Disclaimer: Do not own Hetalia or HetaOni, but I do own the story, so please ask before redistributing. :3
See, this is where EVERYTHING from here on out gets super hard. You know why? People who've watched HetaOni, WHAT exactly has made you facepalm so many times you yell at the characters to use common sense?
Well, here's the thing: if I use common sense in this story, they'd all already be gone. But I don't use common sense, I'm making the girls as stupid as the boys. ;-;
Quiet Harmony-chan: O-oh my, thank you so much! ^-^
Guest: LOL, I love your little scenes. They're so funny and adorable. ^3^. And to answer your question, I'm going to follow HetaOni's script, so it will stay Vietnam's perspective most of the time. :)
Kimikono: Haha, thank you for reviewing as well. And hope you don't fall off your seat. XD
animefan106: Oh really? Then hopefully I can re-create the emotions felt in HetaOni in here so you'll understand how us HetaOni watchers felt as well~ hehe, since HetaOni AND AoOni was both creepy, I hope to keep that creepiness in here. :3
Silently, they waited. However, soon they heard a 'thump thump'. At first, they thought it was just some rats or mice in the attic. But then they heard that low, eerie breathing and then...
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Vietnam started the door knob, dumbfounded for a second. Then she tightened her grip on the handle and gave it another tug.
The door didn't budge.
"Taiwan!" Vietnam called, frowning at the door. "You unlock the door right now!" If this was their idea of a prank to try and scare the older woman, then it really wasn't working. Vietnam couldn't believe even Ukraine would agree to something as stupid as this. She got no response.
Sighing, Vietnam reached for her paddle and raised her arms. She struck it at the doorknob with all of her might, but the doorknob didn't even give a rattle. Instead, it jerked Vietnam's arms upwards, nearly wrenching her arms out of her sockets.
Vietnam gave a soft grunt, lowering her arms as she rubbed her shoulders.
'Well, that didn't work obviously,' she thought bitterly, moving her paddle to her left hand. 'I guess I should look around then, if they locked me in here to do the exploring for them.'
Vietnam headed down the hall that had the staircase to the right first. What she found surprised her just a little.
If Vietnam remembered correctly from her early visits to Japan's home with Taiwan, then what stood before her were at least twenty tatami mats, maybe even more from behind some of the closed sliding doors.
But the point was it was a rather huge room.
'How strange...maybe even five families could live here...' Vietnam thought. She turned her attention to the door on her right, but it was locked. Sighing, she proceeded to search the closets of the tatami mat rooms for anything that could open the front door without her wrenching her arm.
But it was to no avail, for she found nothing. Vietnam then decided to go down the hall opposite of the hall that had the door to the kitchen with it. As she walked down that hall, she found a door to the right, and then she would have to turn to the right once more to lead to another hallway.
The door she found first was also locked. Although it was a continuous pattern, it was a pattern that Vietnam was getting annoyed by. She started to continue down that hall to turn to the right, where she suspected was more doors, but as soon as she was a step away from turning around the corner a chill ran down her back.
She dismissed it quickly and rounded the corner, but what she saw was the last thing she would have suspected to have seen.
There was a huge yet tall grey creature that reached the ceiling a couple of feet in front of her. Its back was to Vietnam and she held in a gag when she saw it was pantless and flashing its butt to her. It seemed to not notice her as it disappeared into the room in front of it and closed the door behind it.
Vietnam released a breath she had unconsciously held, not realizing it herself. She placed a hand over her racing heart. "What...was that?" she murmured. She turned her golden orbs back to the door it had apparently disappeared through.
She shook her head to clear her mind. "I...I'm just seeing hallucinations. After all...I am getting old..." she reassured herself. Vietnam started to make her way down the hall, cautious as she neared the door she saw the 'hallucination' disappear through.
To her right was another door though. She opened it, and to her disappointment it was just a simple bathroom. She glanced to the door at the end of the hallway, reassuring herself it was only a hallucination.
