Chapter 2 - Don't Eat the Yellow Snow
HelloKitty~Kitty was a fictwriter who loves the 2P characters. His last fanfiction, that she had not yet completed, was about a romantic story where 2P Italy had murdered the family of a young girl and kept her as his slave/prisoner/lover. She had just arrived at his apartment. Everything was silent, but she didn't notice, went right to his room to check their social networks to search a new community about 2P Hetalia. She was on her computer when she heard the door open slowly. Looked back and his eyes widened.
-Ve ~ Ciao ciao! -2P Italy smiled gleefully while waving your hand.
-My goodness! 2P Italy! This must to be a dream!
-Or maybe it's a nightmare! - He answered still smiling innocently.
-But how did you get in here? Came for a magical portal?
- No, no bela! I walked in the front door!
-The front door? But my mom didn't mind letting you in? - She asked smiling.
-Yes, she cared a lot. But now she doesn't care anymore. -Their red eyes won a weird glow, like a predator.
- What do you mean? - This time the smile disappeared. What followed was a shriek that could be heard throughout the building.
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It was so fast that you couldn't do anything but watch the grotesque scene in front of you. Afterward, 2P Italy disappeared, leaving only you and the Angel Cuba back. Obviously both were not visible to ordinary human beings.
Your eyes were wide in shock. Angel Cuba by your side also had a face who didn't know if it was a bad mood or embarrassment by itself. It was he who broke the silence.
- Well ... that's it. Let's go.
- But ...
- No hay nada más, hermanita. We're leaving soon.
- But, wait a minute. - You began to reflect. -He hasn't done anything with her mother, just entered while she was taking a nap.
- That's what I said. The idea is not to cause a massacre, only punish.
- Right. I think I understand a little.
- Well, let's move on. - He took a puff on the cigar. - We still have a list...
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Princess Sakura Kawaii was a fictwriter. Living in a beautiful mansion with his family. She had written a short-cut where 2P England murdered 1P America and cooked his body along with numerous meals. Had just arrived from tennis practice and headed for the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator to get a soda. Looked around and noticed a tray of colored cupcakes on the counter. Without thinking twice, grabbed one and took a bite.
- Um! Chocolate! What a delight.
- You really like, poppet?
The delicate voice made her jump for a moment. When she looked for the owner of the voice, his eyes widened.
- 2P England! I can't believe!
-Yes, my dear. It's really me. Do you really like my cupcakes? - He said giving her a look sweet and passionate.
-Of course! It's wonderful! - Gave a huge smile, feeling as if that was the best day of her life.
-Oh dear! How about try this pie I just bake? -2P England had in his hands a tray with a warm pie newly baked.
-I'd love to! - She smiled, sitting at the table. 2P England served her a big piece of pie on a plate, to which she attacked immediately.
2P England also sat in front of her, watching her with his face resting on hand.
-It's delicious! -She said while chewed pieces of the pie. - What is the filling?
-Meat.
-Very good. I ...-tried to break a piece, but the fork found something hard that didn't want to cut. She pulled out a piece of strange, hard stuffing. Picked up by hand and examined from one side to the other until you notice that this piece had a nail ...
Dropped the piece immediately. His eyes bulged in panic. She made a face of disgust and fright started to stutter.
-What? What?
-What's the matter, poppet? -2P England just watched with his sweet look about her, while resting his head on both of the hands.
-This ... This ... This ...-But before she could finish the sentence, his voice disappeared. She began to feel the throat closes, a sudden shortness of breath and a cold in the body. Looked at 2P England into despair, then his gaze turned to the cupcake. And again for 2P England.
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-Oh! I can't do this! You covered your face with your hands and not realized that 2 p England already had disappeared. - I can't! Simply can't! This is horrible.
-Be strong, hermanita. That is no worse than killing firstborn in Egypt.
- But I'm telling you that i can't. I'm not good at divine punisher angel.
- Calm down, come on. Let's go away.
- What was this pie anyway? I don't remember seeing the 2P England cooking it.
