You know that feeling when you love a story and want it to be updated really soon and then you remember that you're the one that's writing it? Yeah, me too…I wish this story literally wrote itself XD
EDIT: Human names used only. (Nov. 7, 2010)
Human names will be used. I don't own Hetalia or Bioshock…even though I do have a Little Sister cosplay now. ( nytengale-tyme. deviantart. com/art/Give-me-back-Mr-Bubbles-184272028 )get rid of the spaces.
"Our business here is to be Utopian, to make vivid and credible, if we can, first this facet and then that, of an imaginary whole and happy world."
-H.G. Wells
Another Utopia Falls
Chapter Three
Ludwig and Kiku walked down into the lobby of Mercury Suites to see most of the tenets watching two people, covered in dirty clothing, getting carted away by ten people that looked like they were full-time body builders.
The two were struggling to get loose, but the guards knocked them out and carried them away.
Kiku locked eyes with Ludwig, conveying that he knew something was up. Why would they need ten buffed men to drag two scrawny people away?
Everyone went back to minding their own business, making it seem that that was a regular occurrence.
Kiku followed Ludwig up to the front desk where the smug welcoming woman was sitting.
"Excuse me," Ludwig said.
The woman's smiled changed into a pleasant one as she looked at the Mercury Suites patrons.
"Hello, how can I help you today?" she asked pleasantly.
"We were wondering what there is to do around the city."
"What are your names?"
"I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt and this is Kiku Honda."
She rummaged around on her desk and pulled out a small envelope from under some other papers.
"Well, Mr. Ryan left you both tickets to the theater tonight. So, just follow the directions within the envelope and you'll get to the theater hall just fine." She handed Ludwig the envelope with the tickets and directions.
"Thank you," he said, shocked. It was obvious that he was not expecting plans already to be made.
The woman nodded. "Have a nice day."
The duo walked away. They decided to go have some dinner in Kashmir Restaurant.
It took them thirty minutes to finally find it; however, since they had to keep asking people how to get there and not everyone was overly friendly and helpful.
"Doistu-san, do you find it strange that Ryan-san left us theater tickets and we haven't even met him yet?" Kiku asked once they were seated at a table and ordered.
Ludwig was sweeping his eyes throughout the restaurant looking for anyone suspicious.
"He also knew that we were traveling together. We never told him that."
"Well," Kiku said. "I don't think the man that met us at the bathysphere knew we were going to be together either. He was probably just supposed to show two people around and we just happened to work together. The tickets were together because the man that showed us around most likely informed Ryan-san."
"It just seems like everyone here has a hidden agenda," Ludwig said, eyeing the rich elite that was staring at the busboy with distaste.
"It wouldn't surprise me. I saw vending machines that sold ammunition for guns on the way here. There was also a machine that could upgrade the guns."
"There's also all the posters for those things called Plasmids."
Kiku nodded in agreement. "Do you have any idea what those could be?"
Ludwig was going to answer but he was cut off by the sound of crashing silverware.
Kiku turned around in his seat to watch what was going on. It seemed that the busboy Ludwig was watching earlier had bumped into the wife of the man at a table. The man had gotten angry and pushed the busboy over, causing all the plates and silverware to fall onto the floor.
"Watch where you're going!" the man shouted.
The busboy scowled and stood up. He pushed up both of his sleeves as he stood, showing off huge, pulsating boils along his arms that seemed to give off a red glow.
The busboy flexed his hands and the boils glowed brighter. Kiku and Ludwig jumped when flames burst into existence over the busboy's hands.
The man stared down the busboy and bright blue veins appeared on his arms. The next second it seemed that electricity was coming out of his hands.
"Oi!" the man shouted from the bar. He ran around it and towards the two people who were about to fry and electrocute each other. The bartender thrust his hands at the two men and they went flying back into the windows behind them. "Can't you bloody idiots read?" the bartender shouted, pointing towards the bar. He had a very distinct British accent. "You are not allowed to use Plasmids within the restaurant. Salvatore, you're fired, collect your stuff and get out before I have to call in the coppers. I hear they're all starting to look like Brute Splicers."
Salvatore got up and left the restaurant as fast as he could.
The bartender turned towards the guest that he had blasted back. "Sir, if you do not abide by the rules of this establishment in the near future, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
The man nodded and the blue veins on his arms disappeared. "Sorry about that."
The bartender didn't respond and turned back to go do his job.
