Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Sword Art Online.
This is a human AU.
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Yao sighed.
He didn't ever want to be a part of this death game. Because Alfred forced him too. That's why.
And now Chinese man sat, in a heavy cloak he scored from an easy monster. Well, he was originally Chinese.
Now he does not even know who he is anymore.
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He dropped his sword as everyone scowled at him, showering him with insults.
His face was hidden from view by the cloak that covered him, the hood sinking low in his face providing warmth in the snows, even if all he feels is cold right now.
"I never meant for him to die aru."
The raiding group was scornful on him.
And now, two were lost and they all say its his fault.
That was when he became a solo player. Not a beater like the Black Swordsman. A loser solo player.
When it was really his Kiku that struck him and gave him the sword in his back first.
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He loved his sword.
It was extremely rare, and it could have been made just for him.
Golden Dragon. And he felt like he could do anything, when he knows he actually can't.
So he feels the relief when he kills the monster that he has lived and killed it. He is not weak.
But he turns to another one and he hates himself again.
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He ghosts his way past everyone in the town.
I don't want to be seen, he thinks to himself.
The most well known traitor of Aincrad. People made things up, even said he was part of Laughing Coffin!
But is that green cursor red? Red for murder, and only murderers are in Laughing Coffin.
What he hates is how he had to kill the one that was aiming to kill him. A real Laughing Coffin member. Did someone hire him to do that?
He wishes he isn't marked as a murderer.
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"Party with me."
And he turns away with from that sweet girl that was being gently scolded by a lookalike for asking him to party with them.
He doesn't care. He is a solo player anyways.
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A scream rips through his lips as the dying boss slashes his back.
Thank god he had his healing crystal. Because it didn't seem like anyone else wanted to help him. They were far to busy surviving, even if his identity is concealed under a new blood red cloak with golden lining.
And he staggers to his feet.
With a cry he attacks with the fury of the dragon, the fury of the golden dragon his blade was named after.
One hit, two, slash, duck, stab, dodge. Over and over and over again. Until the body of the monster that killed four shattered like fragile glass into thousands of pieces.
Sheathing his golden sword he disappears, slipping away into the darkness.
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"The game has been cleared."
The robotic voice rings throughout the field.
Lifting a hand from behind the cloak, he presses the button, and sure enough the logout button is there. The one people had been fighting for.
Its so unreal.
He presses it.
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He was looking at cute dolls.
Sighing he looked away.
They had these ridiculous smiles on their faces that said everything was okay when it wasn't. Fake smiles.
His eyes clouded over.
It had been one month since he woke, and two since he was out of that death game that claimed four thousand lives.
He lives alone with no friends.
Because he has the unspoken titles of murderer, traitor.
Even if only some know it.