#technically two to go because part four is nearly finished ehehe
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day two ❅ cause i’m mrs. snow, til death we’ll be freezing
don’t cry snowman, don’t leave me this way, a puddle of water can’t hold me close, baby
day one ❅ day two ❅ day three | series masterlist
character: todoroki touya | dabi
genre: smut + angst
notes: weeee yay day two!! touya + co go ice skating :) this, again, was not supposed to be as long as it is, but eh here we are!! | title credit: snowman by sia
warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), drug use, very rough sex, public sex, generally toxic relationships, size difference, tense family dynamics, reader’s probably a lil too obsessed with touya’s cum, slight dacryphilia, slight degradation
words: 8.3k
synopsis:
I’m only worried about you, you want to say. It isn’t your intention to put more stress on him, especially when being forced to spend nearly every waking minute around his blood siblings is evidently very difficult for him, but you don’t want him dead because of it, either.
“I love you,” you tell him instead, unsaid words sown into the fabric of the sentence.
But he doesn’t need to hear you say it, he can feel it—in the air around you, radiating off your frame in thick waves that crash into him in the most pleasant way; in the way your soft fingertips stroke his cheeks, tracing his features with the utmost gentleness; in the way you gaze so tenderly at him, eyes sweeping across his face akin to the most compassionate caress.
It all makes him feel like he can do this, like he might actually survive this, so long as you’re by his side.
❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅
The wind howls gently, picking up swirls of snow and dusting it against the window, the snowflakes soft taptaptap’s echoing among the tiny bedroom. It’s grey but bright outside, the morning of December 22nd. Strands of hair stick to your cheeks and neck, chills erupting across your skin as you wiggle around beneath Touya’s heavy arm, laying across your waist in a loose grasp, your movements causing the blanket to slip from your clammy skin, a soft hiss spit through your teeth as the cool air of the room hits your heated skin. Touya’s got his head buried in the pillow, his torso laying half on top of yours, legs intertwined.
“Touya-nii,” you whimper, eyebrows furrowing a little in frustration as you struggle under him. “Niichan,”
“Mmph,” he emits an unintelligible noise in response, muffled by the pillow.
“Niichaaaaan,” the honorific leaves your lips in a whine, giving another weak shove at his arm. “Niichan, you’re so hot, I’m gonna melt,”
“Too bad. We’re not getting up yet,”
You whine again, your squirming becoming more vigorous. “But Touya-nii, I’m so thirsty! Please, my mouth is drier than the desert, I swear to God,”
“If you don’t stop acting like a brat, I’m gonna fuck you like a brat,”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?”
That gets his attention, fluffy head shooting up, white tufts tousled and standing on end, sleepy eyes squinting against the sudden light as he tries to glare at you. “Excuse me?”
The deep, rough lilt to his voice, heavy with sleep, makes your stomach flutter, blood rushing to your cheeks as you gaze at him.
Even in the morning, he’s stupidly beautiful.
“G-Got you up,” you giggle a little, reaching forward to run your fingers through his messy hair, smoothing it down in the process.
He deadpans, glaring at you for a moment, though there’s no heat in his eyes. You stare back, blinking twice, little fingers trailing down the side of his face and then tracing his jaw, murmuring about how pretty he is.
“Pretty, huh?” he finally sighs, a small grin spreading across his cheeks, head tilting to the side as your fingers travel down his neck, tracing the intricate black ink.
“Mm, very pretty,” you whisper to yourself, eyes zeroing in on his adams apple as it bobs with his chuckle. “But I’m still thirsty,”
He laughs again, rolling his eyes and pushing himself up completely, sheets pooling at his waist. “Fucking brat,”
It’s just past 9am, but the kitchen is empty. Touya carries you there, and even though you’re more than capable of walking by yourself, you snuggle into his neck, scattering gentle kisses across the scarred skin, head resting against his broad shoulder.
He exhales a sigh as you do so, and you can physically feel the tension leaving his body, a tiny bit more with each kiss you press against him.
A soft yelp hitches in your throat as he places you on the counter, cold marble stinging the bare skin of your thighs, Touya smirking at the sound as he wanders over to the fridge, rooting through it for a moment before turning back towards you.
“Water?” you make a face. Touya deadpans for the second time in fifteen minutes.
“You said you were thirsty, did you not?”
“Yeah, but…” you trail off shyly, hooking your ankles together and swinging your legs a little. “I wanted chocolate milk,”
“No,” he says instantly, slamming the fridge shut with more force than necessary, jars jiggling and clinking together with the motion. “Water first,” he uncaps the bottle and holds it out to you. “Don’t you dare start pouting,” he adds, when your eyebrows are beginning to knit together, voice stern. “You did not drag me out of bed at nine in the fucking morning because your mouth was drier than the desert just to pout when I give you water. You know you aren’t allowed sugar first thing in the morning, baby,”
You suppose he has a point, working hard to smooth your face as you take the bottle from him.
“M’sorry, niichan,” you murmur before taking a sip, gazing at him through your lashes.
He glares at you for another moment before a tiny grin breaks his face, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.
“You’re really testing me this morning,” he mumbles as large hands pry your knees apart, wedging his hips between your thighs while hands curl around your hips and drag you towards the edge of the counter. Your legs wrap around his waist—an automatic reaction—ankles hooking again and holding him close, bodies pressed flush together.
Something’s still off, you can tell, evident in the way his head drops the moment you’re close enough, forehead resting against the crown of your head, exhaling.
“It’s not very nice, babygirl,” he speaks again after a beat of silence, calloused hands slipping under your—his, your mind reminds you—t-shirt, palming your hips. “Think you should make it up to me, hmm?”
And you want to, God, do you ever want to, want to kiss all of his sorrow away, want to pull those gorgeous broken whines and throaty moans from him, want to help him forget about whatever it is that’s bothering him so deeply, to lock it out of his head, shoving it from his mind as his brain is filled with thoughts of you. But…
“B-But niichan, we’re in the kitchen,” you have to force the trembling words from your mouth, biting down hard on your lip to keep from moaning as his teeth skim along your neck, evoking a full body shiver.
“So?” his lips brush against your skin, nimble fingers dipping into your cute pink panties.
“Anyone could—could come in any second and—”
“What? Catch us?” he pulls back a little, smirking. “And?” sapphire searches your face as heat rushes to your cheeks, rushes shamefully between your legs. He snorts a moment later, pressing two fingers against your clothed cunt. “Exactly,” the word is just a huff of breath as he nudges his nose against yours. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“I—”
“Don’t try lying,” he sounds bored as he cuts you off, fingers rubbing at your little hole through the damp cotton of your panties. “Your pussy’s very honest,”
And the broken whine that hitches in your chest is nothing short of absolutely pathetic, back arching and eyes fluttering as he begins flicking his thumb over your clit, keeping his touches light and fast.
