Author's Note: Hello! Here is chapter 9 of 'The Pasta-Loving Reaper and the OCD Nation! A Personality Swap?' Hope you enjoy! (By the way, I also forgot to include poor Crona in the previous chapters, FORGIVE ME! So I'm putting him/her/it in now! :D (Oh yes and I think Crona is a boy so if you think Crona's a girl, than just replace the 'he' with a 'she' in your mind as you read it instead of arguing over whether Crona is a boy or a girl))
I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN PRACTICALLY 2 MONTHS! I've been caught up with school (doing my assignments is a total ass) and I'm working on other fanfics that I plan to publish later. Also, I've decided on how I'm going to work with the multiple fanfics I'm writing, published or not. So, I won't be posting many new fanfics while I'm updating this and my Soul Eater + Scooby Doo crossover 'Humanoid Death and the Abandoned Death City', or more specifically, the only fanfics I am going to/hope to publish while still updating these stories are a Fullmetal Alchemist oneshot, a Fullmetal Alchemist + Soul Eater twoshot and a Soul Eater + Ouran High School Host Club crossover (Secret of the New Host) So, in order to make up for not updating in quite a while, I've made this chapter extra long!
JUST TO BE CLEAR ALSO: This is the REWRITTEN version of chapter 9 rewritten…AGAIN! (A rewrite of a rewrite. I decided the fight scene was still too weird and stupid and I fiddled around with my OC's to make them less annoying because I read over the rewrite and to me they were still very annoying. They're people from reality! They should know not to cackle like insane idiots in public!) as the original chapter had a sue-dodgy fight scene (I was afraid of how to make my OC's fight without making them become Mary Sues on accident) and after experimenting a bit on how to avoid Mary Sues, I've come up with a much better fight scene for this chapter that will hopefully satisfy everyone. So really, the only thing changed in this chapter will be the fight scene and the Soul-Eater-world part after that and nothing else.
Chapter 9: Newcomers and Disturbances! Another Problem Arises?
Normal POV
The Soul Eater gang had met up outside the main entrance to the DWMA and walked into the Academy corridors having a friendly chat (Kid of course having to speak very quietly so no one other than the seven heard his voice). But now, Kid wasn't the only one being quiet. Soul spoke nothing and stared plainly and Patty was completely silent instead of laughing in her usual, childish nature.
"Hey Soul" Maka asked. "Are you alright?"
But Soul didn't answer.
Maka looked concerned. Her partner was acting silent just like Kid was at one point. She was snapped out of her thoughts when a friend came running towards them.
It was Crona.
Crona and Ragnarock had left to go on a mission on Sunday, and they had only just arrived back. Maka and Tsubaki greeted Crona kindly and cheerfully.
"Hello Crona!" Maka exclaimed, giving the lavender-haired meister a hug. Crona's cheeks turned a slight pink.
"H-Hello Maka." He greeted with a stutter.
"How was the mission you went on?" Tsubaki asked happily.
"I-it went w-well, th-thank you." Crona replied.
"Oh stop stuttering will ya?!" Ragnarock said, popping out of his meister's back. "It's stupid! Geez you're such a wuss!" he started to hit his meister on the head.
"Ragnarock! Stop!" Crona wailed.
"No way!" Ragnarock replied. He continued to hit Crona on the head until Maka grabbed the demon sword's wrist.
"Stop it Ragnarock." Maka commanded.
"Or what?" Ragnarock asked in a teasing 'I-don't-care' tone. "It's not like this wuss can even stand up to me!" he continued to hit Crona.
"Ragnarock!" Crona whined.
Maka CHOP!
Maka slammed the book down on Ragnarock's head, but Ragnarock was too busy hitting Crona to see it coming, so he didn't have time to use Crona as a shield and ended up with, for an occasional time, a dent in his head with black blood spurting out and solidifying like a frozen fountain (being that Ragnarock's blood is black blood). Ragnarock quickly retreated back into Crona's body and Maka patted the demon sword meister lightly on the shoulder.
"There, he's gone." Maka said soothingly. "He won't bother you for a while."
Crona was shaking, and he looked straight in Maka's eyes, which would be difficult for him to do to anyone else.
"Th-th-thank you." He stuttered.
"No problem!" Maka replied cheerfully.
"Come on." said Tsubaki. "We better get going to class!"
Everyone nodded and walked into the class room, taking their seats as Stein prepared yet another dissection.
~Time Skip
Once class was over, the eight of them (nine counting Ragnarock, who was still sulking inside Crona's body) sat down at a table in the cafeteria for break. Soul and Patty were still oddly silent.
"Hey Soul, what's wrong?" Maka asked.
But Soul didn't budge. The scythe just sat there silently.
"Patty?" Liz asked.
But the younger pistol also sat silently, just like Soul.
"Hey, no need to be shy!" Kid said squeaked quietly, which made his new voice sound raspy with the Italian accent. "If something's wrong, you can tell us! I could make you some pasta to help you feel better!"
Soul and Patty didn't budge.
Crona nearly shouted until Maka quickly cupped a hand over his mouth.
"Whoa!" Ragnarock said, quietly coming out of Crona's back. "What the heck happened to his voice? It's really weird and stupid."
"We don't know." Maka replied sensibly, slightly irritated at the demon sword's last remark. "On Sunday his was acting like he wasn't himself at all and to add to that his voice completely changed on Monday."
"Hey Kid," She turned to the now pasta-loving reaper "do you think that they're going through the same thing you did? You know, the voice and behaviour change or something?"
"I don't know." Kid squeaked in reply. "Maybe not. Should we see my father in case?"
"That's a good idea." Tsubaki put in. "We need to take necessary precautions."
So, after break (and getting Stein's permission, which ended up with an annoyed Stein, scalpels stuck into the benches everywhere and Kid cowering and waving a white flag in the corner), everyone walked to the Death Room, Stein came with them.
In the Death Room, Lord Death and Spirit were waiting for them.
"Hiya! What's up?~" Lord Death asked cheerfully.
"Hello Lord Death!" Maka greeted happily.
"Why are you here to report about Kid now?" Death asked. "You should wait until the end of the day."
"We can tell you that while you're here, but that's not why we originally came." The pigtailed scythe meister replied.
"Hmm?" Death cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Maka replied. "Soul and Patty are acting completely silent, and Kid was silent just before his voice completely changed. So we think that Soul and Patty might be going through the same thing Kid did."
