Hallo to everyone who has clicked on this story due to boredom, curiosity or by accident! This story is inspired by the fanmade game Hetalia Hazard: The Bonds of Friendship, or as it's more commonly known as HetaHazard!
I had originally had an easy plot, but before I could get too far into the game, plot twists appeared and contradicted my original ideas. Plus, time has not been on my side so… I have rewritten it so you guys can enjoy it.
By the way, if you clicked on this story thinking that this was a PruCan, you are sadly mistaken.
Hope you guys enjoy the story! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or HetaHazard. Just my OC :3
Rattle, tap, tap, rattle, tap, tap, rattle.
Light footsteps hit the floor, the rattling of a chain could be heard with every second step.
The steps belonged to a semi-translucent young lady about the age between 18 and 20. Standing tall at 5'8," she continued walking through the empty white halls. She had short, silvery-blonde hair, bangs parted down the middle, framing her pale white features. Her eyes were a dulled red behind white lashes, and her lips were a pale, pale pink. She only wore a short, flowing, white dress, a chain cuff around her left ankle, the chain disappearing a foot behind her. The skin around the ankle was an irritated red colour.
The young lady is a very beautiful girl. However, her exposed skin is absolutely riddled with dark stitches. One set of stitches was located underneath the right side of her chin trailing up above her right eye, but not disturbing her sight. Among the littered stitches sets, the most sets were located right above her heart, but a few were out of sight from the dress.
Humming sounds echoed eerily soft through the halls, adding to her footsteps.
"I wonder if anyone will find me here…" Her voice carried like silk and ice. She walked straight through a door, very used to her abilities. An empty hall, like usual.
"The door in front of me leads to the other half of the facility…" She recited, "Where the zombie dogs are hanging around. And the staff room is a bit farther than that with the oversized spiders…"
A few steps later, she heard a dull 'thud' to her immediate right.
"That was in the direction of the experiment labs…" She noted. "Could it be... another sign of life? The zombies aren't very good company." Curiosity and hope took hold of her, heading to the testing rooms.
Drifting through the door, she looks around for the source of the noise.
"Perhaps drifting would be easier." The silverette pointed her feet and now floating above the ground, the chain rattling as she did so. Her drift-walking did nothing to quiet the chains, not that she noticed.
It didn't take very long to drift through the doors and walls, arriving in the supplies room. Glancing around the bloodied room, she noticed the humanoid zombie.
"Oh… you're still here… in the same place I left you… approximately four days ago. Not that you had anything better to do in the first place…" She spoke aloud. The zombie made a terribly loud roar, forcing the young lady to cover her ears at such a close distance.
"That was so rude…!" Looking vaguely annoyed, she drifted past the beast, closer to the door of the supplies office.
"Am I dreaming?" A voice drifted through the wall. The lady's dulled eyes widened, a circular pattern appearing on the red irises.
"A voice…?" She whispered, quite surprised. "Is there a person on the other side?" Stopping to listen, she puts her ear to the door, not quite going through it.
"No, I don't think it's a dream. I feel sore all over." She gave a small gasp, hope filling her being as she listens and prepares herself to see this new person. The surprise being so much that she unconsciously grounds herself. "Now I'm worried about West and the others. I have to get out of here."
"A male… the pitch is much deeper and rougher than my own…" She decided, whispering.
"And I think I have no choice but to fight that monster. I have to find something to use as a weapon." Footsteps walked away from the door. Taking this as her sign to move, the silverette drifted through the door, the chains rattling.
There stood a man, he had his back to her, but she took in his appearance non-the-less. His hair was a pure silvery-white, his skin, that she could see, was a pale white but not as pale as her own. He wore a dark blue uniform, contrasting his light features, a black belt around his waist and black boots on his feet, unlike her own which were bare.
The silverette's red eyes were no longer dull, but were now shining red, rings appearing on the iris in a brighter red. Her silver lashes made them brighter.
"I don't really know what's going on, but I'll take it from here!" He spoke to the remains of the Chief of Research, then searched through the papers and grabbed the ID. Without looking at her, like she had hoped, he looked around for something. Looking through the boxes, he found an iron pipe and a piece of concrete.
