"Then that means you cant go out again." the blonde american said looking at his counterpart seriously. "They've done all the other trails before if they see you after this one they will burn you"Â
"And we can't keep moving around Allen..." the quiet Canadian said looking at him sadly "With the way the news is spreading they will see you and know"Â
The red eyed teen looked down and nodded. "I'll stay out of sight... I'll stay inside"Â
Alfred went over and hugged his counterpart, "When this era's over we'll move again and you won't have to hide... We promise"Â
Allen hugged back closing his eyes burying his face in his shoulder nodding.Â
Matthew walked over and hugged all of them "We'll get through this" he whispered.Â
"What if we don't? I'm the only one that has to run... " he pulled away from them looking at them "Why do /I/ have to run?"Â
"Allen we can't control them yet. Oliver and Arthur can but he's dealing with the trails across the sea" Matt told him looking at his brother sadly.Â
"And Arthur's still recovering from a trail of his own" Alfred said quietly.
Allen looked down and hugged himself "I know..." he looked at his reflection looking away quickly "I hate the way i look..."Â
No one dared to say anything. They knew the other wouldn't believe them so the room was silent for a while.Â
Matt breaks the silence. "Matthew made supper. Lets eat" he took his America's hand in his and pulled him to the kitchen.Â
Matthew and Alfred looked at each other with a sad look and took each others's hand and followed. The night remained uneventful the rest of it. They ate as Alfred told them about his bakery. Matthew and Matt spoke about the day collecting wood. Allen stayed quiet. No one pushing him to talk about his day knowing exactly what he had been through.
The next day came, the three blondes getting up early walking to there work. Allen staying in his room looking down at the people from his window looking at the sky pulling back hiding as more people began showing up. Allen stayed in all day waiting for his brothers in silence. He heard a peep from the window and looked over seeing a chickadee pecking at the window. Allen carefully opened the window keeping out of sight and let the bird in.Â
"Hello little bird" he said quietly as the bird landed in his hands "You're not afraid of my eyes are you?" he whispered more to himself than to the small animal in his hand tearing up slightly. "Lets see what's wrong with your wing" he said looking over the birds wing and wraps it "Just a few days and you can go free." he said as he placed the bird carefully in a basket.Â
Alfred was the first to come home the house filling with the sweet and familiar scent of bread and sweets. "Allen! I'm home!" the blonde set the basket of bread on the table and walked up the stairs to the room Allen was in. He looked in through the open door way and saw Allen sitting on the bed looking at the window "Allen come downstairs I brought bread"Â
"I'll be down soon" he said standing up.Â
Alfred walked downstairs as the two Canadians came home.Â
"We're home" said the two said seeing Alfred coming downstairs.Â
"How is he?" Matt asked
"He is fine. And he would appreciate it if you all can not talk about this behind my back" the red head said standing right behind Alfred.Â
The american grabbed his counterparts hand and led him to the kitchen "We'll stop"Â
The days went by the days turning into weeks. Allen would sit in his room all day looking out of the window staying hidden. The chickadee bird that he had taken care of that day coming to visit. He would feed the small bird and he smiled a bit not feeling so lonely. He would let it out of the room the second his brothers came home. One day as he was letting the bird go he didn't notice a woman spotting him. He closed the window quickly after releasing the bird.Â
That night there was a knock on the door. Allen was taken to the attic shutting the door quickly and quietly as Alfred answered the door. The persecutor forced their way in.Â
"Where is he?" one of them yelling. others began tearing the house apart.Â
Allen listened as they tore the house apart sitting in the attic calmly. He saw that they were coming to the attic and grabbed his rosary closing his eyes saying a small prayer taking the rosary off wrapping it around his wrist keeping the cross grasped into his palm. He didn't jump or flinch when the attic door was opened. He saw them and they saw him looking at his bright red eyes illuminated by the moonlight falling into the room.Â
The three blondes were trying to keep the persecutors back begging and pleading crying. The people went in and grabbed him the ropes they had in hand and tied his arms behind his back a rope around his neck and pushed the three aside dragging him down. All the while the red eyed teen did nothing to struggle as they forced him out of the home he had been trapped in all these months. The three blondes followed as the towns people came out of their homes all carrying torches and throwing things at the teen.Â
The teen was stripped down and forced into rags as they cut away his hair and taken to the execution stage. The blondes were being held back by women trying to convince the three to let it happen. That the three were tricked. That once the other burned they would be free.Â
