Re: HetaOnI (Hetalia + Ao Oni)

[Italy Veneziano]

“Wh-what?!” Felicicano cried out at the Prussia dragged him but starting to take lead running faster. “I don’t want another friend dying because of me!!” He cried out once more with tears on the verge of his eyes. He was basically dragging the Prussian behind him. Walking fast on the steps almost tripping then met Russia and was punching the door violently. “Open up damnit!!”

Steve made another roared. As he walked to the nation, roaring at his face almost biting his face once he closed right up. He brought his arm forth and starting to slash at the American violently at his stomach.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia was a bit surprised he was being pulled by the Italian, then seeing Ivan punching the door. "Open the fucking door!" Gilbert commanded as he started to pull it open.

"Hurry please..." he sputtered through the blood, attempting to crawl away from Steve, but another scream of pain and agony. "A-AAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

[Lithe the Forgotten]

Russia was determined to break to door somehow, "Help me Prussia." he commanded. He took his pipe and bat at the door, "If that rusty things not for looks, I suggest you use it." of course Japan would've said something like that in the past. He was hitting at the knob with his pipe.

[Italy Veneziano]

The Italian continue to bang on the violently with tears rolling down his cheeks. He cursed at himself for not having his journal with him. He hated himself at the point now. He started to slam his fists at the steel door causing his olive skin to break from the beating onto the steel door. “Open up, damnit!!” He could hear the agonizing screams of Alfred. He was hoping that he could opened the door, but he couldn’t from whatever was going on in there.

Steve didn’t acknowledge the banging on the door, he continue to swat at the American nation.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia hissed at him, pulling out his rusty sword and jabbing it at the door with Russia hearing a creak coming from it. He made a dark grin kicking it open... then seeing the horrid condition Alfred was in made it turn into a look of shock.

His puddle of blood, it looked as if his guts were about to spill from his open stomach that was acting as a stream for red water, as was his arm that revealed his white bond. He looked at his three companions, a very weak and painful smile plastered on his scarred face while trying to hold in his tears and screams. That was why a rusty sword was flung and impaled into the back of Steve's head.

[Lithe the Forgotten]

Russia ran past Steve and rushed to America, "What the hell happened?!" He looked at Steve real quick and tossed his lighter at Prussia, "Try to burn it!"

[Maria Beilschmidt]

America only looked up at Ivan's eyes, the same smile on his broken features. "I didn't... Mean for this... To...." he sputtered again, coughing and lying down, making heavy breaths as he attempted to cover and close his stomach with his good arm.

"With pleasure!" Prussia said as he caught the lighter, leaving Italy's side to run at the Thing and jumping up, pulling down his sword and swinging its large head away from the two nations.

[Italy Veneziano]

Italy just stood there defenseless. Just standing there watching a fellow friend dying right before the trio’s eyes. What could he do? How would he even save America in this condition now. His eyes just watched as Prussia impaled Steve’s head as he saw the monster stumbling backwards. The blood was slowly making a stream from the dying America. Italy didn’t move he just let the blood touched his feet. He looked straight ahead crying silently seeing the chaos right before his eyes. ‘What can I even do anymore..?’ He asked himself. He messed up so many times. What can a just little weak nation can do to save his friends after he tried so many times trying to save them, but they all died in the end when he needed them the most. ‘What was friends for?’ They asked him. He hated that thought. He was starting to get madder, by thinking the thoughts that was swirling around his mind. Next maybe Prussia will go or Russia. Or who might know, another nation may popped up and get killed on the way! “D-don’t leave me..” He wailed out clutching his fists not daring to look at Alfred at the state he was in. He knew he wasn’t going to make it.


Steve stumbled backwards trying to get ex-nation off of him. Feeling the stabbing his skull caused him to wail out in pain as started to slam his body against the walls causing big cracks and holes appearing. The blood begin to come out violently from the stabbing from the Prussian’s stabbing.

