Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

**Maria Beilschmidt** Tue Mar 20, 2012 6:21 pm

"I gotta say, you're inspiring even the awesome me with your bravery right now, Ita." he grinned slightly, though his eyes and cheeks were damp with tears. "I've seen you cry before... But you were never broken as this. None of us have. And your pain is like, 80 times as worse. I gotta envy you for that. Kesesese..." he snickered softly, playing with the Italian's tangled hair. "You're a good kid, Ita. You know that, right~?"

**Italy Veneziano** Tue Mar 20, 2012 7:20 pm

Feliciano forced a slight smile upon his face. The tears were slowly stopping with nothing but sniffles every now and then. Feeling the touch of a hand upon his shoulder stood the Canadian smiling down at him, where his blue orbs were shinning in the light. “Friends to the end, Feliciano…” Now, seeing how broken the Italian was made Matthew a bit sadder, but, he kept on smiling even it meant this will be there last together until the Italian nation goes back to re-start the process.

Feliciano hugged both of them tightly not letting go as if he had never seen them before for a long while. He nodded his head to the words of what Canada and Prussia was speaking. He’ll need to keep up his strength and not fall into the darkness. No mater how bad it’ll hurt him. But he must to do it, for the sake of everyone and himself.

Through out the mansion, the monsters were swarming freely in the darkness, bringing that heavy burden with them. They were waiting for the three nations to come out or for another victim to walk into it’s house. But stood in the depths of the darkness with the shadows stood Steve.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:04 pm

Gilbert looked up at Mathew, nodding in agreement as his smile widen. "Ja, what he sai- Whoa!" he yelped, pulled down by the sudden hug from the Italian. He just sat there with shock, next to the Canadian and in Feliciano's arms. A couple seconds later however, Prussia embraced the two and snickered happily, taking in the one oppurtunity of joy. The one moment where he wasn't worrying about home, or the monsters roaming the mansion they were currently trapped in. He didn't want their moment of peace to end just yet, so he hugged a bit tighter, chuckling before letting go of them. "We're going to get out... Together..."

**Italy Veneziano** Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:44 pm

The Italian wiped his face with his sleeve. His face now turning to his normal olive skin color. The redness in his eyes still held in though.Italy hadn’t felt this before in a long while, peace and comfort but, it was the calm before the storm. The two of them nodded then Matthew looked over at his brother who was still knocked out cold and let out sigh. ‘He must of hit him pretty hard..’ He thought. But, it was the right thing to do since, America could of killed himself just going up to it and say “Hi.” Kumajiro sat there being lazy eating the last of the rice ball.
“Well, what did the piano keys sounded like?” Canada questioned.

Looking at his cell phone Feliciano thought about it playing the note in his head. “Ve, like a low do~.” The note of the piano key wouldn’t stop playing his head so he wouldn’t forget, just in case this was big to the puzzle. Then he turned to Prussia waiting for his response.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:23 pm

"Eh, oh yeah.." Prussia would ponder for a moment and look up at the ceiling,the piano note echoing in his head. "Mi, I think it was..." he nodded his head in reassuring, looking at them. "Ja, it was Mi..."

**Italy Veneziano** Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:17 pm

"Like, do ray, me fol, sol, lot ti do~." He chirped out, remembering the notes. He used to sing them alot when he was little.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:34 pm

The Prussian chuckled lightly and nodded. "But I wonder what they're for..." he pondered the ought for a moment, before remembering the one room where a piano was. "We go to that room, don't we Ita?" He blinked and looked towards the pasta-lover, assuming he knew what he was referring to.

**Italy Veneziano** Thu Mar 22, 2012 11:03 pm

The Italian nodded his head slowly to the sentence that the Prussian spoke. "Si.." His voice drifted out into the room as he looked at the ripped paper that was missing it's other half in the pale hand stained in crimson red.

"Maybe it'll be best if we find the other half of it." Matthew spoke out, looking around and notice the last bit of their food now gone by his pet. Once they find the other half and figured it out, maybe it'll be one step closer to freedom.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Thu Mar 22, 2012 11:14 pm

"Yeah..." the albino agreed, pondering whether or not to leave alone to find the piece himself and keep the others safe, but that would definitely mean putting his life on the line. They couldn't go all together with the American still asleep though. He just had to knock him out though...

"Ngh..." he grunted and folded his arms, standing up from his spot. "Well, I'll try to find us some more food. While I do that, maybe I can also find a safer place to stay and that other piece of paper." he nodded to himself; they needed food anyway, and he could be quick. Also the fact the Monsters knew where they were hiding most likely didn't make anything better.

