored, disgusted look on his face. "Why would I do that? He's not normal, he's downright pathetic."

With a shrug, he leaned against a nearby tree, crossing his arms over his chest (though keeping his ax close just in case more arrived). "He's so scared of everyone he knows leaving him that he goes crazy trying to make sure they're all comfortable and happy. Hell, he'd probably whore himself out again just to ensure they'll stay beside him."

This newer Spain spat on the ground, nose crinkling with even more disgust. "He's such a whiny little bitch that he probably would deserve it too. And he'd believe that to be truth just like he did after England and his crew got to him."

[America]

America winced at those words, eyes growing wide upon hearing that. The mention of England, especially, caught his interest. And though he knew he shouldn't encourage the other Spain, he couldn't help it when he spoke before he carefully thought anything through. "What do you mean, 'England and his crew got to him?"

A small part of his mind told him that he didn't want to know. What was in the past was in the past, and there was no use working himself up over something that both England and Spain seemed to have forgiven each other before. Besides, if it had to do with Spain "whoring" himself, and if England was part of that equation, America but couldn't help the curiosity that grew within him.

Of course, with that came a feeling of dread.

[[x] Spain]

A dark, sadistic laughter erupted from his lips as Antonio shook his head is disbelief. He never told them anything?! Wow, he was MUCH weaker than he originally thought! He didn't even have the strength to move on from the past!

In the back of his mind, a small, child-like voice begged him to stop, but he promptly ignored it and drummed his fingers on the tree bark. "It's a loooong, boring story that - heh - I'm sure you don't want to hear~" He playfully chimed, humming with a smirk on the edge of his lips. Of course, that wasn't true at all. He just wanted to see how far he could drag it out. "After all, it's not like he was captured by England at one point after the Inquisition or anything~ Did I mention that's when I was born?"

The little voice grew the more he talked, but was easily whipped back into submission as he dragged up old memories. That was always the easiest way to stay in control.

[America]

He stayed in one place after hearing that. He didn't back up or step forward. No, he stayed where he was and contemplated whether or not to continue prodding. It was in both of their best interests if he brought the normal Spain back out. It would be better for both of them if they didn't continue talking about the past. America knew it was scarred for Spain, and he didn't want to know any secrets that Spain had been meaning to keep a secret.

However, he was always inquisitive about others, and since he had already heard a little bit about all of this, he wanted to hear more.

Mentally berating himself for this already, he asked, "I do want to hear it." He stared steely back at Spain, his jaw set. "What exactly happened between Spain and England?"