Angel Of Darkness
Book Two: Fifty shades of pitch black
Chapter Two: On The Surface
Disclaimer: You know the drill, don't own it.
Warning: Massive amount of gore, almost an M, swearing, depressing stuff, not for the light-hearted O_O (Why is a twelve year old writing this again?)
I think I am going to have a plot twist really soon….
Oops, sorry for spoiler.
I am getting really lazy, I do apologize for the lateness. :|
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America's P.O.V, Diary Format
November, X, XXXX
On the surface, nobody knows what I can and can't do. I am smarter than the eye can see. I have been keeping this journal to keep tack of Britain, also known as Arthur. I have also been keeping an eye on the people around here, very interesting, and intense.
His friend(s?)- He seems to have a unhealthy amount of scary looking friends, for some fucked up reason they come from his mirror or the forest in his backyard. He also still talks to his imaginary friends.
But according to me, their a bit more demonic. My ass of a double ganger, Allan, ever since I almost went insane due to Oliver's cupcakes, he has continued to sleep with Arthur. A/N Not in that way you pervert XD
Strangely, the night I slept with him, he went to sleep almost immediately, but with Allanapparently, he seems to get no sleep at all.
Habits? - Does not eat, what-so-ever. All the two weeks I have been here, haven't seem him eat once. He isn't quite as… Mad… As I first saw him… I have learned that that other him, is just a shell. Checkerboards and killing people isn't just insanity, no, it's a stereotype. The true form is just… Dark… Sad…
He goes out a lot, and he brings back weird stuff. A piece of a white bow, a ripped up red bow, a lock of slightly long strand of curly auburn hair, a new axe, which the Axe Twins ( Hidari and Migi ) are jealous of. I don't understand this but every time he brings his weapons, they came back taller and full.
No, I refuse to admit he goes out to kill people, no. Killing Italy was just a mistake… I hope. He also has an album from what I can rarely ever see,, and for some reason he carries around a black marker. He X's a picture sometimes… I don't understand why.
Luckily his true colors are coming back; I guess magic doesn't last forever. But something is not quite right, his eyes are so dull.
Possible Chance of reuniting him with the world? - Not yet, I got to cure his depression, madness, ect. We have a long way to go, but as long as he follows though, it will go fine.
Chance of Nations sending him away?- I have received texts from various nations, several of the main countries are missing. A icon is craved on the meeting table, it's a X entwining with a circle. I can't accept he is doing this, I bet its just some mishaps.
Over All: Still trying to figure out what's going on with him.
The dirty blonde closed his book. He looked around in his clean, white, bedroom. The nation placed the leather bound book on his bedside. Alfred placed a slightly tan hand on his angelic, rounded chin.
'How can I fix this?' Thoughts staidly flowed though his mind. 'I guess this is no longer for me, its for him.'
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World Meeting (Warning the power of OCC-ness will scare you)
Silence, rare, but lonely was heavy in the meeting room.
Any nation would be thanking god for this in another situation, but they couldn't risk getting the German in front of them angry. His ice blue eyes, are cold and vacant, his light blonde hair is slightly messy.
He broke the barrier between the silence.
"More are missing…. This mark, is made by 'Sclanke Menschen', the creature of no face.." The German traced the circle, the other nations slightly paled, guessing who this was.
An angry, Spaniard, slammed a fist on the table. "We need to take care of that bastardo asesino! He killed my poco de tomate! I say we bring him to his own despair!" Nods, grunts, and cheers were heard from all expect a few. The dark browned haired Japanese man stayed silent, France looked away, the ginger-blonde Canadian stared furiously at the people around him, and the group of red heads was arguing with the people next to him.
"Everyone! Shut up! Listen to my awesome voice!" Prussia successfully grabbed the countries attention. "Let us all take a vote, since Ludwig is so wrapped up in his lack of hair gel." Germany narrowed his eyes as the mention of his human name.