“Yeah,” he breathes, the word bordering on a growl. “Of course you would. Bet you could cum from just this if Natsuo were watching, huh? Want everyone to know how easy you are for niichan? How much of a good little slut you are for niichan?”
“You planning on testing that theory out?”
Natsuo’s unexpected voice makes you jump, eyes snapping open and flying to his face as you choke on a gasp, Touya’s thumb choosing then to press hard against your swollen little clit, forcing an embarrassingly loud cry from your lips and paying no mind to his younger brother, who’s leaning casually against the doorframe with a smirk decorating his face. In fact, Touya doesn’t react to Natsuo at all—
Because he already knew.
“N-Niichan,” you nearly wail, burying your scalding face in his shoulder, nails digging into the smooth muscles of his back.
“Aww,” Natsuo coos, and he sounds genuine. “C’mon, don’t hide from me, sweetheart,”
“What, now you’re shy? When you were about to get off on the very thought just moments ago?” Touya’s patronizing chuckle vibrates against you, though his hands are on your back, petting you in smooth, soothing motions.
“Niisan, don’t tease,” Natsuo laughs, and you smush your face harder against Touya’s shoulder, whimpering a little as Natsuo’s voice gets closer. “I just figured if you two were gonna have a cheeky lil fuck in the kitchen, the least you could do is let me watch,”
Touya begins laughing again, starts to say something, voice abruptly cutting off. You stiffen, clinging to him, breath bated as you listen.
“Surprised you two were the first ones up,” Fuyumi’s voice floats through the space, tone clipped.
You peak out from over Touya’s shoulder, watching as Fuyumi fiddles around with their extremely expensive coffeemaker, a deep scowl etched into her face.
“Oh? And why’s that?” Touya asks lightly, sounding genuinely surprised, innocently curious.
“You know why,” she snaps, slamming her coffee mug down on the granite countertop and whipping her head around to glare at her older brother.
Touya chuckles and shakes his head, maintaining that he doesn’t, he swears, and if you didn’t know any better, if you couldn’t see the smug smirk on his face, the mocking amusement swirling in his eyes, you’d believe him to be telling the truth.
But Fuyumi knows him better than that, rolling her eyes and grumbling unintelligibly under her breath. Shouto chooses then to enter the kitchen, hair slightly mussed, looking a little like a white and red haystack atop his head, and Touya’s body goes rigid.
He yawns out his morning greeting, glancing around the room, mismatched eyes lingering on your bare thighs for just a second too long.
Touya notices, because Touya notices everything—especially when it comes to Shouto, cobalt eyes sharp and trained on his every movement—moving to shield you with his body as best he can.
“C’mon princess,” he’s mumbling as his hands force their way under your ass, hefting you up again. “Let’s go,”
And no one misses the way Shouto watches the two of you leave, the way his sleepy eyes focus on your ass—just barely concealed by the cotton panties, Touya’s hands providing more coverage than the garment does—then move down to his brother’s shameless erection, partially obscured by your body, inhaling a sharp gasp that everyone hears, that everyone knows what it’s in reaction to, that everyone ignores.
❅ ❅ ❅
Today’s activity is ice skating, Rei tells you as your exiting the cabin.
She looks excited, a smile on her soft lips, eyes bright as she pats your shoulder, and it makes warmth flutter in your chest, glad to see the events of yesterday haven’t completely dampened her mood.
“Do you know how to skate?” Natsuo asks you, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet.
“I do,” you say proudly, looking over at Rei as you reach Touya’s car, sharing a grin. “Rei taught me not long after she and my father started dating,”
“Aw, mom,” Natsuo coos, looking over at his mother for reassurance. “That’s sweet,”
Rei hums, nodding as her eyes drift back to yours.
“Hold on a second,” she says as her smile slowly begins to dissipate, glancing from Touya’s hand on the handle of his car’s passenger door, to your face, to Natsuo standing by his own car a few feet away, brows knitting.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting in the car?” his response comes out as a question, spoken slowly as he’s worried it’s the wrong answer, tilting his head a little like a puppy.
“There’s no need for you to take more than one car,” Rei says pointedly, her gaze darting to Touya, holding his eyes even though she was speaking to Natsuo. His mouth falls open to protest, but she continues. “The five of you will fit in one. We’ll see you there,”
Her tone is final as she turns away and gets into her own car, the five of you watching in silence as it reverses onto the road, snow and ice cracking and popping under the thick tires. Natsuo turns back to the group, a large, boyish smile on his face.
“It’s fine! We’ll take my car,” Natsuo’s eyes soften a little as he looks over at his silver Porsche, patting the roof affectionately.
“No,” Fuyumi responds immediately. “Absolutely not.”
Stone eyes fly back to her face, alarmed. “What! Why?”
“Because you drive like a lunatic—I refuse to ride in any car when you’re behind the wheel,”
Natsuo frowns as he rounds his car, coming to stand with the group. “Well your car isn’t here, since you came up with mom, so—”
“We can take Touya’s car,”
“No,” Touya nearly growls, the unexpected rumbling deep in his chest causing everyone to flinch.
“Why not?” Fuyumi’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, eyes narrowing slightly as she glances at her older brother. “I can’t think of any reason—”
“He is not stepping foot in my fucking car,”
Fuyumi’s eyes widen slightly, staring at him in disbelief, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding, or are you really that stupid?”
“Touya-nii,” you gasp softly, tugging on his arm a little and then hugging it to your chest. His voice drips with venom, sharper than a tungsten needle, and it makes both you and Natsuo wince, despite not being the object of his fury.
“Fine, Christ, I just won’t come then,” Shouto finally chimes in with a roll of his eyes. “Will that make you happy?”
Touya whirls around to face him, rips his arm from your grasp so aggressively, so suddenly, that it sends you stumbling backwards. Natsuo catches you quickly, righting you with an arm wrapped around your shoulders.
“You wanna know what would make me happy? You fucking de—”
“That’s enough,” Fuyumi cuts him off with a glare so fierce it sends chills skittering across your skin, regardless of the thick sweaterdress and heavy jacket you’re currently wrapped up in. Natsuo must feel it course through your body, because he pulls you tighter against him, fingers digging into your shoulder.