She headed towards it and gave the knob an ever-so-slight tug, relieved to find it was locked.
Deciding there was nothing left for her on this floor, she decided to proceed to the next floor.
Vietnam stepped out to her left and went down the hall, first inspecting the door to her left once more.
Again, it was locked, but the door across from it wasn't.
'Huh. Finally an unlocked door,' Vietnam thought. She looked around the room, finding it to be normal looking as well.
But she noticed something out of the ordinary on the bed.
Quickly, the Vietnamese nation made her way over to it.
"Th-these are...fans?" Vietnam asked herself, placing her paddle on the bed to pick up the two objects. She dully noted it was rather heavy due to the fact they were metal fans. But when she flipped them over she found something else.
"These...are Taiwan's fans...?" Vietnam gasped. True, the cursive writing spelled out 'Taiwan', and Vietnam did remembered Taiwan showing these to her before. "But...what are these doing here? I don't remember Taiwan bringing them with her..."
Then Vietnam remembered that all the female nations had their own satchels at the meeting.
"Then...she's still here?"
That certainly let Vietnam quicken her pace as she exited the room, placing the metal fans inside her satchel and picking up her paddle with her left hand. She saw that there was another hallway if she had taken a left then another left from the staircase. Nodding firmly to herself, she made her way towards that until she heard a loud sobbing sound.
Pausing mid-step, Vietnam whipped her head around to where she heard it. There it was again, and it was in the room right in the hall across from where she stood, in the part that connected all the hallways on the second floor.
"How could I forget that?" Vietnam facepalmed herself. It was the hallway to her right from the staircase. She made her way quickly to that room, finding a green curtain that was shaking rather violently.
'What is that?' Vietnam wondered, walking closer to it. She decided to approach it at a distance, using the handle of her paddle to gently push aside the curtains...
...And out fell a body.
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"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
"Calm down! Flipping tables is not the right way to react at this moment!"
"Then what do you suppose we do, oh smart one?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"..."
"Yes, I know we had just one earlier, but this is an emergency. EMERGENCY. So, please, I ask that you-"
"JUST GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!"
"...they hung up. Great going, idiot."
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Vietnam carefully went up the stairs, silently reprimanding herself for filling the glass to the very tip. She entered the room she had found the curtain in and went straight to it, pushing aside the curtains to reveal a certain country that was sobbing madly.
"Here, Miss Ukraine. Try to calm down a little, I brought some water," Vietnam said, not mentioning the fact it was unfiltered. Ukraine raised her head, streams of tears still flowing down her cheeks. Vietnam frowned, pushing the glass closer to the Ukrainian's face.
Finally, Ukraine had stopped shaking uncontrollably, though still crying, she cradled the glass in her hands and gulped down some of the...water.
"Th-Thank you, Viet dear..." Ukraine murmured, wincing at the taste. However, she chose not to comment about that as she placed the glass on the floor, hiccuping every now and then.
"It's not a problem," Vietnam nodded. "Now, can you tell me what happened to the others? Are they still here?"
At once Ukraine's bottom lip quivered and more tears started to escape her eyes. "I-I...yes...I couldn't even watch over them...we all separated...I'm such a ditz..." Ukraine started to sob, hiding her face in her hands. "What kind of country am I if I can't even keep an eye on my juniors?!"
Vietnam was startled by Ukraine's outburst. She bit her lip, kneeling next to the nation and slowly placed her arms around her shaking shoulders.
"It's not your fault. But what caused all of you to separate?" Vietnam asked. If she didn't even know the reason they were all by their-selves then she had no way of comforting the sobbing country.
"W-well..." Ukraine tried to cease her sobbing as she tried to answer Vietnam's question. "W-we just ran for our lives...i-it all happened so quickly..."
