Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 7:23 pm

The country just stood there confused by the sign but where did he saw this before? Then he looked at Gilbert. "Maybe it's-a store, ve?" Soft giggles went out of his lips as he spoke out. What person would really buy from a toilet when someone or thing does it's...business in? Then he notice a few packs of beer, rice balls and potions. Was this all of America's doing or another country's idea? Just to get a joke out of them? "Should we take them?" Looking at the food made him hungry for more. He did wished it had pasta indigents.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 7:38 pm

"A store? Why the hell would anybody-?" he paused and looked at the direction of Italy's gaze. Rice balls, chile, beer, potions- Beer. "I-Ita, they have beer..." he spoke with disbelief, staring at the beverages as if they were the last supply of energy on this Earth. ".... The toilet has beer!" he grinned widely at the bottles of his favorite drink and almost completely forgotten he was in a mansion hunted down by a monster. "Hell yeah we should take them, let's go!"

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 7:57 pm

The Italian laughed nervously and completely forgot that they was here for a piss break. But, grabbing the most stuff he can, stuffing the rices balls and the bear into his bear. He really wanted to check out that black panned door, as if it was calling for him but, he had to go to the bathroom now. He started to squirm just thinking about it.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:03 pm

Grabbing the first bottle of beer he could, he popped it open with ease and chugged it down, forgetting he even needed to go to the bathroom. He just continued drinking down the bottle, not caring that it was dripping across his cheeks. Once finished, he set it down with a clink and grinned with satisfaction. "Hell, that was gut...!" he cackled then looked at Feliciano, blinking and watching him squirm. "...You can go ahead and go, Ita. We're all guys."
(What makes this hilarious is that it's the opposite. XD)

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:24 pm

( I know right? x'D)

The Italian nodded his head and unzipped and started to go to the bathroom. As he was doing his thing there was a bump in the next room. The Italian jumped, with piss flying everywhere some getting on the albino that was drinking his beer. After seeing what he had done, the Italian flushed with embarrassment . "I-I'm so scusa, Prussia!" The Italian cried out zipping up his pants.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:30 pm

"Shizer, what the hell Ita?!" Prussia blushed furiously, trying to wipe off the Italian's piss off of him. "Mein Gott, I prefer the blood...!" now trying to shake it off of his uniform, he looked up at Feliciano, his eye twitching. "...Mention this to anyone, and I'll kill you myself... Now move aside, beer's not helping the bladder."

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:39 pm

"Scusa, ve!" Italy nodded his head quickly and moved aside from the toilet. He was keeping his eye on the door just in-case that thing try to get in here. But, what made that bump sound in the next room over? He thought quietly to himself.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:48 pm

He looked down at his clothes and flinched, nodding his head. "Yeah yeah...." he groaned then unzipped his pants to do his thing, now a bit awkward. Still, he felt even right there he had to keep his guard up just in case that Thing is rude enough to not knock and just barge his way in the bathroom. "Eh, you said you wanted to check out that other door, right?" the Prussian coughed after finishing up, zipping up his pants. He didn't even bother flushing, this wasn't his house. It was that damn Thing's. Since when did The Awesome Prussia respect that thing anyway?

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:01 pm

Feliciano nodded his head while eating a rice ball. "Si.~" It was first thing he eaten all day. He was savoring every bite he could as the food went down his throat to be digested. He went to the wooden door, putting a grip on the yellowish door knob, opening the door, he walked out and headed for the the said door.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:07 pm

Stuffing more rice balls and of course beer in his jacket and even pants, hell, the man loved his beer, he held a bottle in one hand and his sword in the other, following after Italy to his side. He was sure that thing was around somewhere.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:28 pm

Italy was already there trying to open. On the last rotate, the door finally swung open, making the Italian go with it. Curiosity filled in his Italian accent as spoke. "It's dark in here, ve~!" After flipping on the light switch, a scream escaped his lips as he saw what was standing right infront of him.

