So here we go. Another USUK fan fic. Hope that you enjoy.

Hetalia (C) Hidekaz Himaruya

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He was dying and every fiber of his being was reacting in utter protest against this barbaic execution. His spine cried out in pain, aching from being pressed directly against a rough wooden pole. Splinters of the pole dug into his back, creating tiny, but prominent wounds. The rope that had secured him to the pole bit into the tender flesh of his wrists, ankles, and chest. Leather straps secured a gag in his mouth, preventing him from being able to speak and curse at the idiots who had arranged his premature death. He bit at the gag in an attempt to get the blasted thing out of his mouth to no avail.

He watched the men before him with cold emerald eyes. Logs of various sizes and twigs were piled at his feet, ensuring that the fire would burn easily and smoothly. When the last piece of lumber was finished being added to the pile, the execution was deemed ready to begin.

The executioner, who was the leader of this party of magic hunters, stepped forward before the victim. He made a disappointed sigh at the guilty person, peering up at him from beneath a black hood. The executioner held before him a piece of parchment that contained the charges of the accused.

"Arthur Kirkland," he read aloud in a grim tone. "Tonight ye shall receive judgment for thy crimes. The crimes of the accused are as follows- engaging in witchcraft and for corrupting an innocent soul by teaching and blinding him with your enchantments. For these crimes, thou shall be burned at the stake until dead. May the Lord have mercy on your soul and perhaps bring your soul back to where it belongs instead of being in possession of the Devil."

The wizard could do nothing. It was futile. They had caught him. This was the end.

"I would have given thee the common courtesy of allowing thee to share with us your final words, however due your behavior thou cannot be trusted. So, I shall give thee a moment to pray to the Lord," the executioner allowed.

Kirkland knew the situation that he was in and he knew that he could do nothing about it. His spells could do nothing to help him now. He did not pray. How could he when his mind was far away from prayer?

He closed his eyes, only seeing before him the image of his beloved, smiling at him like always.

"Arthur..." he heard the boy's voice call to him gently.

The moment passed quickly, much too quickly for Arthur's taste.

"Very well. I hope that you have made peace," the executioner told him, ending the moment. "Now then, gentlemen, add that oneto the pile and then we may continue."

"Aye, sir," the men answered their leader.

A pair of strong men disappeared away from the stake, only to come back several minutes later, dragging with them the body of young man.

The young man looked to have been about nineteen years old, a fresh blood who had been killed in his attempt to protect the victim at the stake. The body was mangled and dirtied. Bruises on the body had not been given the chance to heal while the boy was still alive.

Despite the horrid condition that the corpse was in, the wizard was able to tell whom the body had belonged to. The cowlick that the boy had affetionally called his Nantucket gave it away. The wizard bit down on his gag in horror and disgust.

The two men flung the corpse at Arthur's feet.

"Alfred F. Jones, the innocent victim whom thou brainwashed to do thy bidding," the leader announced, indicating the stiff. "Now he too must burn."

"Alfred!" Arthur thought to himself. Tears welled in his eyes, falling down his cheeks in waterfalls. "I'm so sorry, my love!"

It only took a small spark before the wood caught on fire. The crimson flames immediately began to engulf their bodies, burning their exposed flesh.

"May thou burn for thy sins, the wizard and his accomplice," the executioner proclaimed.

The wizard kept his gaze on the boy's body, watching the fire eat it away, his own body burning along with Alfred's. In the distance, he could hear the American's voice speaking kind words to him.

"I love you, Arthur. I always have and I always will. May we never part. Let us meet in the next life."

The flames continued to burn, stark against the bitter night's sky.

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To be continued...

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