Here it is the final chapter! The sequal will be made, this is just the beginning of the story.
Again!
WARNING: there is an oc in this story and it can be slight scotlandxoc, there is a stupid city in this story, malexmale, usuk, FrancexScotland, PruCan, etc., 2p!Hetalia characters
If you see something wrong tell me and I'll try fixing it as soon as I can!
I do not own hetalia.
"Smooch..."
Chapter Eight: My Dear Brothers
Matthew stared at this other man. He was taller than him, colder; it honestly scared him yet he wasn't frightened. Mikey, is what he said his name was. He supposed it was fitting. Right now the other was walking around him curiously, but with a straight face. Matt guessed this was how he showed curiosity. Mikey stopped in front of him, then looked over at Alfred, who smiled. Matt smiled at him too, this seemed to make Mikey stiffen, nervous.
Matthew thought it was amusing to read his trains of thought. He'd been practicing a lot lately with Noelle. He thought for a moment or two, examining the small bits and pieces he plucked from this one's mind. He was very young, and despite his apathy; he was terrified of this big city. Matt saw frightening red eyes and laughter in one of the thoughts, which made him shake his head.
"What can you do?" Matt asked, tilting his head slightly at his counterpart.
"Oh…" Mikey said. He looked down for a moment before walking around. He grabbed a broom and took the top off of it. He banged it against the counter lightly to make sure it was metal. He turned and looked at Noelle who sat happily on the couch, reading a book with Seamus. She looked up and Mikey motioned her over.
Noelle smiled and went over, then got into a fighting position. Mikey did too and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, holding the grip of the broom tightly. Noelle giggled and hummed, a spark of sound wrapping around her arm creating a sword. She jumped up into the air and came down quick. Mikey held the thin metal up and let it absorb the sound from her sword. Noelle blinked and jumped back looking at her hand where the sword once was, then she clapped happily. She turned around and poked at Seamus, who looked up.
Mikey suddenly stepped away from Seamus once the teen stood up. He blinked and quickly backed away further. The sparking staff still in his hands tightly. Matthew stared confused and tried to get his thought lines. He got one with a little boy with skin so sickly pale that any normal person would be scared for his health. The child looked at Mikey with cold hard dull green eyes with swirls. Matthew blinked, feeling his skin crawl. He went over to Mikey, slowly taking the staff from him. He threw it on the ground to let the sound be absorbed.
"It's ok Seamus, I think you're counterpart has no emotion. Sense we have them our counterparts probably don't experience them very much." Jana said, patting her little brothers head.
"Where's Alistair?" Alfred asked, Jana sighed and frowned.
"He went to see a movie with Francis, Matthew's boyfriend, and some other guy named Antonio."
"What'd they go see?" Dylan asked from the kitchen.
"In The Mouth of Madness." Jana said with a sigh. Noelle shook her head and waved her finger disappointedly. She made many hand gestures and Jana nodded, "I know right! He really should ask first! I wanted to see that movie too!" With that the two girls walked off continuing their weird conversation.
"He's such a hypocrite…" Seamus said quietly, "He says we can't have fun! Then he goes to have fun!"
"It's ok Seamus. Hey I brought all my comic books when me and Matt moved over here, you can read them if you want." Alfred said, smiling at the teen.
"REALLY?" Seamus asked his eyes getting big. He grinned wildly before running full force at Alfred. Alfred quickly grabbed a pillow and covered his chest with it for the sake of Seamus' already screwed up mind. Seamus still ran into him really hard but Alfred supposed his body had become accustomed to running into a titanium wall every time he saw him. "THANK YOU!" he squealed before running off quickly. Alfred looked over and smiled at his brother and Mikey. Would Mikey be his brother too? Mikey wasn't human though…
"What are your powers?" Mikey suddenly asked Matthew.
"Oh," Matt said, he then laughed lightly, "I can read trains of thought, go invisible, and if I really try I can move things… You can tell someone's powers right? Couldn't you have known mine?"