Right there stood Steve. The thing that had took away Japan and others as well. Blood dripped off it's gray slender sharp pointy finger tips. He just stood there not even attacking the Italian. The atmosphere had turn icy, even their breath could be seen, but not the monster's. Was this thing even a living thing. Or was it sent from hell? It's pitch black soulless eyes just stare at Feliciano like he was seeing all the mistakes he had done in the past.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:36 pm

"Eh? Italy, what is-? ...!" Shock surged through his body, his first instinct was to pull back his friend then quickly stab into the Monster's stomach, growling lowly and twisting it before pulling out and repeating the process rapidly to its chest.

He took a step back and popped the bottle of beer open with his thumb, taking a gulp and savoring the taste as if it would be his last, though he promised to himself it wouldn't. 'I'm going to drink the fuck out of all this beer...' A sly smirk crawled on his lips, beginning to feel the adrenalin.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:49 pm

A red surge of energy blasted through the area almost sending the Italian half way across the hallway; since mostly Italy was blacking the path so the blast only hit him. The monster walked out of the room, looking at the albino that was drinking his beer.

The Italian screamed as he sent half way across the hallway. Finally he slid on his back hitting the wall with a hard thud. Such a force could killed somebody. Some of the beer bottles broke and glass went into his skin and clothing. He held in his tears from the pain. He had to be strong. Slowing standing up wincing in pain, he slowly made his way back to Prussia and Steve, drawing out his journal.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:55 pm

"Kesesese, you hurt little Ita..." he slashed again at the shoulder, digging it deeper into its flesh. "And you dare.... Break. My. BEER!?" Despite the wide and kind of creepy smile, Prussia screamed out with rage, raising his sword and stabbing the rusty blade into its head. While doing so, he took another swig of beer, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 10:23 pm

A loud roar was made through out the mansion, showing it's long sharp teeth as it's mouth opened. There was no tongue visible. Just pitch blackness and a few rows of rather sharp teeth. The teeth was stain with blood and a few pieces of flesh and clothing could be seen cling onto the between's of the teeth. Dark blood oozed out of it's grayish skin, it was coming out quickly as the sword dig in deeper and deeper. The monster didn't stop.

All of sudden a bright red flash and shout was made. As the flash took a hit of the monster another deadly roar could be. The military clothing was appearing with spots of blood from the stabbing of the broken beer bottle's glass. 'I'll be strong...' He whisper to himself. As he and Prussia fought the monster.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 10:29 pm

Prussia's eyes widened at the site of Italy. No, not because of the sort of magic he was doing, maybe he learned it from England or something, he didn't care at the moment, but the fact he needed medical attention. Fast. "Guh..." he glared into the giant black eyes of the monster, taking his last gulps of beer and smashing the end on the Steve. His grin widened, stabbing the sharp glass of the bottle repeatedly into the Thing.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 17, 2012 11:13 pm

Steve let out one more battle cry as the blood came out of him from the Prussian and the Italian doing his magic from the journal. One of it's bulky fists hit the ceiling lights making the lights flickered in the room. The sight of it was terrifying as the monster faded away leaving a puddle of blood.

Feliciano stood there breathing in and out from the battle and the heavy fall. His arms were trembling as he sat down. The piercing of the glass bottles went right through his clothing and penetrated his skin as the blood was drawn out. His back did hurt as if a bullet grazed his olive skin from the hard fall to the wall. A few tears of pain left his brown Italian eyes as he tried to move.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 17, 2012 11:43 pm

"Yeah, bitch... What now...?" he taunted and scoffed down at what was left of the monster- A pool of blood. He looked at the bottle covered in its blood. He tossed it along with the blood, then spit down at the red pond mockingly.

"Kesese, that wasn't so tough, huh Ita?" He looked over his shoulders and eyes widened. "Ita!" Prussia dashed and skidded to a stop to kneel next to Italy, starting to pick off the glass piercing through his clothes and skin. "Shizer, I can't get it all..." he mumbled, gently and weakly picking up Feliciano in his arms. "Let's go back, it's too dangerous here..." And with that, he started to run across the mansion and up the stairs.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 12:34 am

The Italian dropped the brown journal as he was picked and carried back to the room. The alcohol went into his wounds stinging it, made Italy wince. Some of it was dripping off his clothing. The Italian made a few gibberish words as he was brought back to the only safe room in the mansion.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 12:39 am

Setting Italy on the floor, he also tossed aside a couple beers and rice rolls. "Canada, help me with Ita..." he called, picking off the glass from him quickly. "Take off his shirt, he has more." It was then that Prussia realized Italy was missing something. What was it that Italy was holding during that fight again...? "The book.... Shizer...."

