WARNING: Please note this is mostly fiction and alternate universe. There will be some history later on but I want to keep it limit about harsh reality from outside of the real world. Which means that I will not include people who died from the terrorist attacks or a natural disaster like Hurricane Harvey. There will be some facts, theories or opinions from my OCs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do own my OCs. Please enjoy reading and this is my first Hetalia story. Feedbacks are welcome. Flames will be removed from the reviews.
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Chapter 3 - Invasion Arc
Foresight
Los Angeles, California
She blinked.
Blinked twice.
She has no idea how she got here or why she is here.
Everything she was seeing was surrounded by the field of wheat.
She was standing in the middle of the field, where the wheat grows. The sunrise and shine throughout the field like the heaven open the gate for her. It spread warmth to her body. It made her smile and closed her eyes in peace. She likes the warmth. The air brushed her hair softly. Several sounds of birds made her grin more and then she noticed something.
She can hear what she cannot.
Before she began to realize, the warmth disappears and her eyes snapped open.
The wheat field is gone, everything wilt to the ground, the clouds thundered and rain began to fall. She flinched at the sudden change. She tried to push her hair away to see the sight but she stops.
She tried to make out what the two figures stood each other far away from her. She widened her eyes at what she sees.
On the right, her older brother, Martin stood in the harsh rain. He looks angry and betrayed. Something makes her curious what made her brother upset. She looks at the left and surprise, there he is, Carlos stood facing at her brother, looking pretty much angry at him.
She is starting to get worried before she can, she barely started to wake up. Not before she last heard the voice.
You must seek the truth or else everything will lead to segregate.
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She woke up and shivering at the sudden dream. It has been a while since she last remembers her dream. But this time, she feels that dream isn't like a normal dream.
She yawned loudly and look up her clock. She growled.
It is freaking 4 am in the morning. 4 am in the morning! she mentally screams.
She went back unto her pillow on her face and scream in anger. She hates early morning. She is always wondering why she has to wake up so early for no reason.
Curse her luck. Damn her body making her wake up so damn early. She wants to go back to sleep but she couldn't because of that damn dream.
With no choice, she groaned and got up from her bed. She took a quick shower and got dressed.
She wears a simple blue t-shirt with short jeans with a pair of shoes. Her hair is pure black highlighted by hair dye with light brown. Her eyes are amber filled with inquisitive and wonder. Her names are Ashes Roksana, a fourteen-year-old girl who is born hard of hearing.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Ashes is born with deafness.
Having to raise her life being deaf is seems to be rough but she manages to keep going. Most hearing people think that all deaf people are stupid which she feels threatened. Because she knew that not all deaf are damn stupid. Deaf people are intelligent and very social people. They are fun to chat and making their face expression really interesting. She was being forced to learn how to speak which is very struggle for her to pronoun several words instead of having to learn American Sign Language early.
She was upset when she found out about the ASL that only deaf people can communicate. She would rather have ASL first and then speak her English. Sadly, her grandmother has none of that. Her parents are very concern about that. Thankfully, they discussed with her grandma and allow her to speak both languages directly.
Even she does speak English, she would rather prefer her ASL simple enough to communicate than her voice because of her difficult pronoun sentences.
She turned on her laptop and surfing the news. She heard that her country will start isolationism in two weeks or so. Which means no communications outside of United States. Which it hit her hard because she often goes online and communicates people about interesting topics.
She would have groaned and deal with it but she couldn't. Lately, before her dream, she was having her gut telling her that scream 'Our country is in danger!' or something like that. She tried to push her thought away but it's bugging her no end.
She is getting frustrating. She set up her chat log and send her message to her three best friends.
SlienceQuail logged in.
SlienceQuail: Did you guys have a gut feeling that something is seriously wrong with our country?
She hopes she gets respond sooner because she gonna needs some answers for.
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Charlotte, North Carolina
It is 7 am in the morning in EST.
A sixteen-year-old boy, Lucio Veloce is packing his art paintings in a large bag. He has a shady brown hair with messy curl, green eyes that gleam with curiously and happiness. He wears a white jacket with two blue stripes on each side of the forearm and wears a blue t-shirt. He has a gray jean with pair black sneakers.
Lucio yawned and tried to shrug off his sleepiness. He needs to get ready to head out and get to class early.
He thanked the God that the snow storm is over. He would have stuck in the house if he didn't return his art project due to a deadline. But he had to get there before the class starts.
Lucio huffed. Why didn't the campus closed during the snowstorm? he wondered.
He grabbed his backpack, a large bag and head out of the house. He would drive the car but his cousin needs to borrow his car quickly for a pickup delivery which Lucio whine at his cousin's habit.
Stupid cousin and his bad luck habit. Which means he would have to take a bus.
