(Shit gets intense here, just know that Luv and I do not approve of bullying, this is just for entertainment purposes)

L:   Since the ride started slow, Iremacht was able to pinpoint Poldara as the seats revolved and gradually rose. He caught Poldara spreading his wings in the video on his phone and probably also caught a couple of Poldara's happy shouts. If it weren't for the fact that he had to maintain an intimidating image and that plenty of other humans were filming their children as well, Iremacht would've ordered the swing ride to stop so he could jump on himself.

Eventually though, the ride got too fast for his camera to register, so he turned off the video and simply watched the blur of swings.

At one point, a teenage girl skipped over to him and asked in a flirty voice if he could snap photos for her and her friends. Iremacht agreed, momentarily turning his back to the swing ride.

M:   When the ride eventually came to a stop and all the riders were let off, Poldara stumbled a little from being a little dizzy, he always got dizzy on this ride but that was one of the things he loved about it. After he took a few minutes to regain his composure he looked around and saw Iremacht taking selfies with a bunch of girls, he wondered if they were the same group he saw the German wink at earlier, he shrugged and started walking back over to him.

"Well how the chicken has landed," a voice called after Poldara.  Poldara's eyes widened, he didn't need to turn around to know who said that, he tried to run away but his wings were grabbed and he was yanked into a chokehold.

"Hey, let me go, don't hurt me," Poldara grunted as he struggled against the teen that was restraining him, his voice full of fear.

"I'm afraid we can't do that, Birdy," a male teenager said, "we haven't even had our fun yet."

Two other teens behind the first laughed maliciously, Poldara was terrified of what they were planning, but whatever it was definitely had something to do with his wings.

"Please Adem, I don't want to have fun, let me go or I'll tell my dads," the kid threatened, though his voice was shaking and he was starting to tear up from fear.

"And when has that ever stopped us before?" The first teen, most likely Adem, said with a sinister smile, "besides if your dads really loved you then they would have stopped us a long time ago."

Adem then grabbed Poldara's left-wing and pulled out a pair of scissors from his pocket, he always had them for this one reason. Poldara desperately tried to fight back but the teens were too strong and the one who was holding him was tightening the chokehold to make him stop.

"I-IREMACHT!!!" he managed to scream out.

L:   Iremacht saw Poldara get off the ride from the corner of his eye. And then he saw the arm around the kid's neck. The hands on his beautiful wings. The scissors. And the four teenagers who were responsible.

"Sorry ladies," Iremacht said without looking at the girls as he handed her phone back. "I have to—"

"Aww, stay a while," one of the girls cooed. There was something wrong with her voice, something that ticked Iremacht off. "We know the best places to party and eat out, come with us. We want to have fun with you, right girls?" Her tone and the other girls' expressions were suggestive and it made Iremacht want to vomit all over her.

"I'm afraid you're not my type of fun," Iremacht cooed right back.

He heard Poldara's scream. His whole body whipped in that direction but one of the girls grabbed his wrist.

"Don't mind them," she said sweetly. "They're just having their usual fun with the little bird boy. Don't you want to hang out with us instead? We're all dying to get to know you better."

So it was a setup. These girls had distracted him on purpose.

"No thanks," Iremacht sneered. "My boyfriend wouldn't like you very much. And frankly, I don't either." His eyes turned bright red as he snatched his hand away from the girl and he bared his fangs at her. "Stay out of my way, bitch."

He left them, striding towards Poldara and the bullies with not-so-merciful intent. Enhanced Mode was only activated for combat purposes after all.

M:   Poldara was having a difficult time breathing with the tight grip around his throat, he tried to tell the teens but they ignored him, one of them punched him in the stomach to shut him up, which it did.

"and that is one wing done," Adem said, stepping back from the newly clipped wing. Poldara had tears running down his face, which earned him a hard slap from another teen.

"Stop crying, freak, you're only making yourself look even more stupid," they said.

Poldara was only prompted to cry harder, so the bully restaining him tightened his grip even more, leaving the kid gasping for air.

L:   Before Adem could clip the other wing, Iremacht grabbed the teen's wrist from behind. For a brief moment, the militant restrained himself from doing anything worse than bruising this boy. But then he saw Poldara's wing and the feathers on the ground. People were watching around them, people snapping pictures that would likely go on the Internet. He heard Poldara crying.

He snapped the bully's wrist.

Fuck the bad publicity. His only priority was to send these teens to hell.

"And that's one wrist done," Iremacht mimicked Adem's previous jeer. "Let's see what else I can break."

M:    Adem shouted out in pain, he dropped his scissors and held his hand close to himself. Everyone who was watching or snapping pictures gasped in shock.

"What the fuck man, we were just playing with him," one of the bullies said.

"Yeah mate, he ain't hurt, no need to get violent," another one said.

Adem on his end glared at Iremacht, "you don't know what you just started cunt, I suggest you back off before you get hurt."

Poldara was horrified, he didn't want to see these guys fight Iremacht, it was only going to end bloody.

"I-Iremacht, y-you promised," he gasped out, still not able to take a full breath, "please, d-don't do it."

