NEW CHAPTER!
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
ALICE P.O.V
Pasta?
I step into the kitchen and catch sight of Italy, cooking my favorite pasta! I squeal and hug him happily and quickly look in the pot. I sniff appreciatively and go to the cupboards to grab some plates and stuff. The five Nordics stand uncertainly at the edge of the kitchen and I have to usher them in. I catch sight of Germany sitting at the table and he's reading a book. Predictable much?
I suddenly feel a dark, France/Russia aura that sends shivers down my back. A quick warning is sent through my eyes to Norway. He can feel it too.
Then, a small slip of paper flutters down delicately. Everyone is on edge. Den, Swed, and Nor are trying to shield the other two(Not easy cause of the body switch ya know). Germany has a gun out, one hand in front of Italy. Britain, Prussia and America have their specific weapons out too, like me. My right hand hold my favorite gun, Hades (A/N: Like the Hades in Black Cat), the left a small gun, not my first pick but now is DEFINITELY not the time to be picky. The slip falls on the table. We all wait for something to explode or something. I cautiously approach the slip and pick it up. After quickly reading it, it drops from my finger as a gasp in shock and horror. Nor picks it up and reads through it out loud.
I like the color red.
I like the smell of it.
Will I smell yours?
Can you find the switch?
I like the color red.
I like the sound of it.
Can I hear yours?
Can you find the switch?
I like the color red.
A scarlet drop.
Will it splash against the ground?
Can you find the switch?
-Last Chance
Ok. That scared me so much, I dropped Hades. And I NEVER EVER drop it. The other nations stare at me, scared now. I take a deep breath and try to steady my quickening heartbeat. I fail miserably and now...
I feel dizzy...
ENGLAND P.O.V
Alice collapses and America(who was closest) catches her before she hits her head. A small moan comes from Ice which directs my attention to the Nordics. They all look somewhat queasy and Ice actually faints. A girlish shriek fills the air, quickly echoed by a maniacal laugh that mingles with sobs coming from Alice. She mutters something and then a blinding light fills the room.
When the light clears enough for me to see, I sit on the ground, astonished by the sight before me.
The Nordics are...
Themselves?!
And I'll leave it there. There's gonna be a lot of drama before the real stuff ends and then it's gonna be the humor I'm promising.
On a separate note, check out The-Goddamn-Iron-Girl's story, "Ice Blue Fire". I pulled this idea from there.
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