*Pokes out from bomb shelter* Uh... Hiya everyone. Sorry for the lack of updates. I was busy with a lot of things in life. This was something that I compiled together seeing as how I've been loving Hetalia for over a year now. I'm taking a very long Hiatus on the Dark World series that I updated a long time ago (mainly because I have writers block) but I haven't forgotten about it.
Anyway, read and enjoy this, I guess.
"America, what are you playing?"
Normally England was indifferent to what America did with his time, but recently America had been playing a very strange game. From the small glimpses he took, he saw that it was a horror survival game. The only reason he knew what it was is due to the fact that America NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT HIS GAMES. It was rather annoying, but he learned a bit about them, so he wouldn't make a total fool of himself when he was asked about such things. That, and to amuse the superpower so he could shut his mouth before he went on a ramble.
America gaped at the simple question, making England wish he didn't ask.
"Dude! You've never heard of Amnesia: The Dark Decent?!" The American shouted. England cringed at how loud he was.
"No." was the Brits only response. This made America gape his mouth wide open.
"DUDE! YOU HAVE TO PLAY IT NOW!" America boomed.
The next thing the Brit knew, he was sitting where America had been, staring at the title screen. England's eyes went white, mainly due to confusion and a little bit of anger which he was able to quickly control.
"Fine... I will play. But I have to make dinner first." England said, standing up.
America cringed, then thought of a way to make him avoid England's terrible cooking. "I bet you're just scared." The American blonde teased.
The Englishman stopped. "Me? Scared? Of course not!" He huffed indignantly.
"Oh? Then why're you so eager to 'make dinner?'" America sneered, not surprised by the fact England already fell for it.
"For your information, if you think that dinner is an excuse, then you're mistaken. I am the United Kingdom of Great Britian and Ireland, and no silly little video game is going to scare me!"
America got in his face. "Prove it."
England smirked, sitting back down and starting up the game. America breathed a sigh of relief. No British cooking today. Within mere seconds of the first cutscene, England was drawn in. He played and it wasn't until sunset that America came back from dinner.
"Hey, Iggs!" America shouted, slamming his hand on the other's shoulder.
England jumped backhanding America and nearly dislocated the others jaw. America fell to the ground.
"Alfred F. Jones! Don't startle me like that!" The Brit shouted. He left with a huff.
The American was still shocked by the force of the hit. He looked to see that he left his game unpaused. Looking at the screen, he was further shocked to find the credits already rolling. He went downstairs to find England doing the dishes, muttering.
"You beat the game already?" America asked, hoping that the already cross man wouldn't throw a knife at him.
"No. I went to make dinner after you left. The game crashed, so I decided to load one of your game sessions."
Now, America would have normally been pissed at his game being touched. But he processed what England said as a cowards' words. He did what anyone in his country did, despite there being an angry person in the room.
He burst out laughing.
"What the bloody hell are you laughing about?!" England sputtered.
"Dude you couldn't even take the beginning levels!" America gasped between his laughing fits, "You're more scared than Japan is!"
England snapped, his eyes white. Didn't he just explain...? He took the nearest knife and threw it at the offender. America shrieked.
"YOU BLOODY YANK!" England shouted, chasing the now fleeing nation.
They ran up to the room with America's computer. England charged raw magic in his hand, shooting it at the superpower. America jumped out of the way, the sphere hit the computer, but it did nothing. After a bit of cat and mouse however, America shoved England towards his computer, hoping his former caretaker would come to his senses via electrocution.
There was a flash of green light, and the two nations blacked out.
England was confused. One minute he'd been in his home, trying to curse Alfred after being made fun of, the next he'd blacked out. He'd now awoke to the uncomfortable silence and darkness of this new strange place.
"A-Alfred...?" He whispered, very scared. The response was rain hitting the window. He looked and saw small dots of red that lead up to his current position. He was scared, but the curiosity inside his mind instantly took over his fears. He dabbed his finger in the red substance and sniffed it.
'Mugwyrm... Mandrake leaves... And essence of rose.' He thought, 'These are the core basics of a memory poison.' He frowned sniffing it again. 'But there's something else... I think that there's some sort of... Sap in there...' He sniffed once more, "Maple sap?" he said aloud, utterly bemused. He was tempted to taste and confirm, but he remembered that it was memory poison.
He stood up and wiped his finger clean. He decided to follow it. After all nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? And surely it must have been better than just standing here in the dark corridor all by himself... He walked, following the trail.
As he walked, he tried to look for anything useable. There were several containers of tinderboxes, but each one only held one match.
'How wasteful...' England thought with a frown on the first few. He decided to keep one container, and as soon as he filled it up, he would pick up the next container. He moved on.