L:   Iremacht took a step forward. His fingers itched to curl around all their throats and give them a taste of the chokehold they are giving Poldara. He vaguely heard Poldara's plea but the only words that burned in his head were the ones from the bullies.

Iremacht cracked his knuckles. "I know exactly what I just started. It sounds like you guys think this is a game. I'd like to play." His grin grew wider as he hissed, "You clipped Poldara's wing. You don't know how much pain that causes him yet, but I can show you."

In a flash, he grabbed the boy who had Poldara in a chokehold by the front of his shirt and almost lifted him up. "Let. Poldara. Go."

M:   The bully instinctively dropped Poldara, who started coughing from almost being choked out. The bully was left paralyzed with fear as those red eyes seemed to stare right into his soul, it was like the devil himself was starting him down to decide his fate.

"Hey, the boss said back off," the third bully said as he grabbed Iremacht's arm, "we ain't afraid of you, we beat the shit out of the freak's uncle when he tried to stop us."

Adem smirked and let out a devilish chuckle, "yeah, the old man didn't stand a chance, two broken wings and a hit to the head was all it took to bring him down, you shouldn't be any harder."

Poldara had crawled away, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was going to happen, so he tried the next best thing and vibrated his wings in a distress call, he knew that his dad's and uncle were too far away, but he hoped that Wehrmacht was close enough.

L:   Iremacht's smile stiffened. It wasn't fear, it was anger. He was angry that these bullies had not only walked over Poldara but their country's own general as well.

He glanced at the bully who grabbed his arm, took his hand, and cracked it at the elbow.

"Touch me or Poldara or MA again," he growled, his eyes narrowing in on Adem. The ringleader. "And I will do more than break bones."

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Wehrmacht was happily munching on a mouthful of cotton candy. It was his favorite sweet because it looked like clouds, which reminded him of the sky. Germany wasn't very fond of it though and was frowning at the enthusiastic way his uncle ate the treat as the four of them walked through the park. They had just returned from a water gun booth. Wehrmacht had chosen cotton candy as a prize for the bullseyes he'd shot, over the usual stuffed animals.

"You're going to ruin your teeth like that," Germany said. He was enjoying a candied apple which he'd gotten from a snack vendor.

"Funny. Did you know this was actually invented by a dentist?" Wehrmacht said, plucking another fluff of cotton candy off the stick. "It's got less sugar than that thing you're eating."

Germany gave his candied apple a different look than before. He was about to reply when he saw the change in Wehrmacht's expression. His uncle stopped. France, who had been talking to Belarus behind the Germans, almost collided with him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Wehrmacht flicked his wings with a furrowed brow. "I hope it's not what I think it is. Follow me." Then he sprinted off, letting his wings guide him.

M:   The teen screamed as his arm went limp, he stumbled back behind Adem, followed by the one who Iremacht previously had by the shirt. The teens looked slightly scared, the only reason they won against MA was because the militant refused to hurt them, but Iremacht has already shown that he wasn't going to hold back.

"Boss, I don't think we should do this," the first teen said, "this guy is serious."

"So what," Adem said, "at least he's putting up a fight, unlike the pushover uncle that has the audacity to call himself a general. If we win we can say that we beat a real militant instead of the one who's too much of a coward to fight a couple of teenagers."

"I don't think that is a risk you want to take, punks," a deep voice said.

Poldara turned behind him and his eyes lit up, because standing there was Russia and Kazahkstan. They had just arrived a minute ago and Kaz picked up Poldara's distress call, so the two followed it and came across the scene. Poldara immediately ran to them and crashed into Kaz's arms, who then shielded the kid with his golden wings.

With Poldara safely out of the way, Russia glared at the teens and walked towards them, purposely ignoring Iremacht.The teens took a step back, they had a few run-ins with Russia that caused them to deeply fear him.

"Um, y-you know what, i-it's never g-good to solve problems w-with violence," Adem stuttered, his voice cracking from fear, "Let's go boys."

He didn't need to tell them twice, all four were quickly trampling over each other to get away from the Russian, who smirked as they ran.

"And stay away this time!" Russia shouted after them, though it sounded more like a grizzly bear roar.

L:   The bullies weren't the only ones whose demeanors changed when Russia and Kazakhstan arrived. Iremacht tensed and watched through slitted eyes as Russia passed him and scared the teens away with barely a few words. Of all the countries in the world, Iremacht was the most cautious when it came to the Russian.

"I could've handled it," he muttered, glancing briefly at Russia but looking away just as fast. He saw Kazakhstan comforting Poldara; other than the clipped wing, the kid seemed okay. No, scratch that, a clipped wing was not okay. Iremacht sighed. Belarus would have his head for this.

As if on cue, Wehrmacht arrived, leading Germany, France, and Belarus onto the scene.

"Russia? Kazakhstan?" Germany greeted in surprise. "When did you two get here?"

"I felt a distress call," Wehrmacht said, his eyes landing on Kazakhstan and Poldara. "What happened? Everything alright?" At least he didn't smell smoke, which meant nothing had burned.