Hey so
school starts in two days
And I got no feels
But I need to write this because soon I won't be able to
so let's do this anyway
Okay okay in all seriousness: yes, school is about to start for me. But it's like two days and then four day weekend. Seriously. WTF. So I'm going to try and finish this ASAP so I can do parts 3&4 together, because they need to be written that way. Not only that, but in 2 weeks…I will be back on dA. For reals. Reals reals. To commemorate that, I'll be rewriting some of my old crappy stuff. :D
Also I noticed I kiiiiiinda screwed up XD turns out labyrinths and mazes are different. Mazes have dead ends, labyrinths don't. To clarify, this is a maze. Dead ends, people.
Clocke news: so far I have 3 designs done: Shayla, Violet, and Clocke.
Now all that aside, let's go!
An eerie silence seemed to ring at the Italian's words. The simple idea that Italy was about to kill them was ridiculous enough, but the whole outfit change and creepy smile made it seem even weirder. First China and now Italy? Would Germany and Japan come back the same way?
"Wait a second…." Jordan breathed.
If China had come back looking for blood….
And the Italian in front of them wanted the same….
Was Italy dead?
Jordan's question was answered though, when Italy paled, his eyes back to his usual hazel, and fell to the ground.
"Guys…? Why am I dressed like this? And why are you looking at me like that?" Italy timidly questioned.
Antarctica's face grew grim. "Schizophrenia…." Italy blinked. "Ve?"
The continent sighed. "You have a split personality….a second one, I should say."
His 2P…..
Italy let out a tiny cry. "I'm scared! Does that mean I have a problem? Am I going to be shipped to a mental hospital? Am I gonna die? What's happening, I NEED GERMANYYY!" the tiny man broke off into frantic sobs, and Malaysia tried to comfort him.
"You'll be okay, Italy, you'll be just fine. Now let's get out of here and forget this ever happen-"
BANG
What sounded like a gunshot echoed throughout the maze, and a smoking bullet hole appeared just inches from America's head. "Dude! What the hell…." He trailed off upon seeing the face.
A young stood about 30 feet away, a small pistol clutched in his hands. He had long blonde hair, pulled up behind his head. He wore a light green long sleeved shirt that was obviously too big on him, as the sleeves were covering his hands. He wore dark navy pants that covered his shoes, and kept his bangs pinned back with an emerald-like barrette. His bright green eyes were alight with fear, his arms shaking. "Um…kid? You okay?"
The boy glared at America. "O-of course I'm fine! Why shouldn't I be?"
England sighed. "What he meant was, 'what are you doing here?' Are you a nation?"
"A what!?"
"I'll take that as a no. What's your name?"
The kid froze, staring at the ground. "Rald." He muttered. "Short for Ronald." Rald rocked on the balls of his feet nervously. "Shouldn't be talkin'." He muttered to himself. "Those guys'll chase after me."
Malaysia frowned. "You mean Anih and Sura?" Rald nodded. "They keep sayin' I need to remember. But I don't wanna. I hate the past."
Antarctica raised an eyebrow. "Okay then….why don't you join us?" Everyone gasped.
"BUT WHAT IF HE'S ONE OF THEM!?" Israel cried.
Antarctica glared. "He's telling the truth." She responded flatly. Rald nodded again in agreement.
The group then continued on, and to keep calm the countries explained to Rald what they meant by being a nation.
"So you guys are like the embodiments of nations?"
"Yes, that's right."
"So you're immortal, huh?"
Italy froze. That's right, they were. So how could Anih and Sura kill them anyway?
"Oh god." He gasped. France turned. "Something wrong?"
Italy blinked. "We can't die…so how did Germany and Japan and China die? Did they even die? We saw China but he could've been an illusion. Are the others okay?"
"Ah, so clever…"
Everyone whirled around to see both Anih and Sura on the usual screen. Anih had a mug of coffee in hand that read "World's Greatest Magician" (To which England mentally complained that magic was real and that HE was better). "Glad to see you've found your way, Rald. And now, dear Jordan, you're up~"
Rald blinked. "What?" but he was ignored as Jordan glared at the screen and answered calmly.
"I always follow my instincts, and they say the letter is at the end of your name. I'm saying L, seeing as the 'h' is silent. Anihl."
Anih couldn't help but laugh, and Sura joined. "Your instincts are correct, but the letter isn't. I like your way of thinking!"
Sura calmly added. "It's time we shake things up." And the video went black.
bang bang bang
Soft footsteps echoed around them, sounding as if people were coming, maybe one or two.
Bang bang bang
They grew closer, and the fear everyone felt grew. Italy attempted to run, but was suddenly knocked down by an invisible force. "What-"
Bang Bang Bang
The group huddled in, ready to fight whatever came their way.
BANG BANG BANG
They were close.
BOOM!
The being arrived.
Germany.
He looked almost the exact same as when he was before, but he harbored a large gash across his cheek, probably from when he was attacked. He clutched a pistol tight in his hand, and his eyes were onyx black; emotionless.
