PRISON BREAK
by: ambivalencia
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PRISON BREAK
Chapter 01.
{ The Frenchman }
An AU! Hetalia fanfiction, featuring mainly USxUK and few other pairings. May include abusive language, but safely rated T.
AXIS POWER HETALIA © HIMARUYA HIDEKAZ
PRISON BREAK FANFICTION © AMBIVALENCIA
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"Jones! What the hell are you doing?! You risked yourself to be bloody killed!"
"But he was dying, and I just simply couldn't stand there, doing nothing for him!"
"I have warned you before, haven't I?"
"I know. But this time, I'm going to be the hero, and I am going to save you and them."
"… You are no hero, Jones. There is no real hero in this world anymore. But you know what? Keep that pure heart of yours and don't be like me. Don't even try to save me."
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Arthur shows me the great hall he secretly fears about. It contained a lot of people, true. They, with no exception, us, were surrounded by blimey light and high fences. They were all noisy, and so many expressions I had seen were utterly clueless, and full of agony. I couldn't even imagine how funny my face would have been if not Arthur's silent demeanor ruled over my puny appearance!
"Stay with me, closer. Don't be too standout," he says with stutters, as he acts strong. He looks closely to the front fence.
"What's up Artie?"
Arthur doesn't say a thing. Instead, he gives me a look that everything will be okay if I just follow his instruction. I do have a feeling that I have already trusted him for like, 20 minutes ago, back in our cell.
"For this once, Alfred, trust me."
"I know. I trust you."
For once, I see him smile—with content and with quick wit he changes it to another expressionless face. He really doesn't like other people to know how beautiful he is when he is smiling, eh? Wait, what am I saying? Before I said one more sentence to try and teasing him, his eyes are concentrated to the source of the light and the noises I heard before. His teeth are clenched and he whispered to me, "Sst, they are coming!"
As I don't know what Arthur implies, I just stand there, beside him and never waver from his brilliant eyes. I do as he has told me to do, with some curiosity behind of it. Who are they?
"Good morning, monsieur! We will have a very nice day ahead of us, no? We hope that you enjoy these days in this place as much as we do!"
There is no clap or some compliments for his hard sarcasm toward us down here.
"Bloody french freak..." Arthur softly groaned.
"Wait, what?" I said, asking him again because I am very clueless.
The man with long curly blond hair was smiling as he shrugged his shoulder. Knowing that no one was willing to answer his overly excited speech; but he insisted on continuing, telling everyone that he was very delighted to be able to stand there and see all of us. Everyone started to whisper to each other before he spread rose petals from his hands; and I got one stuck on my dirty blond hair.
Arthur picked the petal from my hair with haste. He threw away the petal and he looked at me seriously with his emerald eyes.
"What is wrong, Artie—"
"Close your mouth and your nose! Cover them with your hands!"
"But—"
"Do it!"
He didn't say anymore word; and I shut up. I closed my nostril and mouth with my hand as tight as I could, and seeing me confused; Arthur pointed out his finger to the prisoners that we have seen around us as he took my other hand and walked back a few feet from our previous place.
I paid attention to the scenery—and it is not a good one. It is so terrible that it made me wanted to puke. I'm surprised that Artie could maintain his cool demeanour while seeing this ... hell.
I wanted to scream and shout, asking the world why this thing has to happen to me. I can't fucking bear to see them—
"H-Help!"
"I-I can't breathe—"
"P-Please help me! I don't want to die!"
—dying.
Every single prisoner who got the petals suddenly fell down in despair and choking up blood. One of them desperately tried to reach my hand, but Arthur pulled me away, and he didn't manage to reach me before she fell.
Suddenly, a very large gust of wind appeared inside of the room. I think they turn on the large ventilation system above and both Arthur and I realize that it is time for us to take our rights for a free air. We are gasping as we are tasting how sweet oxygen is; before my sense of anger tries to question Arthur's action toward the dying woman in front of us. He pulled her away from us; as he also strangled that woman away while he was moving her body ..
Arthur tried to kill her?!
"What were you doing, Artie?!" I said while trying to keep my voice down; as Arthur has instructed me to keep me from breathing this air.
"Can't you see what I was doing?!" he said frantically.
Seeing my serious expression tainted on my face, he gave in and sighed, "Can't you fathom the idea that the petals are spreading poisonous gas that you couldn't see?"
"That, I know, Artie. It's obvious! It's like those movies out there and I fucking realize it!"
"Then, it is. But I would be more bloody hell cautious if I were to be you," he pointed out the prisoner that tried to reach me, "I spotted the bulges resided on their skin, it must be haemorrhages. I supposed it doesn't have any contagious effect, however.."
I see the scenery that had bestowed upon me, and what Arthur apparently has said to me was true. Their skin was full of red bulges; and it was definitely not pretty. Arthur realized that I had come to realize what was going on here.
But why did Arthur try to strangle her when he and I could just look away?
"That woman ... she was going to suffer hell if she was still alive ... Those severe damages wouldn't make her last, it would prolong her sufferings ..." Arthur whispered, as seemed he didn't want me to hear what he was saying. He clenched his fist.
Arthur was a kind man. And why didn't I realize it sooner?
But in any case ... We still need to be worried about other things. The more I saw those dead bodies, the more I realized that the Frenchman out there—and the other personnel behind of him would not be as forgiving as I might have thought.
I have never really thought that a prison was this threatening.
There are riots on the ground we are stepping on. The other prisoners are in hectic, save for the men and women that were screaming around us.
"What the fuck is going on?!"
There is a man who shudders upon the dead woman in front of him.
"H-Hey, don't die on me!"
There is another one who sees his lover dead.
"Leave them alone with their own business to mind," Arthur said when he realized that I try to walk to them. He grabbed my wrist before I realized that he is right.
"But—"
"There is nothing you can do," Arthur said. Somehow, his voice sounded lonely, and he is starring on the metallic ground.
Then it struck me.
There is nothing I can do.
But is that really the truth? Couldn't I help them in any sort of way I could do?
Before I could answer Arthur's remark; the Frenchman from above level laughed and gave a lonely applause. The man with blond hair and beard is laughing, and he said something that made me almost snapped.
"Pitiful huh? Well in any case, I came here to inform you that you need to clean up all of these mess right now. Any further activities will be informed soon!~" the frenchman said with his irritably annoying accent, before he turned his back away and I heard a lot of people are mad about his action. There are some who cried, some who are throwing rubbles from the dirty alabaster floor to the ones up on higher level, there are some who continued to shed a tear, some are deep in thoughts, and they begin to do as that frenchman told them to do.
But before I could react, the Frenchman stopped in his tracks, and he turned around and screamed with enthusiastic tone, which both Arthur and I despise to certain extent, "Ladies and Gentlemen! For those of you who had come and join this blissful wagon. I dare you to fell welcomed inside of this World's Prison. Where your greatest desire shall reside deep within your survival instinct and therefore. May those gods up there helped your puny soul. AND NOW DO YOUR WORK, mesdemoiselles et messieurs!"
And there he walked away.
Arthur cursed, "Damn bloody Francis with all of the things that actually like him.." But after something beep on our bracelet, Arthur gasped and he screamed to me, "Bloody hell! This fast?! Hurry Alfred! We need to carry these corpses as fast as possible to that incinerator!"
The briton in front of me had already grabbed one of the woman's legs, and he instructed me to help me carry her as fast as possible.
"Fuck! What the hell is going on with this prison?!"
This prison is getting more and more confusing.
And there is one hellish thing I know: I am on my way to learning the truth.
I supposed from moving these mournful dead bodies would be my first step ...
And hopefully it wouldn't get worse.
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