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somerandomdutchfangirl · 3 years

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Hetalia Family Week - Day 1: Hobbies

This is my entry for @hetafamilyweek day 1 - hobbies (and hugs)

Summary: They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

This has also been posted to my a03!

Disclaimer: the opinions of the characters aren’t necessarily the authors opinion. Also, some of the sentences have been translated with Google Translate. If there is any mistake, please let me know and I'll fix as soon as possible! The translations are at the end.

Names used:

Willem = Netherlands

Femke = Belgium

Laurent = Luxembourg

Antonio = Spain

Matthew = Canada

Abel = Holland, @starflight-blog oc

Sjoerd = Friesland, @starflight-blog oc

Lieke = Groningen, @starflight-blog oc

Relevant headcanons time!

- Femke owns a cat named Mika

- Matthew and Willem are married (see end notes for more info)

- Matthew uses he/they pronouns

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They didn't have time for family hangouts often, with them being nations and all that, but whenever they did, it was safe to say it was the most fun any of them would have that week.

Sometimes, they would just go for a coffee or lunch or have a picnic. Other times, they would binge-watch a series while cuddling on the couch. And then, there were times like this.

"Can't you two sit still for like five minutes? If you want this painting to actually look good, you're gonna have to let me actually have time to paint you!"

"What if we want it to look like Picasso?"

"Laurent, hoepel een eind op, Picasso sucks and so do his paintings."

"Don't let Antonio hear you say that."

"Antonio can go fuck himself."

"Guys, let's keep this fun, alright? I want to enjoy this day," Femke chimed in. Willem huffed but didn't complain further. Laurent grinned and continued composing a piece for the harp standing next to him.

(When Laurent had led them towards his "inspiration room" as he liked to call it, which was just a room filled with instruments, art supplies and more, both siblings had been filled with dread at the thought of Laurent playing the tuba, or god forbid, the trombone. Willem had said: "Laurent, I swear to god, if you're going to play the tuba or the trombone, I'm going to throw both you and the instrument out of the nearest window." To which Laurent had been a smartass and replied, "Can you even lift all that weight though?" That had ended up in a chase through the house that ended when Femke tackle-hugged both.)

The comfortable silence continued for a while, broken only by the occasional sigh from one of the siblings or Laurent trying the piece on the harp.

"Hey, Fem," Laurent walked up to her while he was taking a quick break, "What're you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to embroider our pets, but this stitch just won't work, godverdomme-"

"Maybe you should take a break and come back to it later? It's getting late anyway, we should eat dinner soon," Laurent suggested. Femke nodded. When no conformation came from Willem, they turned to him.

"Hey, earth to Willem! Did you hear what we just said?" Laurent asked, walking up to him and quickly stopping next to him. "Nondikass!" He exclaimed. "Willem, that looks amazing! How'd you do that in such a short time?!"

Femke, now curious, walked up to her brothers and peeked over their shoulders. "What the fuck, Willem," she gaped at the painting in front of her. It was clearly her and Laurent doing their respective hobbies, with beautiful lighting and background. The vibrant colours of the front of the painting was a stark contrast to the background, which had much softer tones. "You told us you were rusty! What part of this is rusty?!"

Willem, who was now looking more like a tomato, opened his mouth, no doubt to point out all the things that were wrong with it, but Laurent cut him off. "Nope, Mr. Perfectionist, you're not pointing out all the imperfections of this, and that's final. This is a masterpiece, seriously. Don't give me that look!"

"You know," Femke mused, "I might actually hang this in my house once it's dry."

"Guys," Willem said, flustered, "It's not that good. Really. Thanks for the compliments, but-"

"No buts!" Femke exclaimed at the same time Laurent yelled: "Not that good?!"

"Yeah, it's... the colour's off, the perspective is weird, and-"

"I am this close to actually strangling you with your scarf, Willem," Femke cut him off, her hands on her hips. "So what if it isn't perfect? That doesn't make it look any less amazing! I'll tell you what, we're gonna take a break, then we're going to come back here, and you'll see how amazing this actually looks."

Willem looked at her for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine..."

"Now don't go around brooding like that, it's no fun," Laurent said while shooting Femke a quick thumbs-up. Femke grinned.

"Now, come on! I'll make waffles!"

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"Hey, Matthew replied!" Laurent exclaimed, effectively cutting off Willems' story on the antics of Abel and Sjoerd.

(Apparently, they had gotten into a fight over who had the most creative curse words. This had ended in Abel singing along to the curse word song in Dutch, until Lieke walked in. Sjoerd had promptly slapped a hand over Abel's mouth to stop him from ‘tainting Lieke's innocence’. It was weird.)

"What do you mean?" Willem asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, dearest brother of mine," Laurent replied with a shit-eating grin, which did absolutely nothing to ease Willem's worries. "Because you didn't seem too convinced by us literally shouting how amazing your painting was, we decided to send a picture to Matthew-"

"You what?!"

"-to see what he thinks of it," Laurent continued, unfazed. "Since, you know, you seem to care a lot about what they think, about as much as you care about what we think? I mean I would hope so, considering we're your siblings, but-"

"You're getting off track, Laurent," Femke cut him off. "Anyway, we figured that if anyone other than us would manage to convince you that your painting is amazing, it's gonna be Matthew."

"I-"

"Don't even try to deny it. We went to your wedding, remember? We know how much you care about him. Which is a good thing, by the way. So, Laurent, what did they say?"

"Well, there's an all-caps keysmash, followed by an all-caps 'what?!'. Scratch that, basically everything is in caps. So, the general train of thought is 'what the fuck, this is beautiful, how the fuck did he do this, he calls this rusty?!' And finally, 'I love it 10/10 would hang in my living room and/or show off to my family and friends. It's beautiful and I'll physically fight him on that.'"

"Awww, that's so sweet! See, Willy, your painting truly is amazing!" Femke, sporting a somehow genuine but shit-eating grin, patted her brother on the back. Said brother had his head in his hands and may or may not be crying.

"I hate you two," came the muffled reply with no real heat behind it. Femke and Laurens laughed.

"We love you too, you softie! Now come on, who's ready to spend more time together!" Femke cheered, already halfway across the room.

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"Jezus Christus, Femke, that looks amazing!" Willem said, looking at the embroidery his sister had made. It pictured their pets, Pelutze, Mika, and Nijntje.

"Aww, thanks Willem!"

"Wait, let me see- wow, sis, this is really good! I love it!"

"Thank you, Lau! By the way, is your composition nearly finished? I want to hear it!"

"Me too, actually."

"Well, it's not done yet, but I can play what I have so far?"

"Yes please!" Femke smiled.

Laurent sat down and started playing the piece of music he had written on the harp. Moving his fingers delicately along the strings, the beautiful melody carried along the room. Once he was done, he looked up.

"So... what did you think- Femke are you okay?!"

"Yeah, sorry, it's just... it's so beautiful!" Femke cried, flinging herself at Laurent and crushing him in a hug.

"I agree with Femke, it was wonderful," Willem chimed in, walking over to his siblings. Femke quickly included him in the hug.

"You two are so talented, what the hell!"

"Fem, you're crushing me," Laurent gasped. "And don't you dare exclude yourself, have you seen what you just made?!"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, remember," Willem said, parroting her words back to her with a smirk.

"Why are you like this?"

Willem laughed at this. "You still love me despite it, though!"

"That's not an answer!"

"Is it not?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Guys, please stop. This is a stupid argument," Laurent rolled his eyes.

"Rolling your eyes at us? How rude, Lau," Willem said, locking him in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

"Hey, let me go!"

"Hmmm, let's see... Nope."

"Oh, come on! Fem, help me out here!"

Femke just laughed in response.

"Betrayal!" Laurent screeched, struggling to get out of his brother's headlock. Femke just laughed harder in response, almost falling over.

"You know, you could always just say the magic word to get out."

"The magic- What am I, five?"

"You certainly act like it sometimes."

"Fëck dech."

"Real mature, Laurent."

"Oh, like asking for the magic word is so mature."

"Absolutely. I haven't heard it yet, by the way. Femke, are you doing alright?" Willem asked, as his sister was now lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air, she shook no.

"Seems like you'd better let me go before we make Femke choke," Laurent commented. Willem tsk-ed.

"Fine, fine. Fem, get up," he said, letting Laurent out of the headlock and extending a hand towards Femke.

"Give- give me a... minute," she said, still gasping for air. After she managed to get enough air in her lungs and not burst out laughing after she saw her brothers standing in front of her with worried (albeit semi-irritated) looks, she finally took Willem's offered hand.

"You two are utter morons."

Willem gasped. "Are you hearing this, Laurent? Slander, complete and utter slander!"

"Well, she's right about one of us, and it isn't me."

"Laurent, ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt-"

"Try me, old man-"

"Who're you calling old you little-"

''Oh for- hou uw bakkes! If this becomes another argument, I will smother both of you!''

''You wouldn't dare,'' Willem said. After a beat of silence and a fierce glare from Femke, he added: ''Would you?''

''I don't know, why don't you find out?''

''Fem, you're scaring me a bit here,'' Laurent said nervously. Femke hummed. Laurent looked at Willem, wide-eyed. Willem just looked back and shrugged.

''Could you even reach me though?'' Willem, who apparently had a death wish, asked.

Femke whipped around, glaring at her brother. Willem just glared back.

''Guys, no, no one's getting killed today,'' Laurent interjected. ''This is supposed to be a fun family meeting, remember? If there's any way anyone's going down,'' he added on, a devilish grin on his face as he slowly inched closer to his still glaring siblings, ''It's going to be this way!'' he yelled as he quickly poked Willem in his side, who immediately yelped and tried to get away. To no avail, because Femke quickly latched onto his arm and started poking him in his side too.

''No, Fem, wait- What did I do to deserve this?!''

''Well, uh... you took the last waffle?''

''Are you asking me, or-'' Willem started to ask, then yelped again as his siblings started to tickle him.

''No! Please, mercy!''

''Hmmm, Lau, what do you think? Should we stop?'' Femke asked, looking at her younger brother.

''I don’t know, Fem,'' Laurent answered back, devilish grin still on his face. ''He hasn’t said the magic word yet.''

''Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! Laurens, stop!''

''Hmm, let me think. Nee.''

Femke snickered. ''He looks like a worm, wiggling like that.''

''How the fuck-''

''Oh my god you're so right,'' Laurent said. ''Willem the worm,'' he started to say, but burst out laughing halfway through. Femke laid on top of Willem, wheezing. Willem, meanwhile, looked absolutely mortified.

''You two are so immature,'' he said.

''Says the guy currently laying on the floor because he's ticklish.''

''I will strangle you,'' Willem threatened.

''Try me, bit- Hey!'' Laurent started to say, before Willem had reached forward and pulled him besides him.

''You know, this is actually surprisingly comfortable,'' Femke commented after a beat of silence.

''No, you're heavy. Get off me- Lau don't you dare lay on top of Femke or I swear- oof!''

''Hmm? What was that?''

''I'll kill you.''

''Aw, we love you too!''

''... Ugh, fine, if I say it, will you get off?''

''Maybe!''

''You two are gremlins, oh my god. Fine, I love you too.''

''He said it! Lau, he said it!''

''Yeah yeah, we all heard it. Now get off me.''

''I mean... technically I never promised I'd get off-''

''Off. Now. Or I'll never bring you stroopwafels again.''

This earned him a scandalized gasp from both of his siblings.

''You’re so mean! How dare you deprive us of stroopwafels?!''

''You can't do that!''

''You two are impossible. I said off,'' Willem complained, trying to sit up. Which was hard, considering Femke was literally laying on top of him.

''Say the magic word first.''

''Are you serious right now? Femke, we are not five.''

''So?''

''... Fine. Femke, can you please get the fuck off me?''

''Fine, close enough,'' she said as she got off Willem, who immediately took a deep breath.

''Finally, oh sweet air how much I've missed you.''

''You’re so weird. Anyway,'' Femke said, turning towards Laurent. ''You recorded the whole thing, right?''

Laurent laughed and rolled his eyes. ''Like you had to ask.''

Willem gaped at them, before jumping up. ''Godver- Laurent give that camera here, right now!''

''No, I don’t want to. I must say this is great blackmail material.''

''Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan-''

''Du muss mech als éischt fänken!''

Needless to say, Willem ended up chasing Laurent through the house, Femke following closely behind. In the end, all three of them ended up in a dogpile on the couch, laughing. Yeah, family meetings were fun indeed.

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Translations:

Hoepel een eind op (Dutch) = a nice(ish) way of saying ‘fuck off’ or ‘go away’

Godverdomme (Dutch, Flemish) = goddammit

Nondikass (Luxembourgish) = used as an exclaimation, meaning something like ‘damn’.

Jezus Christus (Dutch) = Jesus Christ

Fëck dech (Luxembourgish) = Screw you

Ik tyf je de Noordzee in als je niet ophoudt (Dutch) = I will throw you into the North Sea if you don't stop. (The word ‘tyf’ is pretty rude though, albeit used by a lot of teens in my experience, so I would not recommend going around actually saying this.)

Hou uw bakkes (Flemish) = shut up

Godverdomme, natuurlijk is dat het antwoord. Kut! (Dutch) = ‘Goddammit, of course that's the answer. Fuck!’ (even though the word 'kut’ doesn’t mean ‘fuck’, it's used as a replacement pretty often. The more accurate translation would be ‘vagina’, as that is literally what it means, but it's used as a curse word more often than not.)

Nee (Dutch, Flemish, Luxembourgish) = No

Laurent, als je nu niet die camera hier geeft, dan- = Laurent, if you don't give me the camera right now, then-

Du muss mech als éischt fänken! (Luxembourgish) = youre gonna have to catch me first!

Stroopwafels are a Dutch delicacy, I love them so much. Basically, they’re waffles with syrup in between. Google them for examples and probably a better explanation.

I am physically incapable of not adding in a sprinkle of NedCan. I'm sorry (but actually not really,, as stated, Willem and Matthew are married so technically Matthew is family- *gets smacked*)

The ending is more crack and longer than I intended because I have no self-control. Sue me.

Moral of the story: don't anger short ppl. They’re angrier cuz they’re closer to hell-

Yes Willem is ticklish, I said what I said.

Bonus scene: ''Wait, so if Willem is a worm, would Matthew be like... a moose?''

''I am begging you two to stop. Laurent, stop laughing!''

#hetafamilyweek2021 #aph benelux #aph netherlands #aph belgium #aph luxembourg #hetalia #hws netherlands #hws belgium #hws luxembourg #aph friesland #aph holland #aph groningen #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #sibling banter #somerandomdutchfangirl #somerandomdutchartist

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mykingdomforapen · 4 years

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Decade of Fics 2010-2019

Hello! Since it is nearly 2020 and I am OLD, a look back on the fanfictions (and occasional non-fanfictions) I wrote in this decade, and some snippets of hints of scenes that come to my mind first when I think of that year of writing. In some ways, I would say these would be snippets or moments of writing that I feel most attached to.

2010: One Step to Amity (Axis Powers Hetalia)

Alfred nodded wordlessly. She said nothing as she turned away from him and walked slowly down the river. She bent down after she put some distance between her and him. Alfred suddenly felt an urge inside of him to reach out to her.

"Vietnam—"" he started to say.

"Look, America," she suddenly spoke up. She was holding something pale in her hands. He frowned slightly before walking up to her and bending down next to her. Vietnam held up a mauve lotus to his eyes. It was so delicate that Alfred thought it would positively crumble if he merely exhaled at it. The petals were so fragile that it seemed that God had crafted it by merely painting with a thin brush in midair.

"During the war, most of these died," she said quietly. "From all the chemicals and the fires. I thought they would never grow back again. I thought all of that was just too much."

She offered the lotus to Alfred. He hesitated; what if it died in his hands? In the end, he finally let her gently place the flower in his palm. He could barely feel its weight, but the petals were smooth and wet on his skin. She lifted her eyes to his.

"But they did grow again," she said. "Even after all that, they still bloom. They always do in the end."

2011: Seven Pieces of Chalk (Axis Powers Hetalia)

“If I hadn’t missed your call and answered the phone, what would you have said to me?” Arthur demanded. “Would you have just hung up?”

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t call me just because you felt like it. You should be asleep now, of all things. Why aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Something’s bothering you, right? Can’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know.”

Arthur quieted. Gilbert wouldn’t look at Arthur, hiding his face in the shadows. The moonlight reached only half of the room where Arthur sat, leaving Gilbert obscured in the darkness. Arthur sat still for a moment before reaching toward Gilbert’s cell phone, which was lying underneath his swivel chair.

“Hey.”

When Gilbert looked toward Arthur, Arthur tossed his phone to him. Gilbert quickly caught it, slightly confused. Arthur pulled out his own cell phone.

“Call me,” Arthur said sternly. Gilbert gave him a perplexed look. “Let’s get back to the start, about forty-five minutes. Call me, and we’ll pretend that I picked up my phone first.”

Gilbert almost declined. He would have too, if it was any other person—any other night than this one—but to both his surprise and Arthur’s, he flipped open the phone and pressed the dial button. As Arthur’s ringtone blared, Gilbert retreated deeper into the shadows. Arthur hesitated before picking up the phone.

“Hello?” Arthur said. Gilbert fixed his gaze on the carpet.

“Arthur?” Gilbert said.

2012: Syrgja (Avengers/MCU)

And when no one spoke, when Natasha could think of Loki and Loki only, she remembered that all of their minds were connected alongside their lives. She heard each of their thoughts as they hoped, as they waited and prayed for Loki’s return.

Brother, come back to us, please—

Loki, you can do it, I know you can, just keep breathing—

Loki, you bastard, don’t give up on us now—

Keep fighting, Loki, just keep fighting and help will come—

Come on, Bambi, you’re stronger than this, you can do it—

She did not hesitate in thinking this—she did not care if the others heard, so long as Loki did. So long as Loki knew without a doubt.

I love you, Loki.

2013: spring will come (Thor/MCU)

“So I guess,” said Thor, “that scars heal in time, too. It’s kind of sad and beautiful, that no matter what life goes on.”

Jane reached over and put her hand on his. She felt every callous, every vein. She grazed her thumb over the knuckles.

“Are you cold?” said Thor. “Let’s have coffee.”

2014: Jacob and Esau say their goodbyes (Thor/MCU)

"I said that I have no side," Loki says. "And yet I always find myself by Thor's."

2015: Though she may forget (Thor/MCU)

“You sat on Asgardian gold all your life,” Byleistr says, “where all the realms and races throw themselves at your feet because you are of AEsir family, your throne of riches and fortune, of safety and security, of approval and want—you never knew what it meant to be a Jotun, to fear for your life when someone of another realm comes across you, even when you are at in your own homeland, fearing they might cut you down for sport. You don’t know what it means when none of the realms will even look at you, because to them you are foul and savage and monstrous, and we can’t pull on costumes and masks like you can to pretend, for a moment at the very least, that we can walk out of our realm and not be killed.”

Byleistr wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Loki cannot bring himself to look at Byleistr in the eyes. He cannot bring himself to move much at all. Byleistr’s words have the same effect as the snow, the cold that Loki never admitted that he was unbothered by—numbing.

“You think you wish you were never born a Jotun,” Byleistr says. If an Asgardian’s eyes are red, it means they shall fill soon with tears. Loki realizes that with Jotun, when tears threaten to fall, they have a tinge of violet, as if even colors grow cold inside them. “You’ve never been Jotun in your life.”

2016: Better Than Seven Sons (Original Fiction)

I grabbed a fistful of his hair, right in the middle. Angus closed his eyes, and no one else really seemed to grasp that this was far more significant than an impulsive a-shave-a-quid moment but us two. I wanted to back out, suddenly—sorry, Angus, can’t do it, can’t bring myself to do it. I love your hair, Angus, I love recognising it, I love it because now it’s a symbol of pre-tumour, pre-surgery, pre-illness and from here on out we would be thrown into the uncertainty that comes with losing it and cutting open your skull. But you saw this differently, not a symbolic goodbye, but having the last laugh, and I needed to forget my own point of view.

“Count me down,” I said.

“Really now?” said Angus.

“Five!” I said.

“Four!” Others joined me. I thought someone would shake up a bottle of champagne for this, let out some firecrackers.

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

2017: a land flowing with milk and honey (Thor/MCU)

“You know who that is,” says Heimdall. “Even if he decides not to kill us all, enslaving us will be the kindest gesture.”

“Well,” says Loki. “That’s surviving, isn’t it?”

The ship jerks violently, and Heimdall and Loki stumble, clutching at the dashboard to keep on their feet. Loki turns sharply to Heimdall, who does not trust him, who has absolutely no reason to. He has just watched Loki shove Thor into a pod and sent him shuttling to Norns only know where, but he cannot read Loki’s mind or intentions.

“Don’t you trust Thor?” says Loki. In spite of everything, he smiles. “I do.”

2018: Lovable (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

“Do you really hate me, Azula?” Zuko said.

That sentence already made his stomach turn, and he could feel a lump form in his throat that threatened to choke him if he did not scream it out. He had to gather himself first before he could continue, although his breath still shook.

“For almost our entire lives,” said Zuko. “Even if you were just following Father’s example. Why did you still hurt me when he wasn’t watching?”

He clenched his teeth, because he was beginning to raise his voice already. Just remembering it and saying all of this out loud was like stabbing himself repeatedly in the gut. Azula did not react to any of it. And it was painful for Zuko to admit it to himself. He had thought maybe one day, they would talk about their past and their present. And for the first time he would finally tell her how unsafe he felt around her. And when he finally told the truth, that she would care. Maybe she would feel sad, or guilty, or even apologize to him, and then he could look at her without immediately getting upset for the first time.

But this was not what he came here for.

Zuko approached the bars and reached a hand through them. The bars caught him at his elbow, and his fingertips could only skim the ends of Azula’s hair strewn over the stone. He did not want to ask all of this from Azula anymore; whatever groveling, repentance, devastation and shame that he may have fantasized before. He did not want to wait for any of these, nor let it stop him from what shall come next.

“I love you, Azula,” Zuko said. “If I go, would you believe me?”