"Yea… It was jumbled though so I got everyone's. Alfred is very strong…. Correct?" Mikey looked over. Alfred nodded, "How… strong?"
"He could lift up this whole building if he wanted to." Matt said flatly, Mikey blinked with no expression.
"Jason… Your counterpart is good with ranged weapons and persuasion… if you come across him don't trust him. Don't let him touch you either." Mikey said, looking at the door. "He has dark skin and red eyes… It's only matter of time before they all grow and are able to use their powers… I left as soon as the last brother woke up…"
"Last brother?"
"Yeah… he… he is good with knives… I don't really know… they were all very weird…" Alfred and Matt looked at each other silently.
Arthur sighed as he stood outside of the theatre quietly. His brother had just called him moments ago to come pick him up. His brother was bound to be drunk or SOMETHING, hanging out with that pervert of a Frenchman. He wouldn't doubt if they had shagged in a bathroom. Maybe they were doing that now? Arthur shook his head and started walking towards the theatre door when he was tackled by a man.
"There you are!" sang a voice, Arthur narrowed his eyes at the man.
"Alistair! Get off me! You should have been out here 30 minutes ago and instead you decided to shag with Francis again!" Arthur growled, standing up when the man let him go. He turned and glared, then froze. This was not his brother…
"You aren't Ollie…" the man said, he looked just like Alistair but was… different. The man suddenly narrowed bright green eyes with some type of swirl and ran forwards.
Arthur instantly flung his wings out and jumped into the air. He spread his wings and dodged the jagged ax that had come hurdling towards him just moments before he left the ground. He stared down at the other who stared up with wide astonished eyes. He blinked, simply staring in wonder. Arthur examined the other. His clothing was nothing but white scrubs. Arthur remembered being dressed in them before…
"Your name…" Arthur said, starting to feel superior to him because of his reaction. The other looked down quickly and hesitated.
"Allen…" He spoke quietly. Then looked over when the theatre door opened. Again the counterpart froze and he tensed up.
Suddenly Alistair was in view, a stern face. Allen raised his ax again and ran towards Alistair bringing it down on his arm. Arthur swallowed in relief when he heard the ax only hit metal. Alistair flared his wings and jumped back, not into the air but did glide to make a distance. His counterpart squealed in utter anger. He stomped his feet and whined, honestly Arthur thought it was amusing. Alistair was not as amused, he pointed his arm at the other.
"You either fight right now or I tear you to pieces." Alistair spoke darkly, which made Arthur cringe. Allen blinked and stepped back, his eyes narrowing.
The counterpart charged forwards at a speed Arthur couldn't imagine. It wasn't as fast as Alfred but fast. Alistair sidestepped but the counterpart manages to slice the sleeve of his coat. Alistair swung his arm in front of him cutting the others ear and cheek. Arthur began to breath, terrified for his brother. He dove down as the counterpart regained composure and grasped his brother's shoulders with the intention of flying off with him. Instead he felt his body change shape and glow. Arthur blinked feeling himself and his brother merge together.
Arthur squealed and looked around to see a hideous reflection of the merged version of him and his brother. Arthur gulped and Alistair flipped his shits. Together they had strawberry blonde hair which was so unfitting and stupid. On their back were two sets of wings, one black and one white. What was odd though was that they were glowing gold. During the confusion the counterpart took this moment to attack. Alistair quickly willed the body to turn and block with ease, Arthur made use of the other arm and placed it on the sword. The attached weapon began to glow and when it sliced at the counterpart, even though the sword missed the light swing forwards like a whip.
With a slap the counterpart screeched and held his face. It swelled up and bled furiously. Another screech sounded and Alistair and Arthur looked over to see woman with bright orange hair run over. She helped the counter up and glared at the others. Her eyes a bright turquois with pink swirls, she hissed and picked up the now bawling man, then ran off.