He arrived at the bus stop and waiting for the bus to come. He put his headphone and humming at his favorite music 'Heaven Grace'. He closed his eyes and tone out his thought.
Then atmospheres begin to drop, he snaps his eyes open and felt a chill down his spine. He quickly looks around his surroundings.
Nothing out of ordinary, just several people passed by. Lucio raised his eyebrow. He would have shrugged it off but nothing can calm his anxiety. He shifted around carefully and seems nothing out of place.
He frowned tight firm lip. He is starting to wonder why he feeling so much activity of being alert.
It has been several days he tried to calm down and have no idea why.
He was about to listen to the music again-
*BING! BING!*
"VE!", he squealed. Several passengers stare at him with the amusing look. Cheeks started bright red and shook off his embarrassing. He felt a vibration in his pocket and check up his phone.
SlienceQuail: Did you guys have a gut feeling that something is seriously wrong with our country?
Lucio stare. A sense of dread wave over him.
This isn't...good…, Lucio swallowed.
His best friend has a very...interesting sense of danger. Because of that, other two will follow the same as him. Lucio decided to reply to her.
GentleSwift: I am not the only one. Lately, I am having a nervous wreck in the past several days and I can't seem to lie down. And now, I feel like I have been watched.
Lucio wants some answers because…
...the two will have the same feeling as him. If does then…
This is going to be serious issue…, Lucio groaned.
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New Orleans, Louisiana
No, this can't be right…
A sound of the clothes flips several times.
Maybe this one?
A young man grabbed other clothes and hold it up to compare to other clothes. He frowned and drop the clothes in a frustrated sigh.
Arugh, I can't seem to get it right! he reached up to his fingers through his hair and sighed.
A seventeen-year-old boy, Clovis Arc, wear a blue shirt with the symbol of several white stars on the bottom, brown short pants with white shoes. He has blue eyes with freckled cheek, long wavy blonde hair that tie up in a pony tail.
He stared several colorful clothes and sigh in dismay. He has no idea how to make good fashion clothes.
Curse his mind.
"I need to think of a way to motivate it.", he rubbed his temple. He grabs several blank papers and sketches several drawings of clothes' style.
It has been two weeks the last time he works on his hobby and made the clothes. He dreams to become a fashion designer. He success selling his clothes online and made a good amount of money to save for his plan to go to the university.
He graduated and ready to go to the university but got postponed by the university that had been closed for the spring semester. Which raises his eyebrow at the sudden closure. Several students were planning to transfer to the same university he plans to go and got hold off for close in the spring semester.
He was relieved to hear that the university had an announcement that said will be open in the summer. He was giving a university a strange thought.
How odd…
Clovis shook his head and went to get a tea. He grabs a cup of hot water and dunks a tea bag into the cup waiting to be brew.
He sits down and drinks his tea. He is starting to wonder what made him lose he motivate in past two weeks. He wouldn't have lost it unless there a reason.
He frowned. Possibly my sense…?, he hummed.
*BING! BING*
He startled and stare at his cell phone on the roundtable. He places his tea on the table and picks up his phone. There's a message on his phone.
SlienceQuail: Did you guys have a gut feeling that something is seriously wrong with our country?
He read it carefully. He was about to reply her until another message shown.
GentleSwift: I am not the only one. Lately, I am having a nervous wreck in the past several days and I can't seem to lie down. And now, I feel like I have been watched.
He stared. He hoped it not a joke.
He replies.
MythGriffon: I am not sure if that count but lately I'm struggling to do my work. It started last two weeks ago where I lost my motivation and it is very irritating.
His other two friends have some strange six sense call that has some bad humor joke for getting them involved in danger. If Ashes is having a bad feeling, then Lucio having anxiety active, for him having lost his motivate which he does not often lose it unless there danger coming, and finally….
Clovis frowned.
...finally, Luca would have to lose a hunt.
Clovis hissed and groaned. Oh dear...
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Flint, Michigan
Luca Wood is getting disappointed.
No prey on his sight. Geez, he would move to other area but he got tired of moving different place because there are no geese or rabbit on his range.
He is a sixteen-year-old boy with wavy blonde hair that reaches his neck. He is wearing a hiking jacket with a long pant with a pair of brown boots. He is carrying his bow and a quiver with several arrows.
He crestfallen and left the idea to do is to head on home.
Every once a month he would go on a hunt for rabbit or geese. The rest of the animals he has to avoid it because some of them are endangered. He had several tips and advice from his cousin and his father.
Rule number one: Never hunt endangered animals because they are the keystones of nature.
Rule number two: No killing several times on the hunt. Hunt one times a month.
Finally, rule number three: Know your foe. Watch their movement and wait for right time to hunt.
