Sing's POV
It was only a light drizzle, but the sky thundered ominously and lightning flashed. It was cold... so cold... Her eyes were fixed on a single figure walking away from her, back facing her, not even looking back, no even regretting his choice... A man with messy golden hair and green eyes, the man who raised her.. her brother. The brother who had just abandoned her. It wasn't even the first betrayal.
She wanted to cry out or talk to him and she did, but he couldn't hear her... she was locked in the room, separated from her sibling. She tried yelling, screaming and kicking, but all of it was in vain. The door refused to budge. Her body was sore and aching from all the deaths of her people. By the Japanese. By another of her brother's people. An even more painful betrayal.
"Iggy!" she screamed, flinging herself on the window again. "No! Don't go! Don't leave me! HELP!"
He didn't even turn around. His silhouette merged with the thick white fog swirling in the rainy atmosphere. It was so cold... but why was it cold? Her country was in the tropical region... So why was it as if she were trapped in a block of ice? Why did she feel like she had swallowed three hundred ice blocks in five seconds? Why was it so, unbearably cold? Why did her happy life have to turn so sad so quickly? Why was she isolated like this, away from her twin, her other half? WHY?
Tears fell down her cheeks, but did not freeze. How could something not freeze in a weather cold enough to freeze a human? "二哥! Why? WHY? Why did you do this to me? I'm your sister! Your sister!" she screamed, pounding on the hollow, wooden door. Her mind was empty. Blank. No control of her actions. Her mind and body were two different things. Her mind dwelled on the fact that her brother, the man who raised her, had left her to die. Her body went wild, attacking anything and everything that she saw.
She tried to stop it. She tried.
But she couldn't. Not without her other half.
She sat in a corner, curled up in a small, miserable ball. Well, at lest her mind did. It had given up completely. Resigned. 'NO!' she tried to order it. 'Fight! FIGHT IT!' But it wouldn't work, would it? No, of course not. She knew that, deep in her heart, that, even after the war had passed and she had recovered, she would never be the same. So her mind stepped back warily and handed its control to what her body was doing- going crazy, having seizures and terrible fit. "G-go a-away!" she shrieked to no one, unable to control even the words that flew out of her mouth. "H-help! D-die! G-go AWAY!"
Her words didn't make sense. Even to herself. "England!" another word flew out of her mouth, the one she rarely said after she came up with a nickname. "England! HELP! Arthur!" But the man, her father-figure, her brother, was long gone, disappearing from her small island-country, fleeing like the coward he never was. Why did he go? Why did he leave her?
Her fit ended as suddenly as it began, and she started sobbing, terrible, heartbroken sobbing, tears falling down from her face in a rapid speed. "Why did you leave me, England? Why? WHY?!"
The light drizzle blossomed into a thunderstorm.
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Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia, nor Harry Potter. If I did I'd make Draco sing Marukaite Chikyuu
Singapore's POV
He pounded on the walls with such ferocity it was a wonder how the walls didn't break. He had to get to her, no matter what! He slammed the walls again, his hands bleeding, nearly as red as his eyes, which were even redder than that of an albino's. "Let... Me... Out!" he yelled to no one in particular. He could hear screams from the other side of the wall, as well as words. Words that would have made no sense to any normal person.
But he was no normal person. He was a nation. The personification of Singapore. Well, half of it.
The other half, his other half, was on the other side of the wall, which separated them. He knew that. But she didn't. She didn't know where he was. It was so one-sided. She knew things he didn't know. He knew things she didn't know.
"WHY?!" his other half shrieked. "Sing! Can you hear me?" he yelled back. "Get AWAY! WHY?" she wailed.
She couldn't hear him.
Even the wall was one-sided.
Everything was one-sided now. It was the World War Two. The one-sided war. Except the only thing not one-sided about the war was the fighting itself. At least, that was what he thought. That was how he felt, too. One-sided. One-sided was now the most common word-or phrase-to ever cross his mind. One-sided thoughts. One-sided feelings. One-sided walls. One-sided everything. His family... was it one-sided too? The feelings for his family... were they one-sided as well? Even after all the betrayals... he definitely still cared for his family. He still loved England and Japan and thought of them closer than family, even though they were not related by blood.
But did they still care for him? If they did, then why? Why abandon him?
'One-sided' and 'Why'. The two words that perfectly described his situation.
