DISCLAMER: None of these chars belong to me even though i wish they did XP
hira is all mine though NO TAKIE
His saphire orbs widened in shock as the image in the deep pool before him transformed. The messy, brown, bushy mane was now replaced with long, flowing, black tresses naturally tipped in a majestic amethyst. His eyebrows, once plain, were now long and flowing, the tips red with real blood, and hwen hira wondered to himself where the blood came from a voice deep inside him said that it came from demons. He couldn't think about that for too long, however, beause his eyes were soon drawn to a long and flowing strand of hair protruding from the side of his head, curling at the end like the tail of a scorpien. Then his orbs wandered lower, to the long, flowing moustache that had taken root under his hansome nose. Suddenly, a small avian head emerged and tiny, ebony eyes blinked up at him. The raven unflured its demon-blood tipped wings then fureld them again, still gazing lovingly up at Hira. Hira saw in its eyes its unedning loyalty for him and felt immediate iffection for this beautiful creatuere.
"My frend," Hira said. "Do you have a name?" the raven shakes its head, silently. Hira thinsk and runs a pale, thin finger along the head of his mystereous new companion, and the raven leans into the touch, cooing.
"I will name you..." Hira furrows his bloodstained eyebrows in concentration. "... Corbin." Corbin tilts his head and blinks , orbs twinkling in curiousity at his master. "It's french," Hira explaned. "It means 'raven.'" Corbin squawked, and Hira could swear that he saw the little bird smile approvingly.
With a ticklish flutter of his ebony wings, crobin detached from Hira and stood a few foot away, gazing expectently up at its mastser. "Shall I follow you, my avain companion?" enquired Hira. The bird nodded intellgiently and hopped north, into the rising sun, and Hira followed.
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Darkness had fallen upon the land, casting silence in its wake. The air was cool and a gentle breeze came off of the ocean, slightly stirring the leave sof the trees surrounding the sand, the cliffs they were under wrapping around the ocean, holding it all in like a bowl. all was quiet, save for the sounds of the waves rising and falling against the shore, the crackling of a fire, and the soft snores of a young, ginger-haired man napping on the sand with a smile on his face.
The grumpy blonde was content to watch the fluttering flames move in the pleasant zephyr. Then, his tranquil musings were cut off by a harsh pan. Colliding with his ankle came a leg, the leg of the ginger connecting painfully. Germny swears to himself, but could not bring himself to awaken the slumbering being, who was muttering to himself in sleep. "He would apear to be dreaming," pondered the blunde.
An equally somber ebony-haired man simply glanced at the ginger, and then back at the dancing flames, watching them flicker and sway with immeasurable grace. Germany returned his gaze to the fire as well, but he still couldn't help but wonder, almost childshly, what Italy was dreaming about.
Italy was in a quaint house in the middle of a breathtaking medow. The sun had only just returned from the other side of the earth, gracing him with the treet of seeing its beautiful golden rays streaming through the blinds of a small bedroom and into a white, wooden crib.
A single, crystalline discharge left its trail on the youthful italian's cheek and desended into the crib, barely missing the inocent cherub which hibernated within. He tucked it in for what he knew would be the final time and directed one last loving gaze into its doll-like face before turning to leave the tiny angel to its rest.
The Italian quietly stroled into the kitchen and began rooting through the pantry, not even looking up when he heard familiar footfalls sleepily shuffle their way into the room behind him.
"G'morning, love," said a voice. "Have you checked on the babby?"
Italy cheerfully hummed a confirmation. "He's still asleep." he finally turned around, ingredients in his arms. "but it's strange..."
"What?"
Italy looked the blond man up and down thoughtfully. "Well... do you ever wonder about how he looks?"
A ear-piercing, shrieking snicker penetrated Italy's subconsius. He blinked his large chocolate eyes sleepily as his two companions drew their wepons. The brunet burst into activity, a pure white flag burst from him and he waved it gracefully above him, futiley attempting to halt the terrible violins that he knew would surely come.
"I choose you, China!" screeched the bloend as he threw his jacket-clad arm to the side, summoning forth an angry chinese man who burst from the darkness, merely appearing to be a shadow in the moonlight. He fearlessly leapt from the cliff, amber orbs fixed on periwinkle. Germany didn't dare blink as he landed in front of him with perfect catlike grace, swinging a gargantuan frying pan as he swooped down. Germnay dodged it by the skin of his teeth and in the same movement quickly ducked to avoid the swift jab of a ladle. China wound back and effortlessly swung the pan again, germany sweating as he only just managed to doge it, but just as he was recovering he felt a harsh collision on the top of his head, the sound of the pan ringing through his skull like a death tole.
CHina, elegant as the ninjas he was famous for swung the ladel effortlessly so hard that Japan was sent flying backwards. He then set his fierce glare into beautiful, frightened orbs of the italien angel whose flag lay limp like a lifeless dove. Shining lamentations were banished from Italy's orbs as the dove fluttered its wings desperately between him and the threatening samurai warrior. "Don't hit me!" the italian's musical voice lamented. "I'll do antyhing!"
His voice was high and desperate, fear etched across his soft features as his delicate eyes began to well up with mist. "I'll do anything!" Beautiful crystels rolled down his rosy red cheeks in teror. "I will!"
America had already bounded from the edge of the rocky escarpment with a cruel smirk on his face, landing easily without taking his eyes off his pray. three more figures landed next to him, towering over iTaly as he waved his sheet of peace, the glimmer of hope in his haert fading fast. The four man walked towards him unforgivingly while china stood behind him, wepons in hand. There was no eskape.
"Al right, we've captured them!" the sadistic american explained, advancing still further towards the three. Italy looked to the right and into the sorrowful, british orbs of the heartless man's ally. The orbs spoke to the italian of the man's endless apologies, though he himself could never speak them allowed because of the fear that consumed his heart. "Help me" italy's orbs replied, though he knew it was selfish of him to ask that of england. But it was hopeless. The nations continued to march towards the helpess italy and he feared that this was...the end.
DONT WORRY italy and his friends will be okay!! JUST WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPPY
OOOOOH i wonder what italys dream was about? actually i dont lol because im the writer and i know whats going to happen BUT YOU CAN ^__^
Every1 give appause to my beautiful talented beta raeder INUGIRL19 w/o her id never achieve this sort of quality!! i wish hse'd read thru my author's notes 2 lol __