2019: Find me after the victory (Dunkirk/Arguably can be historical fiction)

So they sat on the floor of Peter’s bedroom, cups of tea in hand and a longing to be human as destroyers lined the beaches of England, ready to be boarded. They talked until the pot of tea cooled between them, about Peter’s school getting destroyed by the bombs, about Tommy’s sisters whom he missed, about Alex’s old London haunts that no one knew if they were still standing, about a home whose soil they walked on but was still miles and miles away.

“You’re all going back very soon, aren’t you?” Peter said after a brief pause, when they took a moment to collect their breaths. “Back to the mainland to fight.”

Tommy said nothing, but his gaze flickered towards Alex. Peter pressed his lips together, with a heaviness in his heart that he could not name. He suddenly remembered the last day of his brother’s last furlough, and how in hindsight he would comb over every detail of his brother’s day, the way he helped Dad with the ropes of the Moonstone and how Mum straightened his tie, and how he punched Peter lightly on the shoulder and told him to take care of Mum and Dad, and that Peter was free to borrow his books and football so long as he did not mess anything up in his room. They would have a football rematch when he returned, his brother promised.

Peter wished he could remember every quiet moment, seen and unseen, of his brother, if only he had known at the time that it would be the last. But to know God’s timing was too much for humans to bear, as Peter looked Tommy and Alex in the eye and be forced to accept that these boys with whom he reunited after four years might leave tomorrow and die.

“Don’t worry, Dawson,” Alex said. “We won’t let you down this time.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Peter said, and he did not know what else to say.

When the clock in the living room chimed, Alex and Tommy exchanged a heavy, knowing glance. Peter already knew before Tommy said that they ought to get going. They were not going to come round again tomorrow, and probably not for a very long time.

Peter felt a sudden, overwhelming desire to be a hundred meters tall, to sweep Tommy and Alex and all the other young soldiers that Peter knew and did not know into his arms and shield them from oncoming bombs and bullets. He wanted to die for each and every one of them, to protect them from further pain and devastation and keep them safe, but he was just a young man and that would be impossible. And if Peter remembered what Reverend James taught him, it was that someone else felt the same way already, and did just that.

#LC writes #ish

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neioo · 5 years

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I’m graduating on Saturday so I decided to create a notable moment's bulleted list thing that ended up being 2k. It’s more of a diary thing, but it was fun to write, so I’m gonna post it here. Feel free to ignore or read haha

Notable Moments:

Freshman year fall semester: My IR professor asked if anyone knew what countries were involved in the Truman Doctrine. I raised my hand and said Turkey and Greece, knowing that answer because I wrote about the dumb fucking thing in my IB HL history final. She then proceeded to say: “No one in all my years of teaching has ever answered that question correctly.”

Freshman year spring semester: I had to take a course to fulfill my science requirement and decided to take this evolution class. On the first day of the class, the professor said that attendance and participation mattered and then proceeded to never take attendance/ask anyone’s names. I was shy and never spoke in class, but I made up for it by emailing the dude like all the time asking questions. One day in class, near the end of the semester, I decided to raise my hand to answer a question. He looked at me and said, “Yes, Maddie?” The rush of euphoria that he knew my name was unmatched. When it came time for finals he then sent me an email saying I didn’t have to take it and that I already got an A in the course. Thank you Dr. Fong. Also on one of the tests where there were multiple-choice answers he just had like. Italian jokes for choice d on every single question. Still have no idea what that was about.

Freshman year spring semester: I decided to check up on someone’s hetalia blog who I followed during high school and found out we were going to the same college. We then became friends asljfdafa

Freshman year spring semester: My roommate one day fainted in the bathroom and the on-campus medical place was closed so I decided that we should go to the hospital. Turns out she had brain bleeding so thank god we went. What stands out about this day however is that it was 0º outside without wind-chill, and when I was running back and forth from our dorm to the hospital I saw sorority girls outside in mini-skirts fucking chanting. 0º degrees!!! Also, my roommate ended up being okay haha

Freshman year summer: I will still never forgive my co-worker Steve at my summer job. I was working outside and then walked into the cafeteria and the bastard was playing “it’s a small world” over the radio and humming along. Who the fuck does that and is not a psychopath???

Sophomore year fall semester: Someone decided to check up on my hetalia blog after I was complaining about my Chinese homework and they found out we went to the same college. We then became friends too asldfkaf; Thanks hetalia

Sophomore year fall semester: So my freshman roommate, after the hospital incident, decided not to return back to my university in the fall, so I got assigned a random roommate. Well, multiple. The first one dropped out before the semester even started, the second one was my roommate for 3 days and then just left abruptly and left me her fridge, and then the third one showed up near the end of Fall semester. She was also never really in the room ever. Also the dorm was worse than my freshman one and faced a dumpster so fuck that place.

Sophomore year spring semester: This was now my fourth class with my German professor. We were getting closer. I somehow let it slip once I was writing/editing a story (AWH and DFU *coughs*). She gets excited and tells me I should show it to her. I do briefly, thinking this will be the last of this. (Spoiler: wait)

Sophomore year spring semester: I get an F in a class

Sophomore year summer: I do an immersion program in Beijing to better my Chinese where I was doing like 10 hours of work every day and Oh Boy™ where do I start:

I was in a class with two other people. We had three rotating professors and one one-on-one professor. We got one of the professors fired. 两个周老师 I’m sorry but you sucked

Also the professor we got fired, he was our speaking class’s professor, which all of us sucked at the most so that didn’t help. The class was intended to give us practical vocab, but because we were all beginners in Chinese it was really hard to remember words. To combat this we would chant some words as if we were in a cult. 护发素（hùfàsù）and沐浴液 (Mùyù yè) shampoo and shower gel, we would chant often because it was all fourth tones. The professor picked up on this, and when my one classmate saw him for the last time, the professor looked at him from across the hall as he was packing up to leave, and said in a solemn voice to him “Mùyùyè.” Brain stumbled back to class in pure confusion.

Moving on, well you see, I’m a hetalia bitch. Turns out, there was going to be a hetalia only con in Shanghai while I was in China! Naturally, I decided I had to go. However, there were many obstacles I had to accomplish to get there, and at any given point anything could go horribly wrong.

First, I had to purchase the tickets for the actual event and to do such I had to enlist the help of one professor. Yeah, that was embarrassing. Also, there was a problem with the tickets, so she typed up a response that I was supposed to show to the con organizers when I got to the event.

Then, I had to purchase my train ticket. Thankfully, there was a place on campus at Peking University, so I found my way over there. I somehow managed to order both a going-out and return ticket without any English, and the high I felt after I left the store was unreal.

Two weeks later, it was time to go. After classes ended on Friday, I took my suitcase I brought with me and headed to the subway to navigate it by myself for the first time.

First, another important detail. I had no cell service. I was dumb and never got a cellphone plan, so I had no cell service at all until I got to my hotel room in Shanghai after a long subway ride/like 4+ hour train ride. Honestly, I forget it might have been longer.

After jamming myself into the subway for like an hour, I get to the train station, and I’m completely lost and have no idea where to go. By some miracle, I finally figure out I have to go upstairs and find my train and get on the stupid train

On the train, I sit next to some businesswoman. A stewardess comes by and I try to ask in Chinese if I need to show her my passport. She shakes her head. The businesswoman then compliments my Chinese and I try to sputter out a sentence to her. She then smiles and proceeds to speak perfect English.

Finally, late at night, I arrive in Shanghai. Still no wifi or cell service, mind you. I have to wait like an hour for a cab while illegal taxi drivers tried to prey on me, the only foreigner, to go with them

At like 1am I get to my hotel room. After connecting to the wifi, ready to settle down, my phone starts freaking out. My roommates living with me in China, my Chinese professor I was living with, and my parents were all wondering where the fuck I was and if I was okay. I had to reassure all of them. Turns out, I find out months later, my mom was having a nervous breakdown that I was dead. My dad had to call the fucking train company and keep asking and asking until he found someone who spoke English so they could tell him the status of my train. ^^;

Anyway, now it’s Saturday! And now I have to get to the hetalia con. I have the address and some pictures and the typed up note from my professor. First, the cab driver proceeds to drop me off at the wrong location. I wandered around like a lost idiot, wondering if I would ever make it, when I spotted two girls about my age. I followed them and by some miracle, they were going to the hetalia con too

By this point, I am drenched in sweat. It was 100º. I get into the building and see a bunch of girls my age all dressed up in cosplay. I had to awkwardly walk up to one of the event organizers who was dressed up as England and attempt to speak to her. I was the only white foreigner there, and naturally, some people were looking at me strangely, which I understand. After I showed her the note from my professor, though, the very nice girl lightly touched my back and handed me a ticket to get inside. I still kind of have a crush on her

Okay, finally, I’m inside. And there’s rochu merch everywhere. You bet your ass I buy a fuck ton of rochu merch. I am great at pointing at things I want and forking over money. People are still looking at me strangely.

I leave feeling victorious. A year later, when I join a Chinese tumblr-esque website called LOFTER, I post a selfie of myself with my finished hetalia fanfic series. I then have people proceed to tell me they RECOGNIZED ME from the hetalia con in Shanghai

I then managed to get back to Beijing on Sunday without dying. I had to wait like 2 hours for a cab

Hetalia haunted me throughout this study abroad like at a party one dude asked if I liked hetalia because aph America was on my phone case, and like dude, I was trying to seem like a normal person there, fuck you

Junior year fall semester: Probably one of my hardest semesters for the sheer amount of essays I had to write every weekend. My computer also decided to break during finals. It also broke during finals spring semester freshman year and fall semester sophomore year. I wish I was joking

Junior year spring semester: I decided to study abroad in South Korea. Things to note:

I had this one class about Korean history. I barely paid attention in this class; mostly I used it to do the readings for the class so I wouldn’t have to do it at home or edit my hetalia fics. Sometimes, the professor would write things down on the board, though, so whenever he did that, I would quickly jot the information down. Fast-forward, one day, the professor asks a question that I know he wrote down on the board last class. I have the information! Since no one else is raising their hand, I decide to do it and answer the question. He then nods and says, “Very good. Did anyone else know that answer?” He was met with silence. “No one? Only her?” Silence. He then proceeds to yell at the rest of the class for five straight minutes while I sat there like o_o. Once he calmed down he asked me to repeat my answer, told me “I’m glad you were being diligent,” and then went back to teaching. The following classes he would smile at me while I would sit there and wonder what dumb fucking luck led me to getting on his good side.

My professor for my Korean government class asked to talk with me after class about my paper and she bought me a “vanilla cookie bubble tea” and that thing was fucking God-like. I treated myself to it all the weeks following asdkfjlafa

The first week I came to Seoul there were no classes. I had no idea what to do with myself. My host mom offhandedly mentioned the first day I moved in that there was a mountain nearby that you could climb. I then proceeded to climb that mountain the following day, completely not expecting to climb it. I just found some like 60 year-old-Korean tourists and followed them and suddenly I was literally like scaling a mountain in a dress.

A Korean guy who I constantly had to friend-zone took me to the North Korea border one time for a day trip, and I was utterly baffled by the theme park that was there. My mom also freaked out about me supposedly going to North Korea and randomly texted me at one point asking where i was. I had to awkwardly inform her that I was in class.

I learned no Korean in Korea and was petrified at going to restaurants by myself. One day, though, I finally gathered up the courage and used my shitty ability to read the alphabet to order bulgogi. It took me repeating myself 3 times but finally, the waiter understood what I wanted and a rush of euphoria surged through me in that moment

Senior year fall semester: I was somehow coerced into showing my German professor my hetalia fanfic again, and she then actually read WDWW and is working on showing it to a German film director she knows ^^;;;

Senior year spring semester: I got an internship that led to me finally seeing the inside of the Japanese Ambassador’s residence I walked by every day, so that was really cool! I then proceeded to have a conversation with a lovely older Chinese man, who interviewed me the day prior (and didn’t give me the internship T__T) about my hetalia fanfic, because he wanted a fiction writing sample from me and that’s what I had so I sent it, and it was just really odd.

Said internship also caused me to be on a float in a parade which was exhausting

I also saw the Fruist Basket premier in theaters, which is a goddamn highlight

And despite the F I got sophomore year I’m now graduating with honors :-)

#miscellaneous #that was fun to type. though i feel like 50% of this is me just recounting what happend during my study abroad in china but adslfkafl #havent written anything in a while ahh #especially diary based stuff. not counting my dumb text posts #fun fact i kept a diary for every single day in 8th grade and it haunts me #tumblr this better stay under the read more

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[PruCan] Chapter 9: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/42689768

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)

AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert

Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied, Distance and abandonment suggested.

The world stiffened as strawberry blonde hair covered his tired eyes, Alfred had scooted much farther away as he let his brother gather himself. Racing, pulsing thoughts jumped in his head; everything felt slow and too fast at the same time and the unease of having someone else in this private session was more off-putting than he would have thought.

“I….I didn’t finish the painting.” Ms Paisley’s demure look did not falter, unsurprised but still polite, her scribbles of notes were no doubt some follow up questions about his inability to get something done- he felt foolish for bringing it up, his subconscious already tormenting him about his inadequacy to shush up. His brother, on the other hand, was lost; What does a painting have to do with Matthew’s health?

“What was it this time Matthew? ...noise? … distractions?” her voice trailed on but Alfred’s mind was hooked on her reasoning-

“Not noise this time. I was quite...fine. I was fine- I just can’t get it to look right and I feel…” He mind was smoothened a little bit as he tried to articulate his thoughts. Fiddly hands kept tracing the hemming of his hoodie edges, eyes strictly avoiding his brother’s questioning gaze.

“Lost. I felt like I was detached again. I couldn’t get it right and It’s just so difficult to stay up…” Closed eyes and uncertain breath faded into a hum, he almost forgot Alfred was there as he thought of the image of his childhood. Bright. Vibrant. Utterly simplistic in its approach.

“I’m on top of work. But that just means I sleep more... I'm tired. Very tired. I know I say that a lot but I am. It’s just so-” his voice breaks off into a bit of a laugh as he grimaces at his repetitious mantra, “I’m exhausted, Paisley.” He bites his lips; he’s been trying to get out of the habit of saying tired. The word was so addictingly bittersweet and had glossed over his lips so often that the definition of such a word had practically been imprinted into his personality. Dr Paisley looked up as Alfred patted a hand onto his knee, the gesture making the male almost jump as his eyes popped finally realising his brother was still in the room.

“Well. I’m sure the painting will turn out beautifully- Have you shown anyone your work, has Al-”

“It’s a surprise! It’s...not ready and I don’t want Alfred to be spoilt” The interruption let out another hiccup as Matthew slid his back down the couch, his head almost lolling straight into the couch’s depths.

“Okay. I think you should have some downtime while I Just chat with your brother, would that be possible Matthew?” He slowly got up, feeling ashamed for his messy rambling and eager to leave the room. “John could get you some tea while you wait..” the remnants of that sentence was lost on Matthew as he had already made his way out back into the little room from before.

“Hi Alfred, Long time no see, How have you been?”

“Alright, Uni is exciting as always...can we just get to the reason why I’m here? Matthew-- My brother says you want him on more medication?”

“Yes. He hasn’t been on anything for a while, and he’s made a lot of progress but recently...He’s been having trouble with our recent goals, and I don’t want to worry any of you and your family. From a professional standpoint, I would recommend this as it would help him just balance out his anxiety. He hasn’t been on much for a while now.”

“I trust you doc, but I’m still worried. He’s been kind of...really secretive I guess?

“How so? He’s told me he’s been chatting and unloading a lot on peop-”

“Well, obviously not me. Not..me. We don’t go out anymore, he always liked to sleep in but some days I have to genuinely bash his door down to get him up. It’s...a slump.”

Dr Paisley sighed, a knowing glint in her eye as she listened to the wistful way Alfred talk about his brother- knowing of what?

“Look. Mr Jones, I need to know if you’re planning on any big life changes.” Alfred seized up, caught off guard by the question, almost nervous of his own answer- “It’s just that Matthew right now needs some extra support, we’re assuming he’s just in a bit of a drop right now...he goes through it once…” her voice seemed to trail off as Alfred and his ever calculative brain were in the works of what to say: tell the truth or to wait for a better moment? Surely he could put off telling Matthew of his...no if he told the doctor now he could avoid a confrontation from his family later on…

“-Would moving away count as something big?” the professional paused in her sentence, concern out and open.

“Who would be moving?” Alfred explained his new course offer from some prestigious lab in Japan, the willingness he had to go there and the excitement was clear but the more he explained he had begun thinking of how’ll it affect his brother.

“...we spent enough time apart as kids. Last time really fucked him up and I just don’t...he lost trust in me and that’s okay I just... I- what if this is the thing that really...pushes it?”

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, both deep in thought before the doctor gave her insight: “Your brother will be fine. He wants you to live your life. He just needs time to know what’s going on. He needs to talk more. Do you know anyone he could talk to while you’re away?” There was Tim, their childhood friend of whom Mattie had always been attached to; the Dutchman always came to Matthew’s heed and Mattie always complied with the scarf-wearing weirdo. Alfred drifted, he had that new German guy, right? He never really liked Gilbert, always saw him at some trashy party- he was so different from Matthew, it would be difficult for his brother to open up to someone like that…

“Besides Tim, there’s this new guy. I think Matt would tell you about him. I don’t really trust the guy.” before the doc could synthesise a plan Matthew had knocked on the door rather meekly, sticking that fluff of a hairdo through the door and asking if he could back in.

“Of course. Matthew, your brother and I are okay with our new goals, would you like to go through with it?” the young man barely nodded, still in the doorway, leaning a bit off the frame as his eyes wandered in Alfred’s direction as if still asking if he could come in. Alfred got up, shaking off imaginary dust and he made his way out, ruffling his twin brother’s hair as they swapped places. He’d have time to think about what he wanted to tell him while he waited.

“I’m really sorry we can’t have our full 1 hour Matthew, Is there anything you’d like to talk about in particular today?” Matthew had cosied up on the chair, crossing his legs as he used to as a kid- Dr paisley had reassured him no harm would be done to her soft plush couch even if he brought his foot upon it.

“I’m just tired is all.” he had started picking at the seat fibres once more, his glasses sort of slipping off as he pressed the couch experimentally. “I understand, Alfred said you made a new friend? Wanna chat about that?” At first, Matthew was puzzled, confused as to who she had meant before realising that she probably referred to Gilbert.

“Oh. Gilbert. He’s...cool. I don’t want to talk about him. Do I ha-”

“You don’t have to do anything Matthew. This is about you.”

Matthew relayed his story about going to see Tim (minus the weed of course), how he had overstepped Tim’s boundaries once more by accident, ranting way too long and not getting anything done when he could have been doing something, anything, he never gets things done, why can’t i get things done, it’s impossi-

“Matt- Matthew breathe. Hey, hey slow down. You were taking a break right?” Matthew gulped. He didn’t realise he had been mumbling incessantly again. “I don’t think you overstepped. I’m sure Tim would have said something if you did. He’s been your...friend for a long time.” the blonde nodded, awkward to where this was going.

“Do you...pardon me if this seems inconceivable or rude...do you have feelings for Tim?” Matthew looked at her as if she had slapped him in the face-

“nO! OH Nonono- Tim’s my… he’s just a really...good friend, I couldn’t...I like someone else... I think?” his mind drifted to a pearly white smile and red eyes that really should be more intimidating than attractive. God. Gilbert’s got him good and it’s hardly been a day. He needs to stop. Paisley just smiled that ever kind smile, and it kinda sickened Matthew knowing at the end of the day she was paid to smile like that regardless of what he said to her. The rationale in his head reminded him she was genuine and that this was a good experience- counselling was better than hiding in a room getting high off his rock...that sounds more enjoyable at this point. The two chatted, Matthew once more relearning his breathing, noting to himself to write in his personal log once he gets home to keep the doc and himself on check.

“I’ll see you next Saturday? Afternoon at 1pm. 1 hour for sure Matthew.” with that the two parted, Matthew, worming his way out of the office and straight to the registering counter, prescription form in hand. Alfred had signed it. So had he. He’d have to pick them up tomorrow. Fuck me.

The two twins waddled back out, getting into their car and driving to their little detour: the diner just off campus. “Ahh loving the shoddy lights as usual,” Alfred commented as they got out the car and saw the overdone and tacky 60s light decor falter. Sliding into the opposite sides of a booth, the two sat in silence, obviously avoiding conversing about what was talked about during Matthew’s appointment. Or so Matthew hoped.

“So doc tells me ‘bout a painting.” Liar. Matthew knows Paisley wouldn’t have told him jack shit about that painting. “It’s nothing. It’s a surprise, Al, don’t go sticking your nose into my art and I won't question your phall-” Alfred burst out laughing before Matthew could finish his joke, he supposed seeing his brother laugh did brighten his moods. The waiter, dressed in a stereotypical apron, brought over some coffee (“it’s not Tim Hortons, but it’ll do”) and Alfred waved her off to get some burgers with a ‘thank you doll’ that only resulted in a tut. They talked about Alfred’s course and how his lab work was going, Matthew, in turn, talked about the next hockey season and how’d he hope he would get back on the team after his hiatus. Parents. They talked about their parents- neither of whom had called. Their father, ever the distant soul, last they heard, was back in London sorting out some legal case and hadn’t even texted Alfred the usual monthly check-in text. Matthew grimaced. If he didn’t even text Alfred...then he must still be mad about the two of them going to see mother last summer. The coffee was burnt and bitter, and this dinner was as rugged and worn out as Matthew’s weary soul, yet he couldn’t help feel comforted by the fact his brother was still here and not painstakingly somewhere ignoring him. Matthew hated being ignored.

*DING*

T @ 7:34 [Are you at the Diner? I see an oddly familiar car out here.]

Of course, Tim was here.

M @ 7:34 [Yeah Al’s here though. Just came back from Dr.P’s. Wanna join dinner time?]

T @ 7:36 [I’ve got Laura and Luca with me, I’m sure they’d love to catch up with your bro. Though you wanna chat out back for a bit?]

Matthew paused. Looked away from his phone to see Alfred once more chatting with a waitress, idly stacking up some creamer cups.

M @ 7:38 [Your sister would smell the shit on us. Tell the L duo to come in and I’ll come out.]