But he couldn't give up. Not yet. He was the lion. He was named after the Lion. He and his sibling, both. Singapore. In Malay, it was 'Singapura'. Singapura meant the land of the lion. Singa- the lion. Both of the twins had the lion in their names. They couldn't give up, not yet. It wouldn't be right!
Bracing himself, he slammed his foot against the wall, then flung his fist forward. His attacks were in vain. He stood there, panting, the light in his red eyes dulling. 'No... Don't give up!' he thought, panting. He turned and leaned against the wall, his eyes closed. The picture of a lion, its fur golden, standing majestically with his proud head up, flashed in his mind. 'It's no use... I can't be the lion now. But I will. After the war, I'll be the lion, proud, brave and majestic. I will...'
His train of thought stopped as he fell asleep.
Now he was in the middle of a square, cold, black eyes staring down at him. The eyes of his half-brother. Japan. The country who had so cruelly slaughtered his people. The country who he held no grudge against. The country he still considered as family, even though he had killed many of his people. One-sided feelings. Probably Japan didn't think of him as family. For some reason, he was kneeling down. So that was why Japan was towering over him.
His half-brother's eyes flashed as he looked down at the younger country. "You disobeyed me," he said quietly, cruelly. 'Yes,' was the correct answer. But he had to answer the answer Japan was probably expecting him to give. "No, I did not. My people disobeyed you. Not me," he said quietly. Then he waited for the attack. It didn't come, but something equally unwelcome took its place. Pain flared through his body, starting from his calf, like he was being stabbed with burning hot knives again and again... but it seemed dull, somehow. He shrieked and twitched violently, but somehow, he knew that Japan had not striked him yet. He wasn't even the one who was being tortured.
It was his other half. It was Sing who was being harmed! Sing, the other half whom he couldn't protect. As his body jerked and twitched violently, only one thought occupied his head.
'I'm sorry, Sing. I can't be your Lion right now.'
Agh! I can't write the other countries' Dementor Scenes right now, or there will be epic OOCness! I'll need to watch more Hetalia before I can do that! Oh well, enjoy the Timeskip.
*chibi Harry pops out of the earth* Pottertalia! *chibi Harry goes back into the earth*
Harry's POV
"And Professor Lupin stepped over you and walked towards the dementor, and pulled out his wand," Hermione concluded. "And he said, 'None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.' But the Dementor didn't move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned round and sort of glided away..." "It was horrible!" said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. "Did you feel how cold it went when it came in?" Ron shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, "I felt weird, like I'd never be cheerful again..."
Ginny, who was huddled in her corner looking nearly as bad as Harry felt, gave a small sob; Hermione went over to her and put a comforting arm around her. "Where are Jia Qing and Lei En?" Harry suddenly asked, just remembering about the twins. Neville looked up from where he was. "Who's that?" he asked, his voice still shrill.
"Foreign transfer students."
"They're right there!" Hermione pointed to two figures in a corner, lying side-by-side, both twitching violently. She and Ron dragged the twins closer to when Harry was sitting and Harry realized that the two were huddled together, their nails digging into each other's arms, knuckled nearly white. Their expressions were both of pain and they were muttering something. "... be your Lion..." Lei En was murmuring. "Why?" Jia Qing was muttering, her voice slightly louder than her twin's and a bit of hysteria in her tone.
Ginny looked concerned. "Are-are they alright? They're twitching even more violently than you, Harry," she said, still curled up in a small ball.
Just then, Harry noticed something. "It's awfully... quiet," he muttered to himself. "The other foreign transfer students must have also passed out," Hermione said, hearing what Harry thought was quiet enough for only him to hear.
As if one cue, Lei En's blood red eyes popped open and he immediately winced, aware that he was on the floor and being watched. "Ow," he muttered, self-consciously loosening his grip on his younger twin. "Sing, wake up." He shakily sat up and Harry wondered how he could have recovered so quickly. The brunette pulled his sister's head onto his lap and started (trying) to pry her fingers off him. He was greeted with silence as everyone in the compartment stared at him."Hey," he coughed. "Someone... help me?"
Was this chapter short? Oh well, I hoped you enjoy it! I give my thanks to HetaliaIShipIt who this story's first follower and its second reviewer! Thank you!
Oh yes, should I have pairings in this story? If so, which pairings?
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