Divergence – chapter 11
call this a bonus chapter if you want :D still haven't decided whether they're going to be in the story proper or not.
warning: foul language ahead ! x:
Two pairs of blue orbs stared into a pair of dull, blue irises. Elbows on the table, Denmark clasped his hands together, staring doubtfully at Sweden as though he was a policeman currently interrogating a crime suspect. Beside him, Finland fidgeted restlessly, tears threatening to fall from his sensitive tear ducts.
"What do you mean you don't know?! They can't possibly have disappeared into thin air just like that!"
Sweden sighed, earning a raised eyebrow from Denmark. Sweden rarely ever sighed, with his stoic demeanour, he seldom – if never – displayed his emotions on his face, much like the unreadable face of Norway.
Sweden decided to give in, spill the truth to the two of them, he was worried too. Even though Japan had repeatedly warned him to not say anything to anyone else (what with all the throwing the world off its equilibrium and such which Sweden completely did not understand), well, Denmark and Finland were his brothers, they were counted as insiders right? Besides, they were most directly affected – outside their circle of eight – by the sudden disappearing act Prussia had pulled all of them into. Perhaps involving more people would speed up the whole process of finding the book and the pen and rescuing the group in the alternate universe. hm… Since when did I ever think so much?... Sweden mused inwardly, a tad addled by his behaviour.
And so, he resigned to his fate. Sweden recounted his experience from when Japan burst into the detention room onwards, and then to the weird occurrences caused by the book which was caused by Prussia, and lastly finding himself in his history class again.
When he finished, Denmark and Finland was staring at him in disbelief, confounded by his story. They had glanced at each other while he recalled his experiences, but did not interrupt.
"hm.. L''k, I kn'w tis sounds h'rd t' b'l've b't it's tru–"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA…" Denmark suddenly exploded into laughter.
"Sweden! Wha–" Finland started at the same time the person beside him cracked up.
"Ahahahaha…" Denmark clutched at his sides, trying to stop laughing before his diaphragm decided to retaliate from the sudden outburst, flicking a tear from his eye. "Oh I never knew you could pull off such a story, Sweden. Seriously, maybe you should –"
"Denmark! This isn't funny!" Finland pouted, his cheeks reddening. Turning to Sweden, his upset expression turned into concern, and he raised a hand to his forehead. "Are you alright Sweden?"
"Hm." Sweden nodded, swatting Finland's hand away.
Slamming his hands down on the table, Finland huffed, "No! You are not alright! Yes, we left you with Norway and Iceland because we had lessons and you were the only one who was free then, but I'm pretty sure- no I'm ABSOLUTELY sure that we left you three in the library!"
"… Huh? Th'y were in 'e d't'ntion r''m."
"No they were not! What did they do that would have earned them a detention smacked in their faces, huh?! They never ever got into detention before!"
"No, they–"
Shoving an opened palm into Sweden's slightly flustered face, Finland intoned. "STOP, Sweden. Why are you suddenly spouting nonsense like this?! We need to get you to a hospital NOW."
"F'nn!" Finland shrunk visibly, startled, while Denmark ceased his laughter abruptly. They hesitantly gazed up at Sweden; he was standing now, towering over them both with his ten-metre wall height. Sweden stated simply, "I'm n't lying.", and left the table.
"W-what was that about…?" Denmark muttered, watching the tall man stiffly walk away.
Finland didn't respond, he too, was absolutely shocked by the way Sweden reacted, he had never lost his stone-like demeanour.
Target: sighted.
A mature-looking teen with a black nylon bag slung over his toned shoulder lounged idly around the school's lockers. He ran a hand over his golden locks, exuding an air of manly romance and beauty. Straightening invisible creases on his violet shirt, he began his assault.
He slowly waltzed towards a group of girls who were giggling to themselves while stealing shy glances at him. He could not help but give a small smirk. Too easy, he thought. They were probably first years, having not seen their still childish faces and lean figures still far from puberty.
The girls giggled even more as he neared them. He gave them a wink, causing several of them to swoon and faint in pure bliss.
Walking past them, he sighed, dropping the flirty side of him. Sticking his lower lip slightly out, he twirled his wavy golden hair. Oh, how I sorely miss the company of the two idiots with me!~ How could they just abandon me like this? Leaving nothing but an empty hole in my heart! Clutching his heart in an all too theatrical drama, he gave a soft whimper.