"Thank you, bruder. I'll take it from here. In all favor of dismissing the argument, raise your hand." A healthy amount of hands rose in the air. "All in favor of bringing Grobritannien down, raise you hand now." A huge amount of hands shot up.
Chaos was insured. The Kirkland brother were attacking some of the nations, France and Canada were battling some Midwestern countries, Japan was trying to calm everyone down.
Just then, a door slammed, everyone paused and looked up.
A little girl in a maid's dress stood frighten, she was trembling so hard, her tray in her paled, skinny hands were shaking.
"I h-have your food, sirs." She worded shakily. The young female held out a tray of various international foods.
"Thank you dear, aru, I'll take it from here." A slightly feminine man, with a long ponytail gracefully lifted the tray out of the child's hands, and returned her a small stuffed panda.
The Chinese male, left the door way and headed for the meeting table as the happy girl raced out, trailing German words out the door.
China, then, immediately, replaced his smile, with a scowl.
He slammed the tray of goodies on the table.
"You see what you guys are doing!? You are even scaring the humans, aru! I think, Germany, you are no longer fit to be the head of the meetings. Your mind is clouded by grief." Germany's eyes flashed anger and he opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off "Germany, I think he is right.." A quiet voice came behind the furious German.
"Japan, Kiku, not you too.." Japan still remained emotionless.
"As for the rest of you, all of you children, the meeting is dismissed, aru." Yao shooed the grumbling younger nations out only to stop by a grim Russian.
"Ivan, I am sorry about you loss aru, but next time, try to not smash someone's head open, understood?" Ivan bored into Yao's eyes with stone cold, misty purple gems.
"Da." He replied shortly and moved from his seat, dragging an annoyed China behind him.
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The home was blanketed with a cotton blanket of snow, covering the patch of land in a deifying silence.
One figure lay in the mix of white, with grayish-blonde hair, and burned-out green emeralds. Long, jagged, sickly-white wings were laid out, bathing in the non-existent sun.
The nation stared into the storm gray sky and watched the small clear, crystals fall from the heavens above.
He sat up, abruptly, and poked his numb fingers around his pocket until he pricked something sharp. Grabbing the blade carefully, and tugged it out and wrapped in his palm,
Arthur, folded his wings and held the weapon by the handle and pressed into his face, tracing over the scar he had after his so called boy friend sliced a permanent smile into his cheeks.
The cool steel of the blade, was practically begging to slice though, the nation had no choice. The weapon ripped though, cleanly jutting though the meat of the cheek and pricking his tongue. Soon enough, a wave of crimson poured out of the side of his face, Arthur let out a whimper and sliced his way to the corner of his mouth, connecting the invisible line he had traced before.
Then, he glided the tool onto the other side, once again a splatter of red, mirrored the white, and pale complexion on the male.
White and red were mixed on the ground, along with the salt of tears.
On the surface, you can look refined and sane, but on the inside, you always have that inter-demon, lurking, waiting for a chance to strikes it's prey, and when it does.
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Let us just hope, your surface will not shatter
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A/N
See, I got a new writing style! But err, there is a down side to this style, although it is described in more intense details and has more of plot and cleverness added into it, its going to be much shorter chapters and a lot more points and details, with a touch of intelligence.
Whoa, I feel old… Anywho, I am going to make short Author's notes and spend more time, on making this make sense and being realistic.
Guys, it's a official, I now am updating three stories ( and a blog ) a week, I have about ten or nine FFN friends, started a Facebook, and keeping up with my bestie on YouTube. Also, going to New York, At Hetalia Day 2013 in New York City! I will be cosplaying as North Italy and will have the accompany of my Mum. Anybody going to New York of the 26, of this month, for Hetalia Day who wants to meet up, please PM, leave a review, or contact me at Hannah Smith on facebook. ( Note: If you awesome guys want to add me on Facebook, please leave me a message saying who you are, I don't want to have a heart attack.. :| )