Kyu-Chan: Hi~! How is everyone?

Prussia: Feeling as Awesome as ever! But that's to be expected from the Awesome Me!

Kyu-Chan: That's good Prussia, but I was talking to the readers.

Prussia: Readers-Smeaders, when the Awesome Me is here, I'm the center of attention!

Kyu-Chan: 'The center of attention'? You're starting to sound like America.

Prussia: Don't compare me to that un-Awesome loser!

America: Hey! The hero is way awesome-r than you'll ever be!

Kyu-Chan: Guys, calm down. You're both awesome in your own right.

America: But I'm Awesome-r because I'm a hero.

Prussia: As if.

Kyu-Chan: *Sigh* The most awesome person here can do the Disclaimer.

Prussia and America: FLAMING KYUUBI-CHAN DOES NOT OWN HETALIA!

Kyu-Chan: If I did, you all would be seeing a lot more of the 2Ps. Hehe~!

Warnings: Trigger Warning; If anything else comes up you'll be the first ones to know~


(England's POV)

I leant over the sink, grabbing the edge to steady myself. The said structure was covered with red, something that was becoming increasingly frequent. Tears pricked my eyes but I desperately tried to keep them in.

"Black sheep of Europe! Black sheep of Europe!"

"Those things tasted like petrified couch stuffing!"

"A pirate spreading misery and ruin over the face of the ocean."

I gripped the edge tighter, as if it could stop the onslaught of insults.

"Gombeen!" (A/N: A mean/corrupt person {Irish})

"Bauchle!" (A/N: A worthless person {Scottish})

"Yer a disappointment ter our ma'." (A/N: You are a disappointment to our mother.)

My brothers' voices rang out louder than the others, the emotional cuts hurting far worse than the literal cuts I inflicted earlier. The tears I was attempting to hold back overflowed, falling into the ever growing puddle of blood. The throbbing of my arms went unnoticed as the pain in my heart grew.

'Why…My brothers have hated me for as long as I can remember…But…Why?'

A choked sob escaped, opening the door for more. My dark thoughts turned from my older brothers to one of my younger ones.

'America…'

(Flashback)

"Hey, Britain! All I want is my freedom! I'm no longer a child! Nor your little brother! From now on, consider me…independent!" America declared loudly.

"I won't allow it!" I respond harshly, running toward my former charge. I caught him off guard and knocked his musket away. An American general shouted something in the background, but I was too focused on America to actually hear it.

My finger tensed to pull the trigger, only to have nothing happen. Trying again, I realized that it wasn't going to work.

"There's no way I can shoot you…Dammit, Why!?" I started crying, my tears falling down like the rain around us. He shot me a sympathetic look.

"You know why." America stated simply. "What happened…I remember when you were so great…"

Those words were a bullet that shot directly threw my heart. I collapsed in the mud and laid there for hours, listening to the intense 'pitter pat' of the rain and my own tears.

(Flashback Over)

Aww, poor, poor Arthur.

Startled, I looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the voice. No one was there. I pressed a red slicked hand to my temple, trying to cure the pounding headache that formed from the abrupt action.

Just like always, huh? You're always alone.

The voice was high pitched, but still low enough to be male.

Observant, aren't we, Arthur?

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" I demanded, but it came out broken and raspy. I internally grimaced at the sound.

Who am I? You've forgotten already? I'm hurt, honestly.

The voice let out a childish laugh. Only it lacked the jovial associated with children and took on a mocking tone.

"Who are you?" I repeated, this attempt sounding worse than the last. The edges of my eyesight dimmed and I desperately tried to prolong the inevitable.

Simple. I am you.

Before I could respond, the darkness consumed me completely. The last thing I heard was a voice, different from the one before. Deeper. Darker.

Sweet Dreams, My Beloved.

(No One's POV)

"You interrupted," Oliver accused, pouting childishly. The younger of the two shot him an irritated glare.

"Grow up, will you?" Allen retorted curtly.

"But I left off so mysteriously!" The strawberry blond let out a pitiful whine. "It was perfect, and you," he pointed at the brunette, "ruined it!" The condemned party sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Will you shut up if I buy you some ice cream or something?" Silence preceded the suggestion. "What?" The American 2P snarled. The English 2P cleared his throat and adjusted his baby blue bowtie awkwardly to regain some composure.

"Are you feeling alright love? It's odd for you to make such an offer." Oliver stated semi-worriedly. The brunette snorted as if affronted by the comment.

"Whatever," he retorted offhandedly. "Anyways," Allen continued forcefully, "We need to get back on topic." A mischievous grin spread across the other's face.

"The topic of how to get your beloved?" Oliver asked, attempting and failing to mimic his former charge's voice. The blush that covered the American 2P's tan face caused the strawberry blond to erupt in peals of laughter.


Prussia and America: *Still arguing over who is the most Awesome*

Kyu-Chan: *Sigh* Will it never end?

England: SHUT UP YOU GITS!

Prussia and America: *Silence*

Kyu-Chan: Finally, thanks Bri-

England: AND YOU! *Points to Kyu-Chan*

Kyu-Chan: *Points to herself* Me?

England: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS!?

Kyu-Chan: What is what? *Innocence*

England: *Points to Prologue*

Kyu-Chan: Fanfiction

England: *Disbelieving Stare*

Prussia: Quick! End it before his brain catches up!

Kyu-Chan: Okay, bye everyone!

England: DON'T YOU D-!

*Screen Blinks Out*