Late night playing Stanley Parable and Killing Floor on Steam + massive amount of energy drinks+ writing requested story+ Deviant art stuff+ passing out on my laptop in the early hours in morning + Chores+ other life related stuff + playing around with deviant stuff again = Sleepy me right now... I need more energy drinks or coffee XD
Random person: Why thank you! I hope you'll enjoy this one too! *fist pumps the air*
Mystery fan: *bows back happily to you* You're welcome, Comrade :D Love the little RP there with the rest of the Allies, that made me ROFL XD I haven't forgotten about them this time.
Green Eye: ROFL! XD that's what was playing in my mind the WHOLE time the Reader was chasing Prussia XD and Thank you! *gives you double thumbs up*
Also thank you to Alice-in-Wonderland-fan888 for favoriting me as their favorite author! *Victory dance and high-fives you*
Warning: Impending doom of multiple types of fanservices and violation of fourth wall breakages up ahead
*Le dramatic music* Hmm... going French there I see :P
This not-to-be-taken-seriously ReaderXAlliesXAxis goes to the Awesome Random Person
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Himaruya Hidekazu owns Hetalia!
And so we begin our story here, in the mist of action. On a certain island that we are so familiar with…
You threw your book at China's head as he tried to enter the tent. 'Get back!' you threaten as you and Italy were cornered.
'Aiyah! That was painful! Why you do that for?' China complained as his Russian friend join him.
'You will come with us, da?' Italy pulled his white flag out as the two of you were marched out of the building.
Taking on the two superpowers by yourself seemed suicidal for someone with a weak army at your disposal. Resources and wealth on the other hand…
'!?' You gasped as you were thrown over someone's back. He laughed heroically, giving the thumbs up to his allies.
'Help!' You yelled over the fighting.
'Ve!? Bella!' Italy cried waving his white flag intensely, catching Germany's and Japan's instant attention.
'Don't just stand there! Save me!' you yelled as your captors made a run for it.
Germany crossed his arms and shook his head in irritation.
'But the author tord us not to save you-' Japan said as they all watch you being carried away by their enemies.
…
Why? You ask, Well didn't I say that this story is going to be about you being a damsel in distress … huh? You don't want to be one? Well… that, uh … changes things.
Hmm, let me see… well I can't change the fact that you are kidnapped so… ahem.
…
You decided be unnaturally obedient to your captors.
'Get your hands off me! I demand to know why I was kidnapped!' You retaliated, hitting the Frenchie that was too close for your comfort.
Uh… did you not hear me when I said the words OBEDIENT? No? Alright then. I'll let you off this time.
'Ow! That hurt Ma Cherie!' France cried, holding his hand that was once near your military skirt.
'My, my, this one is feisty… I like it,' England said as he gazed at you.
That wasn't in the script for the story! What did I say before? NO FANSERVICE!
'Oh? Uh… That's what you get, FROG!' England yelled at France. France tsk at England before proceeding to insult one another like usual.
Much better… it's not OOC and no fanservicing.
You rolled your eyes at the intrusion of the fourth wall before thinking of a way out of this mess. America, the one that had grabbed you in the first place, entered the scene.
'You belong to us now _! So you better behave and obey our orders!' He declared. The others looked at you for an answer.
You weren't prepared to just give in like that, oh no, you were going to have to fight your way out of this even if it's the last thing you do –
'Ok,' you calmly replied.
…
Wait… What?
Oh.
I see where this is going…
Ignore the author's narrating skills why don't you? Create your own path. It's not like I had the whole story paved out all for YOU! …
Ahem… My apologises, let us continue the story shall we?
…
You frown at the author but said nothing. Geez, what's her problem? You thought as the others continued to bicker over who has full ownership over you.
I have no quarrels at all, other than the fact that you are not following the story I have created for you.
YIKES! You thought in panic. She READS minds!
Deciding it was best not to listen to the narrator's voice any longer, you got up and joined them around the fireplace.
