A/N: Hello, World!
This is my first fanfiction ever, so please bear with the mediocre writing. Just so you know, two people are using this account (even if I, Yanime, am the only one writing!) I apologize for some OCness… we're American, I'm not really sure about the countries' personalities, and I have no idea how to write accents or other languages (yes, including British English)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way possible.
That's a really sharp sword -Normal Text
"That's a really sharp sword" -Talking
That's a really sharp sword - Thinking
Enjoy!
No! Not yet! I have to go back and see her!
Feet pounded against the leaf-strewn forest floor. A pair of lungs gasped desperately for breath. A figure weaved through the underbrush in his way, frantically running toward his destination, hoping he could make it in time. The clock was ticking; already his body had started to fade, and the Holy Roman Empire did not want – could not – leave without seeing Italy again. He promised her he would come back after all. He had to keep his promise.
His vision blurred; no matter, Holy Rome had to get to the house fast. If he was going to die anyway, then he might as well see her again before he faded away. Italy would be sad, though. Holy Rome felt guilty for surely making Italy cry in the future, but he would at least keep his promise, right?
Suddenly, the nation tripped over the unexpected tree root in his path. Stupid root! The fall had aggravated his wounds, and now he barely had the strength to stand. Why wasn't his body obeying his commands? He had no time to waste! Holy Rome gritted his teeth, slowly pushing himself back on his hands and knees.
"Hello, brat!"
Surprised, Holy Rome whipped his head around and faced…something he clearlywas not expecting to see.
The personification of England was dressed in an outdated white toga that barely covered his thighs. He held a stick with –really? – a star stuck at the end, white wings had somehow randomly sprouted from his back, and that dopey smirking face just screamed Hey, I'm drunk!
"What the hell are you doing here, Britain?! This isn't even near any of your colonies!" shouted Holy Roman Empire.
"Britain? What are you talking about? I'm Britannia Angel, here to fulfill your dreams!"
"No, you are obviously one intoxicated Great Britain in a ridiculous outfit complete with wings and a…stick thing!"
"Wha – how rude! I come here to fulfill whatever bloody desires you have, and you respond by bloody insulting me! Brat!"
"Whatever!" Holy Rome turned back around and continued running towards Austria's house. "Now go away, I need to see Italy!"
"Wait up, git!" Britain – er, Britannia Angel screamed. "Don't just run off when you summon me, that's just downright ungrateful!" Hey, listen to me dammit!"
"There is no way I'm listening to a weird pervert like you! Why are you wearing such ridiculous clothing?"
"Excuse me?! Me, a pervert?! Why the hell would you mistake an angel like me for a bloody frog?! You git, this is a toga! Didn't I already fucking tell you I'm an angel sent to grant your wishes? And besides, you can't get from here to Austria's house in time!"
Holy Rome frowned. This person was really annoying. "Why would I mistake you for a frog? Whatever, I have to see Italy again! I promised her I would come back, so I can't waste time with someone like you! Now leave me alone!"
"Stop denying the truth!"
Holy Rome stopped in his tracks.
"You know you can't get to Austria's house in time, so why bother? You little brat!"
Holy Rome gritted his teeth as England continued his rant about stupid brats and their selfishness. Sure, Austria's house was a long way off, but he could still try, right?
…He hated being this helpless, hated how the truth sneered and laughed at him, hated how he denied that truth so many times but it would always come back and mock him. Because no matter how fast or far he ran, he would never get to Austria's house, never get to see Italy and her beautiful smile one last time; that was the simple truth, and he hated it.
So he turned around and, even if it hurt his pride, searched the winged personification of England in his toga for an answer. "If I can't make it to Austria, then what should I do…?"
The messy blond paused halfway through his rant in surprise before composing himself. "Well, I can fix your situation so that you can be with Italy at least one more time, if not forever. However, you have to trust me because I won't be able to give you the details." Britannia Angel looked over to the small nation.
Holy Rome frown deepened. He'd been expecting a direct answer, but instead England kept his mouth shut and asked for trust. He snorted. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me? If you keep the details to yourself, there's no way I can trust you."
"True. But you don't have much time either, and the way you are right now, you won't be able to meet the person you talk about so much." Britannia Angel let that sink in. "With my way, however, I can guarantee you will meet Italy again." Holy Roman Empire had a pensive look. "So, will you trust me and let me help you?" Britannia Angel smiled.
The Holy Roman Empire sighed. "Your plan. Will it really let me meet Italy one more time?"
"Yes, or probably forever. Are you going with it?"
"…Alright, I guess I'll go with your plan, whatever it is." Britannica Angel instantly had a smile plastered on his face that could possibly rival Spain's. How weird. He usually didn't smile like that unless something profitable came up, like acquiring more land, visiting his favorite colony, or that time when he trashed Spain's armada two hundred years ago. He still bragged about that.
"Thank you for agreeing to this transaction! Now, if you please, sign this paper here." Britannica Angel conjured up a piece of parchment and a quill pen out of thin air. "This contract ensures that you know the consequences of this request and that no harm whatsoever is my fault. It also legalizes this request and proves that we made this pact just in case anyone disagrees and tries to disable it. Oh, and just so you know, once this paper is signed I'm going to make an infinite number of copies so that you can't destroy this agreement, cause you're probably going to hate me for this." The angel expectantly held out the paper and pen for Holy Rome to sign.
Holy Rome stared at the paper and pen. Was this witchcraft? Whatever England was planning, it didn't seem to be safe.
"Hurry and please sign the damn contract. Do you want to be with Italy or not?" A deathly aura surrounded Britannica Angel. Yup, he's still the British Empire.
"…I seriously doubt God made you an angel." Nevertheless, Holy Rome hesitantly signed the contract. "Done. Now what happens?"
"Much thanks for your services. Have a fun life now!" For some reason, Britannia Angel was grinning wickedly. What was up with him? Why was he swinging that stick down OH DAMMIT –!
"GAAAAAAH!" Holy Rome staggered back from the force of the attack. " I swear that if everything was just a play to make a fool out of me I'll come back to haunt you for the rest of my life as a ghost and make sure NOTHING goes in your favor– "
And then the personification of the Holy Roman Empire disappeared from sight.
A/N: Okay, after like half a year of writing, editing, re-editing, and getting it lost between emails while sending it to Moyashi-chan so she can look at it, I finally finished the fanfiction. Fantastic. I hope this is the last time I edit this.
Moyashi-chan: Well, sorry! My email was acting up, plus I was playing Tales of the Abyss and Fire Emblem: Awakening.
Me: You've played them both at least FIVE TIMES ALREADY. I'M ONLY ON MY SECOND PLAYTHROUGH OF TOTA. *anger mark*
Moyashi-chan: Hey! Don't exaggerate! I only played through Tales of the Abyss 3 1/2 times before I had to give it back to you! And I've only played Fire Emblem 4 times.
Constructive criticism and reviews are greatly appreciated. Flames will be given to England to make scones for flamers to eat. Thanks for reading and please review! Reviews might inspire us to write faster;)!
We've already got some of the next chapter planned out, so it should be up... Before summer ends? We really don't know, we're kinda procrastinators (cough Moyashi-chan cough)
-Yanime and Moyashi-chan!