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 1:00 am

The Canadian stood up after seeing the Italian laying on the floor trembling. "What happened to him..?" He spoke out removing Italy's jacket and the shirt. He slipped his brown gloves off and begin to pluck the broken glass away from Feliciano's skin, causing more blood to slowly come out. His blue eyes turned to Gilbert. "What happened down there guys?.."

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 1:07 am

"We ran into that thing, but at least we have something to eat now. I hope you like beer." Prussia smirked lightly, taking his shirt and tearing off small strips, handing them to Mathew. "Wrap these around his wounds, he's bleeding a lot." then he stood up and walked towards the door after taking another bottle of beer. "I need to go back and get Italy his book. He'll surely die without that, and we will never get out of here... I hope that Thing isn't waiting..." not even waiting for the objection, Gilbert opened the Ssteel door. "Oh yeah, if I don't come back, take care of Ita and the others, will ya? I'll try to come back... Kesesese..." and he closed it.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 1:42 am

He nodded his head slowly wrapping the stips cloth onto the Italian's room. As he was about to say something, he was too late as Gilbert shut the door. Now Matthew was along with an knocked out America, a wounded Italian and, a alien. He sighed as he reach for a rice ball and begin to eat it. Keeping an eye on the door. He still didn't trust that room next over. He knew something was bound to happened once those monsters broke free or if the cell even breaks.

The Italian drifted into sleep as he shut eyes and begin to dream but, it was his thoughts he was dreaming off.

"I failed haven't I?", "Just one more time!", "We'll make it out alive.", "Don't go...please.." As those thoughts raced through his sleep, each face of the fallen nations appeared, all battered up and bloody. Some were images of him standing in the middle as the others formed a clock. And him in the middle crying out over and over again. "I'm your last trophy after all!", "You lost to the guy who's only redeeming feature is his fast feet!" He was standing there confronting the monster as it poured down rain as thunder clashed and lighting appeared in the cloudy sky. "Take us back!", "If you can catch me in the next one...that's only if you can catch me.." His hands balled into fists at he shouted at the damn thing.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 1:48 am

He glared around with his amber hues while walking down the empty halls, careful to not make any echoes with his steps. He needed to be faster, quieter, he just needed to be back. The thought of a freed Thing trying to break into the safe room would be a nightmare. After all that work.

Prussia slowly stepped down the stairs, holding up his sword as he kept walking and taking a small sip of beer. He hurriedly ran into the same hall him and Italy fought the monster in and scanned the floor for the book. "...Oh danke Gott, it's still here..." he sighed with relief and kneeled down to pick it up.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:05 am

"Hurry up and get here Prussia.." The Canadian whisper, taking another bite of a rice ball. He wouldn't know how to defend himself if one of those things broke out. He just sat there and waited and waited.

Because they're both very important to me.." It was America talking to Italy. Two cots held England and Canada wrapped up in bandages. Still it didn't help the bleeding. They were already gone and Kumajiro was no where around the Canadian some assume he was taking by that monster or drifted somewhere in the mansion and never came back to the Canadian. His glasses shone in the light as he looked down, a few tears coming down. Italy stood there watching the American cry. He just got done crying but, fresh tears were upon his face as he cried. Not in his life he had never seen the nation cried. But, seeing him cry made him cry some more. The drops of Alfred's tears hit his brown dress shoes now worn out and blood stained. He wished them good bye as Feliciano left with Germany and Prussia.

In the darkness stood the grey monster. But, something was different. His appearance. This time as he stepped out, the wood made a creek noise and crack in the floor. That heavy burden fell right onto the Prussian's shoulders as he picked up the book. Then as he would turn away stood a tall rather very big muscular version of Steve.

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