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"Romano," Veneziano mumbled, crawling on the concrete floor to his brother, ignoring how hard and dirty it was against his hands.
"What?" Romano growled, his eyes staring out past the bars of their cell. "You asshole. You got us stuck in here. You did this to us, you know! No more tomatoes, no more pasta, no more-"
"Sorry," Veneziano whispered, sitting beside his twin and laying his soft head down on his shoulder.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, Romano," Veneziano repeated, grabbing his hand. "I didn't think Japan would. . ."
"Dummy, this is World War Three. Of course he would," Romano glanced down at his brother, and was shocked to see tears falling down his face. "Hey, idiot!" He snapped, grabbing Veneziano's shoulders. "You can't cry now! If you cry, you'll . . . you'll make me. . ." He turned away, sniffling.
Veneziano tilted his head and came closer, slowly bringing Romano into a hug from behind.
"Idiot. . ."
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The torn-up and bleeding body of a broken man lifted himself up from the rubble that was once called a town, as the sun set behind him. "Dammit," the man whispered as he stumbled to his feet. He tightened his fists to the point that his fingernails made his palms go numb. After catching his breath, he suddenly breathed in and shouted as loud as possible, "DAMMIT!" The force of his voice took his energy away, and he fell to his knees. His head down and his hands tearing at his light scalp, he mumbled, "Damn it all. . . Every single thing. It's just not fair. . ."
"Prussia." The man turned to hear who called him, and stared in amazement to see a familiar man, his bulky figure outlined in dark shadows from the setting sun.
"West, I failed," Prussia said, turning away to look down at his bloody knees. "I—Eh?"
Germany pulled his brother up, and tightened his arm around his own shoulders. He then looked right at his shocked brother and showed a grin. "You act like failing is a bad thing. Must be your pride. It'll be the death of you yet."
Prussia stared for a second, and finally smiled back. "What? Your awesome older bro dying? Never gonna happen. I'll be here by your side forever."
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"Hey, if you surrender now, maybe I'll spare your life," said America, holding a gun toward England's head.
"America, you fool! I—" England stopped, seeing the finger on the trigger tighten. "Nng."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" America said, sighing, "I was under the impression that you are the fool." He was about to say more, but England's eyes suddenly squinted, and his head looked down.
"I don't want to do this anymore," England said, whipping away his tears with his sleeve. "It's no good! We just grow further apart each time. One day, we'll be complete enemies. That can't happen! I can't allow it!"
America backed up, surprised. In the confusion, England managed to jump up and grab America's wrists, making them tumble to the ground. "What are you...?" America gasped.
"I won't let you go any further!" England said, his eyebrows tightening, and tears falling. He rolled off of America, and covered his eyes with his hands, though the tears kept streaming. America watched him, and dropped his gun.
"I wouldn't be able to do it, anyway."
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"No! Austria! Wake up! Wake up, dammit!" Hungary screamed, grabbing at Austria's clothes and patting his cheeks. She felt his neck for a pulse, praying he would wake up. "Austria! Open your eyes, please! Please!" Her voice became hoarse, and she felt her hands become unsteady. She buried her head in his chest, trembling.
"Nng. . ." Austria's chest heaved, and his arm slowly reached for Hungary's head.
Hungary's eyes widened, and sat up to see Austria's face, a faint smile on his lips. "You're alive!"
Austria laughed, though he winced as he did so. "You didn't think I would die, did you?" He coughed, and let his head lean back. "But the nuclear bombs of today really pack a punch. It's amazing how many countries have them these days."
Hungary sighed, looking up at the smog-filled sky. "This is modern-day war. What else can you expect?
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Spain let out a sigh, his body outstretched on the ground. He stared up at the sky, thinking. "Is this how it has to be? Everyone fighting against each other?" He closed his eyes, remembering how the countries had all simply drifted apart. It was strange, and he didn't understand how it happened, but he didn't like it at all. And of all people to be the ones winning. . . Belarus and Russia. They kept driving the world further and further into war, and currently. . .
"Get up, maggot!" Belarus snapped, pointing her knife at Spain. "Don't you forget your place!"
Yes, that's right; Spain thought with a sigh, currently, he was a slave to Belarus.
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Wah, I hope I did this right! Hetalia's cast is so hard to get right. Especially Belarus. She's such a stalker, I'm not sure if she would full out go and yell at Spain like that...If you see anything wrong, can you point it out? ^^
More characters will appear soon. I just wanted this to be a little bit of a taste of what the new war is doing to all the countries. And if you wanna see a country, canon or not, ask and I'll try to add him/her soon.
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(I can't get better unless you tell me what I'm doing wrong! :D)