**Italy Veneziano** Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:10 pm

"That's suicidio!" The Italian whaled out standing up. Walking out there in that mansion with those things out and about was basically suicide."It's best to stick together!" He pleaded towards the Prussian. If they were in teams the better off they'll have more of a chance when fighting against Steve or any of it's other forms. But, fighting it alone, they barely have a chance. The Italian knew they were already out of food and needed a new safe and hiding spot to hide from them.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:24 pm

"Ngh, well fine..." the albino sighed and looked to the side. It was true. He might as well stab himself now than go out there alone. Being alone was 'fun', but he couldn't leave his companions just yet. They'd die without him. "We'll go downstairs and head toward the first door we see. Hopefully it has a lock. We have to take things very fast but at segments than just running in. I bet they're all waiting on the first floor."

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:51 pm

The Italian nodded his head as he took a glance at the American who was still knocked out by the hit of the Prussian's sword hilt. "What about him?" He pointed his finger towards Alfred. How long will he be able to be like this? And, how much they can look after him in this state.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 24, 2012 11:38 pm

"I'll just carry him on my back again..." Gilbert shrugged, looking at the Patriot. He answered it as if it weren't a challenge at the least, but truthfully, he weighed a ton. 'That kid needs to lose weight...' He grumbled in his mind as a sweatdrop fell.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:46 pm

"We should really try to wake him up.." Matthew replied looking at Gilbert who was carrying the knocked out Alfred. Hopefully when they find a a safe room they can try to wake him up,

Suddenly there was a hard bump on the door behind causing both the Italian and Canadian to jumped. Then the door started to bang violently as that mutated pile of that Thing wanting to get in and attack the nations. As quickly as the Canadian can run towards, he put his whole body against it's side trying to hold back the door. "You guys go...!" He yelled out struggling to hold back the door as Kumajiro started to help as well.

The Italian stared back as his brown orbs widen starting to see grayish muck starting to appear under the door. "Matthew just come with us! The things is too slow for us to even catch up!" He pleaded for the Canadian to stay with them but that feeling was coming back as it was starting to get under from the door with it's soulless eyes appearing one by one.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:56 pm

Prussia's eyes widened at the Canadian's actions, reaching his hand out to stop him but pulled it back to support Alfred. "No, Canada, there has to be another way! Bitte, don't do this!" He pleaded, then noticed the Piece of Shit seeping through the space under the door. "Fritz..." he mumbled, looking at Mathew with a thankful yet sorrowful expression. This was the only way. "...Danke, Mathew..." he whispered softly, smiling faintly.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:06 pm

The Canadian smiled faintly as he looked down. “For once I’ll be useful..” He spoke softly to himself. Without looking he stepped on one of the eyes causing a rather disturbing gushed sound as bits of it went right on the Canadian and the bear. The muck begin to go the Canadian’s dress shoes.

“Guys go!!” He soft tone voice getting louder. What was left the pile of shit was reforming back to it’s form. He picked up Kumajiro and faced the two. “Tell my brother..That I did something for his and your guy’s safety…” His glasses shone in the light as he was about to face the monster.

The Italian was about to pull him back until he saw the pile moving to him. He stepped back feeling regret but, he had to finish the time loop. No tears were shed as he went to the Prussia. Since, he couldn’t cry. His eyes felt dry from the earlier cries as he wept for the fallen nations that had given up their lives for him and the others.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Mar 25, 2012 11:25 pm

"Auf weidersehen, Canada... We won't forget you, I promise." There was no way they could now after this great sacrifice for them. No longer was he an invisible nation that was always compared to by his brother. Now he was Canada: the nation who saved their life by risking his own.

Securing the passed out Alfred on his back, Gilbert took Italy's hand and ran to the door, swinging it open and running passed the glob without turning back. He rapidly ran down the hall and to the other door, leaving behind Mathew, full of regret. Yet, he didn't let another tear fall, for the sake of his friends. Prussia continued running to the floor of stairs, swearing he saw another Thing with its back turned, and hurried down them. He swung right, still hanging onto both countries and to another door, which held a room with one bed and a closet at the left corner... That was made of steel.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:17 pm

The Italian stood against the door his head bowing with a face expression of fear and sorrow. But, no tear was shedding as he was looking at his blood stained boots. He just stood there trying to catch his breath and his mind trying to grasp onto what the brave Canadian had done for them. The brown orbs looked at the steel door in curiosity and wondering why there was there in the first place. The poor Italian never remember this before. His memory was so messed up by now. He probably had seen it before in the said time loops or may have not. This house was starting to play tricks within his memory.

Within the halls of the second floor, stood in the depths of the shadows stood the Thing that looked like it was on steroids waiting seeing some other things that looked like a birdie(Tennis) swarming through the halls and heading back down. The walls were covered in blood, white paint on the walls begin to chip off same with the wall paper throughout the mansion. Death lingered through the mansion as those Things did to those intruders.