He could still hear the girlish squeals behind him, but he ignored it. Even cute and adorable girls cannot bring joy to my flirty self! Oh why have you –
"Arrgggh… I swear I'm gonna kill you if I ever see your moley face again!"
Curious, France paused his inner drama and peeked through the shut windows of a club room. Oh, it's that moody Hungarian cutie. Hmm..? What's she doing?
Strips of coloured papers, frilly ribbons, shreds of thread, scissors, bottles of glue, pencils and other artsy-crafty things were strewn all over the upturned tables and chairs and the already massive floor. Through the small slit and the darkness enshrouding the room, he could only make out the back of Hungary. Her arms flew here and there, making him more curious as to what she was doing.
"Grrr… if China had not stolen my favourite frying pan, you would have been an atom-breadth pancake by now!" Hungary continued to strangle and poke and twist and turn and spear and throw darts and punch and kick at the doll she was holding. The handmade doll had a withered purple strand swaying in front of a small brown bead sewn crudely under the black button of an eye. Its other eye had come off, as did its cotton insides, having been brutally ripped and beaten up and maimed by an insanely furious Hungary.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh my, a lady should not be showing off her fierce and so not gentle side, alone or not." Crossing his arms, France shook his head disapprovingly. He took a furtive step back when Hungary glared daggers at him, her eyes burning with fury and her teeth dangerously shark-like.
"WHAT–" Hungary snarled, before realising her actions and switching to the other sweet side of her, she struggled to smile, several angry throbbing veins still obvious on her forehead. Smoothing her wrinkled clothes, she clasped her hands in front of her in an all-docile-like posture and asked sweetly, "Yes, France? How may I help you?"
"Tsk tsk. I would have wooed you if you did not have that previous kind of a personality. A-a-anyway," France quickly continued, before Hungary decided to switch back to that *shivers* extremely fierce and not at all feminine side. "What's with the Austria-look-a-like doll there? Are you dabbling in some voodoo dark magic?"
With a certain name mentioned, Hungary's eyes blazed back into fury, face contorted with rage. "THAT." She spat. "THAT INCORRIGIBLE, HELLUVA IDIOTICMORONICPRISSYASSSHAT–"
"Whoa whoa, hold on there. Did you just–"
"WHAT." She glared at France. A bead of sweat slid down his face as he faced his palms out, "G-G-Go on…"
"THAT INCORRIGIBLEHELLUVAIDIOTICMORONICPRISSYASSHATISHST UPIDARISTOCRATICIDIOTBASTARD FREAKING ABANDONED ME! AFTER ALL I DID FOR HIM. HE… HE… HE JUST FRIGGIN' D-D-DUMPED ME RIGHT THERE AND THEN. LIKE WHAT DA F-"
France ran away.
And bumped into Lithuania. There was a look of abject terror on his face, which seemed like it would be permanently etched into his features if he did not quickly run away from the… the... sight of this.
"Ah! Hello Lithuania! Let's have a chat somewhere else!" France picked himself up and tried to drag the poor guy away.
"W… What the PinkPoLandOfPinkFluffyUnicorns just happened here?!"
"Ah, plenty of time to explain once we escape this place!" France puffed. Was it him or was Lithuania suddenly very heavy? Either way, they had to get the ('scuse the language) hell out of here! "Pick your lovely, firm ass up and run before the insane Hungarian comes after you instead!"
But it was too late. The fierce predator of a lion-tiger-cheetah-jaguar-hyena-Hungary turned her head towards the commotion and set her eyes – or more like fiery, flaming hazelnut holes of an abyss – on them. She stomped towards them in just a few steps (how did she cross five metres so quickly?), appearing before them in a blink of an eye. Grabbing both France's and Lithuania's collars, she pulled their horrified faces closer and hissed menacingly, "If you ever see Austria, call me." Dropping the both of them just as fast, she spun on her heels and proceeded with the mutilation of the Austria-doll.
As soon as they thought the worst was over, a dark, sinister aura clouded them from behind, sending little beetles scuttling down their backs.
"Kolkolkol… So there you are, Lithuania…" A thick accented voice seductively cooed.
They turned their heads slowly, like old rusty doors creaking open, meeting the evil gaze of Russia staring down at them – or more like at Lithuania.
"Gyahhhhhhhhhh!"
yay for two chapters at once!