The Hetalia Princess Bride: Chapter Four

Author-chan apologies for not having written out the entire duel.  The sta.sh writer thingy would not allow her to submit it, resulting in some German words that shall not be translated.

Norway:  The duel between the man in black and Antonio drew to a close.  Antonio was shocked that he had lost, and mourned that his quest for vengeance must end before it had been completed.


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 Antonio dropped to his knees, defeat written all over his face.  "Kill me quickly." He requested softly.  To his great surprise the man in black shook his head in refusal.

 "I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself!  However, since I cannot have you following me either." He felt Antonio a solid wack upon the back of the neck, knocking the Spaniard unconscious.  He grimaced at the man's unconscious form.  "Please understand, I hold you in the highest respect." his apology might as well have been given to a stone, for Antonio did not reply.  The man in black did not noticed this however, as he had moved to pick up his scabared.  Once he had retrieved the item, he went off in pursuit of Ivan, Matthias, and most importantly, (y/n).

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 Matthias frowned as he saw the black clad, figure running towards them.  "Inconceivable!" he cried in pure outrage.  He turned to where Ivan stood with (y/n) cradled in his arms.  "Give her to me!" he yelled at Ivan.  The giant set the girl down gently.

 "What do I do now?" he asked, his violet eyes filled with child like curiosity.

 "Finish him, finish him your way!" the smaller man was frantic by now, he had never had a plan go down this badly, and he wasn't about to.  Ivan, oblivious to this smiled.

 "Da, my way.  Thank you Matthias." his face then lost some of it's happiness as he realized something.

 "Wait, what is my way?" if Matthias had not been holding on to (y/n)'s boundwrists with both hands, he would have face palmed.

 "Pick up one of those large rocks, hide behind a boulder, and when he comes running around the corner in a few moments, HIT HIM WITH THE ROCK!" he yelled the last bit out of pure frustration, but Ivan did not realize this.  He was to busy picking up one of the large rocks.  He frowned as he stepped behind the boulder.

 "My way is not very sport's men like." He said, truly ashamed of himself.  He was so ashamed, that when the man in black came running around the corner, instead of throwing the rock at the man's head, he threw it so that it just missed him.  The man froze as the Russian giant stepped out from behind the boulder, another big rock in his hand and a childish smile on his face.  "I did not have to miss." He told the man in black, his cheerfulness coming off in a rather creepy manner.

 "I believe you, but what happens now?" he questioned the giant.  Ivan's smile grew wider.

 "We face each other as God intended.  Sportsman like.  No tricks or weapons, just skill against skill, da."

 "You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword and we'll try to kill each other like civilized people?" the man asked, attempting to hide his skepticism.  In response, Ivan raised the rock.

 "I could kill you now." the man in black hastily set down his sword.

 "Frankly I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting." Ivan set down his rock and gave a happy shrug.

 "It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest, I don't even work out, da."  The two stood facing each other for a few seconds, the man in black weighing his options and Ivan with his smile.  The man in black charged at Ivan after these few seconds had passed, only to met rock hard muscles.  He tried charging at him again, but met the same result.  As a last resort, the man in black ran towards the Russian and wrapped his arms around his stomach and attempted to force him to move.  Ivan barely budged a centimeter.

 "Look, are you just toying with me?" he questioned, his voice laced with anger.  Ivan smiled.

 "I just want you to feel you are doing well.  I'd hate for you to die disappointed, da." He attempted to punch the man in black, but the man rolled between his legs avoiding him.  Ivan turned around and attempted to punch the man again.  "Why are you wearing a mask? Did your face get splashed with acid?" he asked, his childish face gleaming with curiosity.  The man in black dodged the punch, and continued to dodge Ivan's punches as he answered his question.

 "Oh it's just that it's terribly comfortable, I think everyone will be wearing them eventually, don't you?" It was just then that the man in black had an idea.  He jumped up onto one of the smaller boulders and onto the giant's back.  The man in black wrapped his arms around the giant's neck and squeezed tightly, successfully cutting off his air supply.  Ivan was struggling to breath, and not enjoying the sensation.

 "I did not think you would give me so much trouble." He wheezed as he attempted to shake off the unwelcome passenger by banging him against a rock.

 "And why is that do you think?" asked the man in black casually.  Ivan groaned with the effort of taking in breath.

 "Well, it's been so long since I have fought just one person.  Mostly I take on more than one for charity or something like that, da."

 "What difference does that make?" asked the man in black.  Ivan was staggering to respond by now, and his movements were getting much slower.

 "Well, you use very different moves," he fell forward a bit at this "when you are fighting one person," his eyes began to close "than when you fight just one, da?" no sooner than the last word left his lips, the giant collapsed to the ground.  The man in black let go of his neck, rolled him over, and put his head to the giant's chest.  Once he was sure he had not killed the man he addressed his sleeping form.

 "I do not envy the head ache you will have when you awake, but for now sleep well, and dream of large women."

 "Well, Miss (y/n) it seems this masked man isn't going to give up on stealing you from my clutches." Matthias was in a foul mood, and if he had been a kinder man, (y/n) probably would have pitted him.  As he was not, however, she simply snorted at him and lavished her pity on poor Antonio and Ivan, whom had seemed to be decent fellows even if they had helped kidnap her.  While she had been thinking thus, Matthias had dragged her over to a rock and pushed her into a sitting position.  He then tied a blind fold over her eyes, and set to work setting up his lunch, all the while keeping a knife at (y/n)'s throat.  She strained to hear Matthias' movements and guess at what he was doing, but was only successful at hearing the challenge she assumed he issued to the mysterious man in black.

 "So, it is down to you, and to me."