Angel of Darkness
Chapter One: Hanging by a Thread, Prologue
Warning:Grim dark, may have some self-hate/self hurting. Very deep and sad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia :'(.
T for some serious langue.
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Britain's P.O.V
I was so warm, so happy. I was in a lush warm field of all various kinds of flowers. All the little stems danced in the soft breeze. A large weight was lifted off my shoulders. I allowed myself to flop onto the grass and roll around. I could imagine what people would think if I did this is front of them. I picked up a poppy seed flower, I twirled it around in my fingers. The little plant seems to whisper "Britain, Britain." I laughed at this, I haven't laughed in a long time and this felt amazing to do so.
The flower was doing a great job of talking to me. "I never thought a flower could talk."
"That's what you all think." The little poppy seed flower shook it's petals as if it was a human shaking his or her head.
"And who is this all you speak of?" I asked.
"Nations, humans, you name it, they think we are just brainless scraps of green and yellow." It replied, its leave's droop's a little.
"Well I never thought flowers could talk but I never thought them as brainless scraps." I said gently, stroking its petals.
"If I could I would do something for you kind sir, but atlas I am just a plant." The flower once again drooped its petals.
"It is fine. You don't have to do any thing." I said, keeping modesty in mind.
"The least I can do is give you this." The little flower reached out of no where and pulled up a long strand of red yard.
"Er, thanks but em, what is it for?" I smiled, trying to hide my disappointment.
"Oh sir, it's for here" The tiny plant tapped on my forehead.
"Ow, why are you tapping my head so hard, ow." I said loudly. The flower sighed and spoke in a French accent.
"Angleterre, get up, your sleeping though le meeting."
I opened my eyes to reveal a long, blonde, wavy, hairded frenchman waving a hand in my face.
"Bloody frog, remove your hand from my personal area." I growled, narrowing my eyes.
"Idiot Angleterre, voys avez dormi pendant la moitie de la reunion" * Silly England, you have slept though half of the meeting * France stated in a matter a fact tone.
"Number one, I don't speak French, number two, remove your hand out of my face or I will bite it off." I sat up and firmly pushed France's head away.
"Ow Angleterre, why do you have to be so mean?" The blue eyed frog, pouted.
"Because I am not an annoying frog that creep's the hell out of everyone." I replied.
"Well at least I have friends." France said snobbishly.
I heard people laughing at that. I sighed angrily. He had a point. It was true, I was… What did America call it? Forever alone? Oh, bloody hell I don't care. I stood up, in my chair, and calmly walked away. One young, maid came up to me and offered a tray of scones. "Would you like one Mr. Britain?" She asked curiously.
"Yes, thank you, child" I graciously took one of the bake goods.
"Look's like Iggy finally has friend." The whole room shook with laughter. I then, ditched my calm act and stormed out of the room but was interrupted when some one tripped me.
"Sorry, didn't see you there aru." China held his palm to his mouth, trying to not laugh out loud.
I shifted and got up. I looked China straight in the eye. "Fuck. You."
Then I coolly left the room, of course they were still laughing but at least I gave them a little surprise. After I shut the heavy wooden doors behind my mask fell off. I started crying and running for the restroom. I opened the door and to my relief no one was in here. I sank to the floor, sobbing. Why am I so pathetic? I cradled my head in my hands and leaned against the clean, white walls.
I felt something then prick my skin; I looked at my hidden pocket in my sweater held a pocket knife, for emergencies. But then, this was a emergencies. I rolled up my sleeve and turned over my arm to the softer side. I dug around in my pocket and finally pulled it out. I ran my fingers though the cool hand and opened it to show a shiny, well cleaned, blade. I eagerly started rising the blade with steaming hot water. I waited until the blade was hot enough to burn skin. I picked up the little, helpful, tool and positioned it over the soft side of my skin and I started making thin straight lines from my wrist, up.
I madly smiled at this. And then I accidently jabbed myself with my knife. Eventually, crimson blood was splattered all over the floor. This red liquid has drowned my sleeve, pants and everything else. Then I heard a voice.
"Enjoying yourself poppet?" I heard a cheerful voice rang though the blood covered room.
"You could say." I replied with no sarcasm what so ever.
"That's nice~ would you like a cupcake?" The voice asked.
"No." I answered curtly.
"You can just say no thank you, geez. You really need to lighten up." The voice said cheerfully.
"Oliver, I am not the one who have friends who kill people." I flipped my pocket knife back into its handle.
"Well I thought you didn't have any friends." Oliver snarled, losing the cheer in his voice.
That's it. I screamed and punch the air which then hit the mirror. The mirror collided with my knuckles and the thin piece of glass instantly shattered.
Dear Lord, I was a mess. Blood, glass, tears, were all over me. Luckily for me, I had magic. All it took was a flick of my wand and all of the crimson mess was gone.
Wait… I looked at my wand, unlike it's usually gold, happy, star form it was turning black at the edges and the stick part was already gray.
"What the bloody hell?" I examined it my hand. I creased my brows. This was not good, it meant something really fucking terrible is going to happen.
I sighed and stuffed it back in my huge pockets and regained my cool once I stepped out of the bathroom. I idly strolled to the front lobby and grabbed my leather jacket. I know. Why would a gentleman wear a jacket? Because I feel like it smartass.
I slide my jacket sleeves over my arms and shoulders. I grabbed my British symbolized handkerchief and tied it around my neck. I walked out to my car. My prized Lamborghini reventon. It was customized designed to looks like a giant British flag. That was the only thing people were jealous about, my car. I know sad right? I hopped in and turned on the engine. I was just about to drive away from this sick place when I saw a dirty blonde headed teenager with a cowlick was walking towards me.
I sighed heavily and rolled down my window.
"Bloody hell America, what do you want?!" I half heartily yelled.
"Come on, Iggy, people just joking there. Please come back..." He pleaded at me with his sky blue eyes.
"Hell, no." I said shortly
"Please~" He did his puppy dog face and reached in my car and gently held my hand.
"Oh fuck no, not this." I slapped away his hand.
"What the-" He stammered.
"Listen America, don't play with peoples hearts. Heart's aren't toys." I rolled up my window and pushed on the pedal which sped me away from the boy.
America, or US of the A would you American's can him, he just stood there, sulking.
I sighed and put my hand in my pocket. Whoa… Is there something is there? I reached deeper and pulled at long piece of red yarn out. Upon, examining it I notice that it was ripped tangled, hanging by just mere fluff's. Then another rip appeared. I felt a snap in my head.
"The hell?" I put it away in my pocket, but in reality I really understood what it meant.
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My mind was hanging by a thread.
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