Ohmygosh, it's been so long since I updated anything. So sorry, school started and I was busied with homework asdfghfeddf... anyways, here's chapter 10! I don't own Hetalia or 2p!Hetalia. Enjoy~!
? P.O.V.
I watched them all scurry around like mice from the safety of the omnipresent darkness. I laughed silently, insanely to myself. No one had any idea I was behind this chaos. No one had any idea the plans I had for this mad world, once I was freed from the black veil where I was cast down so long ago.
No one would realize until it's to late. I continued laughing and laughing at the images of the destruction I had caused, swirling round and round in my head. The burning flames of hatred that have branded my heart would soon give rise to a new world. My world. Where I would be the great queen I once was and nobody would have a bad word to say against me. Nobody would be allowed too.
I would live once again and those I'd used to get there would be tossed aside. The thought of their bloodcurdling screams made me giddy with excitement. This world would end and I will leave no trace of it. The humans would be imprisoned in a dream land and I would live. I would hold onto the small wisps of life and force them to burn brighter, becoming an eternal conflagration so as to never let myself be imprisoned again.
"Madam," a familiar voice called to me. In my sights was a small British man, with a bright blue bow tie.
"What is it Arthur?" I asked, looking down at him.
"We have the Italian man," he responded with a grin.
"Perfect~ Now we have bait for the others," I smiled, bearing a wolfish grin. As Arthur walked away, I fell back on plotting and planning my deconstruction of this pitiful world. All their petty worries would soon leave them and make way for more practical one's. One's of survival and self preservation.
I would rule them and only I would be able to save them from the horror's I would behold to them. They will look upon me as they're savior and those who oppose me shall be made an example of. For now, I lay in wait of the day my dreams become reality. I lie in my stupor, dreaming, always dreaming, and remembering the days I was great.
I never did want to be forgotten and I tried oh, so hard to not disappear. It was Arthur who cast me off into this suffocating hell in which I rot and writhe in pain, centuries old. My memories dear to me, as they are the only color I see now. I remember the vivid crimson's and deep blue's, the emerald greens and shining yellows, and I hold these colors dear to me.
When I rise from my black abyss, nothing will be left, but a small sad dream. The question is will it be hope? Or something worse?
This is short, but I put a lot of work into writing it. I've dropped you some clues about who the mystery person might be, so take your best guess :3 it's pretty obvious. Review please! I appreciate constructive criticism (as long as you're not to harsh).