'_! yes you! What are you good at?' America demanded.
'Uh… Cooking?' you slowly replied, China nodded to himself. France grinned for some reason that escapes you.
'What else, aru?'
'Sewing,' England looked up and was going to say something but thought better of it.
'Reading books and chess,' they all looked at each other.
'So I guess your resources are what makes you an ideal ally to the Axis?' Russia commented.
You frown, well that's an insult to my intelligence.
Well if you had listen and followed to what I was narrating, it would have been so much better.
You glared at the darkening sky, trying to aim it at the unseen narrator. Looking back down, the rest of your captors had gone off to what they were doing… which wasn't much.
France was arguing with China, battling over the ladle, Russia and America were in the far corner of the camp, arm wrestling and betting on something.
England was busy in his tent doing something with his hands. It was hard to tell from the illumination from within the tent but it looked like…
You could not help but tsk to yourself at the massive chaos that emitted around you. Someone beside you agreed by sighing.
You fell off the log in sudden shock. Where did he come from?!
Peering at him, you could have mistaken him for America but his purple eyes gave away that he was not him. He looked at you hesitantly before pulling his hand out, you looked at his gloved hand before taking it.
'I'm sorry that I scared you,' he whispered.
You titled your head before smiling. He seems decent. 'It's alright, um, I'm _ and you are?'
And cue the fanservice.
He took your hand gently and kissed it, 'I am Canada, a pleasure to meet you.'
You smiled.
England popped his head out of the tent, 'I thought you said no fanservice?!'
Please refrain from breaking the fourth wall and get back to your needlework.
England screwed his face at the invisible, nasty narrator before muttering very ungentlemanly things about her.
Canada and you looked away from England retreating into his tent and back at each other, 'So why are you here?' you asked.
'I'm here to make sure you don't escape,'
'Oh...' you replied slightly disappointed. Canada looked away from you.
'I-I heard you like to read, um…' You watch as he pull out a leather covered book, 'Would you like to read it with me?'
Aww… so much Canada Fanservice.
'I would like to cook in peace, thank you!' China yelled as he looked at the sky, France mumbled something inaudible before turning over, a large red bump on his silky head was self-explanatory as to who had won.
I shall proceed as I wish, thank you very not so much.
'Ha! I won!' America fist pumped.
'That was only because I need to use the men's room, da,' Russia replied happily before disappearing into the woods.
'WHAT?! No fair! This hero wants a rematch!' America declared for anyone who was listening.
'Shut it will you?!' England yelled, getting out of his tent.
'But why Iggy?' America asked, England's eyebrows twitched. 'W-what did I say about c-calling me that?'
England and America drew closer. You stopped reading the book and looked over at the two before nudging at Canada.
… What did I say about this?
China pretended not to be interested as he spiced up his dishes. France continued to snore throughout the whole thing, missing out on some dirt on the two nations.
GAH! NO FANSERVICES FOR THE READERS! FOR THE LAST TIME!
They stopped. Looking at each other awkwardly, Russia made his reappearance, 'Did Someone say fanservice?'
You and Canada chuckled. Being kidnapped by these guys isn't that bad…
Yes, prefect, the Stockholm syndrome is working…
What? You questioned.
Oh nothing that you should be worrying that pretty little head of yours about.
Frowning you turned back to the book in Canada's hands, you didn't like this narrator one bit. Something in the bushes caught your attention.
'Ve~! Give _ back to us!' He cried as he ran out of the bushes.
Germany face-palmed at his plan failing as Japan withdrew his sword.
'Aiyah! I just finished cooking!' China complained throwing his frustrated hands in the air.
The Axis swiftly took to action on saving their fellow ally. Both opposing groups prepared to viciously fight over you.
'Huh? What did moi missed?' France asked, lifting his head from the floor before grasping his head in pain. 'Ow! My head,'
Remembering who knocked him unconscious, he turned to China, ignoring the Axis attacking. 'How dare you! You ruined my beautiful hair!'
