Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

**Maria Beilschmidt** Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:11 am

"Don't worry your psychotic little mind. I won't. Don't have anything I want anyways." Gilbert noted, taking a seat on a chair and drinking his beer slowly to savor it, holding up the loose bandages at the same time.

**Italy Veneziano** Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:55 pm

The Italian still drowsy couldn’t make what the Prussian was saying as well. He just sat there trying to wake up. The figures were a blur to him at a moment as he blinked a few times then seeing the full bodies of his friends. Now trying to grasp onto time as he let out a yawn. Mornings for him was like this in his ‘normal’ life before it all went into hell.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Fri Mar 30, 2012 7:12 pm

"Now go rest, I'll keep up..." Gilbert yawned lightly and looked towards the Italian, regaining a cocky grin. "Guten Morgen, Ita." he greeted, messing with his friend's tangled hair in a playful manner.

The darkness around his eyes intensified how red they were; and not just his natural hues' colors. The loose bandages around his body were held up by his other bloodied arm, that was obviously sore with each movement. His smile was weaker than usual, and lost weight. Perhaps the fact that Gilbert didn't sleep in a couple days was what made the Prussian look like he was walking corpse. Why did he always volunteer to stay up? he wondered. 'I'm the awesome Prussia of course...' he scoffed to himself, lifting the bandages again and sitting to the foot of Italy's bed, getting a moment of rest.

**Italy Veneziano** Fri Mar 30, 2012 7:40 pm

“Mattin-” The Italian paused seeing the condition that Gilbert was in. The poor Prussian looked like he hadn’t sleep within weeks or eaten anything really. It sadden Feliciano to see him in this state. “You should try to get some rest, Gilbert.” The awaken Italian said getting up and heading upstairs to get the medical kit and returning back to his friend. “I can stay up for once and be on guard, ve.” It was the least he can do, since he hadn’t done anything in return for them until they all get well, maybe not Alfred since he’s been in a coma for more than a week now. They can all enjoy his famous pasta once Prussia and Russia gets up.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:04 pm

Gilbert pondered the suggestion for a moment as he was removing the poorly done bandages. He was tired alright, so very tired, and he did trust Italy too, but was still worried. Then again, the Monsters don't seem to know about the room they were in, so he should be able to sleep a couple hours and wake up to an alive Italian.

"Ja, fine. But I want my serving of pasta made extra special~" he snickered in a tired and exhausted manner, wincing at the same time from his stinging back and placed the used bandages to the side. Then he noticed how bloody they were. "Mein Gott, it's not that bad is it...?"

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:12 pm

Russia glanced at Italy, "What if it finds us, da? What will you do?"

**Italy Veneziano** Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:25 pm

Italy nodded his head. Looking at the badly bloodied bandages. “It sort of is..” He said grabbing out a long piece of gauge and started to wrap it around the albino’s wounds tightly and securely, finishing up the last piece of the wound, he closed up the medical kit. “I can fight, as long I have this journal with me, ve.~” He took out a brown journal with a spots of blood covered on the cover.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:31 pm

"Danke..." he thanked him in a low tone, looking to the side. He was a bit dissapointed to not hear the Italian say he would run, because that would probably mean a better chance of him surviving. "Well, at least wake us up, alright?" he sighed, lying on his back before he realized that was a horrid mistake, groaning from pain as he rolled on his stomach.

**Italy Veneziano** Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:53 pm

“Nessun problema.~” A smile was played onto his face, he knew he’ll probably knew deep down inside he’ll probably run. Sitting up and heading to the kitchen, he nodded his head as he sat on a stool and begin to be guard as the others rest.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:56 pm

"Kesesese... You're a gut kid..." he whispered, closing his eyes and slowly drifting to sleep.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 31, 2012 4:21 am

Italy sat there for a few minutes then began to go through the cabinets getting out the supplies for the pasta he was making for everyone. While letting the water boiled in the pot that was on the stove, he grabbed a stainless steel ladle, walked over to the comma American; and started to poke him with it to see if he’ll make a response…None was given. Just breathing. ‘Gilbert must of hit him pretty hard..’ A sigh escaped from his lips as he walked back to continue his cooking, dumping the raw pasta noodles then followed by vegetables. Every two minutes or so he would stir them around in the pot.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:45 am

"Everytime I said being alone was too much fun... You know I was lying... Right?" Gilbert whispered down to Ludwig, whom was resting his head on the albino's lap and panting heavily. Both of them were in a pool of the German's blood. Tears from Prussia dropped down onto his little brother's face. He has never sobbed so heavily in his life. "Don't leave me, bruder... Ich liebe dich..."