Touya’s eyes snap to his sister, raising an eyebrow as a terrifying smile spreads across his face. It’s a smile you’ve only seen a few times before, gleaming white teeth on display, angular jaw clenched tightly. It’s a smile that makes icy dread pool in your stomach, thick and heavy, and you try to press yourself closer to Natsuo, body flush against his side, partially hiding your face in his chest.
Still, Fuyumi does not waver. “You are an adult, Touya. For God’s sake, act like one! Shouto is not a disease—”
“Could’ve fooled me,”
“—that will infect your car! He’s your baby brother!”
Touya’s eye twitches at the term, painful smile stretching even wider. In the pale afternoon sunlight, those glinting white teeth look pointier than normal, and you whimper into Natsuo’s chest.
“My car, my rules,”
“Oh my God! Are you being ser—”
“Alright, this is getting a little ridiculous,” Natsuo jumps in quickly, trying to keep his voice light. “You’re scaring our little princess, niisan,” he says, voice softer, a large hand rubbing your shoulder in comfort.
Touya spins around again, wild sapphire eyes finding yours, his face falling the moment your gazes meet.
Little fingers have tangled themselves in Natsuo’s jacket, clinging to him so hard the skin over your knuckles is stretched taut. Your entire body trembles as you blink hard, trying in vain to clear the tears rushing to your eyes. The pounding of your heart echoes in your ears, so loud you can’t hear what Touya says as he swoops towards you, eyes wide and worried.
“We’ll take my car, and Fuyumi will drive.”
Natsuo’s voice holds the same note of finality that his mother’s does, large hand still curled around your shoulder as firm stone eyes scan the three faces in front of him.
❅ ❅ ❅
Touya refuses to have you and Shouto in the back seat alone, and Natsuo insists that he sits in the passenger seat, to make sure Fuyumi doesn’t hurt his baby, he explains, which is how you end up smack in the middle of the oldest and youngest Todoroki children.
It’s cramped—they’re both too big to be in the backseat of such a small car—resulting in the three of you being squished together, your body packed in tightly—practically wedged—between theirs.
It’s nearly impossible to keep your thigh from brushing against Shouto’s, but you try anyway, leaning into Touya as much as you can. A strong, possessive arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, fingers fisted in the material of your little sweaterdress, sapphire eyes hyper-focused on the way Shouto’s corduroy clad thigh keeps knocking against your bare knee with every gentle jolt of the car.
But when Shouto idly drops his large hands heavily to his lap with a sigh, long fingers splayed casually, just the very tip of his pinky resting against your thigh—well.
Touya sees fucking red, yanking your body away from his little brother immediately with a vicious growl caught in his throat, the movement so sudden and unexpected it has both you and Shouto gasping, heterochromatic eyes wide and alert as they snap to his eldest brother’s face,
He hadn’t even noticed. Truthfully, you probably wouldn’t have either if it hadn’t been Touya’s suffocating, overbearing presence beside you—engulfing you, causing you to be excessively aware of every miniscule movement, every jostle and touch and bump.
“Don’t fucking touch her,”
It takes Shouto another half a second before the realization hits him, eyes darting down to his thighs, finally taking note of the placement of his fingers. Then he’s scoffing, rolling his eyes as he huffs to himself, quiet and under his breath, something about Touya being absolutely ridiculous and childish and insecure.
Yet Shouto’s legs spread a little more every time Touya pulls you a few centimeters closer to him, ensuring that your thighs can never quite escape his, his strong muscles constantly nudging against yours.
It isn’t until you push your knee back against his, hard and purposeful, giving Shouto a sharp look, that this behaviour finally halts.
“Who’s being childish now?” you hiss, eyes holding his sternly, widening a moment later as if to say, Stop aggravating him.
Shouto’s face falls, lips tugging down into a frown as his gaze searches your face, head shaking a little. He opens his mouth—to apologize, you think—but is cut off by Touya’s immature snickering, his chest vibrating against your back.
“Fuck you,” he seethes instead, eyes narrowing and mouth snapping into a firm, unimpressed line.
“Watch it—”
“Play nice, you two,” Natsuo warns from the front seat. “I won’t hesitate to pull this car over and beat both your asses on the side of the road for everyone to see,”
“Okay, dad,” Shouto snorts as Touya simultaneously responds with, “I’d like to see you try,”
Nevertheless, Natsuo’s little warning does manage to shut them up for the remainder of the ride, Shouto crossing his legs, knees pressed up painfully against the door in an attempt to stop touching you. You’re practically in Touya’s lap by the time you arrive at the Ena Skating Rink at Crystal Park, seatbelt uncomfortably biting into your flesh through your clothing.
“I don’t understand why we had to drive an hour just to go skating,” Shouto grumbles just as Fuyumi turns into the parking lot, face set in a deep frown, eyebrows furrowed as he glares out the window. “There was a perfectly fine lake like, ten minutes from the cabin,”
“Shou, you sound like a petulant teenager,”
“Technically, he is a petulant teenager,”
“Not for much longer,”
“That’s right, your birthday’s coming up,” you say automatically without thinking, words slipping from your mouth as Fuyumi circles the lot in search of a parking spot. In the past, Shouto would’ve ignored such a slip-up, figuring the politeness of providing you an answer not worth Touya’s wrath, but now he turns to face you with a small smile, heterochromatic eyes almost twinkling, mask of irritability burning off his face in an instant.
“Yeah, in a few weeks,” he shrugs a shoulder. “I’ll be twenty,”
Do you have any plans?
The question lingers on the tip of your tongue, words frozen at the back of your throat as Touya’s hand curls protectively around you, strong fingers digging into your plush waist hard enough to make you wince.
But Shouto has become pretty good at reading you over these past few years, no longer needs you to voice your thoughts—the two of you have become accustomed to communicating through looks and expressions alone, to keep from sending Touya into an absolute rampage, to keep the both of you safe.
“Not sure what I’m doing yet,” he answers, keeping his voice light, though those mismatched eyes are sharply trained on your face, ready to analyze and decode whatever expression your features morph into.
This is the first time he’s ever verbally answered, though, and it hits you like a bag of bricks swung at your chest, the realization that this is something the two of you have built up together, something the two of you have spent years doing, working together silently, quietly, subtly, to keep Touya placid, something the two of you have been subconsciously doing to protect each other.
The thought inspires an odd feeling in your stomach, chest tightening with something akin to anxiety, something bitter and heavy rooting in the pit of your belly.
Touya saves you from having to answer, hastily unbuckling your seatbelt for you the moment Fuyumi’s finished reversing the car and nearly hauling you out before she’s even cut the engine.
