Hetacolessum

by chickiepo

In the time of the British Empire the people are bored and wish for entertainment. The king, in concern for his people of course, turned to the Ancient Empire of Rome for inspiration, where he found his answer. The Colosseum, now prisoners from all over the world are forced to fight in the matches, the reward freedom. (Human AU bloody, goreish, Romano in general.)

1. Chapter 1

Hello again this is chickiepo with my new Hetalia fanfic and this one is not focusing on one pairing this time and thanks for my friends who took the time to edit this so it wasn't full of errors

The crowd was roaring, stomping until the sound of the horns blared. Two gates open on each side of the field of the arena , on one side of the field a blond, muscular, and tall man. On the other side, a black haired, hyper scrawny boy with a strange hair curl that might of had a smile in it. In the higher balcony in the arena the king stood up and walked to the front of the rails and silenced the crowd. "Welcome, my wonderful people of the Empire of Britannia and I welcome you to the arena." The crowd roars. "Today, we have to fine warriors Ludwig and Yong Su. Now I will ask of you which warrior will prevail!" The crowd starts to chant "Ludwig, Ludwig! Yong Soo, Yong Soo!" as the crowd cheers the king raises his hand, calling for silence. "Now I ask of you what shall they fight? Submission, first blood, unconscious, pinned?!" The crowd stays quiet then many people say pinned and the king nods and signals the fight to begin.

Ludwig readies his trident, his eyes fixed on Yong Soo whowas drawing his Hawndo and taking a very interesting stance, almost as if he was to dance. The two warriors start to circle each other, with suspense in the air. Im Yong Soo smirks then runs forward and quickly thrusts his sword forward, flipping back into his former position. Ludwig barely dodges out of the way, the cold blade grazing his mid-section. A slight sense of fear creeped into the back of Ludwig's mind, but he shakes his head trying to diminish the thought. Lunging forward, Ludwig tries to pin Yong Su to the ground but, he underestimated the semi-lithe korean boy. Im Yong Soo blocks the slow attack then quickly follows the motion through and down to the ground in a slashing arc, then, jumping back he lands perfectly on top of the sword's hilt. Im Yong Soo laughs , "Wow, you are slower than a geo bok! I could fight you with my eyes closed!"Im Yong Soo smirks, then flips up and grabs his sword and swings as he comes down at Ludwig. The German quickly moves back fast, almost falling but missing the blade, unfortunately Yong Soo is ready for that, and he swings a second time this time cutting a deeper cut diagonally across the old cut in is midsection. Blood trickles down to the ground, but Ludwig presses on. As Ludwig steadies himself, he comes to a realization. He relaxes and backs from Yong Su, his trident slightly farther to the right then it should be leaving him open. Yu Song is laughing, and then looks at the German and sees his right leg is vulnerable and sprints at Ludwig. Ludwig smirks and throws his net, landing it right onto Im Yong Su , as the boy struggled to get out of the net, Ludwig throws the trident pinning Im Yong Soo to the wall his neck in between the prongs. The gong rings, and the fight is over.

Ludwig left the field of battle and went back down to the living quarters of the warriors. When he was finally their, he was met with a tackle hug from his elder brother, Gilbert. "Good job little bruder!" "Danke, now get off of me!" Gilbert looks at Ludwigs stomach, noticing the wound. He quickly leaves to the other room, once he comes back he has a fresh bundle bandages. Ludwig takes of his shirt and Gilbert wraps his wounds. In another area of the underneath of the arena sits two twins on a floor mat one is laying on the others lap. the one who sits upright looks at the clock and it reads four o'clock he sighs ,"Hey Feli get up." He shakes his twin, Feliciano. Feli yawns, then sits up. He yawns loudly, then rubs his eyes. "What time is it Roma?..." "Almost time for our match." He stands up and helps his brother up and they go to the weapons hall. The weapons hall is a long hallway covered from floor to ceiling in weapons, some were covered in rust some were bent in strange ways. Others lay in a pile by the door. The twins walk down the row until they come to a rack of daggers they grab a few and start hiding them on their body then grab four knives each and a holsters and put that on to. Once they are done they go to the gates. Before they enter the arena, Roma turns to Feli and puts his hand on his shoulder. "Feli, just remember, don't get killed." Feli laughs a bit, fake-saluting. "Got it!" The the horns blare, making the gates rise and the twins walk onto the field.