Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

**Italy Veneziano** Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:12 pm

Italy was already out. Sleeping away his day as the others chit-chat before they went to bed for night or day whatever time it was for them in the room.

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:59 pm

Russia had snagged a pillow and propped himself against the wall. He didn't trust the beds. He didn't trust anything they found. "Da. Night...." he ended his sentence with a doze.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Thu Apr 12, 2012 6:29 pm

It wasn't long before he heard the peacful breaths and occasional loud snores of the nations. Alfred sighed and stepped into the bathroom, taking off his glasses then turning on the sink and waited for cold water to run as he turned the knob before splashing some on his face. He wiped off most of the water with his hand, so his face was still damp. He glanced at the mirror in front of him, noticing the dark circles around his eyes. He sighed placing Texas back on and stepping out of the bathroom.

He sat on the dining table and rested his feet on a chair, looking at the sleeping nations. He looked down at the largest country leaning against a wall. Why didn't he let him pull the trigger? He would have thought Russia would enjoy that sight. 'Weird dude...'

America looked behind him at the stairs leading to the steel door. Might as well take out his weapon just in case. He reached his gloved hand into his bomber jacket and paused, not feeling his pistol in his pocket. "Shit," he mumbled, stumbling to hs feet and looking around the room in a panic. He didn't have anything else to protect him with... A sword? Pipe? How useless was that?! And where the hell was his gun? Then he realized; it was still on the floor when Russia threw it. "Damn..."

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Apr 15, 2012 7:58 pm

The Italian continued to sleep but moving slightly as he slept as if he was running. In the dream he was covered in blood running towards the rope screaming for help, but each time he would grab it it’ll disappear and the Italian would fall down in a endless pit of darkness then he’ll see a clock and it’ll restart. He felt like he was slowly losing his mind each by each. Until it meets his breaking point. But why does he keep on remembering that rope? He probably had seen it before in the time loops. He started to hear a familiar American voice. Probably talking to himself, so he just slept it away.

**Sylvanas Windrunner** Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:18 pm

Russia would sit against to wall casually, as if sleepin on guard. He gripped his pipe and Waite to get out of the living hell. Maybe something would kill him in his sleep. He wished.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:51 pm

Alfred sighed, pausing in thought. He needed that gun to survive this place. Did he? Or did he want to just see his brother one last time? Well, the others were alseep anyways, he could get out easily, say his goodbyes, grab his gun and come back quickly. They were in a deep sleep, they shouldn't stir at the least if he's quiet. He doubt those Things would catch him too; not like they could run with those giant heads. Yeah, he could make it...

With that thought, Alfred stood up and quietly made his way down the stairs, to the steel door.

**Italy Veneziano** Sun Apr 15, 2012 9:04 pm

The dark hallways had death lingering in them as Alfred walked through the hallways to the steel door to retrieve his gun he had dropped while they returned back there but to find a battered up body of the once Canadian. No Steve’s were insight, just that disturbing feeling.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Mon Apr 16, 2012 12:10 am

Russia's pipe was in the way a tad and when the American walked by his shin somewhat hit his pipe but America didn't feel it. Russia, being a light sleeper, woke up and looked around. She stayed still just incase.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:33 am

America made his way to the other steel door and opened it, peeking inside. The scent of rotting flesh smacked his face as he did so, but stepped in anyway and closed the door shut. Alfred noticed Matthew; yep...still horrifying... America swallowed dryly, steping towards his gun as he continued to stare at his little brother, a shaking hand reaching down to pick it up. "...I'm so sorry, Mattie..." Alfred mumbled, eyes beginning to dampen, but shut them away. He took a deep breath, finally picking up his gun.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Apr 16, 2012 4:14 pm

Creek…Creek…The worn out floors continued to make that sound as two abnormal feet stepped on it one by one with each step. The terrifying figure slowly made it’s way to the nation that called itself America. The foot steps continuing to get louder by the minute as Steve making it’s way to the room where America went to retrieve his gun that he had dropped and his dead brother, Canada. Steve walked up the steps to said room then walking through the opened steel door. You know that feeling as if you’re being watch? Well, America was beginning to feel it as Steve stood right behind him looking at him as if looking straight into his soul.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Apr 16, 2012 9:45 pm

As America inspected his pistol, he was oblivious to the creeks drawing closer to him until Steve was literally right behind him. He felt the cold breath and stench of death, making him turn around slowly, his blue eyes meeting the dark black holes of the Thing.

Prussia startled up and gasped at the sound of a loud scream and gunshots. His wide red eyes scanned the room, failing to find the familiar loud-mouthed nation. "...Shizer! Everyone get the hell up now!" he screeched at the other two countries, jumping from his bed. It was surprising to see the exnation so wide awake, but Alfred's life was on the line.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Apr 16, 2012 9:57 pm

Sleeping soundly then apon hearing the a familiar nation’s scream and gunshots being fired. Feliciano woke up with a scream and jumping to his feet not giving a damn about putting on his boots or the rest of his clothing. His brown orbs quickly searched the room but the nation was no where in site. “God damn it!!” He cursed at himself. His hands were balled into fists. He felt like punching himself.