T @ 7:39 [I’ve got deo and we can blame it on smokers outside. They’re going.]

“The Van-de-bergs are here. I’m gonna go out just to chat with Tim for a bit. Please don’t hit on Laura again- Tim will murder you and I’ll tell Kiku.” Matthew got up quickly, making his way very quickly as his brother tried responding with a resounding “I’m not that big of a flirt-” Laura and little brother Luca in tow came bursting in, gladly waving at Matt as they made their way to the table.

“Tim says you two need to chat so he’s-”

“Outside.” Matthew pushed his way past them out the door. He’s not usually so dismissive of the kind girl but he wanted to get away from some of the noise for a bit. A smoke really sounded good right then. The air seemed nippy as he stumbled into the evening light. The fuzzy streetlights illuminated the tall figure that was Tim leaning on his car. With a head flick and a motion, the two moved, trekking to a dodgy avoided spot right behind the diner; smoker paradise as cigarette buds were littered across the gravelled area.

“..I’m assuming shit didn’t go well.” Matthew denied answering because he himself didn’t really know. Today went well. He just didn’t feel it.

“Well. Let’s chat then schatje.”

Gilbert had enjoyed Matthew’s empty bedroom for a while. But he found, no matter how charming the walls were and the strewn pieces of art- as captivating as they were, felt strange without Matthew actually being there. He had gotten out, leaving the room as immaculate as it did when he had first gotten in and wondered where the North American brothers had gone. Oh well. His work had occupied him for as long as he needed, and by dinner time he was truly starving. With his, worn out jeans and leather jacket snugly on, and his motorbike keys pocketed he decided he’d go off campus and get some takeaway. The food hall seemed a bit too dull for a Saturday night lunch right? And nothing was better than hunkering down on some takeaway and calling it a night early. With a resounding roar, his bike came to life, driving him down the quiet nighttime roads, running away from the campus that seemed to be riddled with late-night students wandering all over the place.

Unlike Alfred, Gilbert unironically liked the 60s vibe that the diner had possessed. It reminded him of his Grandfather who always liked the middle of nowhere businesses and of Ludwig and his avoidance of less than stellar looking establishments. The food was fantastic too and always made good 24/7 pancakes. Gilbert wouldn’t mind pancakes for dinner, he could get them half price if he sweetened that lady over the counter again. Just as he pulled up, and was busy stowing his helmet away he saw a familiar person walking behind the restaurant- Matthew. Matthew with someone most definitely wasn’t Alfred. I thought he said he was with his brother. Gilbert scolded himself...it’s none of his business. For all he knew Alfred was there too...behind the diner...where cute Matthew was walking with a shady looking tall dude. Yeah, not awesome. Gilbert began walking.

He’s just making sure his new friend Matt was safe. A good samaritan keeping someone safe. Gilbert's inner voice was spouting bullshit.

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Hetalia: The Lost World Part 22 (Final Chapter)

"Anything Alfred?" asked England. "I'm getting nothing. I tried calling Yao but it just goes straight into his voice messages" said America. "Have you tried texting him?" asked England. "Yeah I tried, but I'm not getting a reply back" said America. "Zat's not like Yao at all. He usually responds back fast" said France. "Italy, I've tried everyzhing, literally everyzhing und still no reply" said Germany.

"You-a may have tried everything, but have you-a tried using pasta?" asked Italy. "Pasta isn't going to make Japan respond, ve've been over zhis" said Germany. "That may be true, but it-a works for you" said Italy. "I have a feeling that something bad happened to them" said Yong Soo. "What do you mean?" asked Iyong ju. "I'm saying that maybe that they went somewhere important" said Yong Soo.

"Hang on a second, I think he's onto something" said England. "Really? Oh that reminds me when Alfred mentioned something about Oliver and Roland helping, I haven't seen them in awhile" said Canada. "Speaking of vhich, vhere are zhey?" asked Prussia. "Going on from that, where-a is my sorry for an excuse counterpart?" asked Romano. Suddenly the large screen in the meeting room goes off into static before switching over a semi enthusiastic Lutz. "Uh hallo, iz zhis thing on? Oh vait here ve go. Zhis message iz being given to the 1P counterparts as ordered by Luciano himself. I'm Lutz und I vill be jour host for zhis evening or vhatever time it iz. I really don't care" said Lutz.

"Lutz...vhat are jou doing?" asked Germany. "I'm pretty sure I can't hear jou but I can see jou und you can see me as I tell you zhat zhe 2Ps vill be playing a game vith you all. Ve have two make zhat four unfortunate contestants zhat vill be starring in zhis game or should I say forced" said Lutz before he started laughing. "Okay Lutz you had enough, it's my turn" said Al while pushing Lutz away from the camera. "Man this game sounds like a lot of fun" said America. "Shut up Alfred" said England. "Since I suggested a direct video message, I just wanted to say that we the 2Ps will have a pleasure into kicking all of your asses and after we're done we will beat the [beep]ing sh** out of your dead bodies" said Al.

"Well that's a pleasant thing to know" said Romano sarcastically. "Beat up my own dead body after killing me? Oh my" said France who was so against the thought of it. "Alright, alright, that's-a enough of you two. Get out" said Luciano who was scooting both Al and Lutz away from the camera. "I know you can't hear us Luciano, but we're coming for you and we will defeat you" said Iyong ju. "I-a was going to be first to talk to you, but I-a had to be so rudely interrupted by two idiotas. Anyway, do you-a see these four prisoners over there?" asked Luciano as the camera moved away from him and onto a cafe of where China, Japan, Oliver, and Roland were being held in. "They did it. They actually captured them, but how?" asked Russia.

"I bet you're-a wondering how these four got into this cage, don't worry I'll-a tell you. You see, these four managed to get past my-a security and break into my base without being caught. However, they were-a soon captured after believing that they could find my-a plans and do you want to know who-a lead them into this cage? Oh fratello, come here" said Luciano. Everyone grew shocked when they saw Flavio making his way to the camera right next to Luciano. Before Flavio could say anything, Romano unnoticeably grabbed Russia's pipe before quickly throwing it at screen thus shattering it. "R-Romano.....what are you-a doing?" asked Italy. "What does it look like I'm-a doing? I had to destroy the screen out of anger because my-a own counterpart turned out to be a nothing but a liar!!!" yelled Romano. "Wh...what...? What do you-a mean?" asked Italy.

"Romano made a good point, ve shouldn't have trusted Flavio in zhe first place" said Germany. "Trusted him? When I knocked him out with a frying pan, I should've banished him to another dimension more than that, I should've placed a curse on him as punishment" said England. "But...I-a thought that he was.....going to help" said Italy. "Help!? You-a want to know who made things worse? You did!!!" yelled Romano. "No....no.....how did I-a make things worse?" asked Italy who was now shaking in fear. "Oh you-a just had to play "the everyone will-a become friends because they had a bad past if I-a be nice and understanding" game. Well guess what? It was-a fine when you met Iyong ju, but when it-a got up to meeting Flavio everything fell apart. He used you frat- Feliciano and you-a walked into his trap" said Romano sounding hurt when finishing his last sentence.

"Romano.....I-a did this for my own personal belief. I-a believe that everyone gets a second chance no matter who the person is" said Italy. "Believe!? Second chance!? Would a person who was-a so cruel to you since childhood get another chance? No they won't. I...I...just can't stand you Feliciano.....and after seeing what you-_ did.....I've lost all sympathy for you. Matter in fact, I-a wish you weren't even born.....Grandpa Rome was-a so wrong about you....you're-a not a good boy. This is all your fault" said Romano. Italy took Romano's rejection to heart realizing that what he tried to do to harm everyone. "Well...if that's-a what you think...then....ehehe....I'll-a just....I'll-a just excuse myself out. Good luck on the rescue mission...if you-a have one" said Italy before turning around and walking towards the exit. "Italy....don't go, bitte" said Germany while seeing Italy stop at the door frame. "Oh I-a would love to stay Ludwig, but......I-a just can't. Everyone would rather see me go home and go something besides being....you-a know.....annoying" said Italy before walking out of the room.

As soon as Italy walked out, Iyong ju slapped Romano across the face very hard. "Ow! What the hell was-a that for!?" asked Romano while rubbing his cheek. "How could you say that to him!? He's your brother and you decided to chew him out like that. How could you be so...so....selfish?" asked Iyong ju. "Tell it to him! He-a befriended an enemy and played the friendship game. All the times he-a screwed up, he definitely screwed up big time" said Romano before getting another slap to the face. "I can't believe the words that are coming out of your mouth right now Romano. He's your brother and you just said to his face that he shouldn't been born. If it were to be anyone's fault, it should be your fault. I may have been a horrible brother to Yong Soo for years, but I would never told him that he needs to die" said Iyong ju. "So you-a want an apology?" asked Romano.

"Yes, but I'm not the one that needs your apology, it's your brother" said Iyong ju. "You're-a right....what was I even thinking? I shouldn't have yelled at him. Now that I think of it, I guess I shouldn't been born" said Romano. "I know zat all of zhis seems kinda heavy, but uh vat are going to do for zhe rescue mission?" asked France. "I'm glad you asked. It's mission time!" said America. "Don't spoil this already" said England. "Since we know that the statues that were guarding the front entrance got destroyed, Luciano probably replaced all of them by now. What I mean by this is that we're going to sneak in from the back" said America.

"Zhat sounds reasonable enough, but do jou how ve can get inside vithout breaking a vindow?" asked Germany. "Easy, we throw a rock" said America. "Zhat's technically called breaking a window, America! I suggest ve jingle zhe lock" said Germany. "Okay then, but I like my idea better. Anyway, once we get inside we need to find where our friends are being held at" said America. "They're probably in a dungeon or a basement. They might be in a room where Luciano keeps his prisoners" said England. "On the top of a rescue mission what are we going to if we're caught by our dark counterparts?" asked Canada.

"Well that's an easy question to answer. We're going to fight them" said America. "All of zhem?" asked France who sounded a bit uneasy. "No, no, no, not all of them, we're fighting them one by one each. I'll go first because I'm the hero" said America. "You do realize that Al has a baseball bat that has spikes covering it, da?" asked Russia. "Yeah I know that. Hey, Matthew, do you want to fight your counterpart?" asked America. "Wait what? Alfred you do realize that my counterpart nearly tried to kill me with a hockey stick, am I correct? Besides I don't think I have anything to combat against him" said Canada.

"That's okay, you have a hockey stick too. Imagine two guys fighting with hockey sticks" said America. "Err....well.....ehehehe.....I don't think that it's a good idea" said Canada. "So we're going to be fighting the 2Ps but we will be fighting ourselves? Sounds like a plan" said Prussia. "Yeah it is a plan, but without Italy in it though" said Iyong ju. "He's-a probably still upset that we-a blamed him for everything that just happened, in fact, he's-a still mad at me. Who-a cares about what he-a thinks about anyways?" asked Romano. "Pull jourself togezher Romano! Italy iz still jour brother und he looks up to jou as his role model. Vhat do jou say about zhat?" asked Germany.

"P-Potato bastard...? What are you-a saying?" asked Romano. "Although I vould agree zhat Italy doesn't zhink before he acts at least he's very knowledgeable about it unlike jou. Jou claim to be different from him, but jou're exactly zhe same. Vhen jou're sad cry like him, vhen jou're happy jou sound like him, und vhen jou do somezhing completely idiotic jou behave like him, but here's zhe zhing, Italy gets it from jou. Now vith zhis out of zhe way, are jou going to make it up to him or are jou going forget about him? Zhe choice is jours" said Germany. "I...I....I'm-a going to make it up to him. He-a may be a idiota but he's my-a idiota bastard of a fratello, because damn it I-a love him. I-a never expect to hear those-a words coming out of my mouth like this" said Romano. "Ja, but it vas vorth hearing. Now go talk to him" said Germany. "Right! Hang on my fratello, I'm-a coming to give you a hug" said Romano before walking to a closest phone and picking up. Romano then dials Italy's number as it started dialing before picking up on Italy's landline.

"Uhh.....c...c..ciao.....? Can I-a help you" said Italy. Romano can tell that Italy has been crying his eyes out. I mean it hasn't been that long when he left. "Um...fratello....it's-a me, South Italy, you know, Romano. Oh I-a know that this going to be hard for me to say....but I-a just wanted to let you know that....well...I'm-a....s...s..s..s...so...sorry....." said Romano softly. "You're-a.....what now?" asked Italy who was confused a bit. "I said that I'm-a.....s...s.....sorry...." said Romano this time a bit quieter.

"I'm-a sorry, you're what now. I can't hear you, can you-a say that again, but only louder please?" asked Italy. "I'm-a.....s.....sorry" said Romano bug way quieter that before. "Eh? I-a know you're trying to tell me something, but I-a still can't hear you" said Italy. "Mi dispiace (I'm sorry)" said Romano. Romano waits to hear Italy's response but get hanged up on. "Oh.....I-a tried. Guess he hates me" said Romano sadly.

Germany comes up to Romano while placing both of his hands onto Romano's cheeks. "Listen to me very closely, vhat are jou, Romano?" asked Germany. "An idiota sandwich that's also a bastard?" asked Romano. Before Germany could reply at Romano's answers everything started rumbling and out of nowhere Italy comes bursting through the doors. "Ahhh! Big brother Romano, did I-a just hear what I think you-a said?" asked Italy while smiling. "Uh yeah, I-a said that I'm- whoa" said Romano as Italy quickly rushed over and hugged to him. "Oh Romano, I-a can't stay mad at you forever. You're-a my big fratello and I love you" said Italy while tightening his grip on Romano. "Alright, alright, quit giving me your-a therapy hugs! Let go of me, Feliciano" said Romano who was struggling to get out of Italy's hug. "I'll never understand zhese two" said Germany.

~Meanwhile~

Oliver is seen holding his wand in one hand along holding a spell book in the other while looking through it. "No, that's not one. I know it's in here somewhere" said Oliver. "Hurry it up Oliver, zhe stress is killing me" said Roland. "Hang on, hang on, I'm finding it okay. Oh here it is" said Oliver while finding the spell he was finding. Oliver looks at spell before putting his spell book down and pointing his at the bars of the cage before chanting the spell in some form of ritual. Suddenly Oliver's wand started glowing before blasting out a purple magical beam at the bars; however, the bars didn't break.

"What happened?" asked Japan. "The spell didn't work, which is odd" said Oliver. "Could it be that this cage is impervious to all types of magic and spells, aru?" asked China. "Of course it iz! Vhy vouldn't it be? I have a feeling zhat Luciano knew zhat Oliver here vas going to cast a spell" said Roland. "If that's the case then we need Arthur" said Oliver. "Or you can just have us break you out" said Sweden who along with the rest of the Nordic 5 came into the room somehow.

"How did you guys get here?" asked Japan. "Oh we threw a rock at a window and got in" said Denmark before getting smacked in the head by Norway. "No we didn't! We got in by following America's plan" said Norway. "Wait Alfred had come up with plan for a rescuing us? That's great!" said Oliver. "Oh he didn't just came up with a plan to rescue you, he also planned out how to defeat Luciano" said Finland. "Sounds good enough for me, aru" said China.

"Alright guys let's focus, we need to get this cage open before we get caught" said Iceland. "Right! Let's see if this cage has a lock so I can break it with my axe" said Denmark before walking up to the cage. Denmark looked all over the cage till he found the lock. "Did you find the lock?" asked Finland. "Yes I did. Now stand back" said Denmark. China, Japan, Roland, and Oliver backed up as Denmark readied his axe.

Denmark backs up a bit and charges at cage before bringing his axe down just to cut off the lock only to get bounced back. "Oooooooooo.....thatttttt loccck...issssss....strongggggg" said Denmark who was shaking due to the impact making him act like the movement of a metal beam. "Okay that didn't work, so Lukas we need your magic" said Sweden. "Okay, I guess I'm ready. Quick question: is this cage like immune to any type or form of magic?" asked Norway. "Yes, it is immune to magic, but only my magic" said Oliver. "Ah I see. I was just making sure. Anyway, let's get it on then" said Norway.

Before Norway could do anything an axe came swinging out of nowhere only to go up against a wall that's by Norway. "Simon, I swear to god that I'm so going to- wait.....this ain't Simon's axe" said Norway while getting a better look at the axe. "That's because that axe belongs to me" said Spain. "Spain!? Did you came with the Nordic 5, aru?" asked China. "I did and I brought a few friends" said Spain as Austria, Hungary, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Poland walked in. "It's about time jou showed up! Vhy zhe hell did jou took so long?" asked Roland.

"Tch, don't get all mad at me. I didn't know zhat zhe rescue vould've been planned at zhis fast by America" said Austria. "If that's true then, that means we have act fast into executing you" said Kuro. Kuro and Xiao were seen standing at the top of staircase leading down to the dungeon. "Well it looks like we got a couple of 2Ps to fight" said Finland. "I see that. Lukas go cast a spell on that lock" said Sweden. "What are you guys going to do while I do this?" asked Norway. "We're going to hold back these 2Ps for you that's what" said Spain as he went over and got his ace out of the wall before standing next to Denmark. "Oh hell yeah, this is going to be a- ahhhh!" screamed Xiao as he accidentally missed his step and ended up falling down the stairs. "Why you Chinese baka" said Kuro while shaking his head at what he just saw.

~Meanwhile~

"Okay since we already have two rescue squads, we're going to be facing Luciano" said America. "Yeah but vat happens if zhey get caught?" asked France. "Zhen zhey're going have to fight one of us, make zhat two" said Akbar who appeared in front of them. "Vell if isn't mein 2P, it's nice to meet jou. Put it zhere" said Prussia while offering his hand for Akbar to shake. Instead of shaking hands with Prussia, Akbar instead gets down on one knee and bowed. "Uhh...vhat are jou doing?" asked Prussia who seemed a little surprised.

"I have waited for zhis day to come. Mein own counterpart vould finally get to see me" said Akbar. "Excuse me?" asked Prussia who was confused. "Heh.....as zhe leader of zhe legendary Teutonic Knights, I get to have zhis moment" said Akbar. Akbar then removes his cape revealing his shining armor before getting up. "Nice armor jou got zhere" said Prussia. "Perpare jourself Gilbert, because I Akbar, vill finally get zhe chance to prove vho's awesome" said Akbar.

"Hey! Zhat vas supposed to mein line" said Prussia. Without any hesitation, Akbar pulls out his sword before putting it at Prussia. "Fight me Gilbert, zhat's an order" said Akbar. "Jou guys need to go on vithout me, I'll handle zhis" said Prussia. "Alright bruder, promise me zhat jou von't die" said Germany. "Heh, vhen do I break promises? Now get out of here" said Prussia.

As soon as Prussia said this everyone else left the room and went into another one. "It's-a so dark.....wait dark!? Germany help!" cried Italy while clinging onto Germany. "Italy let go! Jour nails are literally digging into mein arm" said Germany. "Aww und I zhought jou vere all strong und tough" said Lutz. The lights turn on in the room as a chair swings around revealing Lutz himself. "Ah, it's lutz!" yelled Italy.

"Hehehe.....did jou miss me jou stupid Italian?" asked Lutz. "Enough! If jou're going to pick on someone vho's weak, zhen jou might as vell fight me" said Germany. "Very vell zhen, so be it" said Lutz who got up from the chair. There wasn't any movement before Germany could do something till he was suddenly stopped by a piercing pain coming from his arm. "Germany!" screamed Italy. "I zhought jou'd be a bit quicker to dodge zhat since jou like being strict on timing" said Lutz with a small smirk on his face.

"If zhat's vhat jou zhink, zhan jou should probably vork on jour aiming" said Germany. "Vait.......how!? I...I shot jou dead on in zhe shoulder" said Lutz. "What you didn't see was a pipe and I used it hit him in the arm just to fool you" said Russia while revealing that the bullet was in his pipe. "We'll let you deal with him alone" said England. "Sounds like a plan" said Germany.

~Back With Rescue Squad 2~

"Are jou almost done yet? I'm starting to get impatient here" said Roland. "I'm trying as hard as I can!" said Norway a bit annoyed. "Hold still and let me hit you!" yelled Denmark who trying to hit Xiao with his axe. Despite Denmark's best attempt Xiao kept avoiding him. "My you sure are a feisty one indeed" said Xiao before karate kicking Denmark against a wall. Both Kuro and Spain were soon seen fighting each other evenly till their two weapons came together.

"You're very impressive with that axe even though you haven't used it in awhire" said Kuro. "I wish I could say the same thing about your katana skills, but not really" said Spain. "I had years upon centuries of experience" said Kuro. Without noticing Hungary and Poland came up behind Kuro. "You take left, I'll take right" said Hungary. "But I wanted to take right. Can we switch, please? Like I'm not in the mood to take left" asked Poland.

"No we cannot! Besides you make a pretty good distraction" said Hungary. "Aw really? I'll take that as a compl- wait....that's an insult!" yelled Poland. "No, no, it's a compliment. Now keep quiet" said Hungary. "Alright then. Hey you!" yelled Poland as he got Kuro's attention. "You can't catch me" said Poland before breaking off into a sprint. Kuro stops fighting Spain and goes after Poland while getting out his Kusarigama. "Ehh....maybe I should've think about this before hand because of Poland's loud mouth" said Hungary. "Alright here we- now it's finally open" said Norway as lock opened itself. Norway then takes the lock off before opening the door to the cage. "Finally, it's about time! It's fighting time" said Roland.

~Meanwhile~

"I have a feeling zat only a few of us are going to make it to Luciano. I mean ve're meeting our respective counterpart once ve go somewhere new" said France. "You'd be correct" said Francois. "Vell I vas expecting zat I'll have face off my gorgeous counterpart sooner or later, but not zhis earlier. Alfred go on ahead vithout me" said France as America lead the rest of the squad out of the room. "Well, well, well, if isn't my counterpart Alfred. I've been waiting for you" said Al. "Cool dude, I was hoping to see you too" said America with a smile. "No it's not cool, you're supposed to be trembling in fear right now" said Al.