❅ ❅ ❅
“You’re not coming?” you ask Touya as he slips your foot into a skate, beginning to lace it up.
Touya shakes his head. “No,”
“Touya never learned how to skate—refused to, actually,” Natsuo informs you, sitting down next to you on the bench and playfully bumping his shoulder against yours.
Tilting you head, you stare at him, a soft little oh slipping from your lips. Touya avoids your gaze, jaw clenching rhythmically.
“It’s for the best. He really shouldn’t be near any sort of blade for an extended period of time, not while Shouto’s in reach,” Natsuo jokes, though no one laughs, because it’s true.
Touya spends most of his time leaning against the boards, bright sapphire eyes trained on you, glued to you, cataloging all of your movements, each of your cute little giggles and soft little smiles, every hand on your shoulder or waist as it steadies you.
It’s hard for him to watch.
It’s hard for him to watch the way your eyes twinkle as Fuyumi speaks to you, the two of you gliding around the ice nonchalantly, hard for him to watch the way Natsuo pulls endless laughter from your throat as his gloved hands hold yours, pulling you along with him, hard for him to watch when Shouto appears beside you, slowing his stride to talk animatedly to you, the two of you absorbed in whatever discussion you’re having.
And yet, he can tell something isn’t right. Your eyes are twinkling, but they don’t gleam the way they do when you gaze at him. You’re laughing, but it isn’t as bubbly and pure as it is when evoked by him. You’re talking, but you aren’t wholly and completely captivated by whatever it is Shouto’s saying to you, gaze constantly drifting just over his shoulder, connecting with Touya’s.
Those ten little words from the night before echo through his mind again, and his molars grind together, but the look in your eyes, the way your face positively lights up when you skate towards him, past him, blowing kisses and giggling behind mitten covered hands, stomps them to little pieces, to dust, your fleeting presence blowing them away. He feels like he can fucking breathe again, each time you glide by him, resolve hardening a little more with every lap past him.
No, he knows he’s the best for you, absolutely is without a doubt the very best for you— and you confirm it with that loving, adoring, doting look every single time.
Despite this, he keeps disappearing intermittently, your heart sinking just a little bit more every time you look over to see him nowhere to be found, a sour taste settling on the back of your tongue. This is only the second day into the trip and you’re already terrified, knowing that he’s filling his nostrils with that fine white powder the moment he begins to feel his high fading, the moment he feels himself beginning to come down.
And by the third time he vanishes within a single hour, you decide you can no longer stand by and do nothing, say nothing—he’s gone for more than usual this time, an uneasy sense of dread flooding your body, making your limbs tingle as your heart begins to race, plopping down on the wooden bench and bending down to quickly unlace your skates. Your voice shakes as you tell the others that you’d like to take a short break from skating, claiming that your feet are sore, and that you’d like to rest for a while.
In actuality, you’re sure they all know what you’re doing, itching to go search for Touya, heart pounding painfully as several scenarios flash through your mind, but they say nothing, nodding with those polite smiles they all plaster on their faces any time something like this occurs.
The muscles in your thighs ache as you jog across the snow-dusted field, eyes frantically darting around the large open space in search for a man with ivory hair and azure eyes. Your feet take off the moment you spot him, an instinctual reaction, breath ragged and burning in your chest as you barrel into him, winding your arms around his waist tightly and burying your face in his strong chest.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he’s murmuring softly, arms encircling you and squeezing you against him, dropping a kiss to the crown of your head. “What’s going on, princess?”
Pulling back, your eyes study his face, stomach plummeting when you see it.
“Out playing in the snow again?”
Cobalt eyes narrow, Touya tilting his head in question as he stares at you. A frown mars your face, deep sigh leaving your nostrils without your permission, and Touya bristles. A tender thumb swipes across his nose, showing him the pure white powder it gathers.
“Slow down,” you say softly, gently, cautious eyes watching him carefully. “I don’t want a trip to the ER for Christmas,”
He holds your gaze for a moment, and you can see it, the blue fire simmering deep within them, but because it’s Christmas—and only because it’s Christmas—he blinks twice, extinguishing the flame to dull embers.
Chest heaving once, deep and heavy, he sighs out of parted lips, holding your hand to his cheek. Sapphire eyes close briefly as he nuzzles his face into your touch, and for a moment—just for a second—you think he’s about to apologize.
But that would be a Christmas miracle.
“Keep me in line,” he says quietly, shoulders slumping a little in defeat, a tiny sardonic grin on his lips as his eyes open again, searching your face. “Okay? Can’t let my best girl down on Christmas, now, can I?”
And although his shoulders are straining under the weight of this new responsibility—to try and restrain himself a little more, to not solely rely on the drugs to numb him to everything, to give up autonomy, power, to you—a weight feels like it’s been lifted off of yours, regardless of the fact that he’s asking you to control him, and you inhale deeply, able to breathe again.
I’m only worried about you, you want to say. It isn’t your intention to put more stress on him, especially when being forced to spend nearly every waking minute around his blood siblings is evidently very difficult for him, but you don’t want him dead because of it, either.
“I love you,” you tell him instead, unsaid words sown into the fabric of the sentence.
But he doesn’t need to hear you say it, he can feel it—in the air around you, radiating off your frame in thick waves that crash into him in the most pleasant way; in the way your soft fingertips stroke his cheeks, tracing his features with the utmost gentleness; in the way you gaze so tenderly at him, eyes sweeping across his face akin to the most compassionate caress.
It all makes him feel like he can do this, like he might actually survive this, so long as you’re by his side. The thought produces an inexplicable lump in his throat and he blinks hard, glittering eyes sweeping across your face before he seizes it, large hands cupping your jaw almost painfully as he pulls your face towards his, lips capturing yours in a crushing kiss.
Niichan! You try to squeal, muffled by his lips, Touya using the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, down your throat.
Traitorous as ever, your body melts into his only a second later, fingers latching behind his neck, trying to pull yourself closer.
“I need more,” he mumbles against your lips before pecking them again, eyes still closed. “I need more, baby, I need more right now,”
“Then take it,” you whine breathlessly into his mouth, echoing your words from the night before. “Take it, it’s yours,”
❅ ❅ ❅
It smells like damp rubber and stale snow, with a hint of year-old hard candy crushed beneath snow boots, releasing faint scents of artificial strawberry and orange.
The restroom is filthy, but neither of you care, too wrapped up in each other to pay much mind to the grime on the walls, or the flaky rust on the faucet—which is quietly dripping intermittently, covered in little droplets of condensation that gleam under the harsh florescent light humming above, tubes exposed.