"Ah, there's your mistake," Vietnam pointed out. "If it all happened so quickly, then you had no way of controlling the situation. Now, tears are not suited for strong women, right?"
Ukraine bit her bottom lip, pondering over the woman's words. Then, her sobs quieted down and her hiccups has lessened. "Well...I guess...you have a point...but..."
"So, this tells me Taiwan and Miss Liechtenstein are still here," Vietnam mused as she stood up. She glanced back at Ukraine, who was still shaking a little. "I'll go look for them then. You stay here and gather yourself, Miss Ukraine."
"But Viet dear!" Ukraine snapped her head up. "You can't go by yourself, what if you get lost as well?"
"I'm fine by myself," Vietnam murmured quietly, turning her back to Ukraine. A look of solace flashed across her face as she headed towards the door. "Please rest Miss Ukraine."
"...fine." Ukraine sighed. "By the way, Viet dear. Here."
Ukraine tossed a key to Vietnam, who caught it without turning around.
"Be safe. I'll only stay here because you asked me to. But if you're not back in fifteen minutes I'm going to leave this room and go find you," Ukraine said sternly.
Maybe if she knew how to smile, the twitches on the edges of Vietnam's lip would have turned upwards.
Vietnam left the room, scanning the key to see if it gave any clues as to what it opened.
'I- Library'
"Luckily I can read English..." Vietnam muttered as she headed down the stairs, assuming the 'I' stood for the first floor. From the bottom of the stairs, she decided to turn right, first finding the door to the right. It was locked, and Vietnam made a quick roundabout to the hallway with the bathroom and locked door.
The key wouldn't fit in that door as well, so she decided to go down the opposite hallway, where at the end was the kitchen and to the left was that other locked door.
As Vietnam made her way down the hall, her attention was caught by the blare of the sun's rays shining through the bars of the window. She squinted.
"The sun's position says it's about noon but..." Vietnam reached into her satchel, taking out her phone and reading the time on there. "It says it is eight o' clock...in the night?"
Vietnam shook her head. Maybe her phone was wacky and it gave her the wrong time(plus there was no signal), but something still bothered her. She was sure the sun was just about setting when they first arrived here. Had she really been inside this mansion for more than an hour?
Still having confused thoughts jumble her mind, she made her way towards the door. She felt relieved when the key slid in without effort. She turned the knob and placed her hand on the metal.
But she quickly retracted it as an electric shock went through her body.
Vietnam hissed, slightly blowing on her fingers. Maybe it was just friction, she told herself as she replaced her hand on the knob carefully.
But now it was stone cold and a chill ran down her back.
Vietnam breathed, rubbing her temples. Maybe she was just getting tired or something. She opened the door to the now identified Library, taking a few steps in. A shiver ran through her body.
"It's so cold..." Vietnam rubbed her arm slightly, her grip tightened on her paddle as she noticed the room was rather dimly lit.
And she heard a thumping sound.
"Miss Liechtenstein? Taiwan?" Vietnam called, hoping that was the sound of any one of their footsteps. But as soon as she said those words, the thumping noises stopped and the creaking ceased.
Vietnam walked ahead, looking around the library and finding no signs of either nation. Vietnam started to walk more deeper inside.
"But still, what an amazing library...for an abandoned mansion, that is," Vietnam commented as she ran her hand across book titles. She made her way around the shelves, frowning as she noticed a desk littered with papers.
"What a huge quantity...even more than my usual paperwork at home..." Vietnam said to herself, walking up to the desk. "But, this is also my first time seeing something not neatly organized in this mansion," Vietnam commented dully. There was a small clock, about the same size as a regular alarm clock, but it was a traditional clock, and strangely enough the hands were spinning crazily.
Vietnam dismissed it as she shifted through papers. Maybe she could get a clue as to who owned the mansion before. One of the papers stuck out to her, and she noticed the majority of the papers of the desk was the one with the same symbol.
It was a Yin and Yang symbol.
