the iNSaNiTY begins
By: windalchemist001
~~~I split things~~~
wind: I own NOTHING!
mulan: So no suing.
elizabeth: There is a bit of politics and some OC-ness.
ruru: There are and will be spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors.
naru: So no complaining. I don't wa-
wind: *glares at naru* naru, shut it.
mulan: Enjoy reading.
wind: and thanks to Ariana-tan and Pumpkin2Face for helping me fix all the errors thank you you two ^_^
~~~iNSaNiTY by:matt9five~~~
Insanity,
Like floating on air.
Psychopathy,
A carefree life.
Insanity,
Dark? Light?
Insanity. Insanity.
Sanity,
Can't see the dark already.
Purity,
The days are longer.
Sanity,
But that also must sink.
"Sanity"
... what is that?
Insanity,
Like floating on air.
Psychopathy,
A carefree life.
Insanity,
An illusion that can't end.
Captivity,
Unable to run away.
Insanity,
Like floating on air.
Psychopathy,
A carefree life.
Insanity,
An illusion that can't end.
Captivity,
Like the corruption is continuing.
Insanity,
Psychopathy,
Insanity,
Captivity,
~~~prologue~~~
In the distance, the fire licked the buildings and carried with it the smell of the dying that would cause even some of the strongest-willed men to cringe. However, the woman on the balcony looked with her practical, dark brown eyes at the scene. The sound and screaming could be heard from her high perch, and she could only watch.
The door opened to her room, but the girl didn't even flinch as the sound of footsteps came into the room. The woman turned to see two younger figures, and a bit of life enter the woman's eyes.
"Yes, children?" Her voice was soft like the wind on a peaceful night, but it sounded like her eyes looked – practical, dead, and emotionless.
"Mom, they want you again," the elder twin spoke, her light blue eyes showing the deep sadness that she felt for her mother-figure.
"Mom, please, you know we don't have to continue this. We're humans; we have rights," the younger twin pleaded with the elder woman. Her dark eyes held hope that for once their mother would agree with them.
But that was not the case like every other time. The woman just huffed before turning around. "You know that to be a lie; we lost that right a long time ag – " The woman paused to walk into the room, her chains jingling with each step she took before closing the balcony door.
"Though I wish we could regain those rights." The emotion that was absent in her voice before was now there, and the heart-wrenching sadness that the woman's voice held could make anyone feel pity for the woman.
"Now, come, Heilwig, Kimiko. We mustn't keep them waiting." The younger girls nodded and followed their mother out of the room, the sounds of the older woman's chains ringing for all to hear in the quiet halls of the prisonlike castle.
~~~ Chapter one~~~
The sound of complaints and fighting filled the room. And if you were new the thumping noises as well as the sound of threats to kill each other would scare you. But if not, then you got used to it and learned to tune it out, at least to some degree.
In the room were eight people. These people weren't ordinary people. No, these people are personifications of countries, the countries being England, France, Italy, Japan, China, Russia, Germany, and America.
Now as you can guess, being the personified version of countries, some of them didn't get along too well. Thus, the threats to kill each other. But that's beside the point. Today they were having a meeting, and by that, I mean nothing was actually getting done.
After the room was filled with yelling and whatnot, Germany, also known as Ludwig, sat up and yelled for order, which, in turn, filled the room with silence, before they all sat down, while Ludwig went over how the rest of the meeting should go.
Now while all this was going on, no one seemed to notice that a voice was missing, one that normally would have been rather hard to ignore. The person this voice belonged to was none other than the United States of America, America for short or even Alfred F. Jones, who was sitting quietly in his seat reading a book that most in the room wouldn't understand, since the book was a mix of English, Spanish and Native American languages, and even that was in code that only he and two other people knew about it. Though one of the two people didn't even know he knew the code, while the other one had taught him the code.
He was looking at the book because it was a spellbook filled with spells from the Aztec and Mayan empire. These spells and potions were used for many things, but the one he was looking at was a potion that made a personified country become humanlike, in order for them to be able to function while the country was doing poorly, since he would have normally been in bed due to everything that was going on.
Though his daughter Texas (Emily Amity Peña-Jones) had already made him a few of the potions so he could get though today's meeting and the rest of the week, the dirty-blond knew he was going to need more later down the road. Or at least till his country got back up to normal, at least normal enough for him to function without the potions.
As long as the current administer stay in power, though, he was going to need them. He just hoped that the 2012 elections brought someone who would help him and not hurt him even more. He gave a silent prayer that someone in the GOP won because he wasn't sure if he and the rest of his people could last under his current boss. Shoot, even he couldn't stand the man and his class warfare crap.
"AMERICA!" Alfred looked up to see the rest of the room looking at him. The dirty-blond gave a cheesy grin as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at being caught not paying attention.