"Germany?" Italy ventured weakly.
Germany said nothing.
"Germany! I was so worri-"
He was cut off when a bullet grazed his arm.
Italy cried out in pain, clutching the arm close to his chest. "G-Germ…any?"
He lunged.
Italy screeched, running away quickly, only to smack into a wall.
"Everyone, go go go!" England called, directing everyone out of the room quickly, but before Italy, Israel, Rald, and Jordan could escape, the wall closed on them, locking the four in with the deadly German. "HEY! LET US OUT!" Jordan screamed, but it was no use. The others had no choice but to keep going.
Meanwhile, Germany had closed in on Italy, who fell to his knees. He looking up, cheeks stained with tears. "P-please….."
Germany said nothing. He directed his gun at the Italian's head and fired.
Italy fell, motionless.
The German turned to the Middle Eastern countries and child, before leaving through the now open exit.
"Well, we're separated from the group now. Great." Israel groaned. Rald trembled slightly, not looking at Italy. "Let's go find them." He offered.
Easier said than done.
The trio encountered over 18 dead ends in less than an hour, at which Israel finally suggested they stop to rest.
"Now you suggest this." Jordan sighed, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
Rald pulled a small lighter out of his pocket, lighting one of the many paintings on the wall. Jordan grinned, proclaiming "I like this kid."
As the huddled around, the nations kept Rald entertained with stories from their history. Rald yawned.
"Do you guys really hate each other? Because it doesn't seem like it…" Rald quizzically asked, his face light with childish innocence.
Israel frowned. "Why do you ask?"
"Because," Rald huffed. "You guys claim to hate each other, but judging by your stories, you used to get along. Then this stupid war came around. Jordan, you sound like you just hate his religion."
Jordan scowled. "Oh, I do," (to which Israel growled) "But the war is mainly about land, kid. He took a lot of it."
"Did not!"
"Hush!" Rald scolded, and Jordan felt ridiculous. "It's over anyway, so apologize!"
Israel blinked. "Why do I have to apologize if she started it!?"
"Because you rudely took a hell lot of land in like 5 days."
Israel growled. "Fine. I'm sorry I embarrassed you like that."
Jordan grunted. "Sorry I got mad because you became a country."
"See? Was that so hard?"
"Yes." The answer was simultaneous.
"….you guys act more childish than me."
By the time everyone realized Israel, Jordan, and Rald were gone, it was too late. They had moved too far into the maze. "Son of a bitch…" Arthur muttered.
"We should keep going. We might run into them eventually." Antarctica advised. "I agree." Russia piped up.
At this, the six moved on, slightly worried for their friends' sakes.
"Race ya!" America called, breaking into a sprint. "GET BACK HERE YOU WANKER!" England screeched, chasing after his brother.
America laughed, only to crash into a screen. "OW! Mother fu-"
"Really?"
America blinked, noticing Sura staring at him through the screen. England rounded the corner. "What the bloody-oh."
Sura sighed. "Go, America."
America rubbed his chin. "Well, we already said the letter was at the end so…let's say Anihd."
England slapped his forehead. "…..why…?"
"That is…actually quite close. But you're wrong, sorry." Sura muttered. The screen faded.
"Hey! What was that!?" France groaned, Russia, Malaysia, and Antarctica trailing behind. "America just went. It seems like the letter is somewhere around 'd'." England replied. "Huh." Antarctica muttered.
An awkward silence hung for a brief minute.
It was shattered by a familiar battle cry.
"SPAIN!?"
Sure enough, Spain was gripping his sword tightly. His eyes were glazed over (but not black) and his hair messed up. Malaysia vaguely remembered that when she was staying with her sister Portugal, Spain would often visit. While he and Portugal hated each other, he was Malaysia's father figure.
Speaking of that, he charged at her, and impaled Malaysia before anyone could react.
Malaysia gasped, weakly gazing up at the Spaniard. "Why…" she groaned, and fell to the ground.
America ran at Spain, knocking the man over. "What the actual fuck, man!" he yelled, but Spain got up and left as quickly as he came.
In fact, Antarctica couldn't comprehend what was going on until Malaysia had been stabbed.
"What the hell…."
DEAD: China, Germany, Japan, Italy, Malaysia
Yea I know weird spot to end but now I'm all upset.
We might have to give my cat away, so now I'm all depressed and crying and shit.
But enough of that
sorry, I'm just really low on feels, I lost them all around when Malaysia died, if her super-quick death isn't a dead giveaway. D:
Also yep Emerald's here. YAAAAAAAY
and there shall now be a running joke about Anih and his coffee.
Please review, it'll make me feel better
Malaysia, Portugal, Anih, Sura © me
Antarctica(Yellow), Israel(Ruby), Jordan(Sapphire), Rald(…Emerald) © Nintendo
Everyone else © Hidekaz Himaruya