"Oh." Death's answer was plain. "Well if they've got the problem too, then that proves that others could get it too, and it could spread, whatever it is."
"Do you think they caught it from Kid?" Black Star asked. "That would make sense though, cuz it'd be pretty easy to catch the 'Italian-accent-pasta-loving-cowardice' from this guy! Then again, I won't be able to catch it, CUZ I'M TOO BIG A STAR! HA HA HA!"
Maka CHOP!
Before anyone knew it, Black Star was on the ground unconscious and had a dent in his head, which was leaking into a collection of blood on the floor.
'That looks like my direct noggin reaper chop…' Lord Death thought. 'And just as effective…'
The awkward silence after the Maka Chop was broken when he spoke.
"Maybe you could try speaking please, Soul, Patty?" Lord Death asked. "We're not going to hurt you."
But Soul and Patty were still silent.
"Ah well then." The older reaper sighed. "Also," he looked at Maka, Soul, Black Star, Tsubaki, Kid, Liz and Patty. "You may have sensed it already, Maka, Kid, but it seems we have unfamiliar souls in the school. We don't know where they came from, but some people have entered the Academy grounds. We want you to find them and bring them here. We don't know who they are, and they could be here for bad business, so you are skipping classes in order to look for the intruders. Once you find them, I want you to bring them here. Understand?"
"Certainly." Maka replied with a nod. "We'll start looking now."
"Well," Stein said. "I have a class to teach, so I'll be off. See ya." and with that, he exited the Death Room.
"You should start looking for those 'new' people now. You'll be able to tell them apart from looking at them, since they won't be in any classes. It will be even easier to find them if they're adults." Lord Death said. "In fact, earlier today Sid and I were in here when four suddenly 'dropped in'. Literally! They fell from the sky!~"
Everyone sweatdropped, even Kid (who didn't do it much because of his new personality). The seven of them left the Death Room and moved into the corridors, discussing a plan to start the search.
"Alright." said Maka. "Here's a plan I just came up with. We split up and search different areas of the campus. Black Star and Tsubaki, you go search the North Block and the main entrance, Soul and I will search the South Block, Kid and Liz will search the East Block and lastly, Patty and Crona will search the West Block. Anyone who finds one of the targets, go to the Death Room immediately. Any questions?"
"Uh yeah." Liz said. "How on Earth are we supposed to know if they're one of the intruders or not?"
"Well," Maka replied. "Lord Death said that as far as he's concerned, there are four intruders, because he saw four. He also stated that they would be wandering the school grounds out of class because they don't attend school here, so we should be safe in knowing who we're dealing with. Now let's go!"
The four groups split up and searched their respective parts of the Academy.
MEANWHILE IN HETALIA
America and the other allies were worried about China's behaviour and decided to call Germany about another meeting, this time not a world one, just one about the 'weird personality and voice' situation.
The meeting was held in a large room and countries were talking about the current problem that started with Italy.
"So dudes," America said loudly. "China is acting weird but he won't say anything. We need to make him talk! Any ideas?"
"I say we try to reason with him." Britain stated simply.
"Reason won't help with this dude!" America replied.
China sat in his chair with a bored look on his face as the Axis and (rest of the) Allies surrounded him.
"I know!" the American exclaimed excitedly. He stood one foot on his chair (which was the chair next to China's) and pulled out a box of chocolate chip cookies seemingly from nowhere (honestly, first the magnifying glass and detective hat, and now cookies? Dammit, how does he even do that?!). He held the box of choc chip cookies high in the air. "HA HA HA!" he yelled.
'Oh god.' thought Germany. 'What on Earth is he up to now?'
"Come on and open that mouth! If you talk I'll give you a cookie!~" America bribed. He pulled a cookie out of the box and waved it in front of China's face. "Come on! It's chocolate chip! And shaped like Hello Kittyyyy~!"
Oh man, was that pushing it! Or so it seemed…
China didn't react at all.
Everyone was flabbergasted. China never turned down or ignored anything Hello Kitty!
America continued to wave the cookie in China's face until the Chinese man pushed the American's hand away.
"You really expect me to eat something shaped like a stupid kitten?" China asked, his voice no longer sounding how it normally did, but instead sounding like the voice of an American teenager. "No way! Man, that's so uncool."
(A/N: China has Soul's voice now! :D)
Everyone jumped back and shouted.
"Oh my..." Japan trailed off, covering his mouth.
"What on Earth?!" Germany exclaimed.
"OH MY GOD DUDE!" America practically screamed.
"It seems China now has a similar problem to Italy." Russia said, looking at Italy, who was adjusting a picture frame to be symmetrical.
"Damn it…" the Italian muttered. "It's still off by five millimetres!"
Everyone stared at Italy blankly, hiding the fact that they were annoyed with the Italian's new OCD. Suddenly, a crazy, loud fit of laughter broke out from the back of the room.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HE'S OCD! HE'S OCD! HAHAHAHAHA!" Lichtenstein laughed in the voice of a childish, American girl (A/N: in Patty's voice).
Everyone shouted in shock again, Switzerland the most shocked, and watched as Lichtenstein pranced over to America and snatched the box of cookies out of his hands.
"OOH!" she exclaimed. "COOKIES! YAY! HAHAHAHAHA! I'M GONNA HAVE A COOKIE EATING PARTY! JOIN MEH! Next time can you get giraffe-shaped ones? PRETTY PWEASE?!" she made puppy dog eyes to America.
"Uh…" America trailed off, feeling uncomfortable about the smaller nation's behaviour.
"Ok!" He finally exclaimed. "YAY! HA HA HA HA HA! DUDE WE'RE HAVING A COOKIE PARTAYYYY!"
America and Lichtenstein proceeded to run around the room like a pair of hyperactive, sugar-high idiots whilst throwing chocolate-chip, Hello-Kitty-shaped cookies all around the room.
"And also apparently Lichtenstein." Britain added onto Russia's previous statement. "Good luck, Switzerland." He patted Switzerland on the shoulder. "Sadly, until we find a cure for this problem, looking after Lichtenstein might be a bit of a handful with her new attitude. You might get a bit stressed."
Switzerland, of course, still standing there unmoving with his jaw reaching the floor (for once), was at loss for words.
(Oh! And Lichtenstein and America were still throwing Hello-Kitty cookies around the room, by the way.)