"I think these could be used as weapons. An iron pipe and a broken piece of concrete. That's all." He paused for a moment. "If I stick the iron pipe into this hole in the piece of concrete, it'll be more weapon-like." He put the two together and it made a hammer. "Oh, it fits perfectly. If I swing it with all my might, I think it'll cause a lot of damage. Awesome! Now I'm ready!"
He continued to look around, taking a syringe, causing the lady to flinch, and some of the Daylight Vaccines. When he fully turned around to leave, he spotted the young woman causing him to freeze.
The silverette was watching him in awe. "…Your eyes are just like mine…!" She was able to speak aloud. The man was spooked.
"Waaa!" He flinched back, knocking back into the cabinet. "Y-you weren't there a moment ago!" He pointed, shaking slightly. "D-don't hurt the awesome me!" He yelled out. The woman became overwhelmed by his yelling.
"T-the dogs aren't always this loud," she stuttered. "I-I don't want to h-hurt you..! S-so please stop yelling…!" She touched her left ear as if to cover it. He seemed to be a bit stunned by her comment about the dogs and shut his mouth.
"D-dogs?" He stuttered. "Did you compare me to a dog?"
"Oh…" The woman's expression turned to realization. "I, uh… I'm not used to loud noises for very long…"
"…Where did you come from?" He asked, drifting away from the unintended insult.
"The door, there. Where else would I have come from?" She tilted her head in such a way that it revealed more of the stitching on her face. The man made a look of pity, taking another look at her pale body.
"But it's locked isn't it?" She looked at the door and back at him.
"That is irrelevant for me." The man gave her a look that clearly said, 'are you serious?' "My name is Flazelen. What is yours?" She asked.
He blinked before replying with a grin, "The awesome Prussia." He paused, "Are you a ghost?" He asked, noticing her transparency. She shook her head no.
"I am something akin to a ghost, but I'm do not think I could be considered human anymore."
"Ah… s-so… I'm going to beat that zombie down then…" He walked passed Flazelen, noticing that she was solid when his arm brushed her, and unlocked the door. It made a loud beeping noise.
He wearily walked over to the zombie and said, "I'm warning you! I'm super strong! Get ready!"
Flazelen's chain rattled as she almost guiltily watches. "I don't know how to fight…"
Before long, Prussia smashes the zombie's head in, cheering in victory.
"That thing was no big deal! I'm really the strongest one!" A grin painted itself on his lips. "Okay, I guess I'll go look for West and the others now. Uh, but before that…" He held up a small device in his hands that made a click noise. "In memory of my big victory." Another click. "Ugh! It looks blurred! I'll take another one." Another click. "Gilbird, you're not in the photo. Come a little closer. Come on." The little yellow bird on his shoulder moved closer.
"It looks nice, huh? Now I'll change the angle."
Flazelen got close enough to look at the device as he spoke, getting part of her face in the frame in the next photo. Apparently he didn't really notice her getting closer to look at the device he was holding.
"I look awesome no matter the angle! Now from this angle—Huh?" The screen went black. "Shit, it's running out of battery. Just when it was getting good." He closed his eyes happily. "Well, I took relatively good pictures, so it's okay. Okay, time to go. When I find them, I'm going to tell them all about my awesome fight."
Prussia turned to leave.
"Prussia… what is that device?" Flazelen asked. He looked at the semi-transparent young lady.
"Was? You don't know what a cellphone is?" He asked in disbelief. She shook her head. "It's a communication device for long distant calls."
"I could never imagine such a small device so capable of a task like that." Flazelen replied in awe.
"…Have you been down here your whole life?" He asked.
"I've been down here long enough to lose count of the years." She replied. Prussia gave her a look of shock and disbelief.
"Why haven't you left? I'm sure there's a way to do so, right?" He asked, a bit worried for this young lady. Flazelen looked down at the chain cuff around her ankle.
"This thing prevents me from doing so." She looked irritated and sad, eyes dulling slightly, "I've tried time and time again. But each time I do… I get shocked and it hurts like hell." Her features scrunched up at the thought. "So I gave up. But maybe you could help me." She smiled at him, the red regaining its brilliance.