Back to where the Canadian had sacrificed his life for the sake of the others, stood in a corner was a mingled body with tattered clothing covered in grayish muck with spots of blood covering the dead man. His companion; Kumajiro was no where in sight or next to his Canadian master nor was the pile of the shit covered with eyes were. If somebody was there at the scene now, if they looked closely at Matthew’s face, a slight smile could be seen on his battered out face.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:30 pm

Prussia leaned against the door with the American still clinging onto his back, trying to catch his breath as quietly as he could. He didn't move, he didn't put Alfred down either. He made no movement whatsoever. All he did was look toward the ceiling with a very faint smile, his eyes clouded with grief at the same time. "Watch over Mattie and Kiku for me, Old Fritz..." he whispered softly, closing his eyes and taking another moment of silence.

Then Gilbert heard a thump. Another. And then another. 'It sounds like it's just out the door...' the Prussian thought to himself, then looked at his Italian friend. He quietly snapped his fingers at Italy to get his attention, putting one finger over his lips and pointing his thumb at the door, signaling to keep quiet for those Things were just outside. He pointed towards the steel door, telling they should hide in there for a while. It may have been small, but the room had no lock and that door seemed secure enough.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:50 pm

Feliciano shot his head back up turning to Gilbert and nodding his head to his words. Himself could also hear the thumps getting louder with each step then the thumping stop bringing an un-welcome aura amongst the door they were standing against. The Italian spoke the lowest he could so the Prussian could hear him. “We should try to go to that door now ve..”

Right after he said that they was a hard thump on the door then another hard thump followed by another getting louder and louder as long getting harder almost cracking the brown door that dived the two from Steve. Feliciano held his hand against mouth so he wouldn’t scream or yelp from hard thump on the door. Picking his brown boots up and letting them hit the floor silently as he made his way to the steel door.

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:58 pm

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A figure stood tall with a coat and long familiar scarf around his neck. He looked up at the house and a slip of paper and heard thumps, "It doesn't look that scary." he commented. He glanced around and the feeling didn't seem frightening at all. It was quite peaceful the the Russian. He tried to look into the windows but soon found out they were boarded. His friends talked about this mansion and the next day they had gone off to find it. They had t returned and he was worried. He asked some citizens about the isolated mansion and it's current location. He never believed them but when he saw it, he was disappointed to find out it wasn't storming or anything. "They may have gone inside." he knocked on the door and waited a few minutes. No answer. He attempted to turn the knob with success and walked in. With a slam, the door was locked. Be hadn't realized he just trapped himself in a living nightmare.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:03 pm

Gilbert's red eyes widened at the brown door beginning to break. They had to move quietly, but rapidly. Very rapidly. Securing America on his back, Prussia tip toed in a very fast pace to Italy, holding him up with one arm; just enough to lift his feet from the ground. A bead of sweyat ran down his face as he shoved open the steel door, stepping in and shutting it silently. He released both countries and panted, pressing his ear against the metal. It seemed Prussia was to busy worrying about Steve, he didn't notice the flight of stairs right before them.

Then the albino heard a distant door slam. It wasn't from the room they were just in. It was from downstairs. A heavy door. Footsteps. Large ones, that belonged to a pair of boots. Someone else had entered the mansion. Without speaking a word, Prussia slowly turned his had at Feliciano, his expression explaining his shock and fear.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:19 pm

“Not another…” His face filled with fear as he glanced up at Prussia. He let out a sigh as he glanced around the room. He flipped on a light switch and his brown Italian eyes widen in shock to what he was seeing. The room was fairly large enough, with a 12 cot beds lined up in a row, stocks of boxes filled with supplies mostly of vegetables, water and rice. Then another brown door with a sign written in the words of “Bath house/Bathroom.” Feliciano stood up in shocked. Was this a dream he was dreaming of? No, it was reality.

As the Russian stepped into the mansion. There was blood everywhere, with the walls starting to reveal their wooden beams. One end of the hallway was flashing on and off with a droplets of blood leading up to a flight of stairs along with a few broken glasses of beer bottles following up. Upstairs, sounded like of a crashing of door being smashed through as a few hard thumps went in.

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:24 pm

The Russian came at a dark hour so he couldn't see well in the darkness of the hall. He stepped With his heavy feet thudding on the floor. He stepped on some glass. As it crunched below his foot, he lifted his foot up and took a lighter out. Turning it on to reveal the scene, he looked around with a horrific expression on his face. He heard the sound of a door crashing from upstairs and walked up, making sure broken glass didn't tug on his scarf. He had his pipe in his right hand, his good swinging one and the lighter in his left. When it got brighter, he put it away and looked behind him down the dark staircase. He paced swiftly away, just incase, and headed toward the door.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:27 pm

"Ita... You didn't know about this room, did you?" The Prussian whispered to his friend, glancing toward him with a shocked expression. He shook his head. "You know what? We'll talk later I need to get the other guy." Gilbert hurriedly laid Alfred onto one of the 12 beds and hurried down the stairs again with a "I'll be right back, I promise." and wave. He stopped in front of the steel door, pressing his right ear against the cool metal again and stood in silence, listening for the monster or a scream of terror.

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