He was surprised that Ashes learned several animals' behavior and their lifestyle. It would make sense that she is an artist who watches their movement and makes several sketches quickly.
Luca sighed.
During his hunt, a bunch of clouds was starting to act weird when it began to darken the storm. He would have a head for the cover but the storm isn't moving to his direction…
It was moving to the east rapidly. That's where his cousin, Davis, live in New York. He felt disturbed by the sudden cloud movement. He would rush home but then a light rain began to fall in his place.
He knew this is a not normal cloud. He would have felt a strong wind by now. He heads home and zipping several neighbors that talk about the unusual weather. He heard their conversation.
"An unusual weather you say?", the man raises his eyebrow.
A young lady nodded. "Yes, I got a call from my sister saying there's huge snowstorm that lasts three hours all of the sudden."
A man scratches his head. "That's strange. How can it stay snow storming for three hours? Could have last a day?"
He rushes back his home and called his cousin. He was relieved that Davis is safe.
Davis told him he needs to report to Pomona. He hopes he gets the answer from Pomona soon because the weather on its own is completely abnormal.
Luca sighed. He didn't a miss a hunt which is strange because he often gets a hunt every once a month.
Then he realized, "Oh no…"
He rubbed his chin If I remember right if I miss a hunt then-
*BING! BING!*
He rushes to get his cellphone to check the text messages that left on the kitchen table. He kept forgetting to take his cellphone with him before he was going out to hunt.
SlienceQuail: Do you guys have a gut feeling that something is seriously wrong with our country?
"Damn it…", he cursed. He knew his cousin is the first to give out her sixth sense warning. He was about to respond but got interrupted by another message.
GentleSwift: I am not the only one. Lately, I am having a nervous wreck in the past several days and I can't seem to lie down. And now, I feel like I have been watched.
Well...Now Lucio is involved.
MythGriffon: I am not sure if that count but lately I'm struggling to do my work. It started last two weeks ago where I lost my motivation and it is very irritating.
Luca was giving it a blank look.
Clovis join the chat, hmm? Luca sighed and reply to his friends.
HuntSnowOwl: Merde… We are screwed! Damn your sixth sense, cousin! I knew the moment that I lost a hunt!
SlienceQuail: I have no control over my sixth sense, cousin…. I'm always like this.
Luca would have wept.
They will face another dangerous adventure, again. Luca isn't looking forward to this.
The last time he remembered, they were around in high school years. All four of them warped into very dangerous territory. They heard the rumors that go around about family who used to live in the old haunted house there were massacred 80 years ago. Lucio was the first to decide to check out while Ashes seems to be hesitant an idea to go. Luca asked his cousin which she replies saying, 'I don't like it. It's giving me a warning.'
All four of them knew the warning and they can't avoid it. Sometimes they wish they shouldn't have that kind of situation but the danger follows them everywhere they go when it's needed again. They decide to risk it and went to check the very interesting place and want to experience what the haunted house look like. Lucio would get an idea to paint his art right away, Ashes get several ideas and plots for her future story while Clovis…
….well, Clovis just want to leave that damn place. Luca couldn't blame him because that place is very creepy.
They are wandering around and found some interesting clues and place. Some are disturbing which makes them want to leave the place. Unfortunately, danger sense just decides to step in.
They were trapped in that haunted house. They can able to sense the cold air coming down their spine.
A ghost just first appeared and attacked them.
They went through to survive and figure it out the clue what was behind the message murdered of the family. It took them three weeks to make it that far and finally track down the murder. Gather enough pieces of evidence and shown to the police and arrested the murderer.
This finally gives the family to move on to the next life.
Luca gazed back to his phone again when his cousin reply again.
SlienceQuail: Get ready because we are going to face some kind of danger that we haven't got that far ahead.
Luca titled at the message. What does she mean by that?
SlienceQuail: Because we might be heading to the war. Just now, I had a weird dream that seeing my brother and Carlos face each other like they are preparing to kill each other.
Luca cursed loudly.
They had worked together very well on their way and nothing can slow them down.
But this time, they are on their own.
Luca is definitely not willing to look forward to this!
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Wichita, Kansas
He is zipping through the road.
He drives at a very high speed all the way to the empty road that his father told him to drive to the police station to warn the city.
Johnson cried in tear when he last saw his father's fate.
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He was staring at the other side of the road that several trees pass by quickly. His father has been driving for three hours.
Johnson is sixteen years old with shady brown hair with a pair of green eyes. He wears a green and black shirt with black short with tan boots. He also wears a pair of white bracelets on his wrist.
They are going for a trip to visit Yellowstone Park. He was delight to hear that his father would take him to the famous park. They packed everything they need before heading out for a trip. They could hike together and took several photos of the wonderful nature.