[Lithe the Forgotten]

{{FFF. SCREW YOU ZEL.}}

Ivan took his scarf off and wrapped it around America, "You're not fucking dying. Atleast not in the same room as this." he picked America up, not as violent as usual and not over his shoulder, "Keep it busy, Prussia! Italy come with me!" He ran past the thing and nudged Italy with his elbow as he passed.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

(I LOVE YOU TOO)

Alfred coughed again, his limp body in Russia's arms as he was lifted up, red staining Ivan's scarf. His head tilted back, staring at the ceiling blankly, wondering when he would be finally put out of his misery and just die. But he had to admit, he liked the fact that his past enemy was giving sympathy and carrying him back to the room. Russia did care. He would die knowing that. That was what made him smile.

Prussia snickered, cracking his knuckles and nodded at Russia "See ya in a bit!" he called, making another stab into Steve's body, cackling loudly at the gushing and splicing sounds he made. "Kesesesese~!"

[Italy Veneziano]

The Italian shook his head furiously at the Prussian. Why Won’t them let him die with him? Did they want him to re-experience the hell he had went through? “What are friends for…?” He scoffed at himself, watching Prussia battle Steve. What are friends for….What are friends for…The same sentence went around his mind. Like a never ending chain. The same voice the same sentence. He started to laugh at himself almost like giggling at something he found that was funny. “What are friends for..” A chuckled escaped his lips. The laughing was quiet, he knew that Russia and America was already at the safe room by now. But, the Italian had reached his breaking point. “You know, ve..” He looked up at the scene with a smile creeping on his face. “They always did told me ‘What are friends for..’” He just looked at Prussia as if he was going mentally crazy. His laughing peaked high now. “Why did you guys left me?! Huh?! You guys told me ‘What are friends for, Italy?!’” He was basically shouting now.”How come you guys didn’t let me die with you guys?! Why did you guys left me, ve?! Hah!” He laughed and a smile appeared on his face. “Did you wanted me to relive this hell all the time?!” He remembered how he was crying for them to stay with him but they left him. The poor Italian was losing his mind now!

Steve made another battle cry, not aware that Italy was still with them. His arms tried to reach behind his back to get the albino off of him. But, no luck. The sword penetrated his skull entering his brain to where a gushed sound could be hear. If anybody was looking at him in the front, his eye sockets came out with more blood coming out of him like running water. His legs begin to wobble as he fell straight to the floor, laying in his own pool of blood.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia chuckled as he stepped back, watching Steve struggling to reach for the swoord on the back of its head, then jumped at the Italian-accented voice, turning his head toward the door and astonished to see a giggling Feliciano. He was creeped out now, rather wanting to see a crying Italy instead of an laughing-insanely one. He didn't even look at Steve again when hearing the Thing thud and splash into his blood, still staring at his friend.

"W-we didn't know, Italy...." Giobert gulped, pulling his sword out and taking a step forward while sheathing it. "W-We just... Uh, w-we just...." he bit his lower lip and looked to the side, trying to find the right words.

America grunted, clenching the collar of Russia's jacket and coughed out more blood, clenching onto his stomach. Tears escaped from his eyes at the intense pain he was suffering. Now he really wanted his gun to just end it. But at the same time.. He didn't.

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Russia foundthe steel door and looked over his shoulder from the way he came. He opened the door with his not-so-free hand and then closed it behind him with his boot. "Italy didn't come..." he poked at America, "You're going to be fine."

[Maria Beilschmidt]

America made we weak scoff then chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't lie, Ivan. We both know I won't be..." Alfred looked down at Russia's precious scarf that was now covered in blood. "...Oh... Sorry..." he mumbled. It could have been because of the scarf, or the fact he left like that for his gun. Probably both. The American took the end of it and tried to sling the scarf over Russia's shoulder, though hissed at his new scars' pain.

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Russia pushed the scarf away and laid America on a bed, "It's hot in here and I don't need it if I plan on dying. Same with the rest of us." He shrugged off the gloomy feeling but knew he was going to die somehow. Along with Prussia. Then they would go through it all again. And again. Until some change of events.

