Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

**Maria Beilschmidt** Thu Apr 05, 2012 10:23 pm

The started Alfred paused before running closely toward the nations, no idea what was going on. He looked over his shoulder and gasped, running faster to the room they were headed to.

Prussia swung open the door and tossed the Italian inside, pulling the other in quickly and shutting it before Steve could slash at anyone. Pressing against the door, he pulled Russia toward him to help press against the door. "Pass me a chair or something!" Gilbert called.

**Italy Veneziano** Fri Apr 06, 2012 2:02 pm

An 'oof' sound was made as his body made contact with floor as he was thrown in by the Prussian. Rubbing his head where knot was beginning to form on the top of his head. "Ow.." Hearing Prussia yelling for a chair, he quickly grabbed one by the corner and hand it to him.

As Steve tries to get in, he begins to punch the door violently as that feeling came upon the nations and the ex-nation's as they try to hold the door up.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Fri Apr 06, 2012 8:50 pm

Prussia didn't have time to apologize to his friend for he was to busy trying to hold the door. Taking the chair, he steadied it under the doorknob. He stepped back, pulling everyone with him and glaring at the door as the bangs continued, his hand over the hilt of his sword just in case that Thing was able to break in.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Sat Apr 07, 2012 12:00 am

Russia had ran into the door and helped keep it close, "Come on, come on. Stay shut." he hoped it didn't open. If it did, they're either fight it or die.

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Apr 07, 2012 1:12 am

Getting up to his feet, the Italian ran quickly to hold the door up so he could help his friends. The banging of the door went violent then silent for a moment but the feeling was still there haunting them. After what seem liked hours, the feeling went away as the heavy foot steps drifted away in the darkness.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:43 am

Gilbert paused another moment, maybe a full minute, listening intently until he was sure that thing was gone and remove the chair. As he pulled everyone back, he noticed the wooden's doors large crack going acrossmfrom the center. "It could have broken it..." the ex-nation said with a sigh, then his eyes filled with anger once looking at the American.

"Kid, you almost got us killed with that huge mouth of yours! This isn't a fucking game, it's our lives! Do us a favor and just keep you trap shut the whole way, got that!?" he spoke harshly with his glare.

"S-Sorry..." was all Alfred could stutter. Was it really right to blame him? Then he thought about it. 'Yeah... It is my fault...' he looked to the floor with a frown, pushing up his glasses again once he looked back up when he heard Prussia opening the door.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Sat Apr 07, 2012 10:53 am

Russia watched the ex nation open the door, "Don't work people to hard. God knows what their limit is before they snap, da."

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Apr 07, 2012 4:55 pm

Hearing the words from the Russian, Italy remembered how he snapped from his limit only in the very first time loop. Destroying everything in the house letting his anger and tears crawling out of him for that monster killing all of his friends. Hearing the door opened from the albino, he looked at Alfred and patted his back in a comforting way.

Looking behind the Prussia. "Is it safe to go out, ve?"

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sat Apr 07, 2012 5:15 pm

Alfred looked at Feliciano, making a half smile and nod as a thank you.

Prussia said nothing to Russia. He felt a bit guilty for yelling at the younger kid like that, but he did put their lives in danger. You don't just throw yourself in the middle of warfare, so why would he call out and blow their cover like that? It's common sense, even Gilbert knew that, despite his own lack of it. "Ah, sorry kid..." he managed to mumble lowly before opening the door fully, peeking his head out. "...Ja, it's clear. Let's be fast and quiet."

**Italy Veneziano** Sat Apr 07, 2012 8:07 pm

The Italian nodded his head as he stepped out of the room quietly.

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Sun Apr 08, 2012 1:12 am

Russia made 'light' steps that were a tad lighter then his normal ones. He looked as if he put every possible ounce into walking lightly. He never was a 'quiet' person. Always a loud-mouth individual or just had alot on his person.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:43 am

Prussia was glad Russia was actually putting a little effort in being silent along with the others. If anything gave them away before, excluding America's loudness, it had to be Russia's stomping. Gilbird made them stop as he peeked over the corner of an intersecting hallway. Satisfying with seeing no movement, he continued down the hallway and stopped again, looking over the corner for a Thing.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:44 pm

Italy followed right behind the Prussian, trying to make his foot steps quiet as possible but the word was wearing out that it started to creek at times when someone/thing steps on it. The whole house itself was starting to fall apart, not the outside though, it looked brand new as if it was just built there and left alone. But the inside, looked like an F-3 tornado swept through there. The walls started to crack with chip paint, blood spatters everywhere, death linger in the air with a very unforgiving foul odor. Wallpaper was peeling off, holes left everywhere. It was surely a nightmare.

No of those Things were no where to be seen. Steve was probably doing his I’ll-pop-out-of-no-where-and-scare-the-living-shit-out-of-you thing and kill you. As Prussia looked at the corner his eyes met the flight stars that was leading up to the third floor.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 08, 2012 5:56 pm

"...It's clear." Gilbert whispered as he slowly began to climb up the stairs, his hand over the hilt of his sword. "But keep your guard up. He could just fall from the ceiling for all we know..."