"Heh that's funny, the hero doesn't get scared that easily" said America. While America and Al were going back and forth on talking, Matt quietly stepped out of the shadows and goes behind Canada with his hockey stick in hand only to receive a quick punch to stomach by Canada. "Alfred, it's an ambush, well it was, but it didn't go out as planned" said Canada. "I see. So Al and Matt are you going to fight the North American bros or what?" asked America. "Oh it will be our pleasure" said Al.

~Back With Prussia~

"Jou're pretty good as I could have possibly imagine" said Akbar. "I can say zhe same to jou" said Prussia. "Gilbird!" yelled Akbar as a black eagle perched itself on his shoulder. "So zhat's jour version of Gilbird. How cute. Gilbird und friends come to me" said Prussia. "Gilbird und vhat?" asked Akbar. Suddenly Gilbird appeared along with other birds as they perched themselves on Prussia's shoulders including his head.

"Gilbird squad...ATTACK!!!!" yelled Prussia as Gilbird's entire army of birds starting attacking Akbar. "Alright Gilbird, let's find Vest" said Prussia before leaving the room. Prussia enters another room which had both Germany and Lutz fighting each other in an old western style standoff. There wasn't any slight movement till Lutz clanks his gun before Germany manages to shot him in the arm and making Lutz collapse to the ground. "Nice shot Vest, zhat vas really intense" said Prussia. "Vhat are jou- yeah......it vas pretty intense. I had to vait for till Lutz made a move" said Germany. "I see zhat. I had an entire army of birds attack mein counterpart" said Prussia. "An entire army of birds?" asked Germany who seemed a bit skeptical about it. "Yeah an entire army of birds, it vas awesome" said Prussia. "Anyway, ve need to find zhe others. I hope zhey've finished fighting zheir counterparts" said Germany.

~Meanwhile~

"Hurry it up, I can't keep running for- wahh!" yelled Poland as both of his legs were caught by Kuro's Kusarigama. Kuro took step back and before he could pull Poland over to him by the chain, he was suddenly tripped by Spain's axe and fell. "Denmark and Sweden it's your turn!" yelled Spain. Kuro gets up and tries to pull the long but gets stopped by Sweden who jammed a long metal pole in the middle of chain before Denmark comes long and slices the chain in half with his axe freeing Poland. "Xiao, stop these bakas now!" yelled Kuro. Xiao was about to fight till he was stopped by Finland.

"Hello there sir, I got you an early Christmas present" said Finland while holding up a wrapped gift. "Christmas present? It's not even Christmas yet and I only celebrate Chinese New Year" said Xiao. "Oh well I knew that, but it's on the house" said Finland. Finland gives Xiao the present as Xiao opened it only to get blinded by smoke. While getting blinded, Iceland comes and kicks Xiao the side just before Hungary hits Xiao on the head with her frying pan. Kuro was about to pull out his throwing stars only to get knocked down to the ground again when Xiao was knocked to his direction.

"Get off of me!" yelled Kuro while trying to shove Xiao away. "Vhy hallo zhere jou two. Do me a favor und look above jou" said Austria. Both Kuro and Xiao looked up to see a piano hanging over where they're at. "Wait where did you get that piano?" asked Xiao. "I just found it. Now Roland und Oliver!" yelled Austria. Both Roland and Oilver untied the ropes holding the piano making the piano come crashing down on Kuro and Xiao. "Nice one. I'm impressed" said Japan. "Zhanks" said Austria. "Enough of zhe small talking, let's get out of here" said Roland.

~Back To France~

"Did you really zhink zhat you 1Ps vill defeat us?" asked Francois. "Vhy yes I do. Here I got you zhis" said France while putting a rose into Francois' mouth. "Zhank you for your lovely time and goodbye" said France as the rose suddenly exploded in Francois' mouth. After having a rose explode in his mouth Francois collapses to the ground just before both Germany and Prussia came into the room. "Hey France, did ve miss anyzhing?" asked Prussia. "Well you've missed me defeating my 2P" said France.

"OW! WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?" yelled Al. "I didn't know that you'll be right there once your counterpart moved away" said Matt. "I had enough of your half assed excuses!" yelled Al before strangling Matt. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!!" yelled Matt while pushing Al away from him. Out of nowhere Canada uses his hockey stick to hit a hockey puck right at Matt's Swedish meatballs. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Matt in pain.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! You just got- OH SWEET....ahhh.....THAT HURTS SO BADLY!!!" yelled Al as he got hit by a baseball that was thrown at him by America. "Two points for the boys back home" said America. "Vhat's vith all zhis screaming?" asked Germany. "Guess what Germany? Matthew and I bonded today. Isn't that great?" asked America. "Sure it iz" said Germany while ignoring what just happened. "You seriously have a gallon jug that's full of water as a secret weapon? How nice" said Russia.

"Heh, of course it. With this gallon jug, you won't be able to defeat me" said Vladimir. "Oh really? You don't know what fear is" said Russia. "What? Of course I know what fear is" said Vladimir. "You may know what is fear is but have you ever seen it in its true form?" asked Russia. "True form?" asked Vladimir. "Watch and learn" said Russia.

Suddenly the room grows dark as the temperature slowly drops. The room got colder by each passing second as Russia was soon surrounded by winds of snow. The snowy winds blew over by Russia's side as a large figure took shape before revealing a man wearing a black military outfit. "Oh my god! What is that!?" yelled Vladimir. "This person who is standing next to me happens to be the true embodiment of winter, well my winters. There has been many stories but it said that I've never had to fear a country invading me since General Winter is able defeat armies. General Winters shall we show my counterpart what you're made of?" asked Russia. "Yes, we should. Prepare yourself Vladimir the 2P version of Russia because you had picked the wrong day to get out of bed" said General Winter.

General Winter then creates whirlwinds of snow as it became ice cold before making it surround the entire room. "Thank you for your assistance General Winter I couldn't done it without- uhh......Alfred? Everyone? You guys alright? Ehh......I think you used a little to much of the icy winds" said Russia while seeing the rest of the group trapped ice. "Yeah.....I think I did. Oops" said General Winter. "It's okay, but you did manage to froze Vladimir. Now let's get going on breaking the ice" said Russia.

~Meanwhile~

"Where do we-a go now?" asked Italy. "According to the map there's a door leading to where Luciano is at, but there are two doors here in this hall" said England. "Great, which-a door is it?" asked Romano. "I don't know which one. It's either the one to left or the one on the right" said England. "Well I'm-a picking the one on the right, because it's the right one" said Romano while chuckling a bit at his own joke. Romano walks up to the door and opens it before walking away.

"What? Why are you-a looking at me like that England?" asked Romano. "You're a bloody idiot! You don't even know what could be behind that door once you open it" said England. "Yeah, yeah, but guess what? There's-a nothing there to worry about" said Romano. "Nothing to worry about!?" yelled England. "Ummm guys......you might need to see this" said Yong Soo. "I've told that there's-a nothing- OH SH**!!!" yelled Romano.

What Romano didn't know was that he opened the door leading to where Kuma was at. "I thought Matthew's polar bear wasn't scary but this is" said Yong Soo before getting grabbed by Iyong ju. "Quick! Everyone get into my magic circle" said England as everyone got into the circle expect for Romano. "Magic cycle!? There's-a literally a damn polar bear and you-a want me to stand in a circle? Forget that! I'm-a running for my life!" yelled Romano before running off. "No Romano don't! You'll-a get.......attacked" said Italy while seeing Kuma catching up Romano and attacking him. After attacking Romano, Kuma walks away leaving behind an injured Romano.

"Romano are you okay?" asked Yong Soo. "No, I'm not" said Romano weakly. "Romano quick, get into my magic circle before that polar bear comes back" said England. "I'm-a not taking any chances here, I'll-a just let limp my way out of here" said Romano before limping away. "No Romano!!!" screamed Italy. Once again Kuma came rushing over to Romano thus brutally attacking him before leaving him alone.

"I'm guessing it doesn't like it when you limp" said Iyong ju. "Oh okay then, I-a guess I'll just- AHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Romano as Kuma quickly attacked him again for the third time before leaving him alone. "What did I-a do that time?" asked Romano. "Umm you weren't supposed to be crawling away I guess" said Iyong ju. "Romano, try creating your-a own circle" said Italy. "Okay" said Romano.

"No wait that's an oval! You need to draw a.......circle" said Italy as Kuma rushed towards Romano again but didn't get to attack since Iyong ju punched Kuma right in its snout before collapsing. "Did you just punched a polar bear?" asked Yong Soo who was surprised. "I did and even though it's called animal abuse the polar bear was trained to attack" said Iyong ju. "Romano are you-a alright?" asked Italy while walking up to Romano who was bleeding in some places. "Yeah I-a guess so....I don't think that I-a can walk" said Romano. England comes over to Romano while taking out a first aid kit. England notices that Romano had a few deep cuts in both of his arms along with some parts of his shirt ripped revealing that their were some large cuts in his chest and torso.

What caught England's attention was the large scratch of a claw along with a huge tooth mark starting from Romano's knee cap all the way down to his ankle. England then does his best to bandage up all of the wounds while Romano either grunts, winces, or hisses in pain till England was done. "Is he going to be alright?" asked Yong Soo. "Yes he will. Luckily there was time for me to cover up his wounds or else that polar bear would've finish him off. Since Romano's a country, he'll heal up in a few days maybe hours, but for now he is unable to walk or stand while in this condition" said England. "Well if that's the cause then somebody carry me" said Romano. Both Italy and Iyong ju came over to Romano and gently picked him up while supporting him on their shoulders.

"Alright let's get going" said England. The five remaining members of Team Allied and Axis Powers continued on their way as they went through the left door leading to where Luciano is at. "Well it's-a about time you made it. Luciano has been-a waiting for you to come" said Flavio. "Oh hello there Flavio, where's your brother Luciano?" asked England. "Oh he's-a currently in his office right now, but he-a told me to hold you five off or should I-a say you four. Isn't that-a right, huh Romano?" asked Flavio. "You bastard! I-a can't believe you betrayed us like this and what's worse is that you-a nearly ruined my relationship with Feliciano" said Romano.

"Oh you're-a still made at that? Well I'm-a sorry to hear that, but as a 2P I can't keep any promises" said Flavio. "Why you...grr....I'm-a going to rip your throat out! Come here you!" yelled Romano while getting out of Italy and Iyong ju's support before running towards Flavio only to fall to the ground. "Romano!" cried out Italy. "Aw, what's the matter Romano? Did the little grumpy Italian get a little boo-boo?" asked Flavio in a mocking tone before laughing. This made Romano boil in so much anger that he crawled his way over to a nearby box of tomatoes before throwing one at Flavio staining his pants. "My pants! Why would you-a do that!?" yelled Flavio who started to freak out as he saw the stain.

"Oh I'm-a sorry, but I recently gotten a message for today and it's from a weatherman. This weatherman is-a predicting a 99% chance of a sh** storm and it's-a coming straight right at ya!" yelled Romano before rapidly throwing tomatoes at Flavio staining his clothes even more. "Ahhhh, stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" yelled Flavio as he clothes got even more stained. "This is-a for lying to me! This is-a for being an annoying bastard! This is-a for making Feliciano cry!" said Romano as he was throwing each tomato. The last tomato that Romano threw was suddenly sliced in half by knife. "Keep it down, I'm-a trying- oh my......hehehe...looks like the rescue squad is-a here, well half of them anyway" said Luciano as he came into the scene. "Luciano, we came to stop you. Now we can do this the easy or the hard way or the medium way. Your choice" said England.

"Aww, how nice of you to give me a choice. Actually I've-a already chose what I want" said Luciano. Out of nowhere a knife made its way to Romano stabbing his arm. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Romano. "ROMANO!!!!" cried Italy. "Hang on Romano, just let me get this knife out of you. Arthur you better get over here with that first aid kit now!" yelled Iyong ju. England comes over to them with the first aid kit as Iyong ju slowly yet carefully pulled the knife out of Romano's arm.

As the knife was out of Romano's arm, England started wrapping up the wound with bandages. "Well that was fast. I-a thought that you'd handle the pain" said Luciano. "Handle the pain!? You-a literally stabbed me right in the arm, which actually hurts" said Romano. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I've been trying to get my-a hands on you North Korea for the entire time. Now's my-a chance to either officially hold you captive or kill you" said Luciano. "What you did before separated us but we're back together again as brothers" said Yong Soo. "Oh I-a wasn't planning on separating you. What I actually mean is that I-a wanted to kill one of you" said Luciano.

"What!? You can't be serious!" said Iyong ju. "Oh but I am and I-a know who exactly that I want to choose" said Luciano. Luciano slowly makes his over over to both Yong Soo and Iyong ju before getting stopped by Italy who magically popped up right in front of him. "What the?" said Luciano who was confused. "I-a know that this seems sudden but hear me out. I know that you're a complete opposite of me and my-a personality but deep down you-a still have some feelings of kindness. Here I-a made you some pasta; I made it special. What do you-a think?" asked Italy while offering a small bowl of pasta. "I...I...don't know what to say. I'm-a honestly lost for words" said Luciano.

Italy smiles at Luciano's sudden reaction and was about to give him the bowl of pasta only for it to get knocked out of his hands. Italy was in shock to see the bowl fly through the air as it came to the ground with a loud crash knocking out the pasta spilling it all over the place. Before Italy could say or do anything, he was suddenly slapped across the face hard by Luciano and falling to the ground. "You're-a so pathetic! I can't believe that you-a had to go your way to give me pasta. Well guess what? I-a don't want your pasta and I've never asked for it anyway" said Luciano. Italy had a tear in his eye before it rolled down his check. "Aww, did I-a hurt your feelings? Well hehehe...too bad! Everyone was right about you including your friends, you're-a nothing but a sorry excuse for an ally yet a country. The only thing that you're-a probably good at is crying and shutting up. Now get out of my way, I-a have some unfinished business to do which you rudely interrupted" said Luciano before walking passed Italy.

Italy just sat there on the ground crying at what Luciano said and did to him. "Now with that out of the way, let's-a see who's going to die" said Luciano. "If you want to kill one of us then you're going have to kill me. I spent so many years trying to get back to my brother and look how far I came. Come on! Are you going fight me or not?" asked Iyong ju. "Iyong ju! You can't fight him, not like this. Please let him kill me" said Yong Soo. "Even though I would let you do that, I've spent a lot of time believing that you're still alive and here you are by my side. I rather let you live then let you die. Believe me, I lost you once and I don't want to relive it again twice" said Iyong ju. "O-Okay......promise me that you'll kick Luciano's ass" said Yong Soo.

"Oh I will, just watch" said Iyong ju. "Alright, let's-a get this show going" said Luciano. Luciano then pulls out two twin daggers while twirling them before getting into a stance with one of the daggers pointing at Iyong ju. Iyong ju took a breathe in before getting into a stable of his own. "Yong Soo, I didn't expect for you to see this but during the time of 30 years I have gain abilities. I hoped that I'll keep this a secret from you however I think you're ready" said Iyong ju. "Wh.....what....?" asked Yong Soo who was confused.

"Cut through anything. Don't let anything set you down. Shine blue, Jug-eum-ui Puleun Jeonseon" said Iyong ju. What Yong Soo saw in surprise and shock was thin blue wires that looked sharp like razors being pulled from under Iyong ju's fingers. "They actually have a name along with a phase" said England. "Brother.....this...this...is so unbelievably amazing" said Young Soo. "So those are the things that you'd use to slice Lutz's gun with, am I-a correct? Now I see why you're-a so unique. With those sharp pointy things you-a can do anything you want with them; they're-a even better than my own knives" said Luciano. "Yeah.....that is true but I'm only using these wires to defeat you not torture people with them" said Iyong ju.

"Heh, let's-a see about that" said Luciano. All was silent till Luciano made a slight movement by gripping the handle of one of his twin daggers with his hand only to get his left shoulder brutality cut opened. Despite being fast when it comes to knife throwing, Luciano failed to see Iyong ju's wires coming right at him. "Those wires.....they're so fast" said Young Soo. "Damn it....damn it. I-a didn't even get the chance to attack him. You may have outmatched me at drawing out weapons, but you-a don't stand a chance against me" said Luciano. Iyong ju prepares himself before Luciano suddenly charges at him only to get tackled to the ground by Italy and getting beaten up.

"Leave Iyong ju alone you monster!" yelled Italy as he kept punching Luciano over and over. "STOP IT! STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! YOU'RE-A GOING TO BREAK SOMETHING!" screamed Luciano. Italy didn't stop punching Luciano till he suddenly realized that Luciano went out cold. When Italy saw this he noticed that Luciano had blood all over his face while seeing that his own hands were covered in Luciano's blood. Italy then starts crying. "What have I-a done...? I...I......what came over me...?" asked Italy as he kept crying.

Iyong ju walks over to the crying Italy before embracing him into a protective hug. "I should've stopped when Luicano screamed to me about it.......it's all my-a fault. I'd probably punched him so hard that he's-a dead...." said Italy before burying his face onto Iyong ju's chest. "Feliciano.....it's not your fault. You had lunch Luicano in the face so he wouldn't attack me. You should be happy that you did that" said Iyong ju. "B-But....I-a killed him......how can I be happy?" asked Italy while looking at Iyong ju. "Who says that you'd killed him? Take a look at him yourself" said Iyong ju. Italy did what Iyong ju told hi to do and looked at Luciano only notice that Luciano made some movement indicating that he's still alive.

"Oh my......you're-a right. He's still alive" said Italy with a smile. "Yeah he is. Come on Feliciano let's get out of here" said Yong Soo. "Ve~! Let's go then. Say Iyong ju, where did you-a exactly get those wires from?" asked Italy. "Well...I....I was cursed by Arthur after faking to kill Yong Soo" said Iyong ju. "No you didn't. You got those wires from Haemosu didn't you?" asked Yong Soo. "What? No I didn't. Besides I've always that you believe that all forms of supernatural things all come from Sojonhang but mainly being Seokga" said Iyong ju.

"That's not true" said Yong Soo. "Oh yes it is" said Iyong ju before walking away. "No it's not. That reminds me, I heard from Vatican City that you were given a special sword. Is it the same sword that the legendary general known as Kim Yu-shin had?" asked Yong Soo. "No Yong Soo, it's just a plain old regular sword. It's actually a heirloom that belonged to.....well...some girl's family" said Iyong ju. "Oooooh does my big bro have a girlfriend?" asked Yong Soo mockingly as Iyong ju suddenly blushed. "S-Shut up! I had one but that was a longtime ago" said Iyong ju before walking away.

~Later that day~

"Luciano has been defeated, we got our friends back, everyone's still here. Go work Team Allied and Axis Powers! Mission accomplished" said America. "Why are you-a still calling us that?" asked Romano. "So did anything happen while you were imprisoned?" asked England. "Well China did got a needle stabbed to his back by Flavio, but it's nothing serious" said Oliver. "Technically, I've noticed zhat Luciano vas hiding somezhing vhich appeared to be glowing vhile ve got trapped in zhat cage" said Roland. "Wait....you saw something glowing?" asked England.

"Yeah, but ve veren't given much time to study zhe vay how it glowed. It's a mystery" said Roland. "How interesting" said England. "I can't believe zat you trapped me in ice. Vhy vould you do zat?" asked France. "That's because I had to show my 2P what winter is like" said Russia. "But you didn't have to zat you know" said France. "Heh, sorry" said Russia.

"Ve~! Let's-a celebrate our victory with a party" said Italy. "Ja, zhis party iz going to be hosted by zhe awesome me" said Prussia. "Hold on zhere for just a minute, if jou're going to be hosting zhis party zhen it's going to be jour responsibility to clean up after yourself" said Germany. "Relax Vest, how bad can zhis party be anyvay?" asked Prussia

~SpongeBob Narrtor Voice: 5:06 a.m~

"Zhat vas an awesome party, right guys?" asked Prussia who recovered from being wasted. "It sure was. This place is a disaster, aru" said China. "Thank god that Germany isn't here to see this" said Japan. "This is why Gilbert shouldn't be hosting parties" said Iyong ju. "Hey guys, I've found Ludwig. He's all passed out on a couch out in the hallway with a smile on his face. Plus Feliciano is out there with him" said Yong Soo. "Ve~! You're-a so happy when you start having beer. You-a really need to smile more often" said Italy.

~Meanwhile~

"Luciano, you have failed to kill the 1Ps" said a voice. "I know I-a have, but I promise that I'll-a make up to you" said Luciano as he was kneeling on one knee. "I had enough of your promises. I gave you a task and you allowed your own 1P to beat you up. How pathetic" said the voice. "I know that I-a had messed up big time, but I have something that was worth the trouble. I-a present to you the Glassed Rose" said Luciano while pulling out the Glassed Rose. "My god, it can't be. That's the Glassed Rose! Finally, we've found it at last" said the voice happily. "Eh? What do you-a mean by we?" asked Luciano.

"Tell it my top leading engineers, doctors, and scientists that's what. Since you and your 2Ps have been outmatched, we've decided to recreate the 2Ps that were dissolved during the events of a war that you'd previously mentioned" said the voice. "Y-You've-a successfully recreated them? How is this possible?" asked Luciano. "Easy, we used the DNA of the other 1P countries and with a little bit of slicing their molecules mostly their double helix, we've created their 2P counterparts. They're named by the way and are in their own respective chamber. We have Magnus Densen, Egor Von Brock, Thurston Väinämöinen, Egil Steilsson, Loke Bondevik, Bernard Oxenstierna, Anastasia Arlovskaya, Raimonds Galante, Tomas Laurinaitis, Katya Chernenko, Julie Héderváry, Franciszek Łukasiewicz, Elise Vogel, Voss Zwingli, Andres....eh....I hate the fact this his name is so long but you get the picture, and finally we have Paul the 2P version of Sealand" said the voice. "Oh my god, this is-a incredible! With all of these recreations, I-a might get back at my counterpart and his stupid allies" said Luciano before laughing maniacally. "Oh and that reminds me, we've created 2P South Korea along with your grandpa. To add on to this, we found away to fuse a 1P and their 2P together in one body which will be the body of the 1P" said the voice.