He couldn't wait to show his sister off of this photo. His sister would either huffed or whined for not having to go because his mother wants her daughter to go with her to the shopping which she isn't fun much of shopping like her mother. Pity.
He was about to think ahead about the park until he felt a strong force that hit him back on his head. He winces at his head. He looks at his father with a puzzled expression. His father's eyes narrowed at the road.
There's a car flipped over that block their way. The car itself looks damage with several claw marks. Johnson gasped at the horrible sight. His father got out of the car and grab his rifle gun.
Seriously though, he asked his dad why to bother bringing a rifle which his dad said, 'There is something in my gut telling me that I need to bring it. As for why I don't know. It is better safe than sorry.'
But having sight of the claw marks on the car which make perfect sense, if his father follows his sixth sense.
"Stay in the car and lock the doors." He reloads his rifle, "I am going to check out and see what the hell is going on."
Johnson nodded and do what his father said. He watches his father walking toward to the car and look over. Father checked out the car inside for a couple of minutes, done checking and headed back to the car and saw his father's grim expression. He must have seen something disturbing.
Johnson unlocks the door as his father open it. "What did you see, dad?" he was starting to feel concerned.
"Most car seats were covered in blood in a mess. There are several large claws torn apart. I don't like the look of this." he gazed fixedly at the car than to the wood. "Listen, I am going to head out in the wood to check out so do me a favor." He looks back at his son.
"If anything were to happen to me, get to the police station and warn them."
Johnson wide-eyed, "What?"
"You heard me, son."
"B-But dad! Shouldn't we call the police here better?"
"I would but when I check my phone while taking some pictures, it is out of service." his father pointed out.
Johnson feels his heart went to the very bottom of his stomach. So, he swallows his fear. "A-Alright, be please be careful, dad. I really don't like this."
His father nodded and quickly head out to the wood for investigation.
Johnson quickly closes the driver's door and lock immediately. He took a deep breath and exhale and took over the driver's seat. He felt very nervous and scared.
He would rather have his father come back safe as soon as possible. Knowing his father, with his rifle on his hand, he should have relaxed for now.
A chilling high-pitched scream that startled Johnson and then heard several shots throughout the wood.
He was about to get out of the car and check his father but his eyes went in horror.
His father rushes out of the wood and got chased by a huge monster.
Johnson couldn't make out what it look like directly but it was huge. It doubles the size of human's height and it eyes glowing red in hunger. The monster' head has a large shape of antlers. He could barely see its claw that looks long and sharp.
His father reloads his rifle and aim at the monster and shot in the eye.
Shadow monster (as Johnson would call it) scream in pain and growl in anger. It angrily slashes at Dad which knocks his rifle out of his hand. Half blind Shadow monster trying to slash at him but he dodged several times to avoid being attacked.
His father rushes to get his rifle back and pick up quickly. He gazed at his son.
"John! Get driving and get out of here! I'll hold it off!", he shouted.
Johnson gobsmacked at his father's order.
Are you freaking kidding me?!, he mentally scream. He wants to help his father but he has no way to defend himself from that monster. He going to risk it anyway. He stumbles to open the door.
Another high-pitched howl that makes him pause and felt his heart went into his stomach. He saw two more monsters heading out of the wood. It made him have a second thought.
His father growled and round another shot at the first Shadow. He looks back and cursed himself having his son not getting away quickly.
"Johnson, get outta there! Do what I say!", he shouted.
Johnson clumsy started his car and drive in complete u-turn to avoid the Shadow monsters.
At last thing, he saw his father in the rear mirror, his father smile in grim and look back at the Shadow monster.
Then, his father was torn apart by the claws.
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He slammed with his hand into a fist on the wheel in frustrating. He sobbed to reminder how he watched his father being killed by Shadow monster.
Unaware of his left hand, a black star showed a number '34'. Which left the fate on the young boy's life.
The shadow is starting to spread…
To be continued….
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Author's Note
For anyone who dislikes having my OC states used. I already make myself very clear. I will not change their view or their personally or their family relationships because I have already made the plot so far in my mind. I had already set up a warning here and clearly said this is fiction.
I can tell the copy review because not liking my OC states again like WV I will delete it. You guys need to make your own comment. It an eyesore when I saw the same one again like other reviews I had read someone's Hetalia OC States story.
Alright, guys! I edited almost all the chapters and there are some I need to work on but that can hold on next month. I need to look over this story and retype everything. I don't have a beta reader. I already did ask someone but I haven't got a reply yet. Take your time and tell me about this. Remember, this is not related to real history. It is fiction. I already made myself very clear. There a warning for a reason.
Published: Sept 9, 2017
Edited: Oct 6, 2017