IN SOUL EATER
The gang had split up and searched the areas of the Academy. Lord Death, Spirit and Stein (who had told the class to quietly study on their own while he went to check out the so-called 'intruders') were in the corridors of the Academy, checking out things themselves. Then they heard a muffled voice come from a broom closet.
"Man! It's actually a good thing I'm so short!" the voice said. (A/N: In an attempted impression of Edward Elric). "See, if I was normal sized, I wouldn't be able to fit and we'd only be able to have only two of us in here, so we'd have to go somewhere else! So it's good I'm small!" a small slapping sound could then be heard from inside the closet. "Gaah! What am I saying?! Not it's not! It's not good that I'm so small! Dammit!"
Lord Death, Spirit and Stein exchanged glances. Who on Earth would hide in a broom closet and talk out loud while in said broom closet? One thing's for sure: They'd have to be pretty stupid.
Stein pulled on the handle of the closet door and neither him, Death or Spirit was expecting what came straight after.
Someone burst out of the closet and ran straight down the corridor.
Lord Death, Stein and Spirit saw that it was Kid, but was it the real Death the Kid?
"IT'S NOT A GOOD THING THAT I'M SO SHOOOORT!" Irene shouted in her best Edward Elric voice, running down the corridor as fast as one could possibly do so in Death the Kid cosplay without the wig flying off.
Eliza came out of the closet in her Liz cosplay and facepalmed, she then ran after Irene. Bridget came out of the closet behind Eliza and was wearing her Maka cosplay. She snickered and then followed suit to Irene and Eliza, disappearing down the corridor. Once they had all gone, the reaper, Death Scythe and 'nutty' Professor all looked at each other, confused.
"Was it just me?" Spirit asked. "Or did Kid really come out of the closet shouting about his height with Liz and my Maka following behind?"
"It wasn't just you." Stein answered blankly. "What I'd like to know though, is why he's concerned about his height. He's not short at all."
"Indeed." Lord Death nodded in agreement. "But his voice and behaviour changed a few days ago, so maybe it just changed again and he's convinced that he's short? Anyhow, we should see how he's faring. Stein, I advise you get to teaching class."
"Right." The scientist nodded in reply and went back to Class Crescent Moon.
Death and Spirit, now just the two of them, followed the path of the so-called 'Kid', 'Liz' and 'Maka'.
When the reaper and Death Scythe made it to where the presence of the three was still, they ended up following the presence all the way to the main entrance. When they got near there though, they didn't need to rely on following their presence.
Because the newcomers' loud shouting made finding them too easy.
Lord Death and Spirit decided to hide behind one of the arches in the skull at the very front of the main entrance, watching the 'intruders' without being physically seen themselves. What they saw was something they did not expect.
To their eyes, it was Black Star and Kid arguing while Liz and Maka were off to Kid's side and Tsubaki was off to Black Star's side. But in reality, while it was really Black Star and Tsubaki, the 'Kid', 'Maka' and 'Liz' were actually just a few cosplayers named Irene, Bridget and Eliza cosplaying as Kid, Maka and Liz, respectively. Shortly after arriving (unnoticed by the people they were watching) to the scene, Lord Death and Spirit were joined in on the eavesdropping by Stein.
"Stein?" Spirit hissed quietly. "I thought you went back to class?"
"Yes." Stein replied. "But I felt the presence (and heard the racket) and came here. Luckily, the class I'm teaching right now is rotating classes to a further inner room. Right now, the classroom is empty."
"Uh ok." Spirit said. "But you have to see this. It's really weird. Kid and Black Star are arguing and Tsubaki, Liz and my gorgeous Maka are watching from the sides." The three looked on as the argument continued out in the sun on the sandy-coloured, bricked surface.
"Do you really think that you could beat a big star like me, Kid?" Black Star teased. "I mean really, I'm a huge star, but suddenly you're so short!"
'What's going on here, anyway? What's a Black Star cosplayer doing in a crazy replica of the DWMA interior and main entrance? Is this some sort of ExpOtaku month-before-con event we got dragged into? Guess I'll just play along, and pull another reference or two for fun…' Irene mused in confusion.
A tick mark popped up on the side of her head.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A TINY LITTLE MIDGET WHO IN THE HEIGHT DEPARTMENT WOULD MAKE AN IDEAL REPLACEMENT FOR EXCALIBUR'S CANE?!" she shouted (A/N: By the way, whenever Irene says these things, she does it in the voice of a certain –ahem 'midget', so I'll make an author's note to say when she starts saying things in Edward Elric's voice (impersonation) and when she goes back to her Death the Kid voice (impersonation), it's not a significant part of the story, just some random reference, so it won't go too far. And yes, I made up that height rant.)
"You!" Black Star answered with a cocky snicker.
Irene growled.
"Shut up!" she shouted.
"Shortie!" Black Star shouted.
"Little flea!" Irene shouted in response. It was Black Star's turn to shout back, and insults flew like birds.
"Stripe-haired garden gnome!"
"Little stick!"
"Tiny shrimp!"
"Tiny germ of germs!"
"Mister tiny bug!"
Irene quickly breathed a deep breath and roared her insult.
"HALF PINT BEAN SPROUT MIDGET!"
"Little reaper!"
"You're a microscopic flea that other microscopic fleas can only see with a microscope!"
"Well you're a little guy I could squash like an ant!"
"Well you're a tiny little midget who hates milk and, even if he did like milk, wouldn't be able to drink it because he's so small he wouldn't reach the top of the glass!"
"Well you're so small that you could swim an Olympic Event in a glass of milk!"
"Well you're so small that Maka wouldn't have to get a book and Maka chop you because you'd be so small that you'd get squashed in between the pages of the book when she closes it to lift it above your head before she chops you!"
"Well you're such a flea that if you got caught by a kishin egg, the kishin egg wouldn't bother eating your soul because it wouldn't even be half of an appetizer, unlike the soul of a big star like me!"
"Hey! You ever tried eating shrimp? If so then you're a CANNIBAL!"
"Sorry, but I'm not interested in you because bean sprout is not on my menu!"
"Well you're so little that you could climb through the eye holes in Shinigami's mask!"
"Well, you're so small that you could be squished in between Blair's boobs without being suffocated!"
"Oh yeah, I'll teach you short! So come show us some Alchemy, Edward Elric!"
"OOH!" Bridget cracked up and snickered with her hand over her mouth. "That has gotta hurt!"