[Italy Veneziano]

He just looked at him, laughing a little. “What are friends for…” Then it finally hit him across the face. His mentality state became crushing around him as he felt getting lightheaded then his knees begin to wobble as a few tears went down his cheeks; as his legs slammed hard against the bloody wooden floor from the scene. Sobs begin to escape from his cracked pale lips. Brown strands of his hair fall in front of his face bouncing as he sobbed quietly to himself. A few curse words slipped out as long with sorry.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbert watched Italy all to his knees, crying. Crying. Maybe he did like it when he was insane instead. No, neither actually. Both sights gave his stomach this churning feeling he didn't like at all. "I don't like it when you cry, Ita. It's not awesome." Prussia stated, walking towards him then kneeling down next to him. "Oi, the only reason I'm not insane yet is because I get to kill. I'm surprised you made it this far. It's been harder on you than anyone." he managed a smile, "Kesesese, c'mon, let's go..."

"Ha ha... Ha..." he managed weakly, resting his head against the pillow and still clenching his stomach. It eased the pain somehow, to him. After a long moment of silence, Alfred was speaking again, "Ivan, c'mere, I need to tell you a secret."

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Ivan tilted his head and leaned down, "Nobodies here. But whatever."

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Alfred still had a smile, using his good arm to take Russia by the collar, since he couldn't lean up, to pull him closer to his face. America brushed his chapped lips again's Russia's cold ones at first before putting pressure on them, taking his sweet time holding it there and not thinking about pulling away just yet. He enjoyed it, and he was going to die anyway. What was there to lose?

[Italy Veneziano]

He tried to say something back to the Prussian but only crying came out. He only nodded slowly with the tears rolling down his cheeks. For might he known Alfred was probably dead by now which made him cry harder. He was tired seeing his friends dying in his eyes when they got closer to escaping. After a few moments, his sobs quiet down a he slowly got up and waited to head back to the safe room.

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Why the hell do I have to do this? Not like anyone else would hea- Russia was snapped out of his thoughts and came back to reality. What the hell was going on? He didn't really care of the fact. If it was some dying wish, Russia could care less. If Italy and Prussia walked in, exposing wouldve been needed. He would think of something. Dying there was just a thing in the past for the few moments they had. Seeing as no one came in yet he just sat there.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Prussia lead Italy back to the safe room, occasionally checking around to see if there was another Thing and that Italy was right by him. He pat his back every now and again, telling him it's okay. Really, nothing was okay anymore.

America still didn't pull back. The kiss was simple, sweet, but didn't want it short. It made him forget about his condition. It made him forget about death, and grief, and even the fact they were imrpisoned in a mansion. He didn't even react when Prussia yelled "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?"

[Italy Veneziano]

His tears were dried up now. Sometimes when passing a light it’ll show how broken he really was as the light reflected on the wet face of his as Italy walked with Prussia back to the safe room. Now at the safe room, he flinched back abit from the yelling of the Prussian which made the Italian curious. He poked his out from behind the albino then seeing America and Russia kissing. He was confused on why since a lot of people kiss back home. If you liked somebody and they liked you back, you kiss. It might have been a different custom for the Prussian though. “Ve?~”

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbert uncounciously lifted his hand to avert Italy's eyes, trying to spare his innocence. Being part German, of course he was thinking they were doing more than just kissing, despite Alfred's injuries. Well, America was on the bed, Russia was over him, of course he would think so. He's Prussian.

America pulled back his lips, now with a dumbfounded smile on his features. "Thanks for not pushing me away, ha ha...!" he said with little strength taking a glance at Gilbert and Feliciano once nodding then at Ivan's purple hues again. He released his coat's collar, his eyes beginning to droop and relax. His bright smile fading slightly.

[Sylvanas Windrunner]

Russia was dumbfounded but laughed with Anerica, "Da. One last laugh of our lives." Deep down it seemed as if he went sane for once in his life. He was sad America was dying. Or dead. It ripped him up now. He saw Gilbert and Italy. He didn't hears the prussians scream because he was zoned out. "Shit. Gilbert, you saw nothing. Get your ass over here and get any medical suff you can find. Another dead one is less chance of getting out." He was right. Partially. Death was around he corner for most and seemed like America ran into it. Russia had to use all might to keep from bursting out in tears. He was 'The Great Russia' or whatever.

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