Uh… That's not how its-
France crash tackled China into the cold ground.
HEY! Why are you not listening to the maker of this story?!
Both the Allies and Axis stopped fighting and watched the scuffle. They even took bets on who would win.
… That is it! I cannot tolerate this any longer!
The skies darken to that of blood red, the winds blow harshly as Italy squealed and hid behind Germany. Japan calmly watched as he brushed a stray hair away from his face.
They all looked at the two enormous bright red eyes.
Now you will face the wrath of an AUTHOR! Muhahahahaha!
Suddenly everything stopped.
?
…
Hold on a minute … I step out for a few hours and I come back to this?
Huh? Who are you?
The REAL author of this story and who exactly are you?
B-but I'm the author of this story! – Wait! Hang on! You can't just throw me out of the story now! It's almost the ending! HEY-
Good riddance, she was starting to get on my nerves… now where were we? Ah, right. And so with our beloved reader rescued, she was relieved to see her allies once again.
…
What on earth just happened? You shook your head as the scene dissolved and changed.
The sun beamed brightly as everything return to normal. Looking over to your allies, you smiled.
'I'm so glad to be back with you guys!' you cried, clinging onto the three of them.
'Ja, just don't get easily captured next time, ve vill not be saving you again! The same goes for you ITALY!'
'I sharr refrain myserf from speaking but I need my PERSONAL SPACE!'
'Ve~! I'm-a glad you are-a safe, bella! Shall we-a make pasta?'
You laughed as you all walked back, 'Certainly,'
…
Hey! Let me in! I demand you!
Pfft… Yeah right, Miss Italic Bold, that practically screams 'I'm so important! Oh look at me!'
You're just envious that I would be noticed more than you!
Says the one outside of the story! Ha!
...
'You know dudes, I kinda feel left out a bit,' America turned to the others. Canada stood beside France, cuddling his bear.
'Da,' Russia agreed before trying to locate his vodka somewhere in his coat.
'Oui!' France cried dramatically, even pulling off the sparkles.
'But we were in the main story, you git!' England complained. America flinched.
'Ouch! That hurt, dude…' England's frown soften a bit at America's puppy eyes.
'I am not even going to comment at all!' China declared as he decided to munch on his snacks. France moved the protesting America and England closer before inquiring.
'Why don't you juzt kizz and make up, oui?'
'No FANSERVICE! Francy pants!' England glared at his annoying companion. Canada laughed to himself, America stared at Canada, startled by his sudden presence.
France smiled before puckering his lips, 'Would you like to kizz me instead?'
'Never FROG!' England pushed France away from him. America laughed at the two feuding nations.
Canada face-palmed. 'Hosers,'
'What does he mean by that being Fanservice?' China asked. Russia shrugged and smiled sweetly before turning to the readers reading this. China backed away from the emitting purple aura as the other allies stopped.
'You will request a one-shot on me soon, da?'
'Or me, eh?' another voice whispered somewhere behind France and the others.
I hope you enjoyed that! As you can probably tell this was influenced by the mind-screwing game, the Stanley Parable (if you never heard of it then it's very similar layout to this one-shot) and no, none of the two narrators are me, I'm the one narrating them and everyone else :D
Narration-inception, anyone?
Well that was my lil' poke of fun at some reader fanfic where they are a damsel-in-distress.
Green Eyes and Mystery Fan: You might want to give me a buffer period of 2-3 days for your story as I can feel the impending doom of Writer's block near my precious imagination. Don't worry though, this will give me time to research more onto 2P!Japan and Liechtenstein and also for thinking from a child's point of view, I don't want to force myself and write half-arse attempts on your requested stories. I'll be sure to write these stories to the best of my abilities and on time! :D
And so to all of you, guys and gals, have a Awesometastic day/night!
Feel free to leave a comment/review, I'm more than happy to read and reply to them :D
Cheers!
CommandoCherry off to make her Taiwan Cosplay outfit and draw some art/fanart for deviant art!