Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:35 pm

Both Italy and Canada spoke in unison. "Right." They both went up and picked up America along with the help of the alien. The Canadian looked at his pet. "What about him?" His glove hand pointed at the bear who was sitting on the ground nibbling on a rice ball.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:48 pm

"Eh?" Prussia looked at Kumajiro while stuffing supplies into Alfred's and his own jackets, then chuckled, almost forgetting it came with him. "Oh, I'll hang onto him for you, seems you have your own hands full with 'Hero' boy, there." Gilbert walked to the small creatures and picked him up with one arm, patting its head gently. "Hey, hold this for me, but don't drink it, it's mine." he snickered while handing the bear a bottle. "Now hang on to me like thi- Oh good, just like that." he nodded, then walk towards the door with a tight grasp of his rusty blade, glancing over his shoulder at his friends. "Ready?"

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 9:58 pm

They all spoke out. "Ready!" The bear just looked at the beer bottle. "Who is this?" It tilted it's head in curiosity as if waiting for it to speak to it. Then it looked up grabbing a rice ball from the Prussian's pockets and nibble on it.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 10:06 pm

He nodded, pushing open the door with all his might as it swung out. He gripped onto his sword tightly, preparing for the worst.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 10:50 pm

As soon the Prussian opened the door, the depressing feeling was so over-whelming. Each time it would be on and off. To their surprising no forms wern't seen at all, but at the corner of their eyes stood a disgusting gray color of goop with eyes all over it. "The maple is that?" the Canadian questioned.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 10:58 pm

"I-I have no idea... Should we kill it?" he shuddered at the site of the monster then looked over his shoulder at Italy, clutching onto the bear in his arm. He looked back at the monster and noticed its incredibly slow speed. "Jeez, it's like a giant mutated slug... We can walk away from it with ease if we wanted to... But where are the other monsters?"

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 18, 2012 11:12 pm

"It looks like a ...slow moving pile of...merda.." The Italian commented at it. All three of them cough looking around. No monsters where no where in sight. Just that pile of the mutated thing.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 18, 2012 11:19 pm

"...Well..." he coughed awkwardly, feeling very stupid now. To think he was so worked up to face a bunch Steve's and created an epic plan, only to see a crawling piece of Shizer. "I guess the room is still safe for now, but we should check some others or something now that we went through the trouble of packing and crap..."

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 7:51 pm

Canada looked around the room and saw a piece of paper laying the corner of the cell. Out of curiosity the Canadian let go of the leaving the Alien and the Italian falling to the floor with Alfred still knocked out on top of them. Picking up the paper and looking at. The paper was torn in half with a green bar and red bar on it.

Italy got up and went to where Matthew was standing at. He tilted his and looked at the two colorful bars. "Look what Matthew found, ve~!" He called out to the Prussian.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:04 pm

"Huh...?" Prussia grunted as he was picking up the unconscious America on his back, stumbling closer to the other nations and peeking at the two colored bars on the paper. "Eh? The hell is this?" he wondered aloud, not worrying about that thing slowly dragging itself to them. All they really had to do was take a step back.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:30 pm

"Reminds of pasta noodles." The Italian chirped at the sight since it reminded him of pasta.
The Canadian shrugged and handed it to the Prussian. "Maybe it's a clue, aye." Good, a clue another step to get out of this hell-hole they were in. But, like with all clues leads up with another clue.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:35 pm

Gilbert only chuckled at Feliciano; he would think it were pasta... "Hey, look at this..." he pointed his finger at the edge of the rippled paper. "It looks like it was torn in half.."

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:02 pm

"Si, it doe-" His voice was cut off when he heard something familiar to of a cell phone. He diug into his pockets as he reached out a plastic silver cell phone answer it. "Ciao?" The line went dead after of hearing a sound of a piano key. "The line went dead.."

His blue eyes widen in shocked as he heard another cell phone going off. What was the meaning of this? How come Feliciano didn't told them about his cell phone before? He stood there looking at the Italian in shock.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:06 pm

"T-That's mine..." Gilbert stuttered, staring at Feliciano. He must have known what was going on. "U-Um, hallo? .... I heard a piano..." he informed them, looking down at his phone. The call ended after that one note. "Ita, what is...?"

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:22 pm

His voice was stuttering in fear. He had never experienced this before in the time loops before. But, he does remember them trying to call but, the call always went dead. "M-may K-kiku...isn't really dead..." His hands were shaking at what he was hearing. "Maybe that Japan...trying to call us..ve.." He looked down and nodded his head. Assuring himself Kiku wasn't dead.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:27 pm

Gilbert could tell thatFeliciano was definitely not familiar with this, but was going into denial instead. "Kiku is dead, Ita. I saw with my own eyes. He's dead." he spoke in a harsh tone, being more blunt than intended but he couldn't help it. He had to get it through his friend's head that Japan was indeed dead before he lost it.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:41 pm

"But the piano keys.." Bringing brought back to Japan's death where the piano room stood then the one that happened a day or long ago was. He fell down on his knee's crying. "I-I'm so sorry, Japan..!" He wailed out into the ceiling, clutching his cell phone in his right. This was a sick game that thing was playing on his mind. To mess with his mind and his memories. He sat there crying, asking for forgiveness and saying sorry out into the ceiling as if he was talking to the sky. His voice cracked in anger along with pain as he yelled out. "I'll play this sick game if you want....Like, I said...only if you can catch me.."

