Okay, so this story is based off of this super epic RP that my friends and I did last summer. It's going to have drama, violence, romance, intense situations, etc. I'm going to rate it T for now, but if it gets too bad, I'm going to move it up to M. Also, a few things to keep in mind. When we did the RP, I played Emil and Norway, and Norway's story was inspired by Kill Bill. So, just saying, that's going to be in there. There are going to probably be slightly out of character people, because we used different characterizations to fit this AU better. Also, there are going to be some really weird crack ships in this, just saying. The main characters include Iceland (Emil), Norway (Lukas), Prussia (Gilbert), Seamus (Ireland), and Matt (2p!Canada). There also are going to be some OCs in the form of random gang members and people from Seamus's back story. I don't own Hetalia, Kill Bill, or Nancy Sinatra. So, let's hope this all goes well. Do what you do and enjoy!
Warning: Violence and suicide in this chapter.
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
This was it. The moment we have all been waiting for, the moment where I make my move. I knew that one of us wasn't making it out alive, and right now, I had the power to decide who it was. I had a sick feeling in my stomach about who I would choose.
I always thought about how I would die. I imagined it being in an epic showdown, where I was saving someone I loved, and giving myself up for them or something. It would be raining, I would be bleeding everywhere, and I would strike down the evil doer, before falling to the ground in victory. I would look down and realize that my wounds were fatal, but it would be all worth it. The only problem was, there really was only one person I would want to die for: Emil.
Emil knew nothing about any of this. He truly was innocent, he was just living his life and going to college, trying to be normal. He would get a monthly check from me in the mail to pay for expenses, and we would have family dinners once every few months. Our weird, twisted little family, that is. All this work I have done, all of it is for him. Every person I have shot down, killed, and betrayed was worth it just to see him live the life I never had.
The thing was, he didn't even need me here. I had money saved up that could at least pay for one person for a while, the only reason we are tight on cash was because there are two of us. Without me, he could be completely severed from the life I lead. Emil would never find out about what I've done, and I would never be worried that he could be used against me. There would be no secrets, Emil would just know me as his loving brother, and that's all.
It was then that I knew what I had to do.
It was partially selfish, but also the most selfless desire I have ever had. If I died tonight, Emil would never know about me, about my gang life, about how I am a killer. I could die as the big brother he always thought I was. We would both benefit from it. I am not making it out of here alive, I will make sure of it.
I looked over at the people in front of me. Gilbert, the man that has caused me so much trouble throughout the last few years, my gang boss. And Seamus, the Irishman who somehow got mixed into all of this. Or maybe it was destiny, that's why he was here tonight. I would never know, but I hope he gets his life back together in the days to come.
I look down at the gun in my hand, which is currently pointed at Gilbert. Oh, how I wish I could shoot him down now. Unfortunately, I feel as though he isn't my kill, and that someone else deserves to kill him. Sure, he ruined my life, but his treatment of me was nothing compared to the way he has treated others. He will die by the hands of one of them, but that will be another day.
I suppose this is now the time when I should say something clever. I should say something epic, something that people will be talking about for years to come. But honestly, I can't think of a single thing to say. Everything that needed to be said has already been said, there is nothing left.
I did wish I could tell Gilbert about what I was about to do, and how it was all for Emil. I hope that after I am gone, Gilbert doesn't mistake my sacrifice for him. Because I owe him nothing. I really don't. My life is not going to him, I hope he finds this apparent. I could always tell him about what was going to happen in a few moments, but that might ruin everything. He might try to stop me, or he might even try to kill me himself. But I can't let that happen. I want to be the one who controls my fate, since he has been in control of me for so many years.
I should probably think of something else. I don't want my last thoughts to be about that bastard, he doesn't deserve it. I think of Emil. I think of how much his life would be better now. He can have a good college experience once he gets all the money I have saved, get his degree, get a job, make a family for himself. I smile a bit at this, I am quite confident in my choice when I think of Emil's future.
I sigh, looking between the two men. They were standing there silently as I contemplated my next move, and I know that now is the time to follow through with my decision.
I stand up straight, and I look at Seamus. What a poor guy, I sincerely hope his life gets turned around in the near future. Then, I turn my attention to Gilbert. I hate this man, but for some reason, I think it's only appropriate that he is the last thing I see before I die. So I look him straight in the eye, and I put the gun in my hand up to my head.
And I pull the trigger.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down