Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

[Italy Veneziano]

It fell silent only the clacking sound as the forks made contact with pasta filled plates. The silence was disturbing Feliciano as he finished up his meal. Maybe a second serving may help. Oh wait, he wasn’t at home so, with a sigh he sat his plate down in the sink and returned back to the table.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia said nothing to America as he slurped another noodle of pasta, the said patriot only taking small bites and looking down at his plate. The awkward silence filled the air with the pasta's aroma, but Gilbert hated silence. Then he pondered. "Hey Ita, how did those Things get out of that cell? Or better yet, how did they get in?" he question, eating the last of his food whille looking at Feliciano.

[Italy Veneziano]

He looked down at his hands and were fumbling them together to find the right answer . The male sat there thinking for a while but, for an odd reason he couldn’t remember. In his mind he just saw him continue to run from the monster but, he just couldn’t remember how or what how those things got in there. He did remembered that they were in there when they first was there. “I honestly don’t know, Gilbert..” He spoke softly. It was the truth they were in there before hand but, then again he did saw a key- a key. He remembered there being a key in that cell, but, now it wasn’t there when they encountered those thing running lose only a half sheet of paper with a red and green bar that reminded him of pasta.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbert paused, watching the expression on Feliciano's face. Then he suddenly remembered that piece of paper with the color codes. He suddenly pushed his chair back and stood up, running to where he placed his shirt and checking each pocket for said paper in a panic. "Shizer... Ita! Do you have that piece of paper?!" he questioned in a loud voice, breathing heavily. If Italy didn't have it, he knew who did. And that person was now dead.

[Italy Veneziano]

He quickly stood up and looked through his clothing, pockets, shoes. Then taking out the journal looking through it, several times and again and again. Horror filled in his eyes as he stared at the Prussian. He shook his head no slowly. If they didn’t had it, Canada did.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia stumbled back from shock, leaning against the wall. His eyes widening at the site of Italy's panic to look for the paper as well. If he remembered correctly, the paper was with Canada when he placed it in his coat. He swallowed thickly at Italy, then looked towards Alfred's confused expression. No, he couldn't take the kid to see his own dead brother... He looked back at Feliciano with a frown. "We need that paper, Ita..."

[Italy Veneziano]

What was they going to do now? He stood there in shock looking at the confused Alfred and at the Prussian leaning against the wall. He nodded his head but what was they going to do with Alfred and Russia? Feliciano knew that they couldn’t take America to see his dead brother and see the end results of the American breaking down. Then he remembered the piano notes when on the cell phones, then they may have to travel to the piano room and see if there’s another clue. “I know but,…what are we going to do..?”

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

"...Why can't we burn the house down?@" It was risky, but anything would do to get out.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia pondered for a moment. They needed to get that paper and go to the piano room. They can't leave Alfred alone in the room; no doubt the kid would wonder off. Somebody would have to wait with him if they did. Oresama himself wasn't going to stay behind and leave Ita with that guy. Russia? Hell no, might as well shove Alfred to the Thing to join his brother. Italy? No, he knows where to go next and what to do with the clues. They couldn't take Alfred with them, but now that he pondered the options, what choice did he have? "Alright. We all go in a group, Alfred can wait with Ita right out the door of the other room while Russia and I get the paper quickly." the thought of just looking at a long dead Canada was horrifying thought.

Then he looked at Russia and narrowed his eyes. "I doubt we'd get out in time." was his simple answer.

[Italy Veneziano]

“I was going to do that when we all got out…” The Italian commented. “At the end of the time loop…I told myself I would torch this place down..” Nodding his head at Prussia. It would be the best to stand at the floor of the door while Russia and Prussia go and retrieve it.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

"Or we can all bomb it." Gilbert grew a smirk as he went to fetch his rusty blade, Alfred standing from his seat from quickly finishing the last of his food. "Come on, then." he gestured the other nations as he was buttoning up his shirt and headed for the stairs.

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Russia had his pipe swung over his shoulder, "Bombing results in our deaths to. I suggest burn it and head for the nearest hole."

[Maria Beilschmidt]

"Meant after we get out of here, but we can discuss more of that." the albino stated while taking step-by-step down the stairs. He hope his back and arm wouldn't get in the way of anything.

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Russia followed behind the albino, getting at what he was saying, "So light it on fire, da?"

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia couldn't help but feel that familiar shiver running down his spine because of the Russian's usual creepiness. Him alone walking behind him was uncomfortable, but his eagerness to see something burn was also scary. Then again, the albino was really looking forward to see the mansion burn too.

"Well, it might be too risky..." he noted, thinking it out as he walked on, followed by the other nations, "If we burn it, I doubt we could get out safely or stay inside and not be burned..." he thought to himself about the possible places where they could hide. "Hey, does this place have a basement?" he questioned, before thinking about the number of Things that could possibly be lurking down there. It would be a perfect place for them...

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Russia would pat Gilberts back, "Who cares if we're burned or not, as long as we're alive." He wanted to get out and didn't care if he lost a arm to do so. Getting out ment sacrifices, they knew this. A limb or burn wouldn't be any different then losing Kiku or Mathew.

[Italy Veneziano]

While others was heading after back to that place, Italy was still standing at the door way then seeing the nations walking away. "Whaaa!! Wait for me!" He cried out running after them.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

"They wanted us out alive." Prussia spoke lowly, surprisingly enough, not jumping from the Russian's touch. "Let's not risk putting their deaths in vain..." then he paused, looking over his shoulder at Feliciano. "Oh, sorry Ita... Come on, you gotta be in the middle."

[Lithe the Forgotten]

Russia sighed as he went to the back of the line, "Yes but still. It's worth a shot. Wouldn't our tiny room still be up, da?"

[Maria Beilschmidt]

"Doubt it. It's higher than the second floor, and since the fire would spread... Only safe place I could think of is underground, which might be even more risky..." Gilbert stated, his voice growing into a soft whisper. He stopped in place, holding up his hand and looked around. He thought he heard footsteps.

"What are we stopping for?!" the American stated in a loud tone, to everyone's horror and his oblivion.

"Shut up!" Gilbert turned around and hissed at the young nation standing in front of Russia and behind Italy. He flinched at his harsh voice.

[Italy Veneziano]

Underground? While standing there, images of him and the others in one of the time loops were going into the basement then a flash of white was surrounding then a long rope just standing there swaying as if wind was there on a cool summer afternoon. It confused the Italian. More images flash in his mind, of that rope and then hole.

Finally snapping out of his daze, he clutched the journal tightly.

[Lithe the Forgotten]

'shit...' Th Russian knew they were screwed.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

The albino stopped in place, hearing footsteps again. He had to think fast, checking their surroundings. They just got out of the room, going back would mean showing them their hiding spot. Can't do that. They barely turned the corner heading for the stairs, so if they're fast enough, they could lock themselves in the another room the opposite side of the wall. Gilbert turned around and shoved the American to Ivan causing the youngest nation to yelp. "Pick him up and follow!" he whispered furiously, suddenly picking up Feliciano to swing him over his shoulder and running down the hall opposite to where lied the room with the broken door.

[Italy Veneziano]

While daydreaming he felt himself being swung over someones shoulder. Snapping out of his daze, he blinked a few times then seeing abnormal feet running their way, fast. Brown obs widen in fear as he saw Steve gaining up on them. With a shriek of fear, he shouted at the Prussian to run quickly.

[Lithe the Forgotten]

Being shoved, Ivan realized it was time to hit and run. He followed behind, more like beside, the Prussian looking over his shoulder, "What's going Ooonnnnnnn?!"

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