"My grandpa!? Why in the world would you-a bring back my- heh, I guess that fusing thing could work against North Korea's wires" said Luciano. "Wires? Hmm, I think I know what you're talking about. Those wires that North Korea have are very thick and long that they're impossible to see till it's too late. Plus those wires are colored blue meaning that they were blessed and they can cut into anything. He wears fingerless gloves just so he won't feel any discomfort when he pulls those wires out" said the voice. "Where did you-a get all of this information from?" asked Luciano. "Oh, I've been watching North Korea after since he first used them. Also from now on I want you to refer me as Sang-je and don't you ever forget it" said Sang-je as he stepped out the shadows revealing himself to Luciano. "Hehehehe......I-a can't wait for sweet ever sounding revenge" said Luciano before his evil laughter filled the entire room.

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia: the lost world #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia characters

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salmonthestoryteller · 7 years

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Never Wilting

An Hetalia Fanfic

People had called him The Fool, but feared him nonetheless. Japan had asked his wife once if she feared him. Ever enigmatic, her smile had always seemed the smile of someone who knew the answer to every secret. “His actions are ever the child, What is there to fear from a child?”

“And yet he is cruel. How is a child cruel?”

She’d laughed in response. “Who is crueler than a child?”

Russia sometimes reminded him of a child. His curiosity. His innocent smile. But there was another side to him. A darker side that threatened violence with a metal pipe and a chilling fascination.

He’d been an implement in an era of change. He’d killed more people single handedly than anyone other than the two of them knew. There was one, though, to whom he wasn’t a blood soaked vision of death. To her he’d once asked how she loved him knowing. Her expression was soft and open, a complete contrast to the smug secrets of his previous confidant.

“Because I love him.” She’d replied. “And when you love someone, you love all of them. From the parts that delight you to the parts that displease you. Their lightness and their darkness. You embrace it all with love.”

He’d though about her words as world meetings came and went. As the world grew and changed. And Russia seemed to remain sadly alone.

Japan remembered what it was like to be all alone. And while some days he was tempted to run and hide again, most days he was happy with how things were. But the more he saw him off to the side again and again, the less happy he felt. It took him a long time to find the nerve to go speak with him, though. It was after a meeting, which had gone about as well as expected - which was to say they’d accomplished absolutely nothing, that he’d followed him into the hallway.

“Russia-san.”

The European Nation tilted his head as he gazed at him - looking slightly surprised and slightly confused by this change of routine. And Japan couldn’t help but think that the expression was absolutely adorable. “Japan, did you need something from Russia?”

“No, I merely…” Japan hesitated, not sure what to say then. He’d wanted to speak to him, but it didn’t seem appropriate to ask outright if he was lonely or felt excluded. It might even anger the other nation to be called out on his solitude. “I wished to inquire if you are well.”

Russia stared at him, face completely perplexed. And the expression was again so sweet that Japan had the strongest urge to pull out his phone and take a picture. “I am neither sick nor injured. Did Japan have a reason to believe otherwise?”

“Ah…no…” He glanced down at the floor, wondering if he’d managed to ruin everything anyhow by asking the wrong question. “I was trying to…as America once put it “make small talk”.“

"Small talk is made to lead to big talk.” Russia responded. “Did Japan want to make big talk with me?”

He felt his face heat, and did his best to ignore the way the sentence made his insides twist. “No, merely small talk.”

A large hand rested on his head, ruffling his hair, he half expected downward pressure like he had seen the other exert on other nations. But it was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving him feeling rather bereft. “I have no small talk for you, but I am happy you offered.”

When Japan dared to look up, the smile on Russia’s face was brighter than he’d ever witnessed. And he wondered how he could have ever been nervous around someone with such a sweet smile.

The next day he found a sunflower at his station, and while a few of his fellow nations fussed and shot Russia suspicious looks, Japan wasn’t bothered in the least. As the conference wore on, though, he pondered how to thank the other for his gift. Eventually pulling out some origami paper and folding it discreetly behind his folder. He almost expected to be caught and called upon for the distraction, but since the other nations tended to cause large distractions, he wasn’t surprised that he managed to finish without being caught.

Russia didn’t leave the room right away, and Japan had the feeling he was was waiting for him as he approached where he sat. “Thank-you for the flower, Russia-san.” He bowed to him. “It would be inappropriate of me to accept the gift without returning it though.”

The smile on the other nation’s face wavered, and he looked distant. “Japan wants to return my gift?”

“No! To return a gift would be the height of inappropriate behavior!” He exclaimed before he realized his own outburst. “Um…forgive me. I’m very sorry. I wish to keep the gift, that is, unless you wish it back. I would like to give you one of my own.” He offered the little paper flower he’d spend the conference crafting.

Russia’s eyes widened in delight and he’d taken the paper craft with the most delicate of care. “Japan is giving me a sunflower too?”

“Ah, it is only a poor paper imitation. I hope you do not dislike it.”

Russia’s response was the same brilliant, innocent smile of the previous day. “I like Japan’s sunflower very much.”

Japan wondered if it was possible to be addicted to a smile.

While he was preparing to leave the next day, a knock came on the door to his hotel room. He had a list in his head of possible visitors, but what he didn’t expect to find was a flustered delivery man with a pot of live sunflowers.

It was expensive to ship flowers oversees, but every morning when he watered the little pot of sunflowers on his porch he knew it was worth it. He was saddened to realize, though, that even potted sunflowers died. Months later he only had an empty pot to look at rather forlornly.

He saw it at a store in Kitakyushu. While he might have just as easily found it in any other location, it seemed more than appropriate to discover there. And when the next conference came he was beside himself with excitement over presenting it to Russia.

The morning of the conference he arrived early, his package wrapped under one arm. He waited anxiously as other nations drifted inside - each time the door opened he felt his heart leap and fall again. He wondered if that was healthy, but when Russia finally entered he really didn’t care. He made his way to his seat, bowing in greeting. “Good morning, Russia-san.”

“Japan wishes to make small talk again?” Russia asked, but found his eyes drifting to the package.

“No, I wished to thank-you for the sunflowers you sent. I took them to my home with me. I was sad when they wilted.”

“All things wilt in time.” Russia answered calmly. “Even the best sunflower does not last forever.”

“Oh, but I have one that will!” He offered the package to the other. Russia was giving him that perplexed, tilted head look again. And he really needed to get a picture of it. “Please accept this return gift in thanks to the one you gifted to me.” He remembered to say.

Russia’s look brightened and he sat down to open the package. When the little toy was unveiled, a sewn smile on it’s cheerful face, his eyes widened. “This is a sunflower too.”

“Yes, but it is very kawaii, and it will never wilt. And that is not all, please watch.” Reaching out a hand, he turned on the power. Music started to come tinnily from the speaker, and the sunflower bobbed and waved to it in some semblance of a dance. “It is a most kawaii sunflower, see?”

Russia was enthralled by the little toy, eyes wide with delight. Japan felt a proud smile come to his face at his accomplishment. The smile quickly disappeared when Russia leaned forward to press a kiss on what was approximately the sunflower’s forehead. And Japan realized that the dark gnawing feeling that replaced his previous delight was jealousy toward the little cheerful toy.

Later that evening, though, there was a knock on the door that sounded somewhat frantic. Japan had a list of possible visitors in mind, but the last thing he expected was for Russia to enter with the Sunflower toy, face completely despondent. “Your sunflower wilted.”

Japan blinked, closing the door behind him. “I’m sorry, Russia-san?”

“The happy sunflower wilted. It won’t dance anymore.” He sounded horribly depressed as he sat in the chair and set the sunflower on the coffee table.

Japan wandered over to the toy, inspecting it with care. He pressed the button, and though he heard a faint whirr. “Ah! I think I know the problem.” He went to his luggage, pulling out a set of batteries and came back to kneel by the table. He quickly replaced the batteries, and soon the tinny cheerful song was filling his hotel room. Russia’s smile was bright again, and Japan ignored the little dark side of him that was tempted to throw the toy across the room.

“Thank-you, Japan. I am glad you made small talk with me. And I am very glad for your gift.”

Suddenly Russia leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, just as he had the toy flower’s at the conference. Japan quickly forgot his jealousy of the inanimate object as he smiled up at the larger nation. Because from then on, he was certain he would always love any sunflower.

Fini

So several years ago when the APH fluffathon was a thing, I claimed this prompt and wrote this. Talk about rarepairs.

Kitakyushu’s city flower is the Sunflower!

The referenced historical figures are Nobunaga and his wife. (Samurai Warriors fan? Who, me?)

#aph fanfic #fanfic #aph hetalia #ruspan #aph #hetalia #russia x japan #aph russia #aph japan #rare pair

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mvsicbookfrxndom · 7 years

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OKAY, LISTEN UP, EVERYONE, 'CAUSE I HAVE THE BEST MOTHERFLIPPING STORY EVER TO TELL YOU!!!

Here's a mental image to paint in your mind:

A socially impaired, lonely teenage girl is hiding in the bedroom she shares with her younger sister from her parents, reading fanfiction on a device she isn't supposed to be using because she's a rule-breaking savage. It's spring break, which should be really fun and awesome, but it isn't because her home life isn't really all that great. Which is why she's hiding in the bedroom she shares with her younger sister from her parents.

She isn't just reading any old fanfiction, either. She's reading Monsieur George deValier's Hetalia: Axis Powers fanfics. They transport her to a world of ubiquitously inclusive homonormativity and give her hope that true love always wins in the end, because its love. No matter what gender anyone happens to love.

Her parents would pass out if they knew what kind of scandalous stories her eyes gobble up while they converse suspiciously about whether or not their rogue daughter is slitting her wrists upstairs.

Which she isn't. She's doing something almost more painful - imagining what it would be like to come out of the closet. To openly admit to the whole world that she isn't monosexual - in fact, she's the furthest thing from it. To have more accepting parents, to have more accepting people around her in general. To not be judged, to be safe in her home instead of being cast out, abandoned. To find her one true love and be devoted forever, whatever gender they might identify as, because that couldn't matter less to her.

George deValier's works have brought to her life a new dimension she never imagined she'd discover. She wishes she could meet him - who knows if he's even a man at all? - and hug him. Tell him he's changed her life forever. Thank him for existing. If only anyone knew who he was so this could happen.

TL;DR: I love George deValier more than my own family.

There's my "setting the scene" portion of this post. Now here comes the crazy story portion!

So I'm reading Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart, the first deValier work my eyes have ever had the blessing of experiencing, and there are no words - in any of the multiple languages I am fluent in - for how much it's affected me (not even French, the most romantic language on earth).

I've probably read half of the works on fanfiction.net and AO3 combined, but nothing has come even close to this. At all. The writing is sublime, the plots intricate beyond belief, and the character development positively shocking in its detail. The dedication and talent spent on this is almost scary to think about, not to mention the research that must have taken years to complete, so the stories could be as historically accurate as humanly possible. What's the point in writing fanfiction if this is what you're up against? I'm close to giving up one of my favorite things to do in the whole world because of how shook I am, but if this is how I go down, I'll be going down happy.

Though I've been reading for hours, I've only reached chapter 5, since my eyes have been taking their time to lasciviously devour every letter and fully grasp the meaning of each delicious sentence before allowing further conquest. However, I am no less enamored by the magnificent, captivating story than when I just started it at what seems like a lifetime ago.

As I near the end of ch.5, I almost screech out loud when I read the conversation between Feli and Ludwig about the latter's fighter aircraft Greta. About a quarter of the reason why is because Ludwig just confessed that there is no special girl of his, and my angsty soul is ripping me apart because I need one of them to confess their love for the other RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I'LL DIE.

The rest of the reason is because of who appeared in my mind when I read this scene. The worst person on the planet to think about when you're reading a homoerotic fanfiction is your female ELA teacher, but that's what happened, but not for the reasons you're undoubtedly assuming.

You see, my ELA teacher's name is Mrs. Schmit.

I lose my utter shit. I'm going insane, absolutely bonkers, over the fact that my freakin' ELA teacher's name is in this book, discounting the extra T. Of all the places to find her name, of all the things to remind me of her...

So I come up with the most bloody brilliant idea in the history of the world. I screenshot this section of the book, taking way longer than needed so I can be positive there's no evidence of two men lying next to each other in a field of flowers and tall grass having a "no homo, I'm just wondering, I'm not interested in you at all" chat about their lack of girlfriends to each other by making the font super big and swiping the page up so the dropdowns can conceal Feli's obviously masculine name. By the time I'm done working my magic, the conversation is cutesy and innocent, and, most importantly, there's no mention of anything scandalous. All that's left of the passage is the Greta Schmitt joke, which I consider adorable, clever, and laugh-out-loud funny. At the very least, it's mildly amusing.

Then I send her a picture attachment with the screenshot, along with this exact message, through my school email:

"Hi, Mrs. Schmit!

"I really hope you are having a fantastic spring break so far!

"I'm just sending you this email because I was reading a story and a little part of it brought you to mind immediately (for reasons that will become obvious if you look at the file I attached). This scene was also funny, so I thought it would be something interesting to send you. Maybe it will be a source of amusement for you during this leisurely time off from school.

"Have a great rest of your break, and see you on Monday!"

And then, of course, I sign off the email with my name.

The file I attach to the email is the original screenshot I took. The picture I've attached to this post is a screenshot of that screenshot as it appeared to my teacher. It's pretty meta and rad since I screenshot-ed the screenshot at the same time of the original screenshot one day later.

They're also the same except in the picture in this post, which is the latter picture, the portrait orientation lock is on and in the bottom left hand corner the previous page arrow isn't glowing. I feel the need to point these discrepancies out because they wreak havoc on my perfectionist OCD and if they are destroying you inside as well, I want you to know that I'm aware of these mistakes and I'm incredibly sorry.

On a lighter, less soul-crushing note, what about proposing a fun drinking game? Throw back some liquid every time the word "screenshot" appears in the paragraph before the one above. You'll be sloshed by the third sentence.

Oh yeah - and if you were wondering why my phone says 1:17 WD instead of AM or PM, that's because my device's preferred language is Oromoo. WD is ante meridiem - AM.

At first I hesitate to send the email immediately, because of the indecent time of day it is - i.e. not daytime at all - and the fear that I'll really piss off Mrs. Schmit by sending her a completely unnecessary email at 2 in the morning in a week when she shouldn't bother dealing with anything having to do with her students. It's break, after all.

And if there's one thing I don't want, it's Mrs. Schmit to be annoyed by me. Even though she's very intimidating and I can't help but be extremely scared of her, she's an absolutely fantastic teacher (though I don't think she'd believe me if I told her so) and I like her a lot as a person. Thus, I don't want her deductions on me to be negative, especially since I'm pretty sure she finds me very book smart with good grades, but flighty and scatterbrained (which I am, but not in a cool way). If this rather risky email backfires, it won't improve her opinion of me at all.

Another possibility also occurs to me - what if she finds out what kind of story the picture is from? Or the story itself? It wouldn't be hard at all; it would take me two milliseconds to locate that story. I could be in deep shit, but... In that moment, it doesn't matter to me. I'd probably laugh my ass off. She'd die of shock. It would be hilarious.

To be completely honest, I don't even enjoy the story more because of the gayness, or the lust, or the sex. Meaning, it seems more taboo that a presumably straight girl is reading a mildly erotic gay fanfiction as opposed to a straight one, presumably to get a sexual high from all the possibilities and fantasies manufactured by manipulated attraction, but for me that isn't it at all. The sex isn't even a bonus. I don't mind it, but it isn't the reason I love the story so much. If anyone saw me reading it, that's what they'd automatically think, but I'm not drawn to that. I'm asexual anyway, so I'm not even planning to ever have sex. It just doesn't have that allure or even stigma for me. An example: I occasionally watch porn, but it doesn't turn me on in the least, contrary to what one might assume. I just find it fascinating and laughable, not to mention disgusting and more proof of the downfall of humanity.

When I read books like George's, I adore them because of the writing prowess and talent. The plot twists. The characters. The worldbuilding. That's the shit I'm obsessed with. Not the literary porn in the least! Although it does provide amusement and intrigue.

I feel like I should just clear that up. I wish the story was more... ahem... appropriate, or my motivations for consuming it more ubiquitous, so I wouldn't have to worry about sending an appropriate snippet of it to my teacher, but it's George motherflippin' deValier, so nothing else needs to be said. It's perfect. (Just like you, dear beloved darling reading this!) No further explanation needed.

Also, I'm fairly certain her curiosity wouldn't be piqued enough to actually track the story from my email down, which is a comforting thought. Then again, every time I'm left alone with my thoughts, they conjure up an image of Mrs. Schmit sitting at a computer in a dark room, the artificial blue light illuminating her face as if she's some deep web underground black market Anonymous hacker, Googling the transcript of the fated snapshot, her green eyes widening as she begins reading.

I fucking hate my brain. It hates me too.

So before I can change my mind, I hit send and continue through the glorious Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart, a devilish, Alfred F. Jones-type smile spreading across my face. There's no going back now. It is done.

Exceeding my highest expectations regarding a response, I don't even need to wait a full 24 hours before my unread emails total increases by one.

To anyone who's gotten the far, it's been an unjustly long post in the making. The moment you've all been waiting for with an anticipation that rivals that of a beat drop in a particularly lit dubstep track. Don't get too excited, though, because I have this frustrating habit of letting people down and I have a feeling this is no exception. You know, since you're all the way down here, you deserve a treat. What'll it be? Tea and biscuits? Nachos? Poutine? It's up to you. Ask and you shalt receive. I am your humble servant, friends.

Here is her response to my groundbreaking, world-changing email:

"Hi __{my_name}__,

"Yes, that was cute and made me smile!!! I hope your Spring Break is going well.

"Thank you,

" "Messerschmitt" "

DID YOU SEE THAT, GUYS???

SHE PUT THREE EXCLAMATION POINTS AND SIGNED OFF AS "MESSERSCHMITT".

I HAVE WON LIFE! I'VE SUCCEEDED! I AM A CHAMPION!!!

Mon Dieu, she liked the deValier excerpt. She made a fucking reference to it. She's got to be my favorite teacher now.

Don't know how to end this, so I guess...

...y'all, we need to start an international manhunt for our Lord and Savior George deValier. If we find him I can do all the things I said I would. If I get cancer, that's what I'll ask Make-A-Wish.

HIS STORIES NEED TO BE MOVIES I SWEAR TO HIMA-PAPA OR ELSE...

ok I'm done now

#hetalia #fanfics #anime #original post

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the-graystone-chronicles-blog · 7 years

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Bad Girls Club (Levi x Reader)

This is based off the song “Bad Girls Club” by Falling in Reverse. Listen to it here: youtu.be/laHji9uvZFA

Just a warning, the song and this story contain swearing.

You weren’t quite sure how you ended up in this situation. Yet, here you were in the middle of a showdown between Levi and Petra. Levi had asked for your help breaking up with Petra.

Flashback

“(F/N)! Thank you so much for being willing to meet me here.” Levi thanked you profusely.

You tilted your head in confusion and sat in your seat. Levi had asked you to meet him in your guys’ favorite coffee shop. You noticed his foot bouncing up and down; this wasn’t like Levi at all. He was usually so calm and collected, but right now he looked downright frazzled. “Is everything okay, Levi?” you asked.

Levi ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply. “I really need your help, (F/N).”

You wanted to reach over and hold his hand, but you knew that he was dating Petra. “What’s going on?” concern filling your voice.

“It’s Petra. I just can’t take it anymore.” he gritted out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Confusion flitted across your face. “What do you mean?”

“Let me start from the beginning. Is that alright?” he asked.

You nodded and folded your hands.

“Hanji told me that she had someone she wanted me to meet. Well I met up with the girl and she introduced herself as Petra. Damn, she was so beautiful and I could tell that she really liked me. I have never met anyone like her. She was different you know…I really thought that she was the one for me.” He fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

Your chest tightened painfully. You would never admit it to him, but you had loved him since you were kids. Levi had always been there for you, and you for him. ‘He probably just sees me as a sister. He’d never love me like I love him.’ You returned your focus to Levi who continued on with his story.

“I lose myself when I’m with her. I’m drawn to her and I can’t seem to tear myself away. I guess you could say I was under her spell, or drunk on her love. Haha.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

You found this habit of his adorable. It brought a small smile to your face, but you quickly hid it before he could see. “Sounds like you love her a lot.” You whispered quietly.

He looked down at his lap, “I did, but not anymore. Here, let me show you something.” He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and set it in front of me. “She’s always texting me! It’s like I can’t have a moment to myself.” His phone chirped, signaling another text from Petra. “I get so tired of it. I really want her to give me some time to myself. I’ve honestly considered changing my number.” You looked at his phone and read the latest text message from her.

To: Levi

From: Petra

Hey baby! You haven’t texted me back. Are you okay? <3

You held back my laughter as you read through hundreds of text messages from her. “Wow, she’s dedicated. I’ll give her that.”

Levi sent a glare your direction. “I’m serious (F/N). That’s not even the worst of it.”

You stopped and looked up at Levi. “What do you mean?”

Levi ran his hand through his hair again. “There are times that I have seen her outside my house (F/N). Do you know how fucking terrifying that is? I told her to stop showing up outside my home.”

Your eyes widened, “That’s not okay Levi. That’s stalker behavior. How did she respond?”

Levi let out a laugh, “That’s the best part. She called the cops on me! Though, it was pretty funny watching them scold her when she told them it was because I was being mean to her.”

This time, you didn’t hesitate to grab his hand. “Levi, you need to break up with her. Her attachment to you is unhealthy. If you won’t do it for yourself, then please do it for me. I don’t like seeing you like this. I’ve know you almost my whole life and I’ve never seen you like this. Please.”

He let out a shaky breath. “Okay. I’ll call it quits. No more games, no more fighting.”

You squeezed his hand, “Good.”

At that moment, his phone dinged. He looked at the notification and sighed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He slid his phone across the table and you looked at it again.

Twitter:

Mentioned by @TreeHuggerRal: Hey @FancyCravat <3 I miss you! Do you miss me?

You handed Levi his phone and chuckled when it went off again. Levi looked up at me with irritation in his eyes. “She was social media stalking me and found out that we’re here together. She’s pretty pissed.”

You suddenly stood up making Levi look at you, “Where are you going?”

You made your way around the table and hugged him. You hadn’t done this in a long time; you wanted to, but given your feelings for him and the fact that he had a girlfriend, you decided it wasn’t smart. But, seeing him hurting like this outweighed every reason you could ever think of not to hug him. “I’ll help you Levi. I will always be here to help you! It’s been just you and me for a while now.”

