Hetalia truth or dare in another world Chapter 7
I AM SO SORRY FOR THE HUGE GAP
Massive writer's block! The homework and projects didn't help. Plus I forgot my USB key at home when I wanted to work on the chap at school. And worst of all… when I finally finished it… Fanfiction wouldn't cooperate!
I'm thinking of updating each Wednesday and/or Sunday to organize my updates a bit and maybe give me time to check if nothing is wrong.
Well anyway thank you for your reviews! I hope this will be good!
[ENTERING WORLD]
Once upon a time (30 000 years ago) there was a great nation whose name has been forgotten ruling the land which is known today as Russia and a few other countries like Mongolia. He covered the Nordics and Alaska too. He was the North, the land of ice.
He ruled the land for many years until the ice started to melt. Around then, he had three children; Mikinàk (it's not her real name but it means turtle), Germania and Rus. The icy North disappeared and left his offspring separated. The three didn't know each other.
Mikinàk had many children herself; Alaska, Vinland, Markland and many others. Today, the last two are known as Kanata (Canada's true name) and the United-States of America respectively. As for Rus, their ''Uncle'', he is now known as Russia.*
"That's what she says." Amy felt like she was being crushed under their intense gazes.
"Ah! So I'm America's and Canada's uncle, Da?"
"You're older then Iggy! And Mom didn't tell me about that! Hey Bro, did you knew?"
"Um... I had a doubt... I did the excavation! And it sort of makes sense..." Canada mumbled the last sentence.
America tapped Russia's back. "Well it seems we're in the same family!" As if to confirm it they both gave out a dark aura. France, England and Finland were frozen stiff. The latter suddenly remembered all the similarities between North America and Russia; the dark aura, the incredible force, the bit of childish cruelty covered by cute innocence, the eyes. The rest of the similarities stopped there. Mikinàk's hair was a really dark brown and her skin was a bit reddish brown unlike Russia who has a milky skin and really pale blond hair. Plus she was tall, but not as tall as Russia.
"Well anyway... we have to do the dares and truths guys." Amy waited for them to get out of their shock.
"We will start with Kin of Norway, who says hi to you by the way."
"Hei samboer (Can it be said that way?)" She seemed happy. Denmark had a grin on his face for some unknown reason to me...
"The first dare is for France... wait, I thought I said that the concept of food is-" A scone appeared at France's feet. One of England's scones.
"NOOOONNN! Je ne veux pas! Pas maintenant je suis trop jeune! (I don't want to! Not now I'm too young!)
"What is wrong about his cooking?" Everyone stared at Amy. Oops, I didn't tell her about that.
She walked over to the French, grabbed the scone and took a bite. Since she never ate in her life she just swallowed it like that after a few seconds.
"I never tasted anything in my life but it's not bad..." England ran to her and took hold of her shoulders. "Really?! It tastes good right?"
"I don't know… like I said I never tasted anything since now so…"
England returned to where he was earlier, sulking. Just as Amy was about to ask France again to eat the British's scone (the rest of it) the clouds flashed and France got attacked by the lightning. He tried to walk away in secret…
"Uh… ok anyway… Italy, do you like Germany or Pasta the most?"
The poor Italian got startled by the question "I like pasta the most but I like Germany too!" As if to confirm it he hugged the German. The latter sighed.
"Well that was it for Kin of Norway, let's move on to Blue-Hart! Russia, what do you mean by become one with me? Wait… do you actually ask that to others?" The nations nodded.
Russia looked up at the sky a second, a bit dreamy.
"I wish everyone to become one with me so I can have a big family! This way we'll all be together forever and never alone!" Some shivered.
"Oh..." Amy, since she always been alone she didn't really understand but she will... soon she will... "Um, next is a friendly sparing match. Russia and Sweden versus America and Denmark. Depending on-"
Before she could finish, the four started to fight using as weapons whatever they could use. Clothes, flowers, bags, knives, a pipe, their fists, etc.
America gave Russia a punch in the face which the tall nation returned. The same happened with Sweden and Denmark who then took out a knife and tried to cut Sweden but missed.
At one point blood started to drip either from their mouth or from a cut. Four worried persons stopped them from fighting anymore; Amy, Norway, Canada and Finland stood between them with a sad, blank, worried and afraid expression respectively.
"I said it was a friendly sparing match, not an all out fight!"
They had an aura around them which made Amy feel cold. She didn't understand this kind of things; why fight? The four men stepped back but they gave each other a look of we'll-finish-this-later.
It was a tie. Somehow they all had the same amount of wounds with the same amount of blood.