Alfred looked around the mansion and shuddered, shivers crawling up his spine. He didn't get a chance to see how truly creepy this place was because he was in a coma the whole time. Why did he talk everyone into coming? This was his fault. All of this was his own fault. He should have went along; then he would be the only one in danger. Not everyone else. Kiku and Mattie would still be alive... He looked down at the stairs while climbing up.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Sun Apr 08, 2012 6:02 pm

{{LOL ' I’ll-pop-out-of-no-where-and-scare-the-living-shit-out-of-you' Priceless.}}

Russia followed in the back of the group, just in case. He looked over his shoulder not to often. He worried about some of the other nations and didn't want them cracking mentally like he did a while back.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 08, 2012 6:32 pm

America breathed with a shiver, clenching his fists. "I'm... Really sorry for dragging all of us into-"

"Not now, Alfred." Prussia interrupted with a small smirk, looking over his shoulder. The American smiled faintly at this. Gilbert continued to lead the group until they stopped in front of a door, opening it slowly then checking inside. No doubt that piece of shit would be in there.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Apr 08, 2012 9:41 pm

Right before the nation’s eyes stood what was left of the nation and little brother of Alfred was Matthew. Laying there motionless with nothing but gray muck and spots of dry blood covering him up. His clothes were shredded same with his skin to where you could see the bone under the skin. His glasses were cracked, the winter fur coat now shredded with patches of hanging thread and fabric. The fake fur was laying everywhere not in it’s normal color anymore. Where was the bear exactly? It was no where to be found neither was the pile of shit.

Italy just stood there in horror. He felt something coming up from his throat, with no hesitation, he ran out of the room, stopped right in his tracks puke up the pasta he had earlier. This was the worst he probably had seen. But, the piano’s room may be worse once they’re in there.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Sun Apr 08, 2012 9:50 pm

Russia had stood there, frozen to everything. If something was to show up, she stand staring at the gorey picture. 'I though I'd seen it all....' he said to himself. He stepped back and turned to chase the Italian, falling beside him, just laying there. pounding his fist on the floor.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 08, 2012 9:54 pm

Prussia stared at the gory sight before him, face more pale than usual. The image of a good friend like Matthew to be dead was horrifying, especially the state he died in. It must have been a slow and panful death by just looking at him. The poor kid was even younger than Alfred. Gilbert didn't stop Italy as he ran to be sick; he felt like he was about to as well.

Alfred stared as well, dumbfounded. He needed a moment to realize that this was indeed his little brother. Dead. The way he died. It was sickening. "M-Matthew..." he stuttered, the tears finally pouring down his face. "M-Mattie, you..." he stumbled forward and fell on his knees next to his deceased brother, ignoring the sick scent of decaying flesh. "Th-this is all my fault... All of this is my fault...! Why do I mess everything up!?" he sobbed heavily, angrily punching at the wall Canada was leaning against. "Dammit! God DAMMIT!" he cried out, clenching the coat of his brother's jacket. Then it hit them.

Alfred snapped.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:02 pm

Russia's head snapped up as he heard a punch, tears streaming down his face. the rarest sight ever. He got up, stumbling, and walked toward the room, holding his arm which he had crushed. He open the door and ran up to America and grabbed his shoulders, "Don't do what Japan did! Dont. You. Fucking. Dare..." He was told Japan snapped the same way and it wasn't pretty. He didn't want to go insane, but crying was enough to anyone.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:11 pm

As soon as Alfred clenched his brothers jacket, a half torn piece of paper flew out of his jacket and swiftly landed on the blood stained floor. As Feliciano was puking he saw the Russian crying..? This caused the Italian to be scared for his life. Seeing Russia crying was very rare. And, now, they have more reasons to be sacred shitless. Resting his hands on his knee’s Italy was getting a few breaths but stood up quickly when he heard the Ivan yelling at Alfred. He ran back to the room and stopped right beside Prussia.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:19 pm

Both grief and anger filled Alfred's eyes now. Letting go of his brother's jacket, Alfred grabbed Ivan's scarf and forced him to look at Mathew's dead face, eyes staring into space and the half smile still stuck on his face. "Shut the hell up and lookat him! If he were your brother, wouldn't you be taking it like me?! Well?!" America bashed the Russian's head against the wall. "Huh!? Wouldn't you!?"

"Alfred let go of him." Prussia spoke lowly, a rusty blade pressed against the side of the Patriot's head. He didn't even care about the paper at that moment. "Let go and fucking breathe for a second."

Alfred paused, pushing Ivan to the floor with ease and pulling out something from his bomber jacket; a gun. To everyone's surprise, he didn't point it at the group, but at his own head. "....He's important to me..."

**Lithe the Forgotten** Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:22 pm

Russia stood up, blood conning from his head as he gripped Alfreds arm tightly and pulled it down harshly, yanking he gun away, "I said don't you fucking dare. Mathew wouln' want this. His death soul have been in vain." Ivan stoop up firmly now and tossed the gun behind him, stepping forward with each word, "Do you even care... About your little brother?... Or just let him die in vain!?"

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:26 pm

His eyes widen in shock. He was going to kill himself. Italy stretched his hand out forward with tears running down his face. “No Alfred don’t!!” He knew Matthew didn’t want this. He wanted them to get out just like the others want. “Don’t fucking shoot yourself..!”

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 08, 2012 10:37 pm

Prussia was only staring at the two fighting, the stupid kid wanting to commit suicide. But he had only himself to blame. Gilbert was the one to recommend coming here the first place with Alfred, and he knew he would go insane, just not by this much....

Alfred stayed silent, sitting back down next to his brother and placed his gloved hand over the motionless mitten. "Alright.... L-Let's go..." he whispered softly, his face stained with tears.

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