His blue eyes locked oto his older brother's red ones. Pale fingers moved the blond strands that fell over his face. "Ich liebe dich auch, big bruder... I'll be sure to tell Frederick hallo for you... Und take care of Italy..."

"Stop talking as if you're gonna die! Stop, you won't die! I won't let you! Stupid West...!" he screamed down at him, shaking him then stopped at the hand placed onto his shoulder, "...Dummkopf..." then he paused, looking down at the weak smile upon Ludwig's face. The emptyness in his eyes. "West, you okay there? You're still here, damn you! Don't do this to me too! Damn you! Verdammt you, West!" he yelled, his screams of agony echoing across the mansion they call hell.

After a couple moments of crying and hitting his brother's chest repeatedly, they grew softer and weaker. A large breath and roar was made behind the albino, who didn't seem fazed at the least. He didn't need to turn around to see who it was, but he looked over his shoulder anyway. "Fick dich..." he cursed, "Just do your thing..." everything became dark, and the last thing heard was a splatter.

Gilbert's red eyes shot open at the sound of the splatter, and he sat up on his knees, wiping away the sweat on his forehead and tears that seemed to have escaped his eyes. "I'm not a wimp, I'm the awesome Prussia..." he mumbled in a whisper, then looked at the uncouncious Alfred in front of him, "Must have been a short sleep 'cause of that nightmare..." He yawned then took a wiff of the boiling pasta that filled the air.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:20 pm

The Italian was setting plates up as the pasta was being in the strainer so the water can be drained out. Turning around to see Prussia already up. "The pasta is done~!" He chirped as he put the pasta back into the pot then dumping some sauce and stirring it up for one last time.

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:38 pm

Russia was sittig agains a wall, huggin his pipe while dozing in and out of sleep. Smelling the pasta, his nose twitched. He woke up and looked around, "Damn, we're still here."

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:16 pm

His senses were hazy as he sat up. His lightheadedness weren't comforted from the fact that the images of the vivid dream he just had were flashing before his eyes everytime he closed them. His back felt sore, and so did his arm. Taking another wiff of the scent of pasta, he managed a smile. "Well, this meal should make up for everything..." he mumbled groggily, rubbing his eye.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Mar 31, 2012 8:20 pm

The Italian smile getting everyone’s plate ready as he dumped some pasta onto the said plates, grabbing out three forks. He carefully sat the plates down one by one as long with the forks. “Well, come and eat~!” His voice sounded cheerfully for once, not with pain and sorrow.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:05 pm

Gilbert couln't help but grin at the Italian's excited tone. He gradually got to his feet and walked towards the table and taking a seat. He closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale of the pasta's aroma. "Smells gut, Ita~" he chuckled, licking his lips while staring down at it.

Ganondorf Dragmire Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:07 am

Deep within the preoccupied mind of the great savior of the west, he was currently trapped within a black box with nothing around him. Only lines can be seen around him; Straight white lines. Alfred didn't understand what reason he ended up in this strange imprisonment, but at least he had some time to remember what happened. "Okay... How did this start off again?" He said, collecting his memory piece by piece. "Yeah, I think that I got knocked out by Prussia with the hilt of his sword. But, why did he do that... for? Speaking of which, I'm hungry... and why does it feel that I didn't eat in about a week now?" The box suddenly starts to expand as he saw the other nations looking from afar. "Oh, hey gu--..." Behind the imaginations of the nations would be a large ominous monster that resembles Steve, looking as if the monster was planning to eat the nations all together. "No, wait... STOP!!"

Suddenly, the entire darkness began to change into a soothing blue color as two deceased nations appeared before him; it was Japan and his brother Canada. By the looks of the his face, they were not happy at all. It looks like both of them were beginning to cry. "Hey guys, what's wrong..." Strangely, Alfred started to realize what was going on all of this time. This wasn't the male's birthday party at all. It was a survival game, and most of the nations were trapped in it. He collapsed in sorrow to figured out that his friend, including his brother have died. It wasn't fair for their lives to be taken away at all, they had so much to live for. Fueled with sadness and hatred, Alfred started to come out of his coma. Bring nothing more than a serious expression with him. Tony; who was tending to him this whole time was surprised, but happy that the male came out of his coma.