"Then… If I help you, you'll help me, right?"
"I don't see why not. I know the layout like the back of my hand and where everything is located, including the exits." She beamed.
"Then let's get going, madchen!" He grinned, walking towards the exit. When he got to the door, he walked right into it. Flazelen giggled. "That hurt! Why won't it open? Isn't it an automatic door?!"
"You'll need the ID again." She commented.
"Oh, come on, this is locked, too?! It's going to be a pain in the ass if I have to open them one by one! Why are the inside doors locked, anyway?" He yelled. Flazelen flinched at his tone, but he quieted down anyway.
"I suppose it was the fear of the zombies lurking around. But if it makes you feel better, I'll refrain from passing through walls for your sake."
"Um, ID, ID…" he mumbled, pulling out the ID he swiped it, unlocking it with a beep. "There, it opened." Turning to the silverette he replied, "I appreciate that." He turns back and sings softly to himself, "The awesome me's the most supreme! The strongest! The one who gets the last laugh, yeah!"
The silver haired duo left the room, almost immediately after was an ominous roar.
"Flazelen, how did you end up here in this… facility?" Prussia asked. The woman looked over at him.
"I don't remember. All I remember is pain, loud screaming and a male voice sounding pleased at some point." She replied. "Most of my memories are black or blurry."
"Oh…" He looked paler than usual. He turned to the door and walked right into it. "Ouch! What is with these locked doors?!" He yelled, rubbing his face.
"Those doors won't unlock for IDs. You may have to wait until one of your friends unlock it." Flazelen responded. "Who are 'West and the others' anyway? You spoke of them when you were talking to yourself." Prussia stood there before walking back to the bloodied room, the silverette following.
"Oh! West is my younger brother. His name is actually Germany. The others I was talking about are the other countries that were in the meeting. Italy and Japan are my brother's best friends, the Allies: America, England, France, Russia and China. Oh and America's brother… Canada?" He seemed to have thought about that last one for a moment longer than the rest. "I'm a bit worried about West and Itachen."
"I see." Flazelen tilted her head as Prussia used the ID again, a loud beep was made again.
"So, anything else you remember about this place?" He asked, stepping inside.
"Well, I think I was relocated at some point. When I had awoken, no one was here except the zombies. I think I was scared, running the halls blindly." Flazelen looked at the room, away from Prussia's eyes. "I think it was a year before I realized that I understood my abilities and a few more years to use them on command. I think it's been almost a decade or two." She paused. "I've lost count."
"I am taking you home with me." He declared, hugged the girl, causing her to stiffen up. "You deserve a better life than this one."
Flazelen's red eyes were wide, cheeks turning pink. "I-I d-don't… what are y-you doing?" She stuttered, "Y-you're warm…"
"I'm giving you a hug. And I'm going to call you Flaze." He replied.
"O-oh…" Flazelen paused, "Um…" Prussia unwrapped his arms from her and he grinned.
"After we find West and the others, I'm going to get you out with the awesome me." His eyes were reflecting a look of determination.
"O-okay…"
"I'm going to sleep here. There isn't much to do until that door is opened." He sat down against a clean wall and closed his eyes. "Do you want to join me?"
"…I haven't had the need to sleep or eat or anything for a long time. I have forgotten how to." Flazelen responded sadly. A red orb was opened to look at the girl.
"Just sit or lay down beside me and close your eyes. You'll fall asleep soon." The red eye shut, his expression turning peaceful.
"…If you say so…" The silverette kneeled on the ground, laying herself on her side, as she was instructed. Closing her red eyes, she thought about how this would work. Before too long, her body became limp as she mentally drifted into oblivion.
Phew! Done with chapter one! So, how did you like it? Was it worth clicking on? If I screwed something up in my logic, I will fix it. Did I do okay? Was Prussia too OOC? I'm curious to see what your thoughts are.
This is 6 pages, guys! 6! With 2,677 words! Not my best work, to be honest. But, I think as the story really gets going, the chapters will be longer.
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I hope you all have a lovely day!
~Neeky-chan