Steve just stood there letting the bullets hit him as grayish crimson colored blood oozed out of him. “YOu..WilL..NoT..Es..CaPE…” His razor sharp fingers swatted at the American then opening his mouth widely letting out a roar coming closer to the American.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:49 pm

Ivan heard prussias call and stood up, running out the door in what seems like two seconds. His heavy feet thudding onto the floor. "Amerika!" He said. His foot was sure to get stuck or fall. And that's exactly what happened. His foot made a stomp, causing the old floor to break and grip his boot. "Poshel Ty, damn floor" he looked around for Prussia, "Prussia! Davai! My foots stuck"

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Apr 16, 2012 10:58 pm

Gilbert had only one objective; and that was to get America and back alive. But that had to be put on hold thanks to the Russian's call. He skidded to stop and glanced at Ivan, grunting. "Shizer, Russia!" The albino grabbed the other drinker by his leg, trying to pull him out forcefully and fast, still having America's safety on his mind.

**Italy Veneziano** Mon Apr 16, 2012 11:14 pm

The Italian continued to run trying to follow Gilbert but getting lost during the way. The hallways were dark, and he had trouble seeing. His body was shaking with fear as he continue to walk, looking around. His bare feet stepping in something that was liquid made him shuddered. Hearing something that of wood breaking cause the Italian scream and run for his life. “Prussiaaaa!!!” He wailed out as he was running.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Mon Apr 16, 2012 11:28 pm

"Damn, even with my awesome strength, you're heavy.." Gilbert muttered as he contninued to try and pull him free. "Ita, give me a hand here... Ita..?" He looked over his shoulder, eyes widening when not seeing Feliciano. "Mein Gott... I-ITALY, WHERE ARE YOU!?"

**Lithe the Forgotten** Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:04 am

Russia shoved Prussia away, "Go find Italy, I'll be fine in the meantime" After Italy revealing everything, it seemed he was top priority to keep alive. Surly Italy wanted to live and leave as much as they did

**Maria Beilschmidt** Tue Apr 17, 2012 7:49 pm

"Alright, find America if you can get out," and with that, Gilbert ran into the mansion to find his Italian friend.

Alfred was wondering how many more bullets were left, if anybody heard his cry for help, if he can beat this thing, all while shooting another shot into Steve's huge skull, watching the dark blood drop with the puddle that was being made. America leaned against the wall behind him, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

**Italy Veneziano** Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:12 pm

The Italian continued to call out Prussia’s name over and over again. This hallway was way to dark for him to see as he was running. Hearing foot steps running, Italy went into panic mode and ran into each direction he could bumping into some of the walls crying out for help then slowly getting back up. He knew he was defenseless since he left the journal in the safe room as he Prussia and Russia ran to get to America. His feet kept him running, running. He told himself to keep on running so he wouldn’t die. “Prussia!!!” He cried out in the darkness as he was trying to find his way back to his friends.

Steve just took the bullets in like nothing letting out a battle cry as he hunched backwards flailing his arms forward. “DIE!!” A burst of energy went towards the direction of the American.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:24 pm

"Italy! Italyyy!" He cried out as he was running into the dark hallways, cursing whne he realized he couldn't see. "Italyyyy!" he called again, at the same time Feliciano did when he ran into him."Agh!" he grunted as he fell to the floor,"Ugh... Ita, that you?" he asked, hopeful and reaching out his hand.

America struggled to move aside, falling on his side with a thud again, luckily avoiding the blast though. He groaned trying to stand again, but was becoming more and more pale from his blood loss.

**Italy Veneziano** Tue Apr 17, 2012 8:54 pm

An ‘oof’ sound was made as Feliciano ran into Gilbert as he felled down onto the wooden flooring. He was going scoot his ass away as fast as he could until he heard a Prussian accent. He slowly stood up grabbing onto the hand of the Prussian. “Wh-where’s America…and Russia..?” He questioned at him his voice shaking in fear.

The monster got closer to the American, looking at him then his hands picked him by the arm, feeling his sharp fingers digging right into his skin drawing out more blood from Alfred. In a flash the American heard a loud cracking sound from his arm as Steve flung him into the wall like a rag doll. If he looked closely, bits of his forearm bone was sticking out of it’s flesh poking through the bomber jacket causing severe pain to the hero.

**Maria Beilschmidt** Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:10 pm

"Danke Gott." he sighed with relief, standing to his feet and pulling Feliciano up with him. "Russia got his foot stuck through the floor while running... Or stomping... Amerika, we have to find him before-"

A scream of agony was heard all throughout the mansion from Alfred's snapped arm, interrupting Prussia. He was broken. Into tears. The pain was excrutiating, and he clenched the gun on his other hand, yelling again while trying to move.

**Lithe the Forgotten** Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:35 pm

Russia tried to yank his foot free through everything and never though of his pipe. Then it hit him. The pipe. He could break the area around his foot and be free. He took out his pipe and tried to. Took him a few tries until he made it. He heard the scream and winced, "Amerika!" He was trying to make his way to the room and remembered Italy. "Prussia?! You got Italy, da?!"

**Maria Beilschmidt** Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:44 pm

"Yeah he's fine, burry up and get to Alfred!" Gilbert called out to Ivan's voice, taking Feliciano and following after it before he forgot where it came from, eventually seeing a light, making hims smile with relief, but it faded quickly at yet another cry from the Hero.

"T-Tch..." America coughed out more blood crying and struggling to move. "Just w-when I need... M-my sidek-kicks...."

**Lithe the Forgotten** Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:47 pm

With that, Russia rushed toward the direction of the Americans scream. He found the door and placed his hands on it and banged it, "Amerika?!" he knew the thing was in there and heard what America had said, "Prussia had to go get Italy. he got lOst in a dark hall but he's okay. Hang in there, da?"

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