You didn’t see it, but Levi’s eyes widened as he realized you were right. How has he not realized this before? You had always been at his side supporting him, but he had lost sight of that when he met Petra. He realized that he had been blind to his feelings all along. He loved you with all his heart; he knew that now, and he was going to make sure you knew.

“I’m guessing we don’t have much time. How do you want to handle this?” You asked, letting go of him.

He thought for a moment, "Will you meet me at the park tomorrow? I just need you there with me. You give me courage.” He gave you one of his rare smiles,

You chest tightened. ‘I love him so very much. I wish I could tell him, but I don’t want to ruin anything.’ You smiled back, “The one we played in when we were little?”

Levi nodded, “Think you could be there around 11:30?”

“Sure!” You nodded.

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek as he got up. "What would I do without you?” he whispered in your ear. With that, he left the coffee shop.

Your eyes widened as you placed your hand on your cheek. Your face flushed as you sat there. It was only when the waiter asked if you were okay that you realized you had been sitting there holding your face. 'I wonder what tomorrow will hold…’

~Time Skip 'cause the rest of the day was boring xD~

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone going off. From Levi:

Hey, thanks for being willing to help me out today. You’re a lifesaver. Want me to pick you up?

You couldn’t help but smile as you read his text. You quickly replied.

To Levi:

I’m happy to help! You’re my best friend, remember? It’s what we do. <3 I’m sure you’d do the same for me. And yes, I’d love for you to pick me up. :)

You jumped up and started getting ready for the day. You chose your favorite pair of black skinny jeans, a Black Veil Brides t-shirt (Hey, don’t judge-they’re amazing!), and your (F/C) Converse. You decided to wear a little bit of makeup, just enough to hide any blemishes on your face. A (F/C) beanie sat on your head as you tucked any stray strands behind your ear. You have yourself a once over in the mirror and smiled. ‘I look pretty damn good if I do say so myself.’

You hurried down the stairs and quickly ate your breakfast. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed you had a half an hour before Levi would arrive. You turned on Funimation and decided to watch a couple episodes of Hetalia. Soon, you heard a knock on your door.

“Oi, brat. It’s time to go!” You heard from the other side.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his impatience. “Coming!” You grab your bag and head out.

You and Levi walked side by side down the sidewalk. Every now and then your fingers would brush and cause your heart rate to increase. ‘I wish I could hold his hand.’

As if reading your thoughts, you felt a warmth engulf your hand. You gave Levi a sideways glance, but he kept his eyes forward. You turned your gaze back to in front of you. “It’s to keep my nerves in check.” He whispered.

You squeezed his hand and responded, “It’ll be okay. I’ll help you out in any way I can.”

He nodded.

You finally arrived at the park with 5 minutes to spare. You stopped when you saw the back of Petra’s head.

“What’s wrong?” Levi asked, his steel eyes searching your face.

“Did you tell Petra I was coming?” You ask hesitantly.

Levi adverted his gaze.

“Ugh! Levi, that’s going to make this meeting worse.” You sigh heavily.

He mutters an apology.

You take a deep breath and continue forward. ‘I can do this. I’m here to help Levi. I can do this.’

Levi squeezed your hand once more before letting go. “Petra.”

“Levi!” She turned around showing off her huge grin, it quickly turned into a glare when she saw you. “What is she doing here?” She asked, venom evident in her voice.

You glared right back at her. You were tough. You had been through a lot in your lifetime and it would take a hell of a lot more to intimidate you. Under your glare, you could see hers falter.

“I asked her to come.” Levi answered.

“Why? What do you need her for?” She turned her gaze to Levi.

He turned to you. “I needed her here.” You gave him an encouraging nod. “I have something I need to tell you.”

Petra raised an eyebrow.

“I’m breaking up with you. This relationship is too intense for me. I’ve also realized that I have been in love with someone else all this time, I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I’m sorry Petra. I’m just not the right man for you.” Levi laid everything out for Petra.

Your mind caught on one particular sentence. ‘He’s been in love with someone else? Could it be? No, he doesn’t see me that way.’ You turned your focus back to Petra and Levi.

Petra was giving Levi her tearful puppy eyes face. “Please don’t break up with me! I love you!”

Levi shook his head, “I’m in love with someone else. It wouldn’t be fair to any of the parties involved.”

“Who is it?” She asked, tears no longer threatening to spill from her eyes. Instead, her hands were balled into fists; her knuckles were turning white from her clenching.

Levi turned to you and grabbed your hand. “(F/N), my best friend. She’s been my rock and support through everything. I owe her so much, and I guess I fell in love with her at some point. I’ve never met a woman quite like her.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

Your eyes widen at Levi’s sudden and unexpected confession. A gentle smile graces your face, “I love you too Levi. I’ve loved you for so long.” You threw your arms around Levi and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Why are you crying?” His arms tightened around your waist.

You nuzzled his beck, “I’m just so happy right now. I never thought you’d return my feelings.”

At the sound of someone clearing their throat, you two pull away from each other. “I’m not letting you break up with me Levi, especially since you want to dump me for this bitch.” She came running at you with the intention of taking you down.

You quickly stepped to the side and grabbed her arm. You spun her around and pushed her to the ground. To add insult to injury, you sat on her. “I wouldn’t recommend trying that again.”

Petra pounded her fists on the ground. “You can’t take him from me! He’s my boyfriend!” She spat angrily.

Levi helped you up and wrapped his arms around your waist. Petra stormed off with an angry huff as you and Levi laughed. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face in his chest. He placed his fingers under your chin and lifted your face. He leaned in and gently captured your lips with his. It was a sweet kissed that was full of all the feelings he’d been holding back. You both part and rest your foreheads against the other’s. Neither of you could suppress the grin that spread across both your faces as you both laughed. You nuzzled him again and felt him press his lips against your forehead, followed by a deep chuckle that you felt resonate in his chest.

Feeling playful, you look up at Levi and ask, “So, you’ve never met a woman quite like me, huh?”

Levi pulled you closer and answered, “Tch. Shut up, brat.”

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi x reader #reader insert #fanfic #songfic

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hetalia-tlw · 6 years

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Hetalia: The Lost World Part 3

“So you basically cursed Iyong ju, because he killed his own brother” said Oliver. “Yes I did. In fact it didn’t took long for Iyong ju to realize what I did to him, that he managed to gain his independence from Ivan” said England. “So he when did he actually discovered the curse?” asked Oliver. “I really don’t know when, but during this time, I managed to go back into South Korea to find some clues in Yong Soo’s house. I did find some blood on the floor of his living room and did some sampling. It turns out that the moment when he slapped Iyong ju on the face, Iyong ju managed to give the poison to his own brother” said England. “You mean Iyong ju gave Yong Soo the poison by having it rub from his face to his brother’s hand” said Oliver while figuring it out. “Apparently yes” said England.

Before England can say anymore, a timer went off and Oliver went over to the oven. “Oh, my cupcakes are done! Now let’s see what condition these cuties are in” he said. Oliver took out his cupcakes just to find that there’re fine. He then carried the tray with him down the basement stairs, as England follows him. England kept following Oliver until he reached the same room where they left Roland. “Uh lad did you just followed me?” asked Oliver while he turned around thus surprising England.

“Uh, yeah I just did. Tell me where’re you going with those cupcakes and why” said England. “Oh I was just coming down here for feeding time” said Oliver with cheerful look. “Feeding time? Let me guess, you’re feeding 2P Austria cupcakes?” asked England with his arms crossed. “Yeah you got that right, poppet” said Oliver while turning back around to open the door and going inside, with England going in after him. “Lad can you do me a favor? I would like some help to removing that handkerchief off his mouth” said Oliver. “Fine! I’ll help you” sighed England in defeat.

England then went over to Roland to remove the handkerchief that’s covering his mouth. “Argh! Finally it’s about time zhat I can talk again!” said Roland in excitement. “Since you’re so happy, it’s your feeding time” said Oliver smiling. “Feeding time? Zhanks but I’m not hungry for cupcakes, I’m hungry for pizza” said Roland. “Now now Roland, you are hungry and you need something better than pizza” said Oliver. Before Roland could anything else, Oliver was pulled by England.

“Uh Oliver just give it up there is no way you can give him cupcakes” whispered England. “Oh of course he will! Just watch, I’ll using my secret method on him” whispered Oliver with a sinister smile. ‘Did he just used a sinister smile? I’m not sure what my 2P would do to another person or 2P. However since he’s the opposite of me, what could go wrong? Who knows what he’ll do’ thought England as he watched Oliver walk over to Roland and stopping in front of him. “Now listen up Roland. I have been such a nice and caring person, since the day we first met. But there are some people who get on my nerves, especially when they turn down my friendly offers” said Oliver still keeping his smile, while England stands watching the whole scene unfold. “Now Roland, if you try to turn down my offer of cupcakes I’ll be forced to grab you by the base of your neck and with a knife, I’ll slice your throat till you bleed and I’ll start shoving cupcakes down your throat of your already dead body” said Oliver with a creepy smile and a venomous voice. “Okay, okay I give up! Not because I’m hungry, but I’m afraid of vhat jou’ll do to me!” yelled Roland while panicking.

“Now that makes me happy! Here, pick whatever one you want” said Oliver while holding out the tray in front of Roland. Roland is trying to pick one until Oliver cut in saying “Go on ahead poppet, pick your poison” “I’ll guess I’ll chose zhe red one, since it’s mein favorite color” said Roland. “Good choice poppet” said Oliver with a smile. “Actually I can’t move mein hand to grab it, so can jou give me a hand?” asked Roland while trying to move around proving his point to Oliver. “Oh of course! Here let me help you” said Oliver. Soon Roland finished his red cupcake that was made by Oliver, the next thing was both England and Oliver walking out of the room and were heading to the stairs.

“What was that weird atmosphere that I just witnessed?” asked England. “Oh that? Well it counts as your dark side and since 2Ps are created off of your painful and dark times, we even act as the opposites of your personality as a 1P” said Oliver. “When you were talking to Roland, was it true that you have been a nice person to the other 2Ps?” asked England. “Of course I was lad! I’m still am. but however when people turn down my offers to them, even though I was being nice and if they keep giving me a hard time, I’m forced to kill them, by either using a knife to slice their throats or but putting poison in their cupcakes” said Oliver. “Okay, I hope the red cupcake you gave to Roland wasn’t poisonous” said England. “Oh it wasn’t, but I was about ready to drive him into insanity” said Oliver.

“Okay then, if you need me I get ready for a world meeting” said England. “World meeting? I haven’t been to one for a long time. Is it okay if me and Roland tag along with you?” asked Oliver. “Wait… what!? Hold on you just can’t-” England was about to finish his sentence, until he noticed Oliver doing the puppy eyes. “Fine, you guys can come with me. But don’t cause any attention on yourselves. Got it?” said England. “Why thank you! You’re too kind! It’s a deal! Let me go get Roland” said Oliver as he turned back around and quickly came back with Roland behind him. “Okay then, let’s go to the meeting” said England. “Yay!” yelled Oliver in excitement.

~Meanwhile With The Axis~

“And that’s our story” said Norway who was done telling a story to Germany, Italy, and Japan. “So you’re saying that North Korea just scared you to death when you saw him?” asked Japan. “Yes, he did. In fact he even scared Simon way too good” replied Sweden. “I-I wasn’t scared of him! What are you guys talking about? I was so awesome” said Denmark while standing up in a spotlight. “Oh yes you were. In fact you were so scared of him after he sliced your axe in two” said Finland. “Hey what are you doing!? Quit making a mess! If you…. ahh!” yelled Iceland.

“S-Sorry! I-a was trying to-a make-a pasta, but my-a fingers slipped when you-a scared me!” yelled Italy while trying clean up the mess. “Sorry Berwald about the kitchen even though I should clean it; however, it’s Simon’s turn” said Iceland. “What!? The king of the Nordics doesn’t do chores! Instead his royal and most trustworthy subjects do the cleaning” said Denmark while crossing his arms. “Technically kings also do everyday chores, they even do chores when it’s just their own privacy” said Sweden. “What!? So I’ve been doing chores during my conquering days!? How could I’ve not known!?” yelled Denmark in defeat. “Looks like somebody needs to go to the box of shame” said Norway.

“Seriously!? Do I have to?” asked Denmark. “Yeah you do. For only ten minutes so you can clean up the mess. Then it’s back to the box for about twenty minutes” said Finland. “T-Twenty minutes!? Well then I better get it over it” said Denmark while standing up and having Iceland lead him to the box of shame. “Japan ve need to go, ve got a vorld meeting” said Germany while looking at his phone. “Another worrd meeting? Who is it being run by?” asked Japan. “It’s by England. Verdammt, it better not be about France or America” said Germany.

Germany then went into the Nordic’s kitchen to get Italy and was surprised by the mess. “Mein gott, I need to teach Italy how to clean up after himself” said Germany. “No, not the pasta! Let-a me fix this-a bit” said Italy. “Italy! Ve need to go! Ve got a-” Germany was soon cut off by Italy who pulled out a white flag and started to wave it around saying “No no no! Don’t-a hurt me! I-a surrender!” Germany then made Italy turn around to face him and Italy then stopped waving his flag. “Oh, Germany! When-a did you-a get in-a here?” asked Italy. “Zhis isn’t zhe time to be playing games, Italy! Ve need to go, right now! Ve got a vorld meeting!” said Germany. Soon Italy, Germany, and Japan then left the Nordic 5 territory and are heading to the United Nations in New York.

~Meanwhile At The United Nations~

“So this is your United Nations headquarters? I like it” said Oliver while holding a rope to Roland. “I vas hoping it vill have a lot of shades of red” said Roland who was disappointed with the colors of the walls. “Anyway we’re almost getting closer to the meeting room. When we get there I want you to take a seat by the window” said England. “Isn’t there suppose to a lot of seats for every single country of the world?” asked Oliver. “There is. However, since a lot of countries aren’t around and some of them are dissolved there are a lot of empty seats” said England. “So if they are empty seats that belonged to countries that are dissolved or busy doing their own thing, then is it okay if we seat in them?” asked Oliver.

“Find you may. But you and Roland must be together so people won’t get confused” said England. “Okay, thanks” said Oliver as he and Roland found two seats and sat down in them. Soon all the countries came and sat down, even the Axis came along with the rest of the Allied Powers came (expect for America, cuz’ he’s late again). Canada who was one of first people to come in and went unnoticed sat down between Oliver and Roland. “Ello there lad! You must be Canada! Nice to meet you!” said Oliver while smiling at Canada.

“Uhh… t-thanks y-you’re too k-kind. Wait… Arthur you know me, so why are you saying that I must be Canada?” asked Canada. “Oh lad. I may be England, but I’m 2P England and my name is Oliver Kirkland. The gentleman next to you is 2P Austria” said Oliver. Canada then turned his head over to 2P Austria and waved a hello sign to him, which to his surprise he heard 2P Austria saying “Hallo zhere! Nice to meet jou! I am 2P Austria, but jou call me Roland Edelstein und I like rock ‘n’ roll” said Roland. Soon America then came in late, while trying to catch his breath. “Jou’re late, America! Vhy iz zhat?” asked Germany while looking at America who was sweat dropping.

“Hehe! Sorry Germany, I was just running from trouble and coming from McDonald’s. In speaking of which, I’m gonna chow down on this delicious Big Mac” said America while unwrapping a Big Mac and began eating it as he went to sit down. “Okay zhen vith zhat out of zhe vay, let’s get down to business” said Germany. France who got up without being asked said “I got a vhole lot of text messages from Arthur, some of zhem said 'bloody frog’ and vat vas zis about an old friend vho returned?” asked France. While everyone was talking about this, America was having a moment with himself.

*Flashback*

“Damn it! The hero just got a whole lot of text messages from Arthur. Oh! What’s this? Holy crap, I gotta get going!” yelled America as he gotten a message from England to come to another world meeting. While America ran out of his house, cut through the woods to get to the United Nations (and McDonald’s) faster.

In the woods, America kept running, until he was suddenly stopped by a North Korean swat team. At first America couldn’t make out the flag design on their arms until he realized what country they’re from. America was about to say something until he was tackled to the ground by a mysterious person wearing a full black military uniform, that looks similar to Germany’s. While America was on the ground he yelled at the person who tackled him saying “Just who are you and why would you tackle the hero like that?” “Geuligo dangsin-eun geuleon na hante eotteohge silhaeng gamhi (And how dare you run from me like that)” said the man. “What? Umm… dude I don’t know what you just said. Do you have a translator or can you please speak English?” asked America. Just after America finished talking a man with glasses came along with a woman wearing a military uniform.

“Well of course he has a translator and you’re even looking right at him. What he just said was in the language of Korean and he was asking you why were you running from him” said the man. “Uhh… I was going to a world meeting and I’m even more late because of you guys. By the way can I get some names here?” asked America. “Well umm… sorry about that. I am North Korea’s private translator and my name is Hyeon” said Hyeon. “I am North Korea’s leader and commander of the both North Korean army and swat team, but you may call me Chung-Cha” said the woman standing next to Hyeon. “Okay cool dude and dudette! I am Alfred F. Jones, but I’m known as the hero, but you may call me America!” said America with smile and giving a thumps up on the ground. “Hello America hero” said Chung-Cha with a stern expression.

“By the way who’s North Korea? I thought I heard Arthur saying that he dissolved” said America while giving a puzzled look. “Dangsin-I wi ui hananeun, dangsin-eun babo (The one who’s above you, you moron)!” yelled the man who’s atop of America. “Uh… dudes I need some of that translation here” said America. “He just said that he’s North Korea and he’s the guy who tackled you” said Hyeon. “Oh you mean this guy who’s on top of me? Umm… dude can you please get off? I would like to stand up now” said America as the man the did what he was asked/told and allowed him to stand up. America then got up and started to do superhero poses, as a form of checking his circulation.

“Geulaeseo migug eun hangug jeonjaeng e daehae alh-eun nalaleul gieog (So America remember the country whom you battled against in the Korean War)?” asked North Korea. “He asked if you remember battling against him during the Korean War” said Hyeon. “Well I do recall helping South Korea in order to stop North Korea, but I never knew who was the actual personification of North Korea” said America. “Geuleom dangsin eun yeojeonhi hangug-i jug-eossdaneun geos-eul deudgo gieog haneunga? Nuga geuleul jug-in geos gat-ayo? Geugeos-eun jeoleul haessada-eun jeoleul haessda, bughan (Well do you still remember that Korea died? Guess who killed him? It was me, North Korea)!” said North Korea. “He asked you if you remember getting a letter saying that Korea or also known as South Korea died” said Hyeon. “Well technically it was China who got the part that his own brother died. But it didn’t say who killed him” said America.

“Well you’re not gonna like it when I tell you who did it” said Hyeon, while bringing down his head and putting it back up in order to look at America. “You mean you know who killed South Korea? I don’t care who did, but at least I should know so I can give him something on his memorial plate” said America. “It was North Korea himself” said Hyeon as he looked away. “What? Why would you kill him North? Why would you kill South Korea?” asked America. “Iyu ui won-in-idoebnida. Annyeong amelika! Geugeos-i majimag i doel geos-ibnida e daehan dangsin-ui jag-eun segye hoeui leul jeulgil su (Cause for reasons. Goodbye America! Enjoy your little world meeting for it will be your last)” said North Korea. Before Hyeon could translate, North Korea did a hand gesture for his North Korean swat time to head back to North Korea.

Hyeon even got grabbed by Chung-Cha along with North Korea following behind them and his swat team taking different routes. “I’m glad that they left, but the hero feels bad of how they treat Hyeon. He seems to be a nice guy, but why does he work for the person who killed South Korea? Oh my god, I am definitely going to be super late! I need to get to the meeting before Germany kicks my butt!” yelled America as he started to run.

*Flashback Ends*

After America was done a moment to himself, he looked up just in time to see both England and France in a wrestling ring who both began fighting as a bell dinged. “VHAT DID I TELL JOU TWO DUMMKOPFS ABOUT FIGHTING DURING ZHE MEETING!?” yelled Germany at the top of his lungs. “Sounds like someone needs a cupcake” said Oliver with a smile. “More like a punch in zhe face” growled Roland.

“Excuse me? Now zhat doesn’t sound very nice” said a Austrian voice. Canada, Oliver, and Roland looked over and saw Austria. “A-Austria!? H-how long h-have you b-been standing there?” asked Canada. “Vell I’ve been here listening to jour conversation and I just vanted to know if England created zhis look a like of me” said Austria while pointing to Roland. “How rude! I have jou know zhat I’m perfection” said Roland. “Excuse me kind sir, I’m sorry that this lad has been trying to give you trouble. I’m sure it won’t happen again” said Oliver while smiling nervously.

“It better not happen again or else I’ll have resort into using mein anger to play on a piano” said Austria. “Vell zhen, I’ll be using mein anger into playing on mein awesome rock guitar” said Roland through clenched teeth. Austria then let out a angry grunt and walked away, while Canada was trying to find the regular England who was seen fighting in a wrestling ring with France. England managed to punch France so hard, that he flew out of the ring and came crashing down on Canada. “Finally, I’ve managed to beat up that bloody frog!” yelled England in victory, while Sealand who came unnoticed grabbed chips from the snack table. When Sealand turned to leave he was stopped Roland who said “Vell look vhat ve got here, a little boy stealing chips. How cute”

“Oi! Hey you punk rock reject, how dare you scare this child like that? Hey there little lad, are you okay?” asked Oliver who came behind Roland. “Yeah, I am. Hey, Arthur why are dressed up like that and since when do you care about me?” asked Sealand. “Oh lad, I may look like Arthur but I’m-” Oliver was soon cut short when England came and said “Sealand, what did I tell you about coming into the meetings and stealing chips?” Sealand then gave a confusing and questioning look, while looking at both England and Oliver. “I see you’ve met my 2P counterpart, Oliver Kirkland and yes I know, I just couldn’t keep both of them away from trouble” sighed England in defeat. “Both of them?” asked Sealand.