The cement wall is cold against your bare skin as Touya rucks your dress up around your waist, hands under your ass supporting your weight as your legs wrap around him obediently, praising you for listening to him and never wearing pants, even in weather like this, because god, it makes everything so much easier, baby.
In the past, you would’ve been in a rush, positive you didn’t have much time before someone noticed your absence.
But your family is used to this now, completely unphased by the two of you disappearing for twenty, sometimes thirty minutes and returning with swollen lips and freshly fucked hair.
It’s not like they can say anything, anyway—it’s not like anything is going to stop the two of you now; it’s not like anything would’ve stopped the two of you before, either.
Despite this, Touya still doesn’t exactly take his time with you, large hands pawing at your breasts, your waist, your hips, fingers dipping into the elastic waistband of your panties just to let it snap back against your skin, reveling in the little yelp it conjures from you.
“Already soaked,” he sneers in your ear as two fingers skim over your lace-clad cunt. “Of course you are. I don’t know why I expected any less,” he huffs out a chuckle; a mean, harsh sound that ghosts over the shell of your ear before he captures it with his teeth, biting down hard and forcing a high-pitched squeal from your throat. “Because my baby’s such a Goddamn slut, isn’t she,” his lips are against your ear as he murmurs in that low, sultry voice, hot breath contrasting the cool air of the restroom, and you shiver violently.
“Only for you,” you whine out, already breathless.
And you’ll never get over how easily he knocks the air out of your lungs with just a few dirty words and prodding fingers, stroking your slit through drenched lace in a way that’s almost gentle, careful, purposeful, sure to keep his touches as teasing and not nearly enough.
Still, those three words have more of an effect on him than you would’ve thought, a possessive growl ripping from his chest as he grinds his hard cock against your inner thigh, the denim rough against your soft skin.
That growl in particular is your favourite, and you tell him so.
“Yeah?” he laughs a little, pulling back as sapphire searches your face rapidly, wide and bright and alert with the cocaine rushing through his body.
“Makes me—” sharp teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, just above your shoulder, a loud gasp cutting you off and bouncing against the walls of the small room. “Makes me wet, niichan,”
He groans into your skin, tongue wet and warm and caressing the skin in little licks back and forth, back and forth, back and forth as he sucks, branding you with brilliant violet.
“What’s this? My princess talking so dirty without being prompted?” he pulls back to look at you, and you can see the amusement dancing in his deep, deep eyes, endless pits of cerulean smothering everything their gaze touches, almost voracious as they soak it all up, feeling like they’re sucking the very life from you in the most delicious way.
A pitiful squeak escapes your lips in the form of an answer, heat seeping into your cheeks. He’s mocking you—you can tell. Those three words uttered from your lips aren’t even that dirty, are nothing compared to some of the things that have come out of your mouth while you’re delirious on his cock, begging for his cum.
Still, you’re unable to find your voice, staring at him in an almost helpless manner, a little kitten in the clutches of a jaguar, claws beginning to close in on you, trapping you between heavy, sharp paws.
“Ah,” he smirks, eyes darkening dangerously. “Not so bold when niichan’s actually looking at you, are you?”
Front teeth dig into your bottom lip, chewing on it a little as you hold his gaze, feeling heat gush between your thighs, the symphony of your combined slightly ragged breathing ringing in your ears.
“Say it again,”
And you try—really, you do, lips separating as you try to force the words out, a nasty combination of frustration and shame eroding your chest, burning and acidic, then shaking your head a moment later.
“Just,” you whimper as you try to pathetically rock against him. “Please?”
“Nah, nah, nah,” he’s shaking his head, that stupid grin etched across his face, pulling back even more but keeping you up against the wall, hands still cupping your ass, hips pinning yours. “Niichan isn’t gonna fuck you now unless you ask for it,”
Your forehead creases with a deep frown. You usually ask him to fuck you, don’t you? “I alwa—”
“No, no, you don’t,” he says simply with a tilt of his head. “Niichan wants you to really ask for it this time,”
You blink rapidly in confusion. “I-I don’t understand,”
Little breaths are beginning to leave your mouth, speeding up with the racing of your heart, terrified to upset him. Yet he looks amused, looks like he’s having so much fun as he torments you.
“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos with a false pout, mimicking your own. “You’re not that stupid, are you?”
A little whimper leaves your lips, chin twitching, threatening to begin trembling as you shake your head at him, unable to find words. Heat floods your face again, little pinpricks under the skin of your cheeks, a physical manifestation of your humiliation as he tuts his tongue.
“I don’t know how else to explain it to you,” he shrugs nonchalantly, though you can feel his cock throbbing through the thick denim of his jeans. “Just ask for my cock, babygirl,”
Although oozing with patronization, his voice is soft, blown pupils gazing at you with so much love it’s nearly overflowing from his eyes, slender fingers kneading the flesh of your ass almost tenderly as he waits.
And that’s all the encouragement you need, really.
“I-I want your cock, nii—” you begin, voice fading as your eyes meet his unimpressed gaze, raising an eyebrow at you as if to say Really? That’s the best you got?
A fierce need to prove yourself, to make him moan again, to make his stomach tense from just your words alone, blazes in your chest, burning through your veins and giving you another surge of confidence.
Gazing at him through your lashes, you pout a little more. “Niichan,” you whine out the honorific, back arching a little as you do. “Please, niichan, give it to me, I’m begging, my pussy is aching for your cock, T-Touya-nii—I need it filling me up, need it right now, f-feels so empty without you stretching me wide open,” the sentence fades off into a little whimper, but his lidded, glazed eyes, and the way his tongue runs along his bottom lip as he stares at you spurs you on, more dirty words spilling from your lips. “Feels—Feels wrong without your f-fat cock inside of me,” you nearly weep. “Please, niichan, make it right again,”
The gentle tremble in your voice only adds to it, somehow manages to make you seem so fucking innocent as you whine out such filthy words, and Touya can barely handle it, rubbing against your thigh, the repetitive motion of the denim dragging across your soft skin causing it to chafe.
“Fucking Christ,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes slip shut. “I wish I had recorded that,”
A cute, shy little giggle bubbles up your throat, face still burning. “I-I can say it again, if you want, niichan,”
He laughs—a genuine laugh deep in his throat, paired with a smile that meets his eyes—and presses a chaste kiss to your nose.
“One day, I’ll film us,” he vows, and the thought alone makes your stomach swoop. “But now, niichan’s gonna make you feel right again, okay, princess?”
“Oh, please, please,” you’re whimpering, body quivering against him.
