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EDIT: Human names used only. (Nov. 7, 2010)

Human names will be used. I don't own Hetalia or Bioshock.

"Utopia is the grotesque en rose, the need to associate happiness - that is, the improbable - with becoming, and to coerce an optimistic, aerial vision to the point where it rejoins its own source: the very cynicism it sought to combat. In short, a monstrous fantasy."
-E. M. Cioran

Another Utopia Falls
Chapter Two

Feliciano had no idea where he was. Sure, he knew he was down in Rapture, but how did he end up in a forest? Italy got a bad feeling from this place. The trees didn't feel natural.

He was gazing at the vibrant trees ahead when a bolt of electricity shot through his body and he was thrown back.

"Watch where ye're goin'," a gruff man said. Feliciano groaned and held his throbbing head as he looked up at the man who he bumped into. "I doona believe that they're lettin' anyone into Arcadia these days," the man said to a petite woman on his arm.

The woman giggled and patted the man on the arm in a comforting manner.

A few minutes later, Feliciano managed to sit up all the way, but he was still shaking pretty badly.

There was a hissing sound and water from overhead sprinklers came trickling down. The water sent another shock through his system and he stumbled out of it as quickly as he could.

"Oi, buddy!" an aging man in green overalls yelled to the shaking Italian. "What are you doing in the middle of the trees? It clearly says on the sign over there that we're watering." The man walked closer to Feliciano who just tried to get his shaking under control. "You okay?"

Feliciano yelped and jumped back when a stray water drop hit him on the hand. Another shock went through his body and he landed on a heap on the ground.

"Jesus, why didn't you tell me you ran into someone with one of those electric tonics?" The man grabbed Feliciano's forearm and hoisted him to his feet. "Come on, kid. You can rest in my office until the effects wear off."

"T-t-th-thanks," he managed to stutter out.

"It's no trouble, kid. I know what it feels like to run into someone with one of those tonics."

Feliciano was lead into a small office filled to the brim with gardening tools and paperwork. He sat on the offered chair and took even breaths in and out.

"You gotta be careful, kid. More and more people have been using tonics and plasmids."

"W-what are th-those?" Feliciano said, looking up confused.

The man gasped. "You don't know what plasmids are? I thought everyone knew what they were."

"I just g-got here."

"Well, that makes more sense. Tonics and Plasmids are these serum things that you can take and it changes your DNA so that you can do things that normally wouldn't be possible. 'Kinda like super powers. Tonics just work once you introduce it to your system, but plasmids, the person has to consciously want to use it. That's why when you ran into that guy you got shocked."

"Is that legal?"

The man laughed. "Hell, kid, if it was legal, it wouldn't be down here in Rapture, now would it."

Feliciano's tremors have almost receded and he was just waiting for the feeling to seep back into his limbs.

However, if I could give you a piece of advice…" The Italian nodded. "…head back up to the surface. Things down here in Rapture are starting to get bad and I wouldn't want an innocent kid like you to get hurt."

"I'm looking for someone. Two people actually."

"Then I wish you the best of luck, kid. Listen, since you plan on staying down here, keep your head out of the clouds and stay alert. There's an uprising brewin' and you'll want to be prepared. Find a weapon and get armed, just in case. Fists and brute strength will get you nowhere fast once something happens."

Feliciano stood up, getting ready to leave and find his friends. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because almost everyone that I see is spliced up with those plasmids and it's nice to see someone that isn't."

"You're not, either," Feliciano pointed out.

"I'm too damn scared to stick a needle in my skin, maybe if someone paid me enough, but not until then." Feliciano nodded even though he didn't quite understand what needles had to do with these plasmid things. "Listen kid, find your friends and get out of here before Ryan stops running trips to the surface. It's bound to happen any day now."

"Thank you very much," Feliciano said to the man who was rummaging in a pile of tools.

"Here." A wrench was thrust into Italy's hands. "Sorry I couldn't give you a gun or anything, but I need to protect myself as well." Italy hid the wrench in his backpack. "Now, it's time for you to go." The man pushed the ItalianFel out of the office. "Head straight down this path and you'll find a bathysphere. Take that to Apollo Square and there's a tram that leads to Mercury Suites. You're friends are important, right?" Feliciano nodded. "Then they'll most likely be around there. Good luck." The man shut the garden supplies shed door in his face.

Alfred scowled. Rapture was a lot more corrupt than he thought. Underneath the happy atmosphere of the upper class areas, the lower class plotted a revolution with Atlas as their leader. He was taking Rapture down from the inside out and Alfred really did not want to remain down in the city, but he made a promise to Ryan that he would stay for New Year's and a hero never goes back on his word.

He sighed and waited for the next tram to arrive to take him back to Mercury Suites.