“Yes, I mean both Oliver and Roland” said England. “Roland is a 2P? If Oliver is your 2P, doesn’t that mean I have a 2P as well?” asked Sealand in excitement. “Well apparently you once did lad. Until the Great War came and nearly caused a lot of deaths. However, there are a few 2Ps left” said Oliver. “Speaking of which Sealand, Roland is Austria’s 2P counterpart” said England. “What he means lad, this is the punk rock reject, who’s standing right next to me” said Oliver with a smirk. “Vhy jou little… jou are so lucky zhat I can’t put jou out of jour misery in front of zhis child” said Roland with his arms crossed.

“Uh okay. If you guys need me I’ll be swimming with the Nordics at the water park in Disney World” said Sealand before running off. “F-Francis!? C-Could y-you get o-off of me please?” asked Canada while France wakes up and gets off of Canada’s back. “Japan what’s that, aru?” asked China. “It’s a grassed rose. Itary found it in the forest” said Japan. “Ve~! I-a even showed it to-a both Germany and-a Japan. When it-a opened it was-a big surprise!” said Italy. “When it opened, we got shocking surprise from South Korea or how I rike to carr him Korea” said Japan.

“Really!? What did he say to you guys, aru?” asked China. “Werr he said that North Korea is back and has returned for unknown purposes” said Japan. “So North Korea came back for a reason that we don’t know, aru?” asked China. “Werr maybe we courd get more information if the rose opens up for a second time” said Japan. “Does Romano knows about this, because he currently grew afraid of North Korea during his rise, aru?” asked China. “Knows about-a what?” asked a voice.

Japan, China, and Italy turn there heads to see South Italy aka Romano. “Ve~! Romano! Do you-a mind telling us-a your experience with-a North Korea?” asked Italy. “What!? There-a is-a no way, that-a I’m-a telling you-a idotas about that-a bastardo. He’s-a worse than-a the potato loving bastard!” yelled Romano. “Vho are jou relating me to, Romano?” asked Germany who came behind Romano. “N-Nothing! Get-a way from-a me!” yelled Romano as he turned to look at Germany. “So I’m guessing zhat jou told China about South Korea?” asked Germany, while both Italy and Japan nodded in agreement.

“Yes, yes they did, aru” said China. “I suppose ve talk about zhis after everyone has left” said Germany. Soon after seven hours had passed everyone soon left the meeting, while the Allied and Axis Powers remained. “Say it’s getting late, ve should be going home now” said France before yawning. “There is plenty of leftover food on the table, da” said Russia, while standing next to the snack table. “Ello there everybody, how’s everyone doing?” asked Oliver who got on top of the table until he was dragged off by England.

“Uhh… Arthur who’s that?” asked America while pointing at Oliver. 'Oh just great, someone just had to noticed’ thought England until Oliver said “Well I’m 2P England and my name is Oliver Kirkland” said Oliver with a smile. “Oliver? Vat kind of name iz zat?” asked France. “You bloody frog, I’ll have you know that Oliver is a popular boy name yet its barely used as a name in real life” said England. “Okay then who’s that?” asked America, while pointing at Roland. “That’s the rock punk reject 2P version of Austria. His name is Roland Edelstein” said Oliver.

“Quit calling me a reject, jou cupcake loving freak!” yelled Roland. “Okay then nice to meet you dude! Quick question: who’s that standing next to Francis?” asked America while pointing at Canada. “I’m Canada!” yelled Canada. “Who are you again exactly?” asked America. “Your brother!” yelled Canada. “Oh sorry about that dude” said America who then begins laughing.

“2P? What is that?” asked Japan. England then turned off the lights in the room and turned on a projector. He than placed a piece of paper in the middle. “This paper here is a list of the 2Ps, who were created after us. We are called 1Ps” explained England. Romano then raised his hand and asked “Excuse me? But why-a I am-a called Flavio?” “Well lad, it’s because your 2P calls himself fashionable and decided to name himself that” said Oliver.

“Also since 1Ps and 2Ps are different from each other, we have the same appearances and body shapes. However our personalities are different” said England. “So my 2P doesn’t call himself a hero?” asked America while giving off a sad expression. “Well yes. For an example: 1P England is serious and likes making scones, while his 2P which is me, is always so happy and loves to make cupcakes” said Oliver. “Since I’m 2P Austria, I like wearing punk leather outfits and I like rock 'n’ roll music, while my 1P wears fancy clothes and enjoys classical music. In speaking of classical music, I find my 1P so…. boring” said Roland while ending his sentence with a yawn. “So does my 2P rike to tark more, whire I don’t unress I have something to say?” asked Japan. “Well actually no lad, your 2P only talks when spoken to and when you walk by him, he doesn’t say a word but he thinks of something perverting” said Oliver.

“So my 2P is rike the regurar France. I show respect, but my 2P shows royarty” said Japan. “Does-a my 2P still likes-a pasta?” asked Italy. “Well he still does. However, unlike you being so nice and kind, your 2P is actually ruthless and mean” said Oliver. “WHAT!?” yelled Italy, while panicking and running behind Germany. “Also Germany or should I say 1P Germany, since you’re serious and a neat freak, your 2P well he’s sorta lazy and most of all messy” said Oliver. “Say vhat!? Does mein 2P like do anyzhing, like train or fight?” asked Germany.

“Well he does. He mostly sleeps all day, but still makes wurst, trains, and most importantly he still can fight with a AK-47” said Oliver. “I actually meant does he like fight in hand-to-hand combat? Zhat’s all I need to know” said Germany. “Apparently he can, unless he’s provoked or forced to. Otherwise he’ll fall asleep in battle” said Oliver. “Hmm…. zhat sounds pretty lazy to me. I’m surprised zhat mein 2P can get zhings done or else I’ll just have to kick his ass” said Germany. “There was a time that he was a heavy drinker and a smoker. In fact one time he was so depress, I caught him before he committed suicide” said Oliver. “Ve~! Why-a would-a he want-a to do-a that?” asked Italy while coming from behind Germany.

“Because he was suffering from loneliness” said Oliver. 'So mein 2P has been suffering from Einsamkeit?’ thought Germany 'I’m surprised zhat I didn’t zhink about doing zhat, till zhe day Italy und I became friends’ “Germany, Germany…. Oliver is-a going to-a tell us more about-a the 2Ps” said Italy while waving his hand to snap Germany back into reality. “2P Russia has been a quiet and depressed person after since the Soviet Union times. But however, he does have a brutal personality” said Oliver. “So you’re saying that my 2P and I both share the same tragic past, da?” asked Russia. “Yes I am. Moving onto 2P China, he is rude and mean unlike 1P China who’s nice and polite. In fact 2P China dislikes anything that’s cute” said Oliver.

“Well that sounds kind of right to be honest, aru” said China. “2P America calls himself even more superior than anyone and he’s a huge fan of baseball. He also calls himself the best gang member and street fighter” said Oliver. “I guess my 2P does kinda mentions that he’s a hero” said America. “2P Canada usually talks, but remains silent during a battle. He uses his quietness to sneak up on his victims and kills them without anyone noticing him. In fact he’s a huge hockey fan and often hangs out with 2P America. 2P Canada also has polar bear named Kuma, however Kuma is larger than 1P Canada’s bear” said Oliver. “So my 2P uses his quietness to kill people without them noticing him? I bet he isn’t even nice and polite to people who he crosses paths with” said Canada. “Hey you black sheep of Europe, vat about my 2P?” asked France.

“Stop calling me the black sheep of Europe, you bloody frog!” yelled England. “2P France is depressed and doesn’t wear fancy clothes. He is even a dangerous pervert and he has a lust for more love” said Oliver. “So my 2P has a bigger lust of more love zhan ze 1P country of love?” asked France. “Okay my lads, since I’ve told you about your 2P counterparts, what are you planning to do next?” asked Oliver. “Vell ve’re going to talk about a glassed rose zhat Italy found” said Germany. “Si! Here-a it is! Isn’t it-a beautiful?” asked Italy while putting the glassed rose on the table.

“Cool dudes! Where did you guys find it at?” asked America. “We found it deep in a forest. It opened up and it was unberievabre” said Japan. “It was a message from South Korea or should I say Korea, aru” said China. “Korea?” asked everyone who were all shocked. “It’s-a been-a long time since-a I heard about-a Korea” said Romano. While everyone was looking at the glassed rose and talking about Korea/South Korea, England noticed that America was staring off into space.

“Alfred, what’s wrong. It looks like you’ve seen a ghost” said England. “A ghost!? Why no Arthur, it’s just I ran into something when I was running late to the meeting earlier today” said America. “What exactly happened before coming to the meeting with a Big Mac from McDonald’s?” asked England. “Well I was running through the woods which is like a faster route to the meeting, I sorta ran into trouble. I tried to run away from a swat team, until a man tackled me. He then spoke in the language of Korean and he did had a translator with him, who told me that the man who’s speaking Korean says that he’s North Korea” said America. “What? You ran into North Korea?” asked England in shock. “Yeah I did, but it seems that you know him. So do you know anything about North Korea?” asked America.

“Well of course I do, because he was my former friend and ally. He was even the man that you were hanging out with and was responsible for ambushing me” said England. “You don’t mean…. that was the man I was hanging out with during my childhood?” asked America. “Yes, it was. Listen to me Alfred, the North Korea that you fought was once the older brother of Korea and was the capital Seoul. He was responsible for killing his own brother” said England. “I know he killed his brother, because he already told me. But he never told me how he killed him and we’ll never know to this day” said America. “You want to know how he killed his brother? Well I tell you how. He killed his brother by poisoning him through his hatred” said England. “What!? North Korea poisoned his own brother and did you really placed a curse on him?” asked America.

“Of course I did! But I didn’t bother to tell anyone. In fact I thought the curse killed him years ago” said England. “But even though that curse was suppose to kill him, he’s still alive to this day” said America. “But how can he still be alive!? There was someone who probably saved him, before the curse could kill him” said England. “Kesese~! Zhe awesome Prussia has arrived, just in time to party!” yelled Prussia as he came through the doors. “Wait Alfred, I think I know who probably saved North Korea from his own death” said England. “You do? So who is it then?” asked America. “Why are you such a bloody idiot at times? It’s obviously Prussia, just take a look” said England. Soon America and England were facing Prussia who made his way towards the snack table.

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Hetalia: The Lost World Part 9

It was morning time and the sun is shining, it is going to be a peaceful day. “What do you-a mean he’s-a too strong!” yelled a voice. “Luciano calm down! We were just overpowered” said Matt who was putting bandages on Al. “Overpowered!? You idotas were-a much stronger than him!” yelled Luciano while slamming his fist on the table. “We were until he kicked our butts” said Al. “I-a don’t want to hear your-a pathetic excuses! I-a gave you guys a direct order and-a you failed me!” yelled Luciano.

“It seems zhat during zhe time of zhe Great Var, ve lost all of our combat strength” said Akbar. “How can we!?” asked Luciano while turning around to face Akbar. “Vell ve did lost amount of 2P countries vhich makes us all powerful as one” said Lutz before putting his head down to sleep. “Well that-a doesn’t make sense!” yelled Luciano. “Ruciano, I have important news to terr you” said Kuro who came in. “My Kuro, since when are you-a late?” asked Flavio.

“I-a don’t care if you are-a late or not! Just tell me-a what news you-a have” said Luciano in a annoyed tone. “It turns out that both Oriver and Rorand have sided with the 1Ps” said Kuro. While Kuro said this everything was silent and outside the building a woman was out gardening, until this happened: “WHATTTTTTTTTT!!!!!?” The power of the voice that yelled caused the earth to shake and the voice that caused this was no other than Luciano’s. Back in the building of where the 2Ps were at, Luciano was so mad to hear that both Oliver and Roland have sided with the 1Ps. “What do you-a mean that those two idotas think that-a betraying us is-a okay!?” yelled Luciano.

“I don’t know why they thought so” said Kuro before heading to his seat. “When I-a get my hands on them, they’re-a so dead!” yelled Luciano. “Sir do you vant us to go find North Korea?” asked Francois. “Yes, I-a do and I-a want to find those two idota traitors” said Luciano before cracking his knuckles. “So once we found him, what are we going to?” asked Vladimir. “Hmm… I-a never thought we’ll make it this-a far” said Luciano while placing his hand under his cheek.

“I say we kill that [beep]er” said Al while Luciano raised a brow. “He wants to get his revenge on North Korea for kicking him into a lake. The same goes for me” said Matt. “Okay is there-a more people who-a wants to bone to pick with-a him?” asked Luciano. “I do und zhat’s for slicing mein AK-47 into pieces” said Lutz who got up. “Alright, I-a get it already! We are-a heading to China to-a get North Korea and-a those traitors” said Luciano. “How are ve suppose to get zhere?” asked Akbar.

“Since our three idotas used our-a transporters, we are-a going to board on a plane” said Luciano. “How are we supposed to do that?” asked Vladimir. “Ask the person who can help you” said Xiao who came in unnoticed. “Ahh… Xiao. I’m-a glad we have you” said Luciano with a grin. “Let’s not forget that I’m 2P China and I know where my counterpart lives also” said Xiao before leaving with the other 2Ps.

~Meanwhile At China’s House~

“Italy! Jou’re late for training!” yelled Germany who came into Italy’s guest room. To his surprise he saw Italy and Romano fast asleep. “Zhese two dummkopfs need an alarm clock” mumbled Germany. Germany that went over to Italy’s bed and pulled off the blanket to see Italy sleeping with Iyong ju. “So zhat’s vhy Italy hasn’t been driving me crazy at night” whispered Germany. His eyes soon caught on Iyong ju’s sleeping form and noticed how Italy gets along with him.

‘He seems so adorable vhen he iz sleeping vith Italy’ thought Germany until he shook his head. “Vhat am I even saying? It’s really a shame for me to understand zhat he’s so misunderstood” said Germany while giving off a sad expression. Iyong ju soon slowly opened his eyes and to his surprise he saw Germany looking at him. “L-Ludwig what are you doing in here?” asked Iyong ju. “Vell I’m only here to get Italy for training” said Germany. “Training? Who gets up at 7 ‘o’ clock in the morning to train?” asked Iyong ju.

“I’m sorry, did jou just questioned about mein training schedule?” asked Germany. “Well, I don’t mind it. It’s just that I used to wake up at 5 a.m to train” said Iyong ju. “5 a.m? For vhat exactly?” asked Germany. “During the time of when my country was a dictatorship, I have to wake up early in the morning to train and boy was I tired” said Iyong ju. “I really feel sorry for jou” said Germany. “Well don’t be. That’s how I quickly got feared by countries from all over the world” said Iyong ju.

“I see. Can jou do me a favor und vake Italy?” asked Germany before leaving the room. “Sure thing” said Iyong ju as he watched Germany leave. Iyong ju started to shake Italy, until Italy turned away to sleep more. Iyong ju than got an idea to wake Italy up and gave a devilish grin while a lightbulb appeared over his head. “Hey you bloody Italian wake up or else!” said Iyong ju in England’s voice that was loud enough to wake up Italy. “Noooo! L-Leave me alone!” yelled Italy as he quickly got up.

“What’s-a with all that-a racket!?” yelled Romano as he got up to look at both Italy and Iyong ju. “Oh it-a just you idotas” said Romano before laying on his bed again. “Iyong ju what is it?” asked Italy who stopped panicking. “Ludwig wants you to get up for training” said Iyong ju. “Oh okay then. I DON’T WANT TO TRAIN TODAY!!!” yelled Italy before breaking into tears. “Keep it down, I’m-a trying to sleep!” yelled Romano.

Italy than got up to change into his training uniform, while Iyong ju followed him down to the kitchen for breakfast. “Morning Itary” said Japan before going back to his manga. “Ciao~! What’s for breakfast?” asked Italy. “Vell jou’re in luck, ve’re having pancakes” said Germany as he came to the dining room table with a cup of coffee. “Who’s making the pancakes?” asked Italy. “That will be me lad” said Oliver as he came into the dining room while holding a spatula.

“It turns out zhat Oliver here iz really gut vith breakfast” said Germany. “Ah it’s true. Besides I need to get back into the kitchen” said Oliver before heading back to the kitchen. Iyong ju who still wasn’t trusting this cheerful counterpart of England sneaked into the kitchen. As soon as he came into the kitchen he saw Oliver flipping pancakes and humming to himself. Iyong ju then went over to the counter of where Oliver puts the finished pancakes and picked one up. Iyong ju than began to sniff it and then took a bite, causing Iyong ju to eat through it like a savage.

“I see that you’re enjoying my pancakes” said Oliver while Iyong ju suddenly flinched at his voice. “Uhh…. yes” said Iyong ju nervously. “If you enjoyed them so much, then you’re always welcomed to have more” said Oliver with a smile. Iyong ju was standing there confused and wondered why Oliver wasn’t going to say or do anything threatening. Iyong ju than realized that Oliver is so trusting and kind that there is no reason to hate him as much as another British bastard that he knows. He than turned around to leave to the kitchen until he felt a sudden chill that touched the back of his throat.

Iyong ju than turned his head to only see that Oliver was holding a large knife in his hand. While trying to solve this situation, Oliver than gently pressed the knife onto Iyong ju’s throat with only the tip barely touching his skin. “W-What are you doing!? Let me go or else I’ll-” before Iyong ju could finished his sentence, Oliver made Iyong ju face him. Oliver was now staring at Iyong ju while giving off a creepy smile that wasn’t too scary for him. “Now now lad, I wish not to hurt you” said Oliver still giving a smile. “If you aren’t going to hurt me, then why do you have a knife pinned to my throat?” asked Iyong ju while giving a stern expression.

“For no reason, but just to ask you a couple of basic questions” said Oliver. “Okay then. What are your questions?” asked Iyong ju. “First question: did you run into three other 2Ps?” asked Oliver. “Yes and that was with Feliciano” said Iyong ju while he felt the knife pressuring on his throat. “Second question: did you really almost died while protecting that weak Italian?” asked Oliver. “I almost died from a bullet wound from a guy named Lutz. However, the other two 2Ps weren’t much of a threat to me” said Iyong ju while Oliver was looking at him in amazement.

“Last question: did you really think that you can hide from both the 1Ps and the 2Ps forever?” asked Oliver while gripping the knife. “How did you know that I was here? I thought that only the Axis, the three other 2Ps that were jerks to me, and Feliciano’s brother were the only ones who knew?” asked Iyong ju as the edge of the knife was starting to cut into his skin. “That’s because during your scuffle with those bloody buffoons for 2Ps, I had Roland explore. While he was exploring, he spotted Feliciano along with you fighting against Lutz” said Oliver. “Wait!? You two were spying on me!?” yelled Iyong ju as Oliver removed the knife from his throat. “Well technically it wasn’t spying, it was just to make sure that the other 2Ps knew that Roland and I are aiding with the 1Ps” said Oliver. “So you’re saying the those other 2Ps that were here, weren’t just looking for me but you?” asked Iyong ju.

“Apparently so. In fact since you managed to make those three flee from here, I owe you a pleasure of my gratitude” said Oliver. “Umm… thanks and you’re welcome, I guess” said Iyong ju. “But it doesn’t mean that I’ll promise not tell anyone else not even my counterpart that you’re here” said Oliver. “If you can’t, than why not you try to not tell anyone?” asked Iyong ju. “Hmm… I suppose you are right. I guess I can try” said Oliver. “Why not you just start now?” asked Iyong ju.

“Well then, I’m starting right now. But only after you leave the kitchen” said Oliver as Iyong ju nodded and soon left the kitchen. When he left the kitchen, Italy came up to him. “Ahh… Iyong ju there you are! Germany wants-a me to bring you with-a me to train” said Italy before pulling Iyong ju along with him. When the Axis and Iyong ju went outside, Iyong ju was looking around enjoying the scenery. “Gee… Iyong ju, I’m-a surprised to see you-a looking around. Is there a reason why-a you’re looking?” asked Italy causing Iyong ju to snap back into reality. “Uhh… it’s nothing really. It’s been a longtime since I visited the country of China” said Iyong ju.

“Oh, how long ago was it?” asked Italy. “Uhh… that was when I was still Seoul and it was one of last times I ever hanged out with my brother” said Iyong ju before a tear came from his eye. “Oh, do you-a mean South Korea?” asked Italy. “Yes it was Korea or should I say Yong Soo. I even hanged out with both Yao and Kiku that day” said Iyong ju before more tears came down from his eyes. “Don’t be-a sad Iyong ju, I’m-a here with you” said Italy while grabbing one of Iyong ju’s hands. “Y-You mean it?” asked Iyong ju while looking at Italy.

“Si! Of course I do! Besides you-a get to hang out with-a both Germany and-a Japan” said Italy with a smile causing Iyong ju to blush. Soon Germany, Japan, Italy, and Iyong ju made it to a large field where both Italy and Iyong ju were sitting on a bench. “Ve vill be training und taking turns at running. Vhen ve are done, ve are running laps vith each other” said Germany. “Uhh… Germany, how many raps are we running?” asked Japan while raising his hand. “About fifteen to seventeen laps” said Germany as Japan put his hand down. “Ve~! Germany! Can I-a not run today?” asked Italy with his hand up.

“Nein jou cannot! Besides vhat reason iz zhere for jou not to?” asked Germany. “Uhh… I-I-a twisted my-a ankle” said Italy while trying sound that he’s not lying. “If jou got a twisted ankle, zhen jou must run for extra five laps” said Germany as Italy shuddered and began to panic. “B-But Germany! I-a don’t want to-a train! I’m-a too tired” said Italy while crying. “Italy, if jou aren’t going to do zhis, zhan jou’re training vith me or I’m having jou team up vith Iyong ju” said Germany. Pretty much during the training session, Italy was already and has been out of breath from the first two laps.

Iyong ju was along side with him was trying to have Italy go much more, however Italy accidentally tripped. “Italy! If jou trip one more time, I’ll never allow jou to make pasta ever again!” yelled Germany causing Italy to quickly get up. Suddenly Iyong ju got an idea and by using one his magic spells, he was able to transfer his soul and body to take control of Italy’s body. “Ve~! Where am I!?” asked Italy as he was standing alone in a dark void. “Relax Feliciano, we’re in your mind” said Iyong ju as he appeared in front of Italy. “R-Really? How?” asked Italy.