"I don't think Black Star gets that insult." Eliza said.
The insults continued with Black Star, then Irene.
"Little dwarf!"
"Tiny grain of sand that could fit between your eyes!"
"Little bean that'll never grow!"
"TINY LITTLE PERSON WHO COULD GET LOST IN A BAG OF FLOWER AND COULDN'T GO TO THE BEACH BECAUSE HE'D GET STUCK IN THE SAND AND WOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT DROWNING WHEN THE TIDE COMES IN BECAUSE HE'S SO SMALL HE COULD BREATHE OXYGEN FROM THE OXYGEN ATOMS IN THE WATER!" Irene roared the final insult before Black Star turned to Tsubaki.
"We'll settle this Kid, even though I'll win!" The blue haired assassin declared, "Tsubaki, chain-scythe mode!"
Tsubaki nodded reluctantly and transformed in a yellow light. Black Star caught the chain scythes and swung them around before waiting for 'Kid' to get prepared. (Yes, he waited for once, well, at least he tried).
The three cosplayers' eyes opened so wide, that if optical nerves didn't exist, their eyeballs would be effortlessly dropping out of their sockets at that very moment.
The same thought ran through all their heads, though they didn't know they were all thinking the same thing – or "dreaming" the same thing.
'That Tsubaki cosplayer just underwent a REAL WEAPON TRANSFORMATION! Holy crap! Their voices and attitudes sound just like their voices in the Soul Eater English Dub, and the artists who did the replica of the DWMA halls and main entrance must have been absolute masters to make it seem so real… What is going on!? Is this some sort of dream!? It has to be! Slipped, blacked out and dreaming this crazy stuff up! That has to be it! So, does that mean that the Irene/Bridget/Eliza in here are just made up versions of them that I am dreaming up!? God, I'm all alone in this with alternate dream versions of my friends who might do something crazy or dreamy or Soul-Eatery since this is a dream where impossible things could happen like they could turn into kishin demons with claws or tell me something stupid like I'm they're weapon or meister and that I'm crazy for telling them that this is just a dream if I say it aloud!'
"Why are you so shocked?" Back Star raised an eyebrow curiously, "Ah! Of course! You must be so shocked to be privileged enough that your awesome godly friend has finally bothered to fight you! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Irene moved back next to Eliza and Bridget and the three began to huddle.
"We needa do something." Irene whispered, "So what do we do?!
"Frankly," Eliza answered, "I have no damn idea."
'This dream-Eliza acts a lot like the real Eliza…is it because my dreaming-up of her was influenced by how I knew her in real life? If wonder if this dream version of her is part of the Soul Eater universe because I'm dreaming it up or something? Like, what if in my dream she's a meister? Or some psychotic, taloned witch who wants to slaughter me?' For once, Bridget didn't crack up after musing this. This was serious.
"HEY?!" Black Star shouted at the backs of the three cosplayers, "Kid, Liz, Maka, you done having your stupid little huddle?! Your God is waiting!"
"Yeah." Irene went back to talking in her best voice of Death the Kid. "We're done, and that wasn't even twenty seconds long! Now if you'll excuse us for upsetting a certain so-called-not-a-God-at-all God, we have finished." She thought it over.
'There is no way this is real! It really must be some sort or crazy-whacko dream I dreaming! I'm dreaming this, so I guess it's okay to get myself in risky situations cuz it's just a dream, it's not real and I'll wake up. Still, I'm dreaming I meet Black Star… I hate to admit it since he's an egotistic dickhead who would love to be feared for his 'godliness' and I wouldn't want him to have his way, but I'm still nervous…'
"So you gonna use Liz and go get Patty? Or did that stupid voice and personality thing come and go but it took away that OCD of yours?" Black Star asked impatiently.
'What the hell does he mean by 'stupid voice and personality thing taking away Kid's OCD'? Oh man… he thinks I'm the real Death the Kid, not a cosplayer! But still – what personality and voice thing?' the Kid cosplayer thought in confusion, 'And he's expecting me to fight him! Shit…I don't have any proper fighting experience whatsoever! All I know of fighting is "how to escape stranger danger with a loud scream and a kick to the crotch". I'm completely pathetic! But this is only a dream, so I guess I can't get hurt in real life when I wake up, and I can probably dream that I can fight…Or I might not be able to. This is what I'm dreaming, so I might be able to use my imagination to control the dream – make me a good fighter or something, but that's probably stupid and unlikely partially. What if I can't… what do I do?...'
The three were silent in tension.
"I'll take that as a 'no'." the cocky assassin decided. "Let's go! HARGHA!"
He ran straight forward and flung one of the ends of Tsubaki's chain scythe mode at Irene. She jumped out of the way because of pure instinct and the chain scythe caught into the ground where she was once standing. Black Star pulled the chain scythe back out and ran at Irene again, who was now, on the inside, completely horrified.
'SHITSHITSHITSHIT!...Oh my god I jumped out of the way barely! I really can't fight and this is gonna screw me bad! What if I feel pain even when dreaming!?'
This time he landed a kick for Irene's arm. The latter avoided it when she stumbled backwards and fell backwards straight onto her back, Black Star going over the top of her.
'That was way too close! Ah, goddammit! My back hurts now!' tiny tears nearly released from her eyes as she felt the sharp pain go straight up her spine, 'Well, I can obviously feel pain if I'm dreaming! God, I get enough pain from stubbing my toe or falling on my butt or back like this…but the Soul Eater characters can endure much more. HOW THE HELL DO THE CREATORS OF THESE SHOUNEN SERIES MAKE THEIR CHARACTERS NOT SCREAM WHEN THEY'RE IMPALED WITH A FRICKIN KATANA OR SOMETHING!? THE MANGAKAS COMPLETELY IGNORE ALL THE LAWS OF PAIN! Or maybe it's because I never get hurt so I'm pathetically weak to pain…'
Black Star started throwing punches and Irene made an attempt to avoid them rolling around to the side on the ground before hopping up and jumping to the side. She hissed as his fists bruised her leg and shoulder twice in the attempt to avoid injury and stand up.
'This dreamed-up Black Star doesn't know you're not really Kid and is unaware of your bullshit fighting skills, so just act like you might be good; pretend to go through fancy crap that looks like fighting and he might buy the story as silly martial arts or something!...I'm cosplaying as Kid, so I have to try to fight and think like Kid. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic. What he did in episode 6! Do what he did in episode 6 after Black Star tried to hit him with soul wavelength! Eehhh….I'm crap there's no way I'll ever pull that off correctly.'