Vietnam placed her paddle on the tabletop, replacing it with the papers.
Bạn cần tất của bạn sức mạnh để chiến . Lời cầu nguyện này sẽ tăng quyền lực của bạn, nhưng được cảnh báo rằng nó giống như ánh sáng và bóng tối.
She read the words in her mind. 'Without a doubt, the handwriting is mine...'
She found a pen and a blank piece of paper. She re-wrote what was on the yin-yang paper and she confirmed the hand-writings were exactly the same. This confused her greatly.
Though her country was a mix of different religions, the only thing she could connect the yin-yang symbol to was Taoism, but she hadn't thought much of the practices of that religion.
Actually, she didn't even think much of religion in general. She just let her country decided what they want to believe in.
"And even the translation to English..." Vietnam wondered out loud. "You need all your strength to fight. This prayer will increase your power, but be warned that it's like light and darkness."
What did that mean? Vietnam tried to think about anything that seemed plausible, but she had never set foot inside this mansion before. The desktop was littered with copies of the same exact paper, and the handwriting matched hers exactly.
She stuffed some of the papers into her satchel though, having a feeling it could be useful for something. She didn't know what though, as she looked around the desk. Vietnam caught sight of something gleaming.
"Ah, another key perhaps?" Vietnam asked herself, about to shuffle the paper aside to see if it was a key. But just as she was mere inches away, another cold chill overcame her.
Her instincts told her to jump, so she obeyed them immediately, making a quick grab for her paddle as she leapt upwards, seeing grey.
Letting a gasp escape her as she landed harshly on the ground of the other side of the desk, she was met with bug-like black eyes. Its fangs were dripping with saliva and she saw its claws tense and the edges of its mouth move.
Then her instincts acted again, and she was glad, for she managed to duck in time, rolling to the side and quickly getting to her feet, making a breakaway towards the door. She didn't dare look behind as her hand reached for the knob, only to find it was locked.
"Of all the-" Vietnam didn't get to finish her sentence as she felt something about to strike her. She swiftly dodged, positioning her grip on her paddle as she swung blindly.
But the Thing caught it with one of its hands, the other hand reached out to strike her. Vietnam winced as she felt its claws tearing into her cheek, her eyes not fast enough to catch the sudden movement.
And finally, she came face to face with the Thing. It seemed to be smirking, flashing its razor sharp teeth at her. But when a roar emitted from its mouth, that was when Vietnam finally gathered her senses.
She dropped to the ground, surprising the Thing as it tried to make a swing at her. Vietnam grabbed her paddle, placed her feet quickly and the door and used it to give her a boost at rolling away from it.
The Thing also had quick reflexes, it seemed, because it had already turned around and gave chase to the rolling girl. She quickly rolled to the side, dodging its stomp. Vietnam found herself a leg's reach of its face as it hunched over, so Vietnam pushed all her strength into her leg as she swung her leg at its face.
She let out a cry of surprise when it shifted. She quickly retracted her leg, narrowly missing its razor fangs by a mere centimeter as she winced, feeling her leg pull out of it's socket just a little.
This Thing was far from her field of military experiences, so Vietnam settled for trying to find the key and escaping this place as soon as possible, but when she thought she could outrun it, she felt its hand wrapping around her throat from behind.
Vietnam let out a strangled gasp, feeling the lack of air already affecting her vision as it blurred. She shakily brought her hand up, trying to claw at its hand, but it seemed to react by starting to dig its claws into her throat.
'So this is it...will I die here...?' Vietnam thought, starting to feel some blood ooze out. She felt blood dribble from her mouth and all she saw was the blurred ceiling.
She heard the Thing chuckle, and she felt something snap inside of her. Vietnam felt two energies within her starting to mix, and she heard that chant she had read earlier echoing inside her mind, and she felt something making their way out.