"Um... yeah what is it, guys?" Alfred looked around only to turn when his former guardian began to speak. And after listening to his insult the American got up after putting the book away and walked up to the front of the room to give his presentation.
But as the American had his back turn he missed the look the other nation had given him because, unknown to the American, he was looking extremely sickly, more-so than the rest of them – and that was saying something – and though they would blame him for the shitty economy, they all knew it wasn't really his fault anymore. Rather it was the fault of people who thought to have more power than they really did. And by that they meant America's current boss was ticking them all off, even though none of them would ever say it out loud.
~~~ Time skip ~~~
The meeting was done, at least for today, since they had another two days for the meeting. Most of the group decided to get wasted. And normally the dirty-blond would have jumped at the chance, since he wasn't legally able to in his home, but the potion was wearing off and he could feel himself about to buckle under his own weight. So Alfred, after making the excuse of meeting them later on, went to his room to drink his next potion.
The other nations, after talking to one another, decided that England (also known as Arthur Kirkland) and France (or Francis Bonnefoy), should check up on America, to make sure he got to his room all right, since the dirty-blond looked like he could collapse at any moment and they didn't want the youngest of them passing out somewhere he shouldn't.
Now, while the others worried about the American, he had just entered his hotel room and closed the door. All the items he had asked for during the meeting break were on a cart in the room. Reopening the book and then checking if he had everything, the dirty-blond opened the restroom door and flicked on the lights. After examining the room, the blond went for the ingredients that he had left on the cart.
After rechecking that he had everything, he began to set aside the things that he could use to make the flame. He then quickly set the rack on top as he got the wood and cloth to light it. Afterwards, he began to carefully mix and toss ingredients into the small pot to cook. He waited for it to boil as he went to get one of the empty bottles he had been drinking out of to pour the finished mixture into once it was done.
He got up from his spot on the floor, left, and closed the door before looking around the room for a couple of minutes to find that bottle, which had somehow ended up under the bed. Alfred opened the door only to pass out from the smell that seemed to have accumulated in the bathroom. The bottle that he held fell to the floor with a great shatter.
From outside the hotel room both Francis and Arthur heard the sound of glass being smashed, and the two managed to break open the door. They feared something may have happened to Alfred, but the second they opened the door, both almost passed out from the smell. How they managed not to, was a miracle.
Covering their noses as best they could, they walked further into the room and saw the American's legs coming out of the restroom. Both ran up to him and saw the state of the restroom.
"Francis." The Frenchman turned to his lover and nodded, knowing what the other wanted him to do. He opened the hotel window, letting out some of the smell out, as England got rid of the glass around the passed-out male.
As soon as the glass was gone the Englishman walked to the tub and noticed a half-empty bottle that most people would have thought just contained water. But the blond green eye man didn't think it was. Carefully picking the bottle up and popping the cap off, he carefully smelled the liquid. His eyes widened at the scent that hit his noise.
Just then, the Frenchman walked into the restroom now that he could breath and noticed the book and the fire, which was still burning. "Mon cher,the fire." Arthur snapped out of his thought and grasped a couple of towels. He removed the pot from the flame and turned on the water to put out the fire.
Francis peered into the pot and cringed as he backed away from the smell that still lingered on the counter."Oh là là, ce qui était Alfred essaie de faire? Il sent horrible."(1)
Arthur looked up to see Francis glaring at the pot. He shook his head at the elder. "He was making a potion. What it was for, I don't know, for the only ingredient I can recognize is this." At this point, England held up the bottle of clear liquid, which swished in it container as it was moved about. The liquid was as flowing as water would be, just a tad slower, something most people wouldn't notice. But, for the personified country, it was something that was easily noticeable.
"Angleterre,what is that?" the French man asked looking at the bottle with a curiosity that would have made him seem cute and innocent, as long as you didn't know how much of a pervert he was. Unfortunately, this was a fact which the Englishman knew of very well.
"It's a substance that makes a potion taste good, no matter how vile it tastes normally, but it also makes the original potion smell worse than a rotting corpse." At this, Arthur placed the bottle down and stood up from his squatted position. "If only I knew what the bloody git was making. Then maybe we could figure out what happened."
At this the Frenchman held up the book he found. "Would this help,mon amour?"
At this Arthur looked at the book and nodded. "This looks like the book that America had with him earlier." England opened the book and his annoyance was easily seen as the short male scanned the book before slamming it closed. "I can barely make out at least a third of it."
Francis took the book from the Englishman and glanced through it himself. "Part of it is in in English or Spanish. The last part I can't seem to make out." The elder man tilted his head. "Maybe the others could figure this out.Ne pense-tu pas, mon amour?"(2)Francis glanced at his lover, who nodded.
"I believe you're right, frog, but I believe we should pick up Alfred and put him on the bed." Now both males looked at the passed-out American. After setting the book down, both managed to lift the dirty-blond up and get him to the bed. After that they both left the room, book once again in hand.