As Black Star tried to land a punch for her face, Irene did just as she could remember Kid doing, or, as close to the actual thing as she could get. She ducked down and flung out her leg to slide in between Black Star's legs, then balled a fist (since she didn't have any twin guns at that moment) and struck it as hard as she could across Black Star's torso – barely grazing the category of 'moderately hard'; the assassin balled himself up and somersaulted himself up higher out of her reach; which created a gap for Irene to slide under Black Star's previous position and stand up completely.
"Shit." Irene cursed in panic through gritted teeth, as she rubbed her injured thigh. Black Star then started flinging the chain scythe at her again, but Irene ducked down, jumped up, and started to run to avoid the hits just barely, clearly having only near-misses due to the fact that her leg was hindering her.
'This made-up dream Irene's fighting is absolute crap… Well, we're all pathetic.' Eliza thought, 'Should I intervene? I mean, I don't want to get hurt; and I mean – it's not the real Irene…it's just a made up version of her in a dream. The real Irene isn't in my dream lasting, strangely enough, more than two seconds in a fight against an armed Black Star. Is he going easy on her? Is my mind subconsciously controlling my dream so that dream-Irene is surviving?'
'Well, it could have been worse.' Irene thought, trying to prevent what she thought was a "dream" from becoming a "nightmare", 'On the bright side, at least he didn't fire his soul wavelength into me; otherwise it would've hurt a shit-ton more. Compared to his wavelength, enchanted sword, and shadow star, that punch was practically nothing. If you don't count Black Star's physical strength that is. Crap. I need to start attacking or I'm roasted midget. GAAAH! How about a distraction? A reference! A reference! FUUUCK! That's right! This is a dream! I can probably imagine something up and acquire it or something like that! This would be a lot easier if I had Ed or Roy's alchemy or Envy's shapeshifting or Pride's shadow attacks or Wrath's speed or Winry's wrench or Soul's weapon abilities or Kid's reaper abilities or Crona's black blood or Japan's katana or Moka's vampire powers or automail or a kero-ball or sugar sugar rune magic or John Swasey standing in front of me constantly saying in Lord Death's voice 'it's like having three dicks' or that he thinks Death the Kid's mother is Vic Mignogna or Italy's surrender rant and white flags. GAAH! WHY HAVEN'T I WOKEN THE FUCK UP YET!? MAKE THIS END!' then it hit her.
Distract him with an Italy Veneziano surrender rant. Why didn't she think of it earlier?
Heck, why did she even THINK of it in the first place?
She was running out of breath and slowing down; so she stopped immediately and before Black Star's foot hit her on the head, got down on her knees and screamed out – with what little breath she had left – in the best Italy Veneziano voice that she could muster:
"AAAHH! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! AND WHAT IF I DON'T DIE BUTAMJUSTMORTALLYWOUNDEDANDFORCEDTOLIETHEREINMISER YINAPOOLOFMYOWN BLOOD?! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME I'LL DO ANYTHING! I SURRENDER I SURRENDER! PLEASEI'LLDOANYTHINGABSOLUTELYANYTHING BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO DIEEEE!"
Eliza and Bridget both gaped.
'Dream-Irene pulled an Italy surrender rant!'
Lord Death, Spirit and Stein thought that 'Kid' had lost his normal voice and behaviour again for the cowardice and high voice, and so did Black Star and Tsubaki.
"OOH! You wanna surrender huh? Well, can't blame ya. After all, I'm the one who's gonna surpass GOD! HAHAHAHA!" Black Star laughed in a cocky manner.
While he was distracted, Irene had made a shaky and panicked decision – she took this chance to kick Black Star hard in the leg so that he fell over.
'Holy shit have I just fucked my whole life up in that one action!? Hell…'
Black Star got back up with a small stumble in his step and called for Tsubaki to switch to shuriken mode. With a shout, the assassin threw the shuriken and cut the back of Irene's right hand before she stumbled away from the attack clutching her hand, which was spilling blood on her sleeve very quickly.
"GERMANYYY! JAPAAAANNN!" Irene shouted in Italy's voice, face going red from holding in the tears from pain, which were starting to leak slowly out. 'WHY THE HELL IS HE SPARING ME!? I SHOULD NOT HAVE LASTED TWO SECONDS FROM THE START! IS HE PLAYING WITH ME!? HE TAKES FIGHTS MORE SERIOUSLY THAN THIS! THANK THE FUCKING HEAVENS HE IS GOING EASY BUT WHY IS HE GOING EASY!? THAT'S NOT LIKE BLACK STAR! HE'S JUST HIT-AND-WIN! OHMYGODTHEPAINISSOBADI'MGONNACRYIKNOWIT!' She knew Black Star only bought the surrender rant before and wouldn't buy it again, but she had to calm herself down. Besides, Black Star didn't seem confused as to her outburst. The assassin thought that she was the real Death the Kid, so wouldn't he be confused as to why Death the Kid was screaming a cowardly surrender rant in a high voice? It interested Irene as a small speck of intrigue amongst the pain and fear, so she freaked out again Italy Veneziano style in order to try and get some useful-clue reactions out of her opponent. She needed to calm down, and let it out in a surrender rant; making it actually sound genuine because she, on the inside, was genuinely freaking out.
Bridget and Eliza saw Irene's call to 'Germany' and 'Japan' and realized that she was calling for help, so they ran into the fight.
"LOOKS LIKE I'LL HAVE TO LET OUT SOME MORE FORCE AND MAKE IT HARDER!" Black Star roared. Tsubaki switched to ninja knife mode and Black Star jumped around the three as a blur of images.
"SPEED STAR!" he shouted. He reached out and punched Eliza and Irene in the back, sending the two skidding across the ground. Both girls let small growls of pain escape them, Irene's tears completely breaking through and rushing in torrents down her cheeks.
'Oh crap!' Bridget thought desperately, trying not to scream. 'What do I do?!'
