Nashimoto-P Series Chapter 1: Raivis Hyperventilation Dance, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Chapter 1 – Raivis's Hyperventilation Dance

SE (Small Explication): I choosed Raivis (Latvia) with this song, because I think he is the more likely to suffer from Hyperventilation. I think all the fear towards Russia and all the paranoia would drive him into that. But I don't know haha. At first I wanted it to be Roderich, but hey, he wouldn't suffer from that. And my idea is to make it like the songs say, in its situations and everything, so… Here we go.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE LYRICS. THEY BELONG TO NASHIMOTO-P ONLY. AND AXIS POWERS HETALIA BELONGS TO HIDEKAS HIMARUYA.

Raivis couldn't sleep. It was happening again. Shit. He knew, from the moment he woke up, it was happening again. He hoped it wouldn't hurt as much as the past ones, though. He slowly opened his eyes, and there was the slight feeling of a festival in his mind, but it wasn't much. He tried to sleep, but it was useless. Slowly, he sat up in his bed, and started at the nothing; just hoping sleep would consume him again and forget he even woke up that night.

Oh, little he knew.

He turned on the small T.V he had on a dark brown table in his room. (1) He grabbed the remote control, and sat there just staring at whatever crappy show they were showing at 2:00 am in the morning. He knew either way he would found some specials, movies, or porn. But he just wanted to go back to sleep, to forget.

Slowly, the sound increased, and he knew it was coming. And it was coming big. He frowned deep, and the sound got bigger, and heavier, and it started to hurt. He though he was hearing things, that's what he first though when it first happened, a few years ago? Last year? When he was a little kid? Who the fuck cares, it was painful. He didn't know what he did to deserve such a torture, but it was happening, and it was indeed painful.

He was definitely hearing things. He though he heard a husky voice, outside his window. Calling him…

"Hey, let's start to pretend that we're zombies…"

Come on, come on, come on…. Come on!

He needed to calm down, it was going to past. He breathed in.

Fly off, fly off, fly off… Fly off!

The pain was taking over him, slowly, it increased and increased. He breathed out.

Rotate, rotate, rotate round n' round… Rotate!

It was the biggest he had had to the moment, and it wouldn't stop. It hurt, it hurt, and it hurt. It hurts to breathe in and out. It was hell. It was what he imagines hell was; just pain, pain and panic. The panic started to make its appearance in the festival, the festival of sounds and pain he was having inside. He just knew one thing;

It hurt.

"Hiffu- Hihiffu- La la la la la la la la~ Hiffu- Hihiffu- La la la la la la la la~"

This had happened before, oh jolly God, it indeed had happened before. So many times he lost count, or maybe he just felt it that way, because it felt eternal. He couldn't keep it inside him, and he shouted. He shouted and screamed, he tough he was an idiot, and that it would be fun for someone who looked at him from outside. But they just didn't know. They didn't know the pain he was having, and it was okay, he didn't wish it to anyone. Not even his biggest bully in high school, he wasn't that mean.

Why couldn't he just get some freedom!? Was it that much to ask!? He just wanted to be happy, to forget… Get out of his school; get out of his shitty life for a moment, or rather, forever. He wanted to forget about the bullies, he wanted to forget about his parents (2), he wanted to forget the pain. Was that so much to ask!? He though it was. He stopped screaming, for a moment he calmed down, and as fast as he could, he got into bed, tucked himself in the covers and covered his ears. But the pain was there, and it was intensifying.

Now, wasn't he having the best of funs?

He looked up and started at the T.V. he wouldn't remember it, he hoped so, but he could swear he saw someone, or maybe something. It was an old coot, and it was panicking, somehow. Something in his complexion was just wrong and it made him feel unconformable inside the covers. He could feel the thing (he refused to call it him) calling him, tending out its hand for him.

He was going insane, really, really insane. Could pain drive you to insanity? He didn't know, or maybe he did, but he couldn't recall at the moment. He slowly moved forward, he sat up in the bed and started curiously at the thing. It was holding a sickle in its right hand. Okay, he was insane. And so, the drop that filled the glass fell as the old coot spoke.

"Hey, let's stop begin human, and just dance…"

Come on, come on, come on…. Come on!

Insanity. Pain. It hurts. Night. Pain. Pain. Pain. It hurts so much. He breathed in.

Fly off, fly off, fly off… Fly off!

The pain was taking over. He couldn't see. It was dark, but bright at the same time. And it hurts. He breathed out.

Rotate, rotate, rotate round n' round… Rotate!

It hurts.

Help.

"Hey, exhale easily…"

"Hiffu- Hihiffu- La la la la la la la la~ Hiffu- Hihiffu- La la la la la la la la~"

It hurts.

In the back of his head, and everywhere, really, there was a siren, a siren that won't shut up. It wasn't going to anytime soon, he could feel it. He felt the pain everywhere, his head mostly. The siren was going insane, and so was he. Slowly, painfully slowly, his hand traveled from his ears to his neck, and so… he started to dance.

Come on, come on, come on…. Come on!

….It hurts. He breathed in.

Fly off, fly off, fly off… Fly off!

...Please, help me. He breathed out.

Rotate, rotate, rotate round n' round… Rotate!

It hurts.

It hurts.

IT HURTS.

IT HURTS TO…

It hurts

It hurts.

Help.

It hurts.

IT HURTS.

IT HURTS TO…

"Die like this…" He breathed out, as his heart stopped.

"Hiffu- Hihiffu- La la la la la la la la~ Hiffu- Hihiffu- La la la la la la la la~"

"It hurts…"

So… What do you think? I'm sorry little Latvia for killing you this painful way, but you happen to be the most accurate for the role somehow… Ah, I love you, Raivis, but I've had this idea since... Well, pretty long time ago, and I think you could do it just fine. This story is pretty easy to make, the chapters, I mean. The problem is finding who would be the chosen one to represent the song. I already know the next on (Fufufu~ Surprise, mothefucker) and I want to know who you people think would be the best character (from Hetalia, of course) to represent, cha-cha cha~n:

The Shape of My Heart. Listen the song (and this one if you haven't) and tell me who could it be~

Thank you for reading, dearly,
-Sandra deNite