~~~ Time skip ~~~
Alfred groaned as he opened his eyes. His head was throbbing very painfully. The American stood up and wobbled a bit before walking to the mini-fridge and grabbed the bottle out. He drank its contents before placing the empty bottle on top of the fridge.
Glancing around, the blond tried to remember what he had been doing earlier. When his eyes went to the restroom, the gears in his mind clicked. Rushing to the bathroom, he saw that the fire was out and the pot sat on the toilet and was cold to the touch.
The American then noticed that his daughter's book was gone. In a panic, he began to look for the spellbook in and around the toilet and even in the tub and the cabinets. After checking everywhere in the restroom, the dirty-blond tore up the hotel room looking for the book. After that plan failed, America went through what could be classified as a panic attack.
That was, until he saw a stem peeking out from under some blankets, which was odd because there weren't any flowers in his room earlier. The male lifted up the white sheet to reveal a red rose. Alfred blinked as he saw the rose, and cursed as he bolted out of the room and to the front desk to see if someone there had seen the Frenchman, barely managing to grab his keycard as he went.
Meanwhile, the rest of the G8 sat in the meeting room, trying to figure out the book. None of them knew what page the potion was on, since Francis had forgotten which page after he had closed the book. This made England try to wring his neck.
But after they seemed to calm down, the group decided to just guess –okay, actually, everyone but England, Japan and Germany decided to guess; those three were a bit weary of just guessing. They spent their time translating everything in English on a spare piece of paper, leaving blank the parts that no one could translate.
After some time, they guessed that not only was it in mutable languages, it was also in some kind of code, much to the frustration of the group.
"Ve,Germany,ho fame. Possiamo mangiare?"(3)the Italian pled dramatically in the hopes he would get food.
The German sighed. "Nein, Italy, not yet." Ludwig felt like shooting something, though he wouldn't admit it. Just then Japan walked up, holding up a box, and opened it to the Italian.
"Here, Feliciano-san, have an onigiri to calm your stomach for now." No one noticed the two counties' eyes widen. America's condition must be worrying the Japanese man very much if he was willing to give away his food.
"Um...thanks, Kiku." The Italian took a rice ball and began eating it carefully, looking at his friend with worry. Though most wouldn't have noised the slight change in the Italian, both Germany and Japan could pick it up quite easily.
"What does this bloody mean?" The three looked at the group to see England trying to throw the book out the window, only to have the book taken away from him, by Francis.
"Calme, Arthur; (4) we must be calm about this. It's in code for a reason."Knowing the Frenchman was right didn't really make Arthur calm down at all. Rather it made him yell at the elder, asking about all the words that didn't seem to mean anything to the point that no one knew them.
Now England was shouting some of the words he didn't understand. One of the words caught the attention of Kiku, who recognized it, but still had no idea what it meant. "Um …Watashi wa sono imi o shitte iru to omou.(5)At least, I believe I recall what it means." The group of people turned to the Japanese man.
"If you know, then why didn't you tell us, aru?" Yao said as he walked over to his little brother.
"Well, I only can recognize one word. And if we hadn't been trying to listen in on America-san's radio transmissions … Well, I remember hearing that word a few times and I had once asked Alfred-san about it once and he told me what it meant." The others just stared at the Japan for a few seconds.
"So what you're telling us is that you only know a word. Can you at least tell us what language it's in?" Arthur felt a headache coming on and rubbed at his head to try and calm it down.
"Well, if I remember correctly, Alfred-san said it wa-" Right as he was going to say, the door slammed open, revealing a pale and exhausted Alfred, who was panting heavily and was gripping the door frame for dear life.
After a few seconds, the American stumbled over to the table, grabbed the papers, and stuffed them into the book before turning to face the others, a little wobbly. "Fo-forget w-what you saw." He intended to make his exit but fainted only halfway to the door.
England and Japan were the first to get over their shock and run to the unconscious blond on the floor to try to see what was wrong, only to recoil from how hot the American felt to the touch.
"The idiot." Tears were streaming down England's face, while Japan had gotten up and run to the nearest restroom to get some towels.
France, after finally being able to move, knelt near the unconscious male and his crying lover, and without even touching, the male he could feel the heat rating off him. "Someone turn on the tv and find a news channel with American news reports!" German quickly left to do as requested, passing by Japan, who had a wet cloth.
"Here, France-san." The French man thanked the Japanese man, before placing the cloth on Alfred's head. Despite being unconscious, Alfred was panting heavily and sweating buckets, as if he just ran a marathon.
"We found something in America's room, aru." The people left in the room looked up to see China and Russia re-enter the room. How they left without anyone knowing was unknown, but that didn't seem to matter.
"Ve, what did you find?" Italy nervously asked. Even if he and America didn't hang out a lot, the Italian did think America was very nice person who didn't deserve to be this severely sick.