“Shh, niichan’s got you,” he murmurs as he fiddles with his belt using a singular hand, your tiny fingers wandering down between your bodies to aid him.
Shoving your panties to the side, the head of his cock presses against you, and you wince in anticipation of the stretch—the stretch you so lovingly begged him for, he reminds you, sapphire eyes soaking up every single one of your expressions as he pushes in; reveling in the way your shut lids tighten, face screwing up in pain as the softest little yelp hitches in your throat.
It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, abused cunt still sore and raw from the night before, from being fucked so ruthlessly less than twenty-four hours ago.
But you’re so wet, he breathes, rolling his hips slowly, stretching you little hole out just a bit more with each unhurried rock of his hips against yours. The wetness does nothing to stop the sting that accompanies his motions, though, reopening the tiny superficial fissures in your sensitive skin, quite literally tearing you apart, again, as your cunt yields to his girth.
“Niichan, hurts,”
“Yeah, baby?”
Little fingers curl in his thick sweater, and you whimper out an affirmative, head nodding lethargically against his shoulder.
“I thought you wanted niichan to fill you up?” he speaks as though he’s confused, a hint of condescension sown into the question, never halting his thrusts.
“I-I do!” you say quickly, head shooting up to gaze at him with glassy eyes, thick shield of unshed tears causing them to gleam in the harsh light. “I do,”
“Well then,” he smirks at you, hips pulling back, slow and controlled, before thrusting back in, sharp and fast, so hard it shoves your body up the wall, head whacking against the concrete with such force it sends agonizing pain shooting through your skull like lightning strikes. “Stop being a fucking brat, and take what niichan’s giving you,” he scolds over the piercing cry that falls from your lips, voice rough, deep, rumbling the way thunder does, buried in thick clouds on a humid summer’s day.
“Ungrateful little slut,” he snarls out, panting a little as his hips set a punishing pace, rapidly slamming into you, his jutting hipbones digging into the fresh bruises from the night before.
And you’re powerless to stop the noises you’re emitting, catching in your throat in time with his harsh thrusts, little mewls of niichan! and broken whines bouncing off the solid, cold walls, each one reverberating in his skull, forcing his hips to drive faster, harder, deeper.
But it’s fucking intoxicating, the way he’s pulling those needy little sounds from you as tears slip down your cheeks, pompously spitting demeaning words at you, sugarcoated in a thin, gleaming layer of praise. He’s a goddamn drug, words invading your mind and casting a thick haze over it, and during that moment all you can see is him, hear is him, taste is him—you swear you can feel him rushing through your veins, his heady scent of expensive cologne mixed with hickory campfire and a hint of Marlboros filling your lungs, the organs swelling painfully as you hold him inside your chest, trying to keep a piece of him close to your heart.
He stops to readjust your position, grunting as hooks an arm under your knee and yanks, ripping it from around his waist and forcing it toward your torso, your ankle nearly resting on his shoulder, his hand splayed flat against the dirty wall, using it as leverage. Your other leg clings to him, wrapped so tightly around his body that the muscles are beginning to quiver. Still, this brief pause affords you a much needed moment to catch your breath before his hips piston into you again, harsh, strong, fast, cockhead slamming against your cervix with each snap of his hips.
Each thrust forces another yelp to tear from your throat, your voice hoarse and raw, as he bruises your abused cervix, sharp spikes of pain shooting up your lower back and down your trembling thighs. He’s a watery blur at this point, eyes overflowing with tears, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders as you clutch him, arms beginning to ache from holding yourself up.
Tufts of white hair stick to his neck and forehead, clumped together with sweat. He’s almost whining out curses, slipping from between clenched teeth as his thrusts continue to pick up speed, although you can barely hear him over the sound of your own ragged breathing, peppered with pitiful little sobs that leave your chest heaving.
“Look at you,” he gasps out, wild sapphire eyes searching your face. “So fucking beautiful, taking my cock so well,”
And even in such a position, inebriated from the potent combination of pain and pleasure and him, his praise still makes your heart soar. A little pink tongue darts out to wet your chapped lips, bitten raw by him and salty with your own tears. Strand of hair stick to your puffy cheeks, though you’re unsure if they’re coated in sweat or tears.
“C’mon, baby,” he nearly keens. “Want you to be a good girl and cum for me,”
And those two tiny, four letter words are the magic words, like they always are, your head nodding vigorously, incoherent babbling bubbling past your lips; yes niichan, of course, wanna be a good girl for you, touya-nii, the best girl, your best girl.
He gives you permission to touch your clit, swollen and aching from neglect, your fingers sneaking between your bodies to rub at it, pussy clenching almost immediately.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “Yeah baby, just like that, milk niichan for all the cum he’s got,”
The praise, mixed with a direct command, has your fingers speeding up, moving in rapid circular motions, that cord of heat in your stomach coiling tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until it finally snaps, your little cunt throbbing as you gush around his cock.
He follows immediately after with a dark growl of your name, hips stilling as he finally cums, pinning you against the wall, cockhead pressed tightly against your sore cervix.
It’s thick, scalding, and copious, wrecked little noises getting caught in your throat as his cock pulses, filling you with endless spurts of cum; so much, too much, and you’re sure your womb isn’t nearly big enough to take it all, positive that it’s leaking out of you, running down your ass and down his balls.
You still haven’t caught your breath by the time Touya’s releasing you, hands firm on your hips as he places you gently on your feet, keeping you steady as your legs shake. You can still feel his cum leaking out of you, and you wish you had something better than your thin panties to keep it inside of you. With a pout, you tell him so, voice absolutely ruined as you wheeze out, “I-I wish I had a-a plug, niichan, to hold all of your cum inside me,”
“Christ,” he breathes, eyes twinkling as he gazes down at you, brushing his slender fingers through your sweaty hair. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”
❅ ❅ ❅
You don’t remember much of the drive home, struggling to keep your heavy eyelids from falling shut. Touya’s half dried cum is sticky—now practically gelatinous—in your panties and the mere thought of it makes you whimper, wiggling your hips a little, trying to shuffle closer to him.
It makes you feel needy. It makes him feel wanted.
“Niichan’s here, baby,” he’s murmuring into your hair as he readjusts his arm around your waist, pulling both your legs over his lap, your side still pressed firmly against his. “Niichan’s here,”
A pitiful whine slips from your lips, little fingers curling in his hoodie as warm hands travel up your dress, kneading the supple flesh of your thighs. Fingers press into the bruises he knows are there without even having to look, smirking at the way you hiss, contrasted by the way your thighs spread just a bit more, giving him more room to work, to play. The pads of his fingers graze the tiny raised cuts that the rough denim of his jeans left behind, tracing the raised little scabs.