Alfred stared out at the crowd of people surrounding the headquarters of Atlas and the metro station. These people had a different attitude than the upper class. Everyone here looked as if they were ready for a fight to break out. He had already seen at least ten guns peaking out from under jackets and pockets. A man to the left of the station was selling this thing called EVE for a high price, but people still bought the glowing product.

It was then when the overpriced EVE seller tried to sell a product to a brown haired man in a blue military uniform with a tan backpack that he started to pay attention. The man was pushing the product on the scared man in blue and when he shook his head in refusal, Alfred saw a curl that was impossible to miss.

Alfred stood up and speed-walked over to the duo. "Feliciano!" he yelled. The seller and the Italian turned to face Alfred. "What have I told you about running off?" Alfred grabbed Feliciano's arm and pulled him away and towards the tram that just showed up. "Time and time again, I tell you to stay in the apartment, but you always wonder off. What am I going to do with you?"

"Ve?" the shorter one asked.

The American pushed the confused Italian into a seat on the tram and sat down next to him.

"Sorry about that. Are you okay?" Alfred asked the slightly shorter country.

"Yes, thank you. What are you doing down here?"

Alfred turned and looked at the other country. He looked a little worse for wear. Dirt covered a majority of his uniform and his hair stood slightly on end like he was electrocuted.

"Andrew Ryan invited me. What are you doing down here?"

Feliciano looked down at his hands positioned in his lap. "Looking for Ludwig and Kiku. They were invited, too, but they left me alone and I got scared and wanted to make sure they were okay, so I got big brother France to help me get down here, and then I got lost, and I ran into someone that sent an electro bolt through my body, and this old man helped me and told me what plasmids and tonics were, and then he gave me a wrench, and—"

"Wait, wait, wait," Alfred said, stopping the Italian in his tracks. "You followed Ludwig and Kiku down here just because you were lonely and scared for their welfare?"

Feliciano nodded.

"I'm going to get you a ticket back up to the surface as soon as we get off this tram. You shouldn't be down here."

"NO!" he shouted, catching the attention of most of the people in the car. "No. Please don't, Alfred. Please. I need to find them. Something is wrong with this place, I can feel it, and I don't want my friends to stay down here alone and get hurt."

Alfred sighed and ran a hand down his face, trying to figure out what to do. "I think they would appreciate it more if I sent you home."

Feliciano sat up straighter in his chair, looking more determined than Alfred has ever seen him before. "No. I refuse to go. I may not be as strong or tough as my Grandpa Rome or Romano, but I want to protect my friends."

Alfred knew the look on the Italian's face. He himself has done the same face to insist that he would do something. Alfred knew when he was defeated. "Fine, but don't go running off. I won't be able to find you in this city if you do."

Feliciano Listennodded.

A few minutes later, the tram car pulled into the station at Mercury Suites.

Alfred pulled Feliciano to the front desk where the woman looked at them with a disgusted and holier-than-thou look on her face.

"Yes," she asked sarcastically. "How can I help you?"

"Uh, yes," Alfred said, trying to get his words straight. "Can you tell us if there is a Ludwig Beilschmidt and a Kiku Honda staying here?"

"I'm sorry, but you don't have the authorization to know about the people that stay here."

"I just need to know if they're here; I don't need their room numbers."

"I can't release that information. Please leave or I will have to call security."

Shit, thought Alfred. He had forgotten to change out of the dirty clothes he wore down into the poorer regions of Rapture and that caused him to look like he didn't belong in this area.

Alfred planted his hands on the desk in front of him and leaned towards the woman. "Listen, lady, I'm staying in Room 34. My name is Alfred Jones. Can you please just tell me?"

"Alfred," Feliciano said, scared. There were at least ten armed guards slowing closing in on the duo.

"Let me handle this."

"Alfred," Feliciano tugged on Alfred's sleeve.

"Not now, Italy," Alfred snapped, still looking at the woman.

"No, Alfred, I think you should turn around."

"What?" Alfred spun around and came face-to-face with one of the guards. It wasn't just that there was a guard there in general; it was more because the guard looked he lifted heavy weights everyday for years. "Fuck."

"Fuck is right," the guard said, a smile breaking out on his face. "We'll take it from here, Gloria."

Gloria smiled smugly to the two countries now held in police custody. "Thanks, boys."

Alfred thought that they would just lock the two of them up in a cell, but he wasn't expecting to be hit forcefully in the back of the neck and black out. The last thing he saw was a hand chopping down on Feliciano's neck in the same fashion.

So, I thought that this would be a good place to end it for today. Sorry it took so long for an update, school got hectic. Next chapter will be up as soon as I write it.

I'm taking suggestions on what you would like to happen to the main characters.

Until next chapter (would you kindly review?)
Rebecca aka Lord Rebecca-Sama