"Dammit." Irene cursed as she saw Black Star hit Bridget – who cried out in pain – in the arm and started throwing Tsubaki, who changed to chain scythe mode, all around the Academy entrance (where they were fighting). 'Gaah! If I could manipulate my dream so it changes somehow… It is my dream. You always make up what happens in your dreams! If they were brought up by outside influence instead, then you make up not the basis of the dream, but the outcome and chunks in between, right? Or am I wrong? I know! Some random old Shinigami, I need you! I dream now that a Death Note drops from the sky! And can you PLEASE make it land next to me without landing on my head, Shinigami-who-drops-it!? I'm in enough pain as it is! Damn. Dreaming Death Note won't help in a Soul Eater dream! What if I dream something Soul Eater-ish happens to me? Like I dream I'm a weapon or meister or something? That's it! I'll dream I'm a weapon!' "If only I was a weapon..." she closed her eyes and thought. 'What would I be if I were a weapon? A scythe, halberd, katana? A bladed weapon probably. I like blades over ranged projectile weapons. Shit. We'd be able to do this more easily if at least one of us – the made-up dream versions of Eliza and Bridget – turned out to be a damn weapon in this crazy dream!' A scared Bridget was sent skidding over next to Eliza and Irene by a kick in the side from Black Star. The cocky assassin walked over and smirked at them.
"This is what you get for picking a fight with a big guy!" he said. He brought his fist up and started punching it down on Irene, about to fire his soul wavelength into her; but when his hand hit Irene's arm, he didn't feel soft muscle, but cold steel. It hurt his hand.
Black Star silently grit his teeth, holding his hand which was sore and had a bleeding cut across his fingers like he had slid them across a sharp blade.
Eliza, Bridget and even Irene herself were confused at why Black Star's hand was cut, but when Irene struggled into a squatting position; everyone including Lord Death, Spirit and Stein who were secretly watching the fight all gasped. Even Irene herself did. On Irene's right arm was not the black-with-white-dashes sleeve of her Death the Kid cosplay, but a straight-lined, patterned black and light silver scythe blade.
"What on Earth?! Kiddo is a meister, not a weapon!" Lord Death exclaimed quietly. "Something's not right here. Something's wrong."
Irene realized with shock that her arm had turned into a blade 'Yes! I dreamed I was a weapon and it worked! I'm saved! Ish… Though, the made-up dream Bridget and Eliza seemed shocked about it? Why are they shocked when my mind made these versions of them up and chucked them into my dream of Soul Eater? Shouldn't they be aware of weapon-meister stuff?' suddenly, her body felt strange tingling sensation run through it and she instantly began to panic.
'What the hell!? Irene's glowing silver and she has a scythe arm!' Bridget thought in disbelief, but then realized 'Ah; that's right! I'm only dreaming I'm in Soul Eater and my dream made up dream-versions of Eliza and Irene that aren't actually the real ones; so in my dream the other Eliza and Irene are members of the Soul Eater universe so I could dream that Irene is a weapon or something completely impossible like that.' They watched, with mouths hanging to the floor, as Irene's body changed shape.
Irene's weapon form stopped glowing and Bridget carefully touched the staff of the weapon.
'What if I dream I'm a weapon or a meister? Which one am I in this dream? I mean, there's no way I could use dream-Irene's weapon form since in Soul Eater a meister and weapon must adjust to each other's wavelengths beforehand! There's no way I'll be compatible with her!'
As they just found out, Irene's weapon form was a scythe. It looked a little like Soul's weapon form, but mostly different. It had dual-colouring on the blade like Soul's blade, but instead of a triangular zig-zag pattern coloured crimson and black, Irene's blade had a line going down the centre of the curved blade, and was coloured black on the inner section and light silver on the outer section. Instead of an eye on the heel of the scythe (where the blade and staff of the scythe meet), like Soul's weapon form, Irene's weapon form had a reaper skull on the heel.
The moment Bridget grasped "dream-Irene's" weapon form, it felt like she was carrying a sack of potatoes, or even heavier. It wasn't so heavy that she couldn't pick it up off the ground at all, but Irene's weapon form was too heavy to be used properly in her hands; besides, Bridget had no idea how to even use a scythe.
Black Star's eyes widened with shock and so did Tsubaki's inside her weapon form. Spirit and even Lord Death and Stein were shocked as well.
"No way!" Spirit managed, though with a struggle, to successfully make the words come out as a whisper. "My Maka is wielding Kid?!"
"My Kiddo is a weapon as well as a meister?!" Lord Death exclaimed quietly. "That's not possible! Grim reapers don't have weapon genes!"
"Then how is it possible that Kid can turn into a weapon?" Spirit asked.
"The weapon form is pretty nice looking though!" Lord Death decided to bring up positively. "A scythe! Fitting for a reaper. And its blade is black and light silver, which is very close to the black and white of Kiddo's hair!"
"Not to mention the reaper skull on the heel." Stein added. "Interesting. I wonder if they can resonate? Though that seems to be subject to high doubt, considering that Maka is having trouble picking him up."
'Or whoever these "Maka" and "Kid" really are…'
"N-n-no way!" Black Star shouted in disbelief. "Kid just…turned into a freaking SCYTHE?!"
"You look like you've never seen a demon scythe before or a scythe meister either, despite being friends with one of each." Bridget said in an attempt to give herself confidence through her fear, lifting the scythe back a bit to prepare for the first strike – albeit with much difficulty.
'This is bad!' the Maka cosplayer panicked in her mind, 'That still didn't give me any confidence! Dammit dammit dammit! How do I use a scythe!? Uuuuuuu…it feels awkwarddd….the top is so heavy! How do Maka, Lord Death and Stein even wield scythes!? They are practically the most impractical weapon ever!'
"Black Star," Tsubaki said from inside her weapon form. "Let's go."
Black Star nodded and threw one of the ends of the chain scythe at Bridget.
Bridget held Irene's weapon form up and the thrown end of Tsubaki's chain scythe mode gripped onto the staff of Irene's weapon form.
"Uhh... Bridget..." Irene said quietly and in some confusion, in an impression of Death the Kid that sounded metallic, coming from the weapon. "How the fuck did I just turn into a freaking SCYTHE?!"
"I have no idea..." Bridget said, sweatdropping. "But I'm not sure that our soul wavelengths are very compatible, because in episode 6 of the Soul Eater anime, Black Star tried to pick up Soul's weapon form. However, since their wavelengths were incompatible, Black Star couldn't pick Soul up at all; and in that episode where Black Star, Tsubaki, Maka and Soul battled Free on that bridge in London, Maka's wavelength started to lose compatibility with Soul's and her hands started to burn when she picked Soul's weapon form up. While my hands aren't burning and I can actually pick you up, you're still really heavy and I'm having trouble holding onto you. We must be only slightly working, but mostly failing in the wavelength department."