Matthew stood there, not knowing what to do. He wasn't so sure how to handle his Italian friend's breakdowns. Nobody didn't want him to go insane since Italy was their only way out.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:49 pm

Gilbert was about to kneel next to Feliciano until he noticed the Piece of Shit drawing closer to them. It was slow, but they couldn't stand there forever. He grabbed Italy's hand and pulled him onto his feet, grunting and slowly getting up, for America was still on his back. "Canada, open the door, now!" he called, putting Kumajiro down as well. "And take your bear too, even the awesome me cant take this much weight... Ita, get a grip!" he scolded, bu ended up dragging the Italian toward the door.

"He's dead! Dead! There's nothing we can d- do...!" the albino shut away the tears that threatened his red eyes, gradually taking one step after another. "You gotta k-keep being strong for everyone..." he whispered lowly, either to Italy or himself. Maybe both.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:15 pm

He quickly nodded, picking up his bear then running to the door. "Maple!" He said with beads of sweat running down his face, from his gloves not being able to open the door. He slipped them away and finally pushed the door leading them to the bloody clock work area. "C'mon hurry!" Canada shouted holding up the door for them.

The brown orbs of the Italy's face was wet as he sobbed being dragged by the Prussian as they were escaping from the moving pile of shit with eyes heading straight towards them. He knew somebody was going to be gone next. He had failed so many times trying to save them. Now, he was being save again. Making the same mistakes. Making the promises and making the same lies. Each time loop he didn't forget them but, the others did. Each time loop a different beginning with the same ending. Him always alone just because everybody was saving or protecting him.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:26 pm

Once taking both of the nations to the room, he tossed Italy inside with a bit force and carelessly dropped Alfred off his back. "Shut it now!" he called, pulling Canada in with his bear and tightly shutting the door.

"Feliciano, you could've died just sitting there! If we weren't there, what would happen to you, Hm!?" Prussia looked over his shoulder with a furious glare at his friend sobbing on the floor. "Hm? Hm?! What would West say, huh? What would he say to you right now?! Get a hold of yourself, Italy! If you don't snap out of it, we'll never get out! You gotta do what's best and forget about Japan's death for now, he'd want you to!" It took Prussia a minute to realize he was at eye level with Feliciano, shaking him uncontrollably. His eyes widened, and he stopped in shock with himself.

Tears began to spill from his eyes, making him look away with shame and dropping his hands from his friend's shoulders. "I-I..." he tried to stutter out an apology, but nothing else would escape his lips. 'Am I crazy too now?' he wondered, lowering his head.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:45 pm

The Italian sat there crying. 'For you guys to get out..' he though as he sobbed being yelled at the furious albino. It was the truth, the sole purpose of them really getting out alive. If he was gone, they'll be free. He wanted to tell them the truth, but he couldn't. He heard Germany being brought up and knew what Germany would actually say to him. His face was in terror as Gilbert shook him uncontrollably yelling at him. He was in a mad world world, with familiar faces with worn out faces. Italy sat there against the wall crying while the Canadian sat there with his brother with a few tears falling down his winter coat. The room filled with silence as the nations wept.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:53 pm

"I-Ita, I didn't mean..." 'Damn, I'm a monster...' his mind echoed, staring down at his pale hands and not caring that his cold tears were falling upon them. He wanted to get out. With everyone, even Japan. He wanted to go home, with his brother. He wanted wurst, and beer. German beer, not that shit from the toilet. 'I need to get us out of here... Before I lose my mind... And become one of them...' he clenched his hands, until his knuckles turned much more white.

Gilbert glanced at Feliciano, speaking no words. The look on his face just screamed his apology.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:19 pm

He choked on his sobs as he tried to speak. His voice was so soft and whisper like as his sobs hid each phrase. "D-don't...be sorry..." He turned his head away from him. "It's m-my...fault.." His voice was wispy as he laid down, he wasn't tired; he didn't want no body to see him like this. All broken down in the inside and out. He missed his cheerful self, the pasta, Japan, Germany, all the other things he did before this happened. He wished he could took it back. But, he can't since it meant for him going back and restart.

He went straight into a ball clutching the journal to his stomach, beads of tears went down his face as he swore at himself for being so stupid to listen to those rumors, telling America about it, asking if the others would come then others noticing their absence to come and find them in this mess. With much more bigger problems. Creating a more hell for them, a much more private hell for each and one of them.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:49 pm

After a long moment's silence, Gilbert finally managed to choke out. "It's all of our fault, we all contributed..." Italy felt a cold hand on his back, probably belonging to Prussia. "You gave the pieces to America, he laid it down, and the rest of us decided to walk along the track... Everyone, not just you..."
A light snicker escaped his lips, though it sounded weak. "Ita, don't get like that, you're not cute looking. Sit up and look at me."

**Italy Veneziano** Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:47 pm

The cries of the Italian, quiet down but still shedding the tears. He felt the cold hand of the Prussian on his back as he was talking to Italy. Sniffles could be hear as the Italian moved slowly. After sitting up, his head looking down. His brown eyes stared at Gilbert forcing him to look directly at him. His soft face now, red, broken with tears.

He wanted to be strong for them, but, how could he be strong for them now?

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