"Tôi không nghĩ như vậy, đồ ngu mẹ," she snarled. All she saw was red as she shifted in its grip, now facing the Thing with narrowed and cold red eyes. She, once again, brought her leg out to give it a good uppercut to its chin, catching it by surprise as she snapped her paddle in half with her knee, stabbing the splintered end into its forehead as it let her go, letting out a deafening roar.
She dropped to the floor and wisely started to search for the key, finding it behind the very last shelf. She scowled, quickly scooping it up as she wiped the blood on her cheek with her sleeve. She peeked around the bookshelf, looking for any signs of that Thing.
Her blood red eyes widened greatly when she saw it was mending its wounds and already walking up and about, circling around the desk and making its way to the bookshelves.
"Cái quái gì..." she breathed. She didn't even give the thought that regardless of its size, it did not flip tables or knock over bookshelves. She only bolted for the door when its back was turned towards her.
She heard the Thing roar, but she had already shoved the key in, turned it and took it out, and ran outside. As she started to close the door, she flipped the Thing off before slamming the door closed.
Vietnam collapsed against the opposite wall, her blood red eyes slowly changing back to its normal golden color, panting hard as she wiped off more blood. She checked her throat and was relieved to find it was only really small holes.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, wiping sweat off her forehead as she looked at the library door with weary eyes.
"It seems as if you have saved me..." she whispered to herself, resting her hand over her chest. "And for that, cảm ơn bạn, phía bắc của tôi."
Then realization hit her.
"Maybe...that was what Miss Ukraine was talking about..." Vietnam said. "When they 'ran for their lives'...I thought they were merely startled by something small, like a mouse...so...this is what Miss Ukraine felt..."
Powerless. Shocked. Frightened.
And guilt...
"It's still alive. I have to kill it." Vietnam said, almost in monotone as she sat up. "The others are not safe as long as that Thing is still alive."
Although it had caught her by surprise before, Vietnam nodded determinedly to herself. As long as she could kill it, then she would let that part of her that worried for the sake of the other three girls be gone.
She dizzily got up, making her way to the door as she looked at the remains of her paddle. She could work with that, besides, she had fought with less before.
'And also, if I remember correctly, there was a key. Hai con chim với một đá.'
Vietnam placed the key in the keyhole and turned it, along with the doorknob as it gave a click, to signal it was open...
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"...!"
"It is nearly that time..."
"Quickly..."
"Before it gets them..."
"But it's Vietnam..."
"But..."
"I need to find them quickly."
Wow. Never thought I could write out a chapter with more than 3,000 words and a fighting scene at once.
...oh well.
So, translations for the Vietnamese sayings:
Tôi không nghĩ như vậy, đồ ngu mẹ- I don't think so, motherf**ker.
Cái quái gì- What the hell...
cảm ơn bạn, phía bắc của tôi- Thank you, my North.
Hai con chim với một đá- Two birds with one stone
Yes...I made Vietnam curse, but it was her North side! I think of her North side as bad-a**, so of course she's epic in this. :D
Ohh, by the way, though I'm half-Vietnamese I know nothing. So this was ALL Google Translate. As you can see, Google Translate will be used with all the foreign languages, but I've spent at least ten minutes trying to rearrange the words so they made sense grammar-wise.
Oh, and Vietnam is a 'headstrong girl with a strong will', so naturally, she would want to kill the Thing, right? She's stubborn, and running away sometimes means the same as accepting defeat, especially when she failed to kill it. So, the stubborn and headstrong girl she is, her will is strong: she wants to kill the Thing.
And about the tatami...we've all watched enough anime to know what a tatami is, right? It's a traditional Japanese floor basically. I tried to research Vietnamese traditional floors but I got nothing popping up for me so...
So, I've added sayings here and there. If you want to guess who's speaking them, then feel free to Private Message me. XD
So, the only question I have for you: How was my first fighting scene? It was hard to write out torture for my favorite character...good grief. *wipes sweat off forehead*