Alistair sighed and combed the hair back, "Ok Arthur you can get out now…"
"uhm…"
"What? I feel weird… please get out!"
"I DON'T KNOW HOW!"
Alfred looked at the person who came in fretting and flipping tables. They talked like two people in one body. Alfred recognized the two sets of wings and blinked. He furrowed in confusion, staring at the two. Matthew was attempting to calm this person down. His brother looked at him worriedly.
"Somehow Arthur and Alistair merged bodies."
"EW ARTHUR!" Alfred said running over. "Why are you getting that intimate with your brother!"
"WE AREN'T INTIMATE LIKE THAT YOU MOTHER FUCKING WANKA!" they both screamed, Alfred winced and covered his ears. "Oh my god Alfred I'm sorry!" Arthur fretted, but Alistair stopped him from going over. Seamus then ran into the room. Alistair and Arthur stepped back as the boy jumped them, slamming them into the wall. There was a light and both boys fell to the floor.
Arthur breathed and whimpered. He curled up on the ground and trembled. Alistair did similar, only he shook and groaned in pain. Alfred quickly went over to his partner and held him close. Jana went over to Alistair and checked him over. Alfred petted Arthur's head gently and picked him up off of the floor gently, but froze when he called out in pain.
"Be careful Alfred, It probably feels like they were torn into pieces. Take him to his or your room, he needs supervision either way…" Matthew said as he helped Jana and Noelle with Alistair. Noelle made hand gestures towards Jana and she nodded.
"Dylan can watch Alistair tonight. I'll take care of Seamus he seems pretty upset too." Jana said, she went over to her brother who was rocking back and forth whispering to himself. She slowly embraced him and helped him up. "Matt, Noelle, get him up to Dylan's room."
"Shh," Jana said petting her little brother, rocking him back and forth on his bed, "Shh it'll be okay. Everything will be ok…"
Jana knew she wasn't helping as she rubbed his back gently. She'd been upset from the beginning of this huge mess. Her poor baby brothers, and Alistair… Watching her baby brother slowly become unhinged day by day; nothing seemed to help. Now all these weird things were happening, all these weird feeling, and other selves. She felt Seamus weep and sob, all she could do was tremble. She couldn't continue like this though, it wasn't good for him… She needed to think of something positive…
"Jana!" called a voice. The girl opened her eyes to see her mother in the doorway. The woman had a small irritated face, but she then smiled and came over. Jana quickly sat up and watched her mother closely, "It's rainy today again!"
"Awe…" Jana said looking out her window. She frowned deeply then looked at her happy mother, wondering why she was so excited.
"Do you know what this means?"
"Not going to play outside…" Jana quickly answered. Her mother laughed and hugged her close.
"No silly!" The woman giggled, "Remember what your dad said? On rainy days the boys get to clean the house, and guess what we get to do?"
"What?" Jana asked, excited about the fact she didn't have to do the dishes or cook.
"This means we get to play dress up!" Jana squealed happily and jumped around in a circle. She ran up to her mother and laid her head on her rounded stomach.
"Dylan! Me and momma are gonna have fun today! Right momma? It's so fun playing dress up!"
"Yes it is! Common now, let's find a proper dress your big brother can wear, then we can find the prettiest apron for daddy!"
Jana smiled when she heard her little brother chuckle in her arms as she thought of the fond memory. Alistair would kill her if she ever told anyone about how lovely he had looked in that blue dress. She rubbed Seamus' back and nuzzled him. Tapping her finger on his nose, despite his age he was still her baby brother. Jana hummed and let her brother go, letting herself be filled with happy emotions.
"Thank you…" Seamus said.
"It isn't a problem Seamus. Now… I got this idea. You know how Alistair's new friend is a designer? Well do you want to help design costumes?"
"You really like to pick cloths out for people," Seamus said with a smile. Jana grinned.
"Dress up is my favorite game."
"Smooch..."
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