“It turns out that I know a spell that allows me to transport my own soul and body into a person’s body” said Iyong ju. “That-a sounds pretty amazing” said Italy with a cheerful smile. “Just sit back and have me help you catch up to both of them, but mostly Ludwig” said Iyong ju. With Iyong ju controlling Italy’s body, he was able to catch up to Japan who was surprised.

“Vee~! Ciao Japan! Bye bye Japan!” yelled Italy as he ran right passed Japan. “That was weird” said Japan who was still trying to understand what just happened. Soon with Italy’s body, Iyong ju caught up with Germany and was running right behind him. “I cannot believe zhat Italy iz so far behind. He’s so not going to be making pasta, starting tonight” said Germany before clenching his teeth in anger. “Ve~! I also cannot believe that you’re-a going to lose to-a me! I-a guess I’m not allowing you to-a make wurst for tonight or never again” said Italy. Germany than looked back to see Italy right behind but only two inches and boy, was he shocked.

“Vait! H-How did jou even made it zhis far!?” asked Germany while Italy was giving him a smile. “Oh I-a have my ways” said Italy before taking off with more speed just to pass by Germany. “Hey! Nobody, not even jou, beats me in a lap race! It’s suppose to me vho iz suppose to beat jou!” yelled Germany before picking up the pace. It was a heated race between Italy and Germany, while Japan was watching them from the sideline. As Italy was running he could hear the sounds of Germany’s grunts getting even more furious. “Geez, Germany seems a bit angry” said Italy who was watching all of this unfold.

“Does it look like I care? Besides at least the two of us are winning” said Iyong ju. “Mein gott! Vhy iz he so fast!? Zhis iz zhe second time zhat I lost to him” said Germany while keeping up the pace, but it only makes Italy run faster. While Germany was running, he picked up his speed by running much harder than before. He than caught up to Italy and before he could get even more close, he heard something snap. Germany than fell onto the ground and tried to get up, but only felt pain. It wasn’t long until Japan came over to see what happened and took a look at what caused Germany to fell.

“Germany hord stirr so I can see” said Japan as Germany hold still for Japan. It turns out that Germany’s ankle wasn’t looking so good and Japan carefully touched it to see how much it hurts. “Gahh!!! Japan, zhat hurts!” hissed Germany who was trying to hold in the pain. “It seems that you either broke or sprained your ankre whire running” said Japan. “How can I? I never break anyzhing vhen I’m running” said Germany. While Japan and Germany were talking, Iyong ju was still running until he realized that Germany was no longer behind him.

After realizing that both Iyong ju and Italy managed to outrun Germany, they began searching for him. “Ve~! Where’s Germany?” asked Italy while Iyong ju was still searching. “I think something bad happened to him. Come on!” yelled Iyong ju as Italy nodded and ran with him to find Germany. They soon found Germany along with Japan who was kneeling next to Germany. “Germany! What happened?” asked Italy in a panicked tone. “It turns out zhat vhen I vas running, I probably broke or sprained mein ankle” said Germany.

“Uhh… Germany, you actuarry broke it” said Japan. “How long iz it suppose to heal?” asked Germany. “It courd be for like two to three weeks for it hear” said Japan. “Seriously? Ve vere going to follow Prussia’s plans, but I guess ve need to vait” said Germany with Japan nodded. Soon it was time to head back to China’s house and Germany was being aided by Italy along with Iyong ju.

~Time Skip~

When they returned back to China’s house, Japan was busy giving Germany ice packs for his ankle. “I don’t vant to be rude, but since vhen did I say zhat I need an ice pack?” asked Germany as Japan was placing the last ice pack on his ankle. “I thought it wourd be great, if it heared your ankre faster” said Japan. “Let’s not forget ve are countries. Ve all have the ability to heal almost any injury” said Germany. “Werr that is true, but it takes so much time for the hearing process to start. So an ice pack wirr probabry make it start faster” said Japan before leaving for more bandages. While Germany was sitting on the couch, Iyong ju happened to pass by.

He than went to sit down next to Germany unnoticed while Germany was bored out of his mind. Germany than looked to his right and saw Jason sitting next to him. “Umm… Iyong ju? Iz zhere somezhing I can do for jou?” asked Germany as Iyong ju snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at him. “Uhh… nothing at all. But thank you for your concerns” said Iyong ju as he wasn’t trying not to sound awkward. “I vas just asking zhat’s all” said Germany. At a minute has passed and Germany knew that he needs to tell Iyong ju something important.

“Iyong ju? Can I tell jou somezhing?” asked Germany who broke the quiet moment. “Sure you can. What would you like to tell me?” asked Iyong ju while giving a smile. “During zhe training session vhen I broke mein ankle, I mentioned Gilbert having a plan” said Germany. “Yeah you did mentioned it, but that was it” said Iyong ju. “Iyong ju uhh… zhe plan zhat Gilbert had out vas actually a plan to sneak into jour country und kidnap jou” said Germany cautiously while trying not to upset Iyong ju. “Wait you and your brother, are planning to sneak into my country and then kidnap me. For what reason?” asked Iyong ju.

“Vell it’s zhat vhen ve first saw jou, jou seemed so sad about zhe death of jour bruder. Ve just vant to know vhy jou vere so sad” said Germany while Iyong ju placed a hand over his heart. “I-It’s because of Ivan that caused me to kill him and to that day I swore revenge. I managed to get back my independence from that cruel man” said Iyong ju. “Zhe revenge jou got vas from anger und vith anger like zhat jou couldn’t control jourself in zhe process” said Germany. “Really? How could you even know?” asked Iyong ju. “It’s because I vas just like jou. After mein country’s defeat in Vorld Var I, it vasn’t long till I had zhe thirst for revenge und anger. Vith mein anger, I caused Vorld Var II by invading Poland und for killing millions of innocent people. After zhe var, I zhen realized how much of a monster zhat I became und I tried to start over” said Germany. “What else happened during this?” asked Iyong ju.

“Vhen I vas trying to start over, it vasn’t easy. England, China, France, und America separated mein country in half along vith Russia, as a form of punishment. Vhat vas vorse vas zhat, Russia took mein own bruder avay from me right before mein eyes” said Germany with a tear in his eye. 'I-I can’t believe it, all this time I thought I was the only one who suffered. Until I realized it was Ludwig who suffered even more’ thought Iyong ju before he was cut off when Germany continued his painful and tragic past. “It vasn’t long after zhat, I vas enrolled into zhe European Union. I zhought I could start fresh vith zhe other countries, but I vas vrong. Everyone vho saw me turned zheir backs on me either in fear or in anger, I zhought it vas over for me” said Germany while Iyong ju was feeling bad for him. “Even zhough I vas alone, it vasn’t since zhat day I got an unexpected surprise. It vas both Italy und Japan vho actually cared about me. I never felt so sad like I vas before, because I had mein two best friends und allies vith me” said Germany ending his story with a smile. He than broke into small sobs as he reflected back to it, while Iyong ju realized that he had friends. “Ludwig…. that story breaks my heart and it was just so powerful” said Iyong ju.

“How powerful vas it for jou?” asked Germany as he looked into Iyong ju’s brown eyes. “It was powerful enough for me to tell you that I killed a lot of innocent people during and after the events of the Korean War. I was even scared and brought fear to myself after terrorizing other countries” said Iyong ju. “I did heard zhat jou terrorized Russia und zhe Nodics, but vho else did jou exactly terrorized?” asked Germany. “I first terrorized my own brother, than Arthur, Switzerland, and mostly Australia” said Iyong ju. “Zhat sounds pretty deep” said Germany. “Because it’s all true! I am a monster and I deserve to die! In fact remembering the past is so painful to me!” yelled Iyong ju before breaking into tears and embracing Germany in a big hug.

“Zhere, zhere. It’s okay” said Germany while trying to calm down Iyong ju. “No it’s not! Because of me, everyone around the world hates me!” yelled Iyong ju before crying even harder. Germany was soon feeling Iyong ju’s tears leaking from his tank top to his chest and was patting Iyong ju on the back. “Nobody doesn’t hate jou. Jou have me, Japan, und Italy vho likes jou. In fact even Romano likes jou too” said Germany while still trying to calm Iyong ju. It wasn’t long that Germany heard something smoothing and peaceful that made him closed his eyes before reopening them. Germany than realized that Iyong ju had stopped crying and had calmed down.

Germany also realized that Iyong ju had fell asleep while still holding onto Germany and he wouldn’t let go of him. “Mein gott, he sure has a lot of strength. He is sure cute while he’s sleeping” said Germany quietly while trying not to wake Iyong ju. Japan soon came into the room and noticed Germany with Iyong ju. “I see that you two are bonding so nicery” said Japan with a soft smile causing Germany to blush. “Japan iz zhere a reason vhy he iz asleep?” asked Germany. “Werr it’s because of this” said Japan before holding up a flute.

“I didn’t know jou could play a flute” said Germany. “I rearned it from South Korea who arso taught me a speciar song” said Japan. “Vhat did he taught jou?” asked Germany as Japan pulled out an old piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to Germany. “Since you don’t know what it says, you were probabry abre to recognized sheet music” said Japan. “Yeah, I do. Vhat kind of song iz it?” asked Germany. “It’s a very speciar song and it’s a carming sing. It’s carred Gido” said Japan.

“Interesting. Vhat does it mean exactly?” asked Germany. “It’s means “Prayer” in Korean” said Japan. “Okay zhen zhat’s all I need to know” said Germany. “The song was made by Gojoseon as a calming song for the Asian lung dragons during the Edo Period and it was used as a lullaby for both Iyong ju and Yong Soo” said Japan. “So zhat’s vhy he’s asleep” said Germany. Italy soon came into the room and saw Iyong ju asleep while gripping onto Germany. “Ve~! It seems that you and-a Iyong ju are having a great time” said Italy causing Germany to blush again. “Oh I armost forgot! Germany, I found bandages for your ankre” said Japan while pulling out a large roll of bandages.

“Oh great. Let’s get zhis over vith already” mumbled Germany as Japan began placing bandages on his ankle. While Japan was busy putting bandages on his ankle, Italy was holding down Germany who was both grunting and hissing in pain. As soon as Japan was done, Germany sighed in relief as Italy was still holding onto him. “Italy, can jou please let go of me?” asked Germany. “Just not yet. You-a feel so-a warm that even your heart still beats strong” said Italy causing Germany to blush even harder. “Now these bandages are not suppose to come off, untir between two to three weeks. Arso I need to go and get fruit for the smoothies. I'rr be back rater” said Japan before leaving.

“Ve~! In the meantime, I will-a be making pasta! In fact I-a don’t get to train tomorrow” said Italy as he was skipping out of the room. “Oh really? Vhen mein ankle heals, jou vill be training for the vhole entire veek vith. no. breaks” said Germany with an evil grin causing Italy to shudder and quickly leave the room. “Vorks every time und it never gets old” said Germany. Germany than suddenly felt Iyong ju letting go and also felt him getting cozy as Germany hold him in his arms. Germany than wondered if the bullet wound has healed up and made sure he doesn’t wake him up. As soon as Germany found the wound, he gently touched wound and realized that it became a scar.

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Hetalia: The Lost World Part 6

While England was looking through his spell book, Iyong ju sneakily made his way far into the room. “Where is that bloody spell book? I know it is in here somewhere” mumbled England as he kept flipping through pages. Suddenly Iyong ju got an idea to get his sweet revenge on England and then controlling the blinding bright light, he took the form of France. “Ohonhonhon~!” said Iyong ju in France’s voice while England turned around and saw Iyong ju on his bed. “What in the name of bloody hell are you doing in here!?” yelled England. Without noticing the real France coming into the room and asked “Black sheep of Europe, vho are you yelling at?”

England then looked at both the real France and at Iyong ju, while trying to make out what he’s seeing here. “Hold the bloody phone, which one of you is the real bloody frog?” asked England. “You black sheep of Europe, I’m ze real country of love!” said both Iyong ju and France at the same time. “Okay then. If one of you bloody gits get this question right you’re not a fake. Got it?” asked England while both Iyong ju and France nodded their heads. “Okay. What’s the most common thing that I say to you like almost everyday?” asked England. “You usually call us a bloody frog, after ve call you ze black sheep of Europe” said both Iyong ju and France at the same time again.

“Okay, I’m suppose that both of you know that answer. We tried this the easy way, now we’ll do this the hard why. You see these bottle of potions, they actually contain a substance that’s similar to holy water. When this “substance” touches your skin, you will feel some burning and some stinging, causing something bad to happen to you” said England while holding the two potions in separate hands. Soon England began splashing some kind of liquid onto both Iyong ju and France for about five times. “Okay you two, we can stop now” said England who gave up. “Black sheep of Europe, iz zat stuff vashable?” asked France. “Yeah it is. But make sure you clean it off real good” said England as France then ran out of the room to wash both his clothes and himself. England then went back into the pages of his spell book, were Iyong ju who was trying to hold in the stinging suddenly changed back to his regular form and quietly hissed out the pain.

When England found the right spell to find the fake France, he turned around and found Iyong ju sitting on his bed. “You! What are you doing here!?” yelled England as Iyong ju looked up at him and began pointing at himself. “Yes, you bloody madman I’m talking to you! Why is the suppose to be forgotten North Korea doing here?” asked England while gripping his spell book. Iyong ju didn’t bother to reply to England’s question so, he gave him a cold stare. “Don’t give me that look, I placed a spell on this room to only bring you even more pain than before. So you better not try to pull any tricks on me” said England with a devilish smirk. After a minute had a passed, Iyong ju decided to just talk to England just to get it over with.

“Uhh… Arthur” said Iyong ju “Yes, what do you what?” asked England. “Did you miss me?” asked Iyong ju. “Well I was supposed to forget about you, but unfortunately a stupid Prussian saved your bloody ass” said England. “Oh that? If you’re wondering how I’m still alive. It’s like you said, it’s because of Gilbert and it’s because of these” said Iyong ju as held up his hands only to reveal him wearing black fingerless gloves. “Why are you wearing those?” asked England.

“Oh it wasn’t long after that curse you laid on me and my little accident with Australia’s vice president of trading, I had my top scientists make these for me. With this I’m unstoppable and I managed to get my independence back from Ivan, slice Denmark’s battle axe in half, and almost kill Switzerland with these.. umm things” said Iyong ju while bringing down his hands onto his lap. “Why are you even here?” asked England. “To see you and lay down my sorrows for my brother, that’s why” said Iyong ju. “Oh, I see what you mean” said England as Iyong ju got up and started to walk over to him. “Oh Arthur, things had changed since you last saw me; however, I still have a deep hatred” said Iyong ju with a grim expression. “A deep hatred for what exactly?” asked England while keeping his cool.

“A deep hatred for…” said Iyong ju before making hand motions to create thin blue wires and pin England to the wall, while finishing his sentence “…..you, you bloody British cunt!” “You monster, free me at once or I’ll throw the bloody consequences at you once again!” yelled England as he felt the wires beginning to increase their grip. “What consequences could you possibly think of?” asked Iyong ju with a sly smile on his face. With that England then pulled out another bottle of the same substance that was used for both Iyong ju and France under his sleeve. England then opened it and splashed it right at Iyong ju’s face. “AHHHHHHHHH!!!” screamed Iyong ju as the substance burned his skin, causing him to free England, just to cover his face with both his hands.

England who then got the chance to escape, he grabbed his spell book to cast a spell on Iyong ju just to banish him to hell. When England found the page, he was about to summon it until Iyong ju used his wires to grab England’s hand that has his wand in. He then grabbed England’s book and used a fire spell to burn it, while seeing this England was shocked. Iyong ju then used both his hands to grab and pin England to the wall once again. “Okay you got me. What are you going to do? Kill me, like you did to millions of innocent people by ripping off their heads?” asked England through clenched teeth. “Why would I do that?” asked Iyong ju while raising a brow.

“Because you have been doing it since the Korean War” said England. “Yeah, that my be true. But I have changed overtime, Arthur” said Iyong ju. “Speaking of which, what did you even do to your hair. You used to look like your brother and you both had matching curls with faces in the center” said England. “During the time when Ivan separated me from my brother, I had to cut my hair to avoid being recognized as the new country of North Korea and it worked” said Iyong ju. “Until you had to lead your new economy and government system” said England. “Which was a dictatorship, but now it’s a People’s Working Republic Democratic system” said Iyong ju.

“Well that sounds great” said England before splashing more of the substance at Iyong ju, causing him to drop England. “My god! What is that stuff!?” yelled Iyong ju. “Oh this. I really don’t have a name for this, but it’s currently work of progress” said England. “Why does it burn so freaking bad!?” yelled Iyong ju. “Because it’s only created to lower your strength and make you weak” said England. “Listen!!! I’m not here to kill you and yet I wanted to, but I just want to be friends with you!!!” yelled Iyong ju.

“If you wanted to be friends with me, than how come you never visited me?” asked England. “That’s because your whole entire country fears me for what I am” said Iyong ju. “Oh that? Well you still could of visited, but you would of have to call me first” said England. “Well I didn’t think of it the first time, before entering your country” said Iyong ju.

“Ahh…. I see. How else knows that you are here?” asked England. “Only an Italian, that’s it” said Iyong ju. “You mean Italy?” asked England. “Yes, he is only person that knows I’m here” said Iyong ju. Without any notice America came running into the room. “Arthur! Germany wants us to come to Yao’s map room!” yelled America until he stopped in front of England.

America looked at the person next to him and almost had a heart attack. “Y-You’re the country, that South Korea was fighting against during the Korean War!!!” yelled America while pointing at Iyong ju. “Yeah, Alfred. You’re so late on timing” said England. “Arthur are you insane! How are you even alive!? North Korea was suppose to rip off your head!” yelled America. “Seriously what’s with the rumors that North Korea rips off people’s heads?” asked England. “Well during the dictatorship of my country, the dictator put me in charge of executing prisoners. Must of them were leftover prisoners after the Korean War and some of them were American soldiers” said Iyong ju.

“See!!! Told you dude, that North Korea executes people by ripping off their heads!!!” yelled America. England was about to punch America, however Iyong ju had beaten him to it because there was a spider on America’s shirt. “Alfred! You have a spider on your shirt!” yelled Iyong ju before slamming America so hard, that he collided with a wall causing a crack to form. “Ow! That… kinda…. hurts” said America weakly as he began to slide to the floor. “Oops, sorry. I really don’t remember having this kind of strength since the Korean War” said Iyong ju before laughing nervously. “Anyway we need to meet up with Germany in Yao’s map room” said England.

“For what reason?” asked Iyong ju. “Well we are planning to get into your country and find you. However it looks the hero and his trustworthy sidekick has found you” said America who got up. “What do you mean by “trustworthy sidekick”? I was the one who found him first!“ yelled England. "Anyway North Korea, care to reveal yourself to the others that you’re here?” asked America with a smile. “I just want to be friends with you all, that’s it. If you’re thinking that I should become your slave, then you gonna have to catch me first” said Iyong ju.

“You just wanna be friends with us even though we hate you? Alright. But you’re still going to show yourself to the others, including Germany” said America. “Alfred! What are you doing?” whispered England. “Don’t worry dude, the hero will bring the anti-hero/anti-villain to justice” whispered America while England rolled his eyes at America’s idea. “North Korea let’s face it, we out numbered you and you’re in a room with two people. What are you going to do for yourself?” asked America while crossing his arms and smirking evilly. “I could either use my magic on you people or I could do this” said Iyong ju before pulling out a smoke bomb and using it to escape the room, leaving both America and England coughing. Soon Iyong ju reappeared on top of the roof of China’s house, he then began to scale the roof until he was underneath China’s map room.

“I’m so glad that I stole smoke bombs from Japan, during my interest of Japanese culture and ninjas” said Iyong ju with a smile. Iyong ju then pulled out some equipment just to hear through the roof of what the other countries are doing.

~Meanwhile Back With England And America~

England and America were still coughing, until Oliver came in and used a powerful wind spell to clear out the smoke. “Ello there lads, care to tell me why this room was filled with smoke?” asked Oliver as he put away his wand. “Dude, Oliver! Thank you so much for clearing out the smoke” said America. “You’re welcome my dear champs. What happened in here?” asked Oliver. “Well we got a surprise encounter from North Korea” said England. “Really? What else happened?” asked Oliver before smiling.

“Well he kinda punched me so hard that I collided with a wall, because there was a spider on my shirt” said America. “Oh, you mean that wall? No wonder why there’s a crack in it” said Oliver while pointing at the crack, which now became a large hole. “Anyway, North Korea then went on the offense when Alfred here, told him that he must be taken to see the others and mostly Germany” said England. “Is there anyone else who knows about his presence besides the two of you?” asked Oliver. “Uhh… Arthur? Who else knows about North Korea being here?” asked America. “Much to both of our surprise, the first person to know about North Korea, is…. Italy” said England.

“What!? How does a pasta loving Italian know about a scary country, that once executed prisoners by ripping of their heads?” asked America. “Enough about North Korea ripping off heads for an execution already! Besides I really don’t know how Italy knew about North Korea being here” said England before putting a hand over his face. “How interesting” said Oliver smiling. “Uhh… dude? Why are you not panicking about this situation?” asked America with a concerned look on his face. “That’s because Alfred, he knows something” said England. “Like what exactly?” asked America.

“You’re such a bloody idiot! What I mean by this, is why not we ask my 2P counterpart” said England. “Okay then lads, you want me to tell you what I know?” asked Oliver before sitting down and gesturing for both America and England to sit down with him. “We actually want you tell us everything that you possibly know about North Korea” said England. “Uhh…. Oliver dude? Do you serve snacks during story time?” asked America with a smile. “Roland! I need you!” yelled Oliver and just like that Roland came into the room. “Ja? Vhat iz it?” asked Roland.

“Alfred here wants snacks during story time. Could you be a dear and bring lots of trays that has snacks on them?” asked Oliver. “Sure zhing. I’ll be right back” said Roland leaving the room and under two minutes Roland came back with trays filled with food for America. “Thanks dude!” said America before biting down on a cheeseburger. Soon Oliver then pulled out his wand and summoned magic with it to create a story flashback.

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