Amy decided it wouldn't be good to tell them about the prizes they were supposed to get if they won in case they would fight again. Russia would've gotten a guan dao, Sweden a silver claymore (oh beauty...), Denmark a golden ax and America a Japanese best cartoon size hammer. The weapons wouldn't be able to kill but they would've hurt as hell.
Just saying, think about it: they're dumb on some things but when it comes to find a way to kill with something, they're Einstein's sons. They could find a way to kill with a piece of paper for god's sake! Wait, was that swearing?
Staring into Russia's eyes Amy said the next dare "Romano has to tango dance with Spain and show him how flexible you truly are".
The Italian grabbed Spain's collar and dragged him away from the group, grumbling about not wanting to be stroke again. No one noticed Hungary following them, wishing to change her mind a bit.
Since they were gone the truth about Romano will be moved to when they come back.
Amy broke her stare "Denmark, what's the reason you didn't wanted to give the other Nordics their freedom? Was it because you have a big fear of being alone?"
Denmark pouted "We were a big family and happy and then they just wanted to leave like that. I was their boss and they didn't want to follow me..." He continued on like that until Norway made him stop by laying disinfectant on one of his wounds "Akk! Hurts!"
"Now Russia has to ask China to become one with him, but as a girl."
A bright light coming from the sky hit China, replacing him by a girl. Surprisingly Korea didn't comment.
"You will become one with mother Russia da?"
I think he was used to it because China, without looking at the light blond nation said a plain "No!" while crossing his -her- arms.
Korea didn't say anything but smiled. As for Amy, she felt a heat in her chest she couldn't explain while watching them. Was she feeling jealous?
Trying to think of something else she continued "Next, Russia has to sing Once Upon a Time a December from Anastasia, but as Chibi Russia." The clouds flashed and where was once the Russian now stood a little boy, an adorable one with red cheeks, looking up to everybody suddenly feeling small.
China gaped at the sight like many others and hugged the little nation. "CUTE!" She forgot she was a girl. After a few seconds of crushing the kid she let go, blushing. ChibiRussia took the sheet of paper at his feet and read the lyrics but then seemed thoughtful.
"Are you alright Russia-kun?" Japan's question snapped him back to reality.
"Oh, da."
He read the lyrics a bit more and started singing. Just to add a bit of magic Austria received a sheet to play on his piano with it.
Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
(Hums with the melody)
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
I forgot to count the "aww" but there was a lot. Amy lifted the small Russian in her arms, earning a pout from him.
"I don't like this."
"I don't care."
Just then South Italy and Spain came back, both deeply blushing.
"Great, you're back! Romano, if Spain was kidnapped by Engl-"
"I'd kill him and save the tomato bastard."
"Ok. Now on for SakuraDreamerz! For playing piano yesterday she wants to give you these presents!"
A blue and red cloud swirled together to create a portal, allowing a piece of sacher cake and a sausage (Wurst) to falle into Austria's and Germany's hands respectively. They both let out a "Danke" before digging in.
"Next, America you have to wear earplugs a minute."
"Wwhat?! But what if you all start to discuss about a nuclear project or a super hero technique?!" He made a grimace when putting the earplugs.
"We won't talk about that. England, she has a feeling that you know something about America's experience with liver. Can you tell us?"
"Oh no it isn't like that. I laughed because I found the comment good; a lot of kids nowadays don't even taste before judging… Wait a minute… They're watching us?! Not just giving us dares?!"
"Obviously."
"Well… I should've known it when she asked America if he ever tasted liver and when she gave us presents…"
"Ok next is a question for Spain; have you ever gotten injured from Bull running holiday?"
"Ah no seignorita, the bulls never caught me when we ran together."
"Ok. Prussia, don't worry no anvils will fall on you (sigh of relief). But, since she is a curious person… how did you and Gilbird meet?"
"The awesome me found him one day and we stayed together since then!"
"Chirp!"
"Ok. Now, SakuraDreamerz has thought of an event… an art competition! The competitors will be Canada, Romano, Japan and Italy!"
"Um… why am I included?"
A shining girl appeared from the grass.
"S'parce té t'un bon artiste (because you're a good artist). Pi parce té t'un bou d'chou, ké? (And because you're a sweet heart**, ok?) Oh pi p't'être à cause du groupe de sept… ou douze… me souviens pu… (Oh and maybe because of the group of seven***… or twelve… I can't remember….)" the girl said in Quebecor with only the Canadian understanding fully.
"Ké."
