Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:12 am

"....Hallo there..." Prussia greeted with a smirk, looking up at Steve. Book under his arm, blade drawn, and of course, his bottle of beer meeting the albino's cracked and pale lips. "You seem to have hit the gym since our last meeting... About, 20 minutes ago? Ja, I'd say so. You look like you've been using drugs. Using steroids is cheating. Oh well, no time for talking, I have to get back to my friends, so if you don't mind-" without warning, Gilbert sweeped his blade across and at Steve's chest, and another diagonal slice to its face. Then he did what a smart warrior would do. Run.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:20 am

As the blade ran right across the face of the monster and hitting his pointy shape eyelid made Steve to yell out. It turned to the now running Prussian up the stairs as it followed it. But it couldn't get up the stairs, so it faded away into the darkness of the mansion.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:25 am

Prussia was running like a madman, feeling actual fear for his life. He didn't hear it running after, but he didn't dare turn around to check; it would probably appear in front of him once he turned his head again. He just kept running, clenching his items in hand and taking gulps of his beer.

After what felt like a lifetime of running, Prussia reached the door opening it, stepping inside and closing it tightly. He ran across to the other steel door, opening and closing that one, meeting up with the others. He panted heavily, leaning against the door and staring into space.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:33 am

Canada jumped back but, seeing it was Prussia, he calm down. "You okay..?" He knew it was the Thing or something worse. But, since he wasn't really face to face with the monster he really didn't had that much say. Which he never doesn't speak out that much anyway. He turned to the sleeping Italian seeing that the bleeding has stop. "Well, Feliciano is sleeping now and the bleeding stop as well."

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:37 am

"Yeah, it didn't even touch me..." he cleared his throat and tried to slow his breath, not wanting to say he ran from the thing. 'The damn thing was on steroids...' "O-Oh, he is? Gut, I got his book too." he tossed the said journal next to him and slid onto the floor, groaning from exhaustion of... Well, everything.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:49 am

He nodded his head and pointed at Italy who was sleeping on the wooden floor. Seeing the journal gliding next to the Italian, Canada tilt his head and looked at it. A book? Why would go down there and risk his life for a book? More banging could be hear in the other room. But, the door was sealed shut by the Prussian. So, they''re safe. Right. "You risk your life for a book?.." Dread fell upon his shoulders and laughed nervously. "Not, like it wasn't important or anything at all...Haha." He shut his mouth and went back eating the rice ball. He offered Kumajiro one but it did his signature "Who are you?"

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:55 am

"Actually, take a look and see for yourself." Prussia kicked the book to Canada and set his beer next to him, nibbling on a riceball. "The kid's gone through time loops, trying to save us. Fixing his mistakes so ALL of us could get out of here. But each loop, everyone died. And Ita remembers all of it." he pointed his finger at the bloody petals painted around the room, then at the 81st petal. "More than 80 times he's doing this now. That book is a record of all of them, also his source of power I'm guessing, since he was using some sort of magic with it down there."

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 3:06 am

"Maple.." He said picking up the book looking through the book, seeing everything on each page. He found his, America and England's death. But, he was alive. Sitting next to the alien, America, Italy and Prussia. But, how come he couldn't remember? Even the other nations didn't remember either; only the Italian nation. "If we died...then how come we don't remember any of it, ay?" He took a second glance at the book, it reminded him of what England would use for his black magic. "Maybe it's Author's book."

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 3:13 am

Gilbert shrugged and looked to the side, swallowing the rice in his mouth. "Because he chose to go back? I'm not sure." he glanced back at the book in Canada's hands and shrugged again. "Maybe, I never got around to asking. Though the magic does remind me of England..." Prussia folded one leg over the other, looking toward the ceiling. "I'm just grateful Ita's willing to go through all of this again and again for our lives though, bu witness our deaths repeatedly."

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 3:26 am

He nodded his head as dark blonde strands touched the side of his face. "81 times..?" He was surprised on how the Italian manged to do this eighty-one times. "Maybe when he wakes when can ask him about it."

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 3:33 am

"I guess, but let's not pester him too much...." Gilbert's eyes began to droop, his head falling on his shoulder slightly. He has been awake for the longest now, after all. "He's been through a lot... But I think you should get some rest, Ca-..." he yawned, falling on his side and drifting to sleep, his body still pressed against the door.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 2:29 pm

"Right.." The Canadian nodded yawning. He sat down, his eyes drooping as he went alseep. He knew the alien will wake them up if something terrible happened, right? "Night...Kuma-" He was already alseep as the bear had fallen as well.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 3:31 pm

Who knows how many hours they were asleep, but Prussia was the first to open his red and irritated eyes drowsily. "Shit, I should've stayed up to keep watch..." he mumbled sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to be attacked while they were asleep, but everyone must have been that tired.

"....Damn, I must have hit him pretty hard..." he commented, looking at the still unconscious American, then towards Feliciano. "...Oh, gut... He's breathing..."