"We found a book in Amerika's room. It looks a lot like the other book, da?" The Russian handed over the new book. The Englishman quickly opened the book and flipped through the pages. He grabbed the other book and opened it to the page that they all had been looking at before America had come into the room.
The others watched as Arthur's face paled as he dropped the books. "What did we bloody do?" Before anyone could ask what was going on, Germany walked/ran into the room.
"America is dying." A few gasps were heard in the room, as tears began to spill out of some of the people in the room. The song "Play Something Country" by Brooks & Dunn filled the room. France took the ringing phone from America's pocket and pushed talk.
"Que hijos de puta madre!(6)"
"Qu'avez-vous fait à ma mère?(7)He's dying and-" There was a pause where the sound of coughing filled the phone speaker as a muffled voice of someone else spoke to the woman on the phone. Francis pulled the phone back close to his ear, so he wasn't in danger of losing his hearing and waited until the person on the other side of the phone got back on. "Put me on speaker, and don't question me." Now France would have hung up the phone, normally, but something told him to listen to the girl. He pushed the speaker on the phone.
"It's on speaker now." And the second those words left his lips the person on the other side of the phone began to speak in some unknown language that sound like gibberish to the two Asian countries in the room. The books that had been on the floor began to open, and the pages began to turn before stopping at a page near the end.
The girl paused and then started speaking again, this time two other voices joining her: another girl and then a male. It seemed the heat from the American got a tad lower until it was manageable.
"This is only temporary, so use the spell that my magic flipped the book to."
The girl stopped, and the other female voice came on. "Don't waste the slim doorway we gave you."
The girl ended, and the male spoke this time. "So hurry; you have... no time to waste." When the male stopped, all three spoke at the same time with like a chorus, sending chills down everyone's spines as if the three were giving their last wishes.
"Tell Mother we are sorry, and please don't let us down." And with that, a noise was heard as the line went dead. Within a few seconds, Alfred's glasses cracked before rusting in the center and falling to the ground in two separate pieces.
It clicked into the others' minds who those three might have been, though they weren't too sure. To keep his mind off that thought, England went to the books and began reading and translating the spells.
China finally spoke what they were all thinking. "It's impossible. I never heard of America's states having representations like us, aru. I've never heard about it ever happing before, aru." As the ones left continued to talk, Italy went to go get another towel for America as well as some food to calm himself while France went through America's phone and England read the pages the books had been turned to.
When Arthur was done going over the spell, Italy had walked in carrying some food and the towel for America. He walked over to the younger male and removed the old towel and replaced it with the new one. But as he was doing this, the dirty-blond groggily woke up and forced himself to stand up.
"Wha-what's going on?" The wind began to flow in the room, which shouldn't have been happening in a closed-off room. Alfred looked around to see England with his daughter's book. The American tried to get across the room, to stop whatever he was doing, only to be stopped by Francis.
"Non, l'Amérique.Texas, Hawaii, and Alaska told us to tell you they're sorry." Alfred looked at France to see if he was lying, any sign that he was just bluffing. But after examining the elder's face, the younger felt as if his stomach had dropped and his heart had turned to lead.
The American looked like he was going to be sick as he mumbled a quiet 'No', but went unheard as the wind had picked up so much that it sounded the eight countries had been caught in a strong vortex, sucking up most of the oxygen and making it a lot harder to breath.
To stay away from the winds, that every one of them could tell were strong enough to be able to tear off a limb, they scooted closer to each other. Right as Arthur said the last words of the spell, the wind closed in on them, sucking the eight countries in to the vortex that banged them hard against a solid object and knocked them all out cold.
~~~chapter end~~~
(1) "Oh, dear, what did Alfred try to make? It smells horrible."
(2) "Don't you agree?"
(3) "Germany, I'm hungry. Can we eat now?"
(4) "Calm down, Arthur."
(5) "I think I know what it means."
(6) "You motherfuckers!"
(7) "What did you do to my mom?"
~~~i don't like the middle but i still split~~~
wind: Woot! This is the end the 1st chapter of my Hetalia fanfic.
mulan: Yup. Now you've just got to finish this.
wind: Indeed. Oh, and the song is used not only to inspire this fanfic but also helped me write it ^_^
naru: *is bored* Can we go now, woman?
mulan: You need to go on a sugar high or something. You're so depressing.
wind: I agree, but that's not the point. Thanks, everyone, for reading. Please leave a comment, and try to be nice.
mulan: Yes, because "Mother" can't stand the mean comments.
naru: That's because you're weak.
mulan: So hush.
wind: *twitches* I have duct tape.
naru: ...
wind: That's what i thought. And, again, thanks for reading. ^_^ and again thanks to Ariana-tan and Pumpkin2Face for helping me fix this chapter