- ...
- Seriously, tell me what was in the pie?
- I... I will taking another cigar.
- But ...-and before you could say anything, he had already evaporated and you too.
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- Hey, hermanita! Are you feeling all right? -Asked Angel Cuba. He and you were sitting on top of a cloud, about the house of another fictwriter.
- I'm fine. I'm just not used to it.
- And neither is getting used to. But don't worry, it's all part of a plan.
- A plan? What kind of plan?
- It's a plan. Eso és todo.
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Twilight Girl was a fictwriter. She had written a fanfiction of two short chapters where the 2P nations murder 1P Nations and dominated the world.
She jumped in her bed full of pink teddy bears. Then she looked out the window and took a fright. There was a man sitting at his desk near the window. She noticed that he was smoking, hair was dishevelled and her face look dirty, as if bathed in months.
But that wasn't the only thing that she noticed.
-2P France! What are you doing in my room? The other 2Ps are here too?
He did not answer, but she ignored it.
-So, do you like being a pervert? Is it cool?
He kept silent, but that didn't seem to be noticed.
-Hey, I'm talking to you! Can you answer me?
He continued to ignore her, but got up. Walked slowly up to her, stopping a few inches, he standing, her sitting on the bed looking at him with curiosity. He took one last drag and put out his cigarette on the head of a white Teddy bear with a pink ribbon around her neck.
-Hey!
She protested. 2P France put his hand over his head. She smiled.
He pulled his head hard and fit your face under his armpit, pushing it with force.
-Um! Humhumhumh...! Humm ... stinkmuhummm! Hummumgroosehumm! Stinks too much! Hmmm ... stopmmumhnum! Hummim goinhummm, pukehmmmm...?
He yanked her head off from his armpit. She was still with a grimace of disgust well visible, choking a little because of the terrible stench.
2P France sat on the bed. Untied the laces of your boot, taking out of the foot. He smell it and departed immediately of the face. The writer was still recovering from the first ' attack ' when he stuck the boot in her face. She started screaming again, with your mouth and nose covered by boot. Closed her eyes tightly, trying to extricate the object, however 2P France was more stronger.
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You look at the scene with a face of disgust. Angel Cubaby your side just watched with frowning.
- Eek! It was so disgusting!
- You're right.
- You can smell it from here. Let's go soon, this place stinks.
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Alloys Phantomhyve123 ran the streets desperate. She wasn't used to run so much, and was already losing steam, with aching feet. Walking quietly behind her was 2P China. Even though that seemed just walking, he could keep always close, even if the other was running.
He had an opium pipe in the corner of the mouth and let out smoke from the other corner. Red eyes were cold.
The fictwriter had found along the way, while returning home at night. Found wonderful, until the moment in which he threw a knife in her. Grazed in the shoulder. He gave a sarcastic laugh and grabbed another knife. And now she was running.
Your fanfiction had done quite successfully, where she tells the story of a female character who is chased by all 2P who were in love with her and wanted to make her his sex slave, but ends up committing suicide at the end.
2P China throws another knife in her, which makes a cut on the side of the leg. She falls and sits down on the floor, crying because of the pain. She sat facing him while crawling slowly back down the street.
- Fuck you! Fuck you! - Screamed without stopping.
2P China bent down next to her, looking into her eyes. She was silent all of a sudden. China held out his hand and touched her face gently, without losing visual contact. Then held a lock of his hair and pulled hard, ripping it in act. She screamed and got up and continued to walk backwards and always screaming "Fuck you! Fuck you! ".
Then she heard a sound of horn and got a good look around you, seeing a truck approaching at high speed.
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- Well ...-Angel Cuba gave a puff on cigars.
- For how long do we have to do this?
- He sent a list, we have to go all the way.
- Anyway... - you sighed and slid his fingers over her hair nervously - After all, what these people wrote?
- Do you really want to take a look?
- Yes, I want to.
- Okay. Let's stop in the administrative sector, which I print everything and you can go read while you spend your time.
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