"Ké! I'll take over and some of you great countries of another world should stop staring at me like that, Sealand included! By the way, USA! Superman, like many other things you decided to keep cause their cool you [BOBBY], was created by a CANADIAN! Ooh slap in the face… no. Anyway the judges for the event will be Amy, Germany, Liechtenstein and… Greece stop incarnating Hypnos****! The theme will be EASTER! 'Cause in our world we're close to it and we feel the atmosphere of Easter with the beautiful chocolates… Italy must work with the colored pencils, Romano with the charcoals, Canada with the watercolor paints, and Japan with the Acrylics!"
The clouds twisted to form a tunnel from where a box of colored pencils, charcoals, watercolor paints and acrylics fell down into the arms of the competitor intended with a bunch of canvas and papers.
"Each piece will be scored on creativity, originality, and how closely it is to the theme. Whoever gets first place will get 5 points from this dare, 2nd will get 4, 3rd will get 3, and 4th will get the normal amount of points that is received when you have accepted a dare! We wish you luck!"
Ten minutes later they were separated from the group trying to think of something to draw. Romano was grumbling about how he even got in such a situation. Will he do well? What can he do with charcoals? Draw an egg with a flower inside maybe? Or a bag filled with eggs of all sizes with all sorts of weird drawings on it… Or maybe just a chick sitting on an egg… but those weren't really originals…
He sat down on a grass carpet beside a bunch of Eryngiums with a depressed aura "What the heck? Easter is about colors and details and animals and cheery stuff... How can I do something like that with charcoals?!"
*Around an hour and a half later*
"Now dear competitors, please line up with your work in front of the judges!"
Canada had painted a colorful forest filled with flowers, eggs and rabbits all over the place. Italy had drawn a scene probably at a Venetian café. On a round table was a basket decorated with ribbons. In it was chicks and eggs and just like Canada's it was really colorful, if not more. Japan had painted a rabbit walking on his back legs holding a sunshade with one "paw" and a basket with eggs in the other.
As for Romano... stacked up eggs covered in all sort of shades and patterns. Although it is really awesome and original... Mm... wait... it IS about creativity, originality and how closely it is to the theme right?
First: Canada
Second: Veneziano
Third: Romano
Fourth: Japan
Of course, the latter felt down for the rest of the day muttering about how he was getting old even if they told him he was really close to Romano in appreciation.
*Night time*
She talked with Drak and they both came down to the facts; it was not possible. She didn't have the right personality and she didn't have the right feelings. It wouldn't stop them to be friends but they couldn't go further. She just wasn't the type; she didn't cry easily nor was she physically fit for it.
Right now she couldn't talk it out with him since he was occupied talking to the rest of the G8 but probably tomorrow she'll get him. And maybe apologize for acting... French-like a little towards him.
She sighed as she watched the green orb float around the light blond, giving his hair a neon effect from the light's reflection. Why was the host so obsessed with pairing her with one of them?
Then she realized something; when she was playing with Sealand, how come she wasn't crushed under the cement and metal-made boy?
A while later Austria played a song which gave an atmosphere of dancing. For some reason they started a ball where a few nations paired up for traditional group dancing and others screwed around or fell asleep somewhere.
There weren't a lot of females (and they couldn't find Amy-she feels embarrassed since she never danced) but they managed to get boys to replace the missing femininity... well they were more like force to; France, Poland and Finland got turned into girls with dresses by the clouds. Once they got rid of the embarrassment they all had fun...
[EXITING WORLD]
*If you want to know more check up the theory of Bering.
**I don't know what it really means in English but it's a Quebecer expression usually attributed to a sweet or adorable male child, but sometimes to an adorable adult (male again).
***Famous Canadian artists for their style of painting about nature or Canadian villages.
****Greek god of sleep.
Tell me if I forgot anything!
Within the gap I thought of shortening the story a bit, make it on /25 instead of /50. Give me your opinion on that.
Like I say so many times... REVIEW PLEASE! You can even complain on my gap... or on how you love chocolate...
And here goes the longest part...
Points:
Amy: 7/50
Veneziano: 9/50
Romano: 9/50
Germany: 6/50
Prussia: 4/50
Japan: 7/50
America: 9/50
Canada: 10/50 In second place right now!
Russia: 12/50 In first place right now!
China: 3/50
England: 5/50
France: 0/50 In last place right now! XD I shouldn't be mean towards him...
Sealand: 1/50
Estonia: 1/50
Latvia: 1/50
Lithuania: 1/50
Poland: 1/50
Finland: 1/50
Sweden: 5/50
Norway: 5/50
Iceland: 3/50
Denmark: 9/50
Spain: 6/50
Hungary: 4/50
Austria: 6/50
South Korea: 3/50
Greece: 3/50
Turkey: 1/50
Belgium: 3/50
Netherlands: 3/50
Switzerland: 5/50
Liechtenstein: 7/50