"But still, you must be a meister, right?" Irene added. Bridget nodded half-heartedly and in slight uncertainty. "I guess so? I'm still nervous about fighting Black Star though. There's no way we can beat him."
'Well, dream-Bridget handled things coolly when I expressed shock…' Irene mused, 'She knows I'm Irene, and this is a dream, so since this dream-version of her lives in Soul Eater in my dream and I've dreamed I'm a weapon, wouldn't she have replied that it's confusing why I'm shocked and that I was always a weapon cuz in this dream I might have dreamed I'm her weapon or something? Ah, damn. She did mention incompatible wavelengths, didn't she? And I'm dreaming she's a meister, but she didn't tell me something like "I've always been a meister, silly!" when I clarified that she must be one. She doesn't know how I became a weapon either… What the fuck is going on exactly in this crazy dream!? Gaah! So confuuused!'
'So, I'm dreaming that Black Star is charging towards us in Soul Eater, I'm dreaming Irene's a weapon, and since I can pick this fake dream-Irene's weapon form up, though with great difficulty, then I must be dreaming that I'm a meister? Man, why haven't I woken up from this dream yet!?' Bridget puzzled over her predicament.
"Ah well, we need a weapon in this fight, I guess…" Irene voiced quietly and shakily to Bridget.
"Did you try to come up with attack ideas before?"
"Yeah; I was praying to a Shinigami to drop a Death Note from the sky to threaten our opponents' lives with – actually; hasn't come yet, but can't get our hopes up too much…"
"Eh?..."
Bridget managed to pull on Tsubaki's chain and haul Black Star towards her. The Maka cosplayer used Irene's scythe blade to continue pulling back in her direction while Black Star pulled in the opposite direction.
"Guys, I'm a chain scythe not a tug-of-war rope!" Tsubaki exclaimed from her weapon form. "Maka, Black Star, please stop!"
Eliza started thinking. 'Dammit! If I don't get out there and end this, Bridget and Irene are gonna call my ass out there! Should I help? I mean, this is only a dream and they're just made-up versions of Bridget and Irene I'm dreaming about; they're not the real ones. It's not like they're the real ones and getting badly injured, but still. Dammit. Stupid. I wonder if I'm dreaming I'm a meister or weapon too…I wonder which one I'm dreaming I am? I need to stop that tug-of-war anyway.'
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW GUYS!" Eliza shouted, bringing her hand down on the middle of Tsubaki's chain. That's when she noticed that in place of her forearm was the thick, shining blade of a Claymore.
Stein raised an eyebrow. "Something is wrong. Liz is a pistol, not a Claymore."
'So, those three are most definitely not Kid, Liz and Maka. Their different souls give that away enough, but I need physical proof for people like Spirit – who have no soul perception abilities at all. Lord Death would have realized the three are imposters by now as well; so it's just Spirit we need to convince. He'll be all doting-parent and saying something like "there's no way that beautiful girl out there is not my darling daughter!" or something along those lines.'
Bridget got very tired of the tug-of-war and Black Star's strength pulled her towards the assassin with one big tug that sent the currently-pigtailed cosplayer flying off her feet with a cry of surprise. The Maka cosplayer tried to hit the Death the Kid cosplayer's scythe form at Black Star in an inexperienced, awkward style akin to how one would hit a piece of rock with a pickaxe, due to the fact that she had little idea of how to even use a scythe and that the weapon was heavy for her, trying to knock Tsubaki out of his hands; but Black Star dodged and Irene's blade dug into the ground where the assassin was previously standing. Black Star delivered kicks that hit Bridget in the face and torso due to her struggling to block with the staff of Irene's scythe form once she, after difficulty, heaved Irene's blade out of the ground and continued trying to attempt fighting. Tsubaki switched to ninja knife mode and Black Star zipped around Bridget and Irene with speed star. He Bridget in the back and pushed her into the ground. Irene's loss of energy caused her body to somehow transform back to human form and she ended up lying on the ground next to Bridget. Eliza roared, her arm still as a Claymore blade (because she didn't know how to turn it back) and ran at Black Star, trying to slash at him, but Black Star blocked the attacks with Tsubaki's ninja knife mode and slashed along Eliza's arm, creating sparks as it hit the Claymore blade of Eliza's forearm and cut a bit down the flesh of her upper arm before Eliza hit the knife away with a roar, unable to contain the pain of the cut. Black Star hit her with a kick to the back and Eliza fell to the ground, her Claymore-bladed forearm transforming back to normal. All three of the assassin's opponents were lying on the ground close to each other.
Black Star frowned.
"Geez; what's wrong, guys? I was even going easy to see what sort of potential the underlings of the godly me still held, and you were completely pathetic! That crazy swap thing affected all three of you and now you're pathetic fighters or something!?"
However, as soon as Tsubaki transformed into her human form, Black Star grinned and started boasting over his win.
"YAHOO! I AM THE ALMIGHTY BLACK STAR AND I WILL ALWAYS BEAT YOU!" he shouted loudly. "YA HAAA! YOU HAVE BEEN BEATEN, MY UNDERLINGS! I AM BLACK STAR! BLACK STAR IS AWESOME! BLACK STAR IS COOL! BLACK STAR IS THE GREATEST ASSASSIN THAT EVER LIVED! BLACK STAR IS-" Black Star was cut off in his rambling when Bridget had struggled back up off the ground right off to Black Star's side and kicked the assassin hard, square in the uh... you know...
Balls.
Black Star started shouting a loud "AIY! AIY! AIY! AIY! AIY!" whilst clutching his jewels and constantly jumping up and down on the spot with his legs together.
"Gotcha right in the balls, motherf*cker!" Irene rasped, a grin starting to twitch onto her tear-stained face as she clutched at her painful injuries whilst snickering to take her mind off the pain. Bridget was doing the same, sitting back down on the ground and wiping away tears whilst grasping desperately to her bruises to apply pressure to the pain. Eliza, sniffing from crying from the pain of the cut on her forearm, walked up to the still-sore-balls-clutching-assassin and brought her uninjured fist across his face.
"THIS IS FOR THE PAIN AND INJURIES, YOU EGOCENTRIC DICKHEAD!" she cried, tears streaming as she gave him the hardest whack she could, watching as blood flowed from his injured nose and his cheeks became stained with a pink fist-mark.