“Sleep,” he tells you softly. “You did so good today, such a good little girl for me, my best girl,”
And his voice is the most soothing lullaby, smooth like melted platinum and quiet enough that only you can hear it, undoubtedly drowned out to the others by the staticky car radio.
❅ ❅ ❅
The dark bedroom is bleary, as if you were gazing at it though a thick slab of glass, eyes scanning the room slowly, mumbling out something that’s unintelligible even to yourself.
You’re not exactly sure how you got here, sitting on one of the twin beds in yours and Touya’s shared bedroom, propped up against the tiny headboard like a doll.
Touya’s murmuring to you softly as tender hands find the hem of your dress, tugging it up slowly, slowly, slowly, a low whine getting caught in your throat as your soft skin is exposed to the cool air, until he’s removed it from you completely. The clasp at the back of your bra snaps, and you want to tell him to be more gentle, this is your favourite bra, but you can’t seem to make your tongue move, the muscle sitting slimy and heavy in your mouth. Your vision disappears entirely for a second as something soft is slipped over your head, your body engulfed in the scent of hickory wood and Marlboro smoke.
Then large hands are all over you, maneuvering you onto your side then rolling you onto your back, gently prying your thighs open a moment later as he kneels between them, the springy mattress dipping with his weight.
“Touya-nii,” his name escapes your lips in a jumbled whine of protest.
“Shh, baby,” he hushes you, pulling your soiled panties down your legs.
Every muscle in your body aches, weighted down with fatigue from the long day, a few weak kicks—more of a fluttering of your legs, really—being all you’re able to manage in resistance.
“Hurts, niichan,” you whimper, through your eyelids are already falling shut again, exhaustion tugging at your consciousness gently.
“I know, princess,” he responds, and you’re just awake enough for the words to register, brow furrowing. His body heat disappears for a moment from between your thighs as he leans over to grab something, then returns, waves of comforting warmth rolling off of him.
Your body flinches ever so slightly as you feel something cold and smooth being spread across your swollen folds and puffy little hole. Cream, your mind supplies feebly.
“Niichan—”
“Quiet now,” he says, voice firmer than before. An order, this time. “Go to sleep, baby, and let niichan take care of this,”
Hot, tingling sparks blossom deep in the pit of your stomach, making your entire body buzz, like you’re high off him again, the sensation causing your chest to swell. This is what love feels like—Touya rubbing cool, soothing cream into your raw skin as he murmurs soft praises to you—you’re absolutely positive about it.
“I love you,”
The words leave your lips as a dreamy sigh, body finally relaxing against the mattress again.
He presses a tender kiss to your inner thigh, the soft skin a mosaic of crimson and violet from his previous ministrations. “I love you more,”
And that’s the last thing you feel, the last thing you hear as your mind slowly drifts into unconsciousness, filled with hazy images of a pretty boy with glowing sapphires for eyes and ivory for hair, of slim veiny hands decorated with the most magnificent black ink, the pads of their fingertips dancing along your skin, of a deep, sultry voice smoother than satin murmuring how much it loves you as lips crawl up your body—up your thighs, over your stomach and ribs, along the curve of you neck, until finally, they reach yours.
#dabi x reader#dabi smut#todoroki touya x reader#todoroki touya smut#dabi#AAAAH this was supposed to be posted last night but i fell asleep editing it after getting distracted by SOMEONE#anyway enjoy!!#i hope u all like it!!#whew two down three to go#technically two to go because part four is nearly finished ehehe#tw pseudo-incest#OH THERES ALSO SOME FORESHADOWING IN HERE EUEUEUEUEUEEUEUE#MARI KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
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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.
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If you have a job, how long is your shift?
It’s technically 8 hours but I always work through my lunch break and log in overtime hours a few times a week sooooo I never really get to follow it anyway.
What was the last thing you received in an envelope?
I have not received anything in an envelope in a while...my packages usually come in layers upon layers of bubble wrap and protected further with cardboard boxes eheh.
Do you ever wear your hair in a pony tail?
Yeah, I actually just tied it in one before starting this survey.
When was the last time you got a new phone?
Nearly four years ago. I really wanna get a new one already, but I can wait till I finish my Christmas shopping before I can finally prioritize a phone.
Do you wear your watch on your left or right arm?
I don’t usually wear watches; but when I do I wear it on my left wrist.
What was the last kind of pop you drank?
I dunno, I don’t normally drink soda. My best guess would be Coke since the people around me typically don’t get Pepsi.
Do you think you’re single because you repel the opposite sex?
Nah, it’s just my choice. And if I do turn out to repel guys, I honestly couldn’t care less; I swing whatever way, anyway.
What language did you take up in high school?
I didn’t get to take up any language class in high school; and even my college curriculum didn’t include language electives :( Whenever I’ve wanted to take up a certain language I usually just download Duolingo hahaha; then a few months ago I also dabbled in enrolling in a legit class, which was for Korean lessons.
Why are you home?
Because I socialized SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO agonizingly fucking much last Friday that I easily threw out all my plans to sit at a coffee shop and roam a mall by myself this weekend. Momma needs to recharge as fuck.
Do you like sunflowers?
Sure! They’re not my ultimate favorite but I do love them, and they hold a special personal meaning to me too so there’s that.
Whose bedroom were you in last?
Just mine.
Are you counting down for anything?
Not actively at the moment.
Are you watching TV? What’s on?
Not right now.
Have you ever been bitten by a mosquito?
Yes, but I’ve been very fortunate in that my mosquito bites have never led to dengue. Seeing the blood sucked out of me right after I swat a mosquito away always makes me woozy though :((
Do you have a sweatshirt on right now?
Nah, too warm for that.
Where is your ex?
Fuck if I know; I stopped caring when the clock struck to 2021.
Have any pictures on your dresser mirror?
I don’t have one of those but on my work desk I have a portrait of OT7 and an image flag of V that I still can’t believe I impulsively bought a few months ago lol.
Did you hang out with anyone today? What did you do?
Just Cooper when I took him to the vet this morning. No further plans for me for the next few days plz.
Have you had any beer this week?
Eugh, hate beer and only really ever have it when I’m drinking with a group and they all go for a bucket of beer; so no.
What channel did you last watch on tv?
I don’t reall watch...channels anymore haha. We got rid of our cable subscription over a year ago. That said, I last used the TV for YouTube.
What was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed?
I had red wine with my co-workers last Friday.
Currently waiting on something/someone?