As he walked, the eerie silence and darkness was slowly getting to him. He could feel a dark part of his mind slowly chipping away at his sanity. He tried to focus on the task ahead, but found it near impossible. Between the darkness and the strange, if somewhat scary, wind blowing, he was constantly distracted, giving the dark part at the back of his mind more leeway.
At one point he collapsed, rapidly losing consciousness, his fear coming back full force. He continued to struggle, forcing himself back onto his feet and plodded forward. He could swear he heard a voice in his head, but it may have been the wind.
On the bright side, he found a lantern half filled with oil. Now he wouldn't have to waste all of his matches in the tinderbox just to
see where he was walking.
Eventually, after much sanity-draining walking, he came upon a desk in a room surrounded by bottles, potions and books. There was a note on the desk, and a container of oil. He filled up his lantern to the fullest before reading the note.
"Daniel's Note to Self...?" England murmured, reading. This is what it said:
"19th of August, 1839" Wait... He traveled back in time... England shook his head and made a mental note to remember what was going on in his country at this time.
"I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.
"Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this. I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact.
"There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right. God willing, the name Alexander of Brennenburg still invokes bitter anger in you. If not, this will sound horrible.
"Go to the Inner Sanctum, find Alexander and kill him. His body is old and weak, and yours, young and strong. He will be no match for you.
"One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare, breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can. Redeem us both Daniel. Descend into the darkness where Alexander waits and murder him.
"Your former self,
Daniel"
England read it over again. He frowned again. 'This doesn't sound good... But it's this Daniel's problem not mine.' He thought, 'I have to get home... And give that Yank a good thrashing...'
He looked around again. There were three large flasks. He decided to take all three of them, knowing that the first would be used to store excess oil for his lantern. He wasn't sure what the other two would be for, but if anything else it was more storage for his oil. After taking one last look, he found a lever. Pulling on it, he found that a bookshelf was a clever door to a hidden passageway.
'Just like at home.' England thought with a smirk. He walked down the hallway, feeling his sanity return to normal, a sense of pride washing over him at this discovery. There was a door at the end of this corridor.
'No turning back now...' he thought to himself. He opens the door and walked though the warped gateway.
Alfred groaned as he regained consciousness. There was the smell of sulfur, and of burned skin. He forced himself up, hoping that he didn't receive any more damage.
"Hey Iggs, you there?" America asked, a bit softer than his normal shouting.
"A-Alfred...?" Was the quite response. America blinked.
"Where are you?" he asked. Silence, then...
"Mugwyrm... Mandrake leaves... And essence of rose." The American furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "These are the basics of a memory poison..."
America looked at the computer. He saw that Amnesia had started back up, but it was different. It was like he was watching a movie. He went over to the computer and watched for a bit, wide eyed.
"No way..." he muttered, he bolted off to his gaming cave, his basement which he had converted for the sole purpose of gaming, and grabbed a headset that was hanging over his semi-massive Alienware computer as well as the charger for his laptop. He bolted back to the game, and plugged in the headset and charger just as the doorbell was rung.
America went to the door and was a bit shocked to see Japan standing at the door.
"Konichiwa America." The Japanesse nation said bowing, "You said you wanted to show me something...?"
America mentally facepalmed. He'd called Japan over to show that he'd gotten England to play Amnesia. At first he thought that he was screwed, then he realized that this was Japan. He loaned the American games that he thought were scary and cursed.
"Yeah... I actually kinda need your help..." America muttered sheepishly. He beckoned for the now confused and worried nation to follow him.
He showed the game to Japan. The other had a poker face even with the fact that Amnesia was acting up.
"Daniel's Note to Self...?" England was muttering.
Japan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "...Engrand-san?!"
America nodded with an uncomfortable look on his face. Japan gave a look that demanded explanation.
"Ok... Long story short, I pissed off Iggybrows and now he's stuck in there... Somehow." America said, "Even worse, I may have kinda hacked the game to make all the enemies give one-hit kills..."
Japan opened his mouth to ask how stupid the American was before their attention was turned back to England opening the door.
"We need to get him out." America said, quickly, "How do we do that?"
Japan worked quickly, his fingers typing on the keyboard. "There doesn't seem to be any way to get him out... He might need to play through the game."
America stiffened. "A-And if he dies before that...?"
Japan gave a poker face. "I do not know what will happen, but if it is like any other cursed game, he will die."
The blonde paled. "...W-well, isn't there some sort of way to hack the game?!"
"Not unless you want him stuck in an endless void or some other glitch."
America looked saddened. "We have to do something..." he said with a frown.
Japan looked at the headset. "Perhaps we can communicate with him."
Looks like England got himself into another dark pickle... Silly England~ When will you learn that magic and violence is not the way? Did ya like the US/UK fluffy doom? I know I did~ ^w^
Reviews are greatly apriciated.