The red eyed teen was given test the night progressing as they poked at him burned at him everyone chanting to burn the witch. The morning started coming as they forced the teen against the cross tying him down against it. At this point Oliver and Arthur were beside the three blondes trying to reach out for the other.Â
"Allen! Allen!"Â
"Burn him! Burn the Witch!"Â
"Free us from this monstrosity"Â
"Send him to hell!!"Â
"Stop!"Â
"Free them from his curse!"Â
The teen looked at the crowed tied down to the cross as the persecutors began to set the wood around him. The priests were coming out from the chapel four of them nations from the cathedral in Italy. The four recognized the nation before them and shook slightly as they took out their texts and the crosses. The teen looked at the nations before him his eyes blank and accepting of his fate. In his hand he gripped onto the rosary tightly his knuckles white from the force. The nations desperately fighting in the crowd to get to him crying sobbing. The teen looked at the sky as the sun began rising.Â
"Allen Jones you have been accused of witch craft. You have been given trail failing each one. You have been tied to this cross. If there is any trace of humanity then pray with me! Pray with me and be forgiven! So that your soul can be free from the damned!" the higher priest preached at him.Â
The teen looked down at him from his spot from the cross and spat at him saying in his native tongue "Mother Earth and Father time have already forgiven me" the people yelled at him.Â
"Witch!"Â
"He speaks in tongues!"Â
"Burn him!"
"Let him go! Please!" the american yelled being held back.
"Light the fire! His soul is gone!"Â
The priest slapped him and pulled away "He has spoken! He has defied God's wishes to be forgiven." he looked at the executioners who were holding the lit torches.Â
The teen looked at the rosary he held that had begun cutting into his palm and looked at everyone below him. He looked at the rising sun before he looked at the torches and watched his surroundings catch on fire.Â
The teen felt the flames lick at his legs. He looked out at the crowed as the people began to cheer. He felt his skin begin burning and let out a loud scream as he was surrounded completely. He screamed as the crowed cheered watching the accused be punished for his so call crimes. The red eyed teens counterpart fell over screaming in agony as the other screamed being burned. The second player Canadian fell onto his knees soon after the pain from his twin becoming unbearable to watch as he watched helplessly. The quiet Canadian shook frightened seeing the teen screaming watching as the tears began falling down the others face.Â
"Watch! They are being freed!"Â
"The witch's spell is being broken!"Â
Arthur and Oliver watched unable to do nothing as the screams and cries began to get louder.Â
Allen screamed and cried the rosary beginning to heat and sear his skin as the flames grew hotter. His body began burning and he looked at the now smoke covered sky sobbing as he burned. He began to futilely struggle now the pain becoming unbearable. He began yelling begging for god for mother earth for father time to stop the pain.Â
"Your gods will not help you! You will pay for your sins!"Â
"Child of the Devil!"
"Die you witch!"
Allen looked at the sky the tears streaming down his face yelling out a heart broken cry as he burned his body beginning to give out. The Italian nations could only read shaking not daring to look up at the burning nation at the moment tears building up as they read their texts.Â
The teen let out a chocked sob as he looked at the sky the crowds cheers growing louder. The teen's eyes began losing their light as the flames began to consume him. The three north american nations sobbing hugging each other watching helplessly. The rosary fell from his hand landing at the priests feet. The priest looked down at the rosary and knelt down to pick the rosary up and felt the heat he looked the former accused and swallowed thickly kicking the rosary off the stage as if to hide the evidence of burning an innocent. He looked at the crowd.Â
"Watch as this damned soul leaves and joins the depths of hell!" the crowd grew louder.
Allen stopped breathing tears still streaming as he took his last breath. His body burned as he died becoming nothing but ash. The people cheered as the accused was now taken care of. The Italians looked at the crowd seeing the north american nations and the english nations standing in the crowd sobbing and felt the tears start to fall.Â
Months later in the depths of the native land of America, a teen awoke in the tall grasses mother America standing over him. In a soft terrified whisper in his native tongue "Mother?" the mother smiled softly and motion the tribe over and let the rest of the teens history continue.Â
The three north american nations feeling the other reborn dropped everything and began looking after all... The Natives and Americans were having troubles... at the same time the Salem Witch trials had begun.Â