Lord Death, Spirit and Stein came out from behind their hiding place (behind one of the arches of one of the skulls at the main entrance). The three cosplayers turned immediately to the adults as they approached.
"Who are you?" Stein asked in a serious and somewhat threatening way.
"I'm Canada." Irene replied (somewhat) quietly and in shaky fear in a horrible impression of Canada from Hetalia ending with a pained hiss, wringing the skin of her injured arm to try keep more pain away.
Bridget cracked up, hissing as well as more tears threatened to flow from the pain. "Canada from Hetalia!" she chuckled in a raspy voice.
Then there came someone asking the same question as Stein in a squeaky voice, but to whom it was asking the question was unknown, until Irene, Bridget and Eliza heard what the voice sounded like.
"Who are you?" the voice squeaked.
Then there came a reply in a Canada impression that sounded like the real thing.
"I'm Canada."
Everyone turned around to see a man with glasses and a long curl in his hair holding a polar bear cub in his arms. Bridget, Eliza and Irene recognized it as Canada from Hetalia. But no later than Canada spoke, a loud scream, no, a loud squee came from the corridor leading to the school's main entrance, and running out of the DWMA building to outside the main entrance was…
Medusa.
Or was it?
Nope.
It wasn't Medusa, just a certain Medusa cosplayer.
Who also, unluckily (for Canada), was a raving Canada fangirl.
"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Kayla squeed. "CANADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she jumped onto the poor, unnoticed (well, not anymore) nation and glomped him.
"Help me…" Canada whispered in a freaked out voice.
"Oh god, no." Eliza deadpanned, wiping away more old tears.
Irene got annoyed.
"Just shut up and stop fooling around. Can't you see we're in pain here!?"
'Great. Now I'm dreaming about Kayla showing up, too.'
"Uhhh…what the heck is going on here?..." came the familiar voice of Dennis, as he charged out to the entrance dressed in his Lord Death cloak. Suddenly, Bridget pointed behind him.
"What?" Dennis raised an eyebrow. "What'cha pointing at?" suddenly, he turned around and came face to face with the professor, the Death Scythe and the Grim reaper who he himself was currently cosplaying as.
"Ohhhh…"
Jeff, Marline and Marie came running to the main entrance.
"What on earth happened out here?!" Marie gasped.
Jeff sighed. "Looks like we have a battlefield here." He looked over at Irene.
'That's definitely Irene in her Kid cosplay, not the real Death the Kid.' He thought. 'The real Death the Kid would taller than her if he existed in real life. What is this anyway, some sort of strange dream? Then I assume that is Bridget and Eliza over there? Well, we caught up with Dennis and Makayla, at least.'
"What's going on with this crazy stuff anyway? Kid and Maka are never usually wimps at fighting. Although, they kinda are if you're comparing them to my level HAHAHAHAHA!" the assassin with the blue-gravity-defying hair cackled. He looked at Dennis. "Weird, you look like Lord Death."
Dennis sighed, in annoyance and closed his eyes, trying to look like he was calm.
"I feel like giving you a Shinigami chop right here and now!" he slammed one of his thick Lord Death cosplay-gloved hands down on Black Star's head, but it caused little pain and damage anyway. "Can you just shut up now?" he asked in annoyance. "You're raucous cackling is annoying us all to death, already! This…this… – crazy visual reality movie technology or real-feeling dream or whatever – is getting weird enough!"
"Come on, get off him…" sighed the second Marie in a voice different to the actual Marie's as she grabbed the child-possessing "Medusa" off of the frightened young man with the glasses (who seemed, as noticed by Lord Death and Stein, to have a very strange soul of an age beyond human lifespan….).
Lord Death, Spirit, Stein, Black Star, Tsubaki and Marie all stood there blinking.
The person who appeared to be Kid was a demon weapon and not really Kid, both "Kid" and "Maka" were horrible at fighting, "Liz" half-transformed into a Claymore instead of a pistol, "Medusa" in possession of a child's body was excitedly attached onto some strange and quiet young man with a polar bear, a boy wearing an attire exactly like Lord Death's ran out after her and there were two Steins and Maries.
Well, looks like something will need to be explained.
IN HETALIA
"Dudes! Emergency weird-voice-and-behaviour plague alert!" America shouted.
The whole room was currently in uproar.
France and Britain were holding each other up by their collars and shouting at each other's faces, Italy was waving his white flag, screaming a surrender rant and clinging to Germany like a frightened puppy, and other havoc went on.
Germany was about to roar 'EVERYONE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!' in pure fury, when a stranger dressed like a priest wearing ever-present earphones opened the door to the room.
"What is going on in here? Do you require the almighty Death's assistance?" he asked.
Everyone froze…
…
*Crickets noise*
…
"WHEN THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU GET HERE?!"
A/N: FINALLY! HELL YEAH! I GOT THE CHAPPIE UP YAY! :D
Anyway, stay tuned for chapter 10 of 'The Pasta-Loving Reaper and the OCD Nation! A Personality Swap?' Hope you all enjoy! :)
Also, sorry if I went a bit overboard in the references.
If you want me to reference something, than review or PM me :)
By the way, if you are wondering why Italy was acting normal during the meeting when he was supposed to have Kid's personality and voice, then read on and it will be explained in chapter 10. Also, chapter 2 of my Soul Eater + Fullmetal Alchemist twoshot called 'Baby Photos' (which the first chapter of was published when I rewrote this chapter of this fanfic) will be coming soon, so check it out! It's a story focused around Spirit Albarn, Maes Hughes, and, well... baby photos! Along with the first chapter of my Soul Eater + Ouran High School Host Club crossover called 'Secret of the New Host', which will be posted once the second chapter of 'Baby Photos' is published. I have now also removed the Author's Note (the NOTICE thing) in place of the eleventh chapter of THIS fanfic and the eleventh chapter will be coming. I have been made aware by a reviewer that I have slightly forgotten about the Hetalia side of the story, so chapter eleven (this part of the author's note was added in when I rewrote this chapter after posting chapter 10) will be set entirely in the world of Hetalia for a change! I am also currently working on the next chapter of my Soul Eater and Scooby Doo crossover 'Humanoid Death and the Abandoned Death City', which is starting to get a little bit more attention.
GOOD BYE, JOLLY OLD CHAPS!
