Angel of Darkness
Chapter 2: Welcome To The Club
Warning: Scary o3o,depressing, self hate/self hurt, and Grim dark. Contains One sided UsUk and 2pAmerica and 1pEngland UsUk. Also much blood and gore in this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia…. ;3;
T for massive amounts of swearing and sexual content in this chapter, not quite M * Because I am freaking 11 lol *
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Oh and the sang below is called INSaNITY and it is made by Voclaid * Sorry if I spelt it wrong DX * p.s heres the link to the freaking AMAZING song! Watch it if you want to get a good idea of Britains feelings.
watch?v=jhdIu-oDHVU&list=RD02is1e58yooq0
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"Everything is said and done
Everyone has had their fun
Time to make my exit
From this Fairytale"
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The guy with the cowlicks P.O.V :3
I impatiently rapped my pencil on the table. I really wanted to get out of here. This dumb meeting is boring the living heck out of me. I just want to jump out of one of the windows, I am so freaking bored. Just when I was ready to die of complete and utter boredom, the blonde and strict speaker asked something that caught my ear. "One last zhing before I conclude zhe meeting, has anyone seen Britian?" I lifted up my head and stretched. "Speaking of that, I haven't seem him in a few months." Japan knitted his eyebrows together as if he was trying to remember the last time he had seen the strange nation.
"Moi too, it seems are sweet Iggy has abandoned us.." France stated as he twirled his hair around his finger's.
"I wonder if it has to do with the meeting a couples of months ago, I feel very sad… Maybe I can make him pasta when he returns!" Italy piped up.
"I feel bad that we tripped and laughed at him aru." China
I felt my hope rise in my chest, maybe if I can convince them, I can throw an awesome party for the Brit. Hahaha! It will be so amazing! And, I, America, the hero is the one behind it all. He will have to go out with me! Maybe I can add some of his