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:49 pm

The Canadian was already, his face expression seemed like he hard time sleeping all night. He yanwed tiredly. "Yeah.." Knowing all of this, the American can still be knock out for couple of days. He nodded his head. "He has the smell of alcohol now after that battle you guys had with that monster, ay." He held Kumajiro in his arms then picking up a rice ball.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:00 pm

"...My bad. But your brother was being an idiot, no offense." He blinked at the self-appointed hero then took a sip from his beer bottle that was only a quarter full.

"Stuff some beer and riceballs down his throat, he needs energy too." Gilbert stood up and stretched his arms, giving out anther yawn. He then knelt next to Feliciano, lifting up a piece of cloth wrapped around his cuts to inspect the wounds. "Damn..."

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:29 pm

"Right." He picked up a few rices balls and a bottle of beer and walked to where his brother was. He pry open the American's mouth and stuff the rice ball ball in his mouth surprisingly Alfred was chewing it then after that followed a few swigs of the bear.

The cuts on Feliciano's had dried up starting the healing process of the skin. A few glass particles could be seen but not in contact of his olive skin. He was still sleeping being reminded of his thoughts. The room with the caged monsters had been awfully quiet.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:38 pm

Gilbert was pleased to see the scabs on Italy's olive skin instead of dripping red flesh. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty do to the fact he wanted beer so desperately, he didn't realize the possibilities of running into Steve and broken glass piercing into his flesh. But what the albino did realize was the odd silence of the monsters. He was used to hearing them crying and roaring for freedom, but now...

"Canada, d-do you hear anything...?" Prussia glanced at the steel door, mortified at the possibility of those things escaping. Or worse. Escaping and waiting for them.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:49 pm

He shook his head no. "That's why I was up all night...Some where in time they stop.." This was a scary indeed. Maybe the monsters had escaped and was now waiting for those nations to come out of their safe place and attack. During the night, the Canadian had trouble sleeping with those thing's crying for help but since they was in a different room with a different time there couldn't be any exact time at all. After the crying from them had stop, Matthew stayed up all night watching the door.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 6:00 pm

"You didn't sleep?" Prussia blinked at the Canadian, whom was forgotten often. He made a crooked grin and nodded. "Thanks for keeping watch, then." He stood up and stared at the door, frowning once more. "As much as I would love to go and investigate, those things could be right outside. I don't want them barging in here. We should wait at least until Ita wakes up again before opening the door. We could grab America and get the fuck out of here to another safe room, since this one isn't one anymore."

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 6:22 pm

Canada shook his head. How could anyone really sleep if monsters had escaped and was waiting for you to come out? Nobody really. "No problem." He let out a smile upon his face then nodded his head once again. One thing that went through his mind is that, if they were in surrounded by those other forms, how would anyone be able to make it past them? He glanced at the Italian who was now drooling.

Then his sleep "bubble" popped causing him to wake up. His eyes slowly opened up, some of the figures were blurry in his version as he let out a yawn.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:02 pm

Gilbert glanced down at Feliciano and made a smile. "Morning Ita. Get yourself up quickly, I think we have a problem... Oh yeah, and I got the book back for ya when you dropped it on our way back. You're welcome~" he made a smirk and folded his arms, watching the drowsy Italian wake up gradually.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:38 pm

He was putting on his black long sleeve undershirt followed by a tie then he turned his head to face Gilbert. "Grazie~. What..problem ve?.." Questions raced through his head as he finished up putting on the military jacket then placing the brown journal into one of the inside pockets. 'Is this another mistake I made?' He thought.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:54 pm

"Well, have you noticed it's TOO quiet here?" Gilbert paused to give Feliciano a chance to listen to the silence. "I feel like those Things are waiting outside or something... Do you know any other safe room, just in case, Ita?"

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:41 pm

A whisper broke out of his lips as he heard nothing but silence. "Merda..." They have to get out of here fast. He knows that the wooden door wouldn't be able handle them. He looked down with shame in his eyes. He was shameful at himself. "No..." That's all he spoke. He didn't know what else to say. There wasn't anyplace that is safe right now.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 8:51 pm

Noticing the expression of the now sulking Italian, Prussia only gained a determined look in his eyes and confident smirk. "Alright, then I guess we'll just have to find onewhile we're running. Any door with a knob and room with a chair will do, that we could block it for a while until they leave."

Gilbert glanced at his uncounscios companion before speaking again. "Alien, Canada, and Italy. All of you carry fatass. I'll open the door, and if theres any monsters, I'll take care of some to clear a path. You guys stay behind me the WHOLE TIME, and we run like hell out of here! Don't be afraid to hit some though if they get too close, it'll back off a step. We'll run down stairs and into a room, then carry on from there. Any questions~?" Prussia grinned at everyone proudly; he wasn't usually the one to be listened to when taking his leadership role. He was more of a lone wolf then the leader of the pack.

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