"That was not normal," Kiku stated, "My technology isn't even that advanced."
Ludwig nodded, stunned at the display that he just witnessed. "Same with mine. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this."
"It seems that these Plasmids are a type of genetic altering device, but I can't tell how much it alters the DNA just by that display."
"It may make you dependent on the Plasmid. The busboy had those boils along his arms, but the bartender and the other man were fine."
They stopped their conversation as the waitress came to their table and dropped off their food. "Sorry for the wait," she said.
"Could it just be related to the type of Plasmid that they are using?" Kiku asked when she was gone.
"Maybe, but anything that you inject into your body can become addicting if used enough," Ludwig reasoned.
"So, the busboy is addicted to these Plasmids, but not the other two? I can see the other two turning out the same as the busboy if we give it enough time."
Ludwig nodded in agreement. "I can see that happening, as well."
The topic was dropped as people were seated in the table next to them. They finished their dinner and made their way to the theater.
Their tickets were for a musical called 'Patrick and Moira' located at the Fleet Hall Theater. It was directed by a man named Sander Cohen, who Kiku remembered the tour guide talk about last night. It did seem that Cohen was crazy, not in an extreme way (at least, not yet), but he did love art and wanted everything to be perfect.
After the strange musical about two lovers that were ghosts, the duo headed back to Mercury Suites.
They entered the lobby and saw twenty or so people yelling at the receptionist. It seemed that chaos in the lobby of the hotel was a popular thing that day.
"I've already told you!" she shouted over the noise. "Ryan has forbid any communication with the surface. We can't allow anyone to buy tickets to go up."
"We'll die if we stay down here!" a woman shouted.
"Yeah," someone agreed. "I was almost killed by one of those thugs down in the Farmer's market after I bought some EVE from one of the vending machines."
The rest of the complaints melded together as everyone shouted out at once.
"Please go back to your rooms."
That only angered the residents.
The woman narrowed her eyes and thrust her arms out, causing everyone in the imitate vicinity to be blown back just like the two men at the restaurant.
"Listen, I know about the Civil War that Atlas is brewing. We all know about it, but ganging up on me isn't going to make Ryan change his mind about not allowing trips up to the surface. Take it up with him if you want to try and get out. Now, please, get back to your rooms before I have to call in the police." She straightened out her dress and sat back down at her desk, starting to write something on some paper.
People started to drift away and the two countries made their way back to Ludwig's room.
They sat around the coffee table and Ludwig poured two glasses of Lacas Scotch.
"So, that whole speech downstairs proves that a civil war is brewing under the surface," Ludwig said as he sat down, passing the drink to the Asian country.
"Yes, and it seems like everyone has the Plasmids. If we can't communicate with the surface anymore, how do you think we are going to be able to get back for the next World Conference?"
Ludwig sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not sure. We'll have to talk to Ryan soon and see if we can get him to allow us up. The rest of the countries will wonder what we're up to if two of the three former Axis countries don't show up."
"We at least need to be able to call them." Kiku sighed and relaxed into the German's couch.
"I'm glad Feli wasn't invited. It's too dangerous down here and we can't be looking after him and trying to avoid all this at the same time."
"Yes, I agree," Kiku said. "Feliciano-san is very kind and sweet, but he does not have the temperament that could handle Rapture."
Ludwig 'hmm'ed in agreement. "That reminds me," he said, taking a sip of scotch. "We need to get Feli a souvenir."
Kiku quirked his eyebrow. "Do you think that that's something we should be focusing on?"
"No, but we'll just take a coaster or napkin or something. Just as long as we bring something back for him."
Kiku sighed and placed his untouched liquor onto the coffee table in-between them, where it was promptly picked up by Ludwig, who drank almost the entire glass.
"How did we get mixed up in this mess?" Ludwig asked, looking into the almost empty glass.
Kiku sighed. "I'm not sure, Doistu-san, maybe it just our good luck."
Ludwig laughed humorlessly and smirked at the Asian's attempt at humor. "Must be," he said and drank the rest of the scotch.
So, I finished this when I should have been working on this video for this class. Haha, but be glad that I'm working so fast. Also, chapters will remain short like this. That allows for faster updates….as you can see. My goal is to finish this story by new years 2011, so I hope to reach that goal.
Next chap I promise to have America and Italy.
Until then,
Rebecca aka Lord Rebecca-Sama