The american looks at Prussia, Russia, and Italy with a burst of anger in his eyes. Something that was fairly new to him. Better yet, this is the first time he became furious like this. "Guys, we need to get out of this house and we need to do it fast." He said, looking at the other nations that were in front of him.

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:15 am

Russia had looked at Alfred, "We can't. Atleast fast. We have tons of shot to do here. It's pretty complicated to get out of a mess like this." The Russian didn't feel like explaining everything. He sighed and looked at Italy, "Your making pasta, da?"

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:19 am

"The hell!?" Gilbert jumped at the sudden voice with an unfamiliar tone to it, which was interrupting his prayer that he always chants before dining. Looking over his shoulder, the Prussian smirked at the American now out of his coma. "Calm down, kid. You just woke up and missed a shitload. What do you think we've been trying to do?" the albino commented with a weak chuckle.

Gesturing his Italian friend plate to serve another platter of pasta, he pulled up a chair for the younger nation, trying to pay no attention to the taller one. "Eat. You haven't in a while other than the beer and rice we stuffed down your throat. Come on, we have some stuff to tell you. Important stuff." And with that, the Prussian closed his eyes and quickly finished the prayer to himself in a mumble, taking his fork and not bothering to remember manners as he stuffed the pasta into his mouth. "Ngh, it's gut!" Gilbert commented with his mouthful, delighted.

Ganondorf Dragmire Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:25 am

"I already know that my brother Canada had died, Prussia." Alfred said, clenching his fist in anger. He wasn't hungry to even eat anything at the moment. It was like he was a whole different person. "Seriously; you guys are eating at a time like this? What happens if the monster started to follow the trail of the aroma, then what?"

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:29 am

"I lit it on fire if that counts." Russia was remembering when he had brutally harmed he Thing with oil and all. Explained his torn scarf

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:38 am

"Steel door downstairs. Doubt any smell can get passed that. And Mathew died a noble man, Alfred. Died for us." Gilbert stated as he swallowed the pasta. "Can't let that go in vain by just walking about and get ourselves killed, now can we? We all need energy too. We get that from something called food. You should know what that is, you eat it all the damn time." he said bluntly with a grin spread across his face, slurping another noodle. "I know you're pissed you lost your bruder, but what we need first is to get ourselve settled and gain energy again. My awesomeness cannot be spread about if I'm all groggy and such~!"

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:43 am

He was already eating his meal with the plate half empty. Hell, the Italian loved his pasta! Smiling from the compliments as well, nodding his head at the Russian. For once he was happy since he started here then hearing a rather familiar voice that did belong to a fellow American nation; Feliciano’s eyes shot opened and widen in shocked to see him alive from his comma. “A-America?!” A shout escaped from his lips that caused bits of chewed up pasta to fly out but not hitting anyone.

He quickly stood up getting out another plate then stop right he was about to put the pasta onto the plate for the American. He looked at the pot that the pasta was in. He was happy to see the American alive. They were in a safe house but then again he was right, that Thing could smashed through the wall or anything and take them down.

The Italian didn’t know what else to say anymore. ‘Sorry?’ It felt like an overused word to him anymore, just kept on saying it over and over. “But he didn’t die in vain either nor did Japan..” His voice was low almost like a whisper. Maybe if he would of dragged the Canadian maybe things will be different or if he could of switch places with Japan, the rest would be free out of this nightmare. After that he finished preparing the plate, he walked back over to the albino and set the plate down. “Eat..You’ve been out for week and you’ll need the energy when we’re running and fighting around with that Thing.”

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 01, 2012 8:23 pm

Alfred made a glare, which he hasn't done before, at the Prussian for his comment. He didn't like notes about his weight and now was especially not the time he was willing to listen to it from such an old guy.

His blue eyes softened after a moment of thinking. Yeah, he was hungry. Starving. He's never felt this hungry in his life, excluding his Great Depression stage. "Well, fine..." He agreed with a sigh. The younger nation looked down for a moment then walked towards the table, sitting next to the Prussian hesitantly. Still, he didn't feel right considering he was still grieving at the thought of his brother and his friend Japan both being dead. They were very important to him. "..."

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