I’m waiting for myself to get started on working on that briefing document I’ve been planning to do for the last two weeks hahaha. I think today is finally the day I put my ass into it, which I’m not too happy about because weekend work.
Last time you painted your nails?
Years ago; it’s not a part of my routine.
What was the last thing you watched on television?
Run BTS if I remember correctly.
Is your shirt yellow?
Nope, it’s red.
How old will you be in 12 months?
I’ll be 24.
What did you do last night?
I watched some YouTube, finally got started on my Christmas shopping for a few relatives :D :D and ordered in yangnyeom chicken and spicy tuna salad. All in all a well-spent evening where I just let myself unwind.
What woke you up this morning?
The heat, which is always the worst way to be woken up at least in my opinion.
Do you sleep naked?
No, because my mom doesn’t really understand the concept of knocking. Even if I lock my door I still have the feeling she would use a key to open it sooo I’d rather be safe.
What should you be doing right now?
Technically I should get started on that dumb document I mentioned earlier just so I can finally get it over with but I'm still cherishing my quick weekend, so that’ll just have to wait a little bit more today.
Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now?
A year ago I didn’t even expect to still be alive beyond like, April; so everything since then has been a pleasant, welcome surprise. I’ve said this before in surveys but I’m happy I stayed.
Does the person you have feelings for start with any of these letters:
Whoops, no letters. But to make things easier I don’t have feelings for anyone at the moment.
Do you have make-up on?
Nope.
Have you kissed anybody in the last 4 days?
I have not.
Have you ever held hands with someone in a car?
Sure.
The last person you kissed name started with a J or R?
No, neither of these.
Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches?
Nah, I just barely make it to 5′2″ hahaha.
Would you rather be called honey or baby?
Both is fine. I was called baby a lot before but I imagine I’d be fine with honey, too.
The person you have the most feelings for calls you right now, what do you do?
Not into anyone so I’d be very surprised if someone called me haha.
Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed?
Because they aren’t in my life anymore and haven’t deserved to be.
Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
I’ve already smoked a handful of times, so no. I don’t look for it, though. I’ll only ever do it socially.
Your last kiss meant nothing to you, right?
It did at the time.
Where is your phone?
It’s set on the bed, near me.
Will you kiss the last person you kissed again?
Nope, don’t think I ever will again.
What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed?
Wouldn’t be biologically possible to begin with.
Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
I don’t even remember, it’s been a while since I got this...Feliz, maybe? in one of their cute stalls for clothes.
Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years time?
Nah. But who knows? I’m definitely not closing the door on marriage.
Would you ever try being a vegetarian?
Sure, emphasis on the word try. I can give it a shot but I have a feeling I’d ultimately fail. Filipinos love their meat lol.
Did anyone call you babe yesterday?
Nopes.
Did you ever slam a door on someone?
It’s very possible I’ve done this, yeah.
Have you ever walked on the beach at night?
Yes, I love being able to do that.
I bet you’re thinking about someone right now?
Not really about someone, but I am mulling over a couple of things at the moment.
Are you in love with someone right now?
Nah, none of that for me for now.
What have you watched so far today?
Not a lot, actually. I spent the early morning playing a rhythm game on my phone then went straight to taking my dog to the vet. While dressing up though I did watch a few BTS clips; that’s the only content I’ve watched so far today.
What is the weather like right now?
Ugh it’s so humid it’s gross. I might turn on the aircon after posting this.
Are you talking to anyone on AIM right now? Who?
I never used AIM but I’m not talking to anyone. I did just finish a quick conversation with my sister on Messenger, which had been about the Jungkook image picket I asked her to order for me. It’s a gift for aunt who’s balls to the wall crazy about JK these days so I cannooOOOT wait to give it to her heehee.
What is your favorite card game?
Eh, don’t really like card games.
What kind of pet do you have? Any certain breed?
I have Kimi who’s an aspin; and Cooper the beagle.
What color shirt are you wearing right now?
It’s red. Well more on the maroon side than anything, but yeah.
Do you wish someone was dead?
That’s pretty harsh; no I don’t.
What’s your favorite ice cream?
Cookies and cream or chocolate chip cookie dough. These flavors are the only two instances I’m completely fine with encountering chunks in my ice cream, because otherwise I hate when it’s mixed in with nuts or marshmallows or whatever.
Have you ever given a toll collector 75 cents in pennies?
We don’t have pennies but no, I have never paid for tolls entirely in change. That would seem like such a headache for both of us.
Give me the link to your favorite Youtube video:
This is definitely one of them; it was when Andrew of BuzzFeed went all the way to Japan to cook the famous Kichi Kichi omurice, under Chef Motokichi himself. I still go back to that video when I find myself clueless on what to watch on YouTube.
The last time you hurt yourself-how did it happen?
I had an intense pins and needles attack when I woke up a week ago - and the thing was that I was too groggy I didn’t even notice it happening to my left leg, so when I got up to make coffee, my leg immediately buckled and I crashed hard on my knee. It turned into a nasty bruise at first but it ended up as a wound anyway; but fortunately it’s like 95% healed now.
What’s the name of dance you can actually dance to?
I don’t dance dance but I do memorize the choreogaphy to a number of songs, mostly Beyoncé and BTS since I’ve seen dozens of their performances.
If you could have any pet you wanted, what would it be?
I’m ok with two dogs.
Did you ever have an invisible friend?
Yeah, I made up a short-lasting imaginary friend when I was 5.
How many emails were you sent today?
I haven’t checked and I will not check. I’ll worry about that crap tomorrow.
Favorite sleeping position?
Either side, with an arm and a leg clutching a pillow.
What are you drinking right now?
Caramel coffee.
What’s your favorite alcoholic drink?
Long Island Iced Tea.
How many hours of sleep do you get each night?
It usually varies but it ranges between 4-8.
Are you a good morning person?
Eh, it varies. It ultimately depends on my workload for the day haha; like if I’m swamped as early as 9 I am more likely to be cranky.
Have you ever been on a diet?
No, never really needed to be.
What’s your favorite dessert?
Cheesecake or macarons.
What was your favorite Christmas gift you got last year?
The CM Punk shirt + Petals for Armor physical album + handwritten letter I received from Andi. The letter is still pinned up on my bulletin board and I have no intention of taking it down ever.
What have you thought up yet for this year’s list?
Like a bucketlist? Maybe an out-of-town trip with my friends before the year ends, which I hope actually pushes through.
What’s the best activity you’ve done so far this summer?
I didn’t do anything...summery...this past summer HAHA but work-wise, I loved being able to handle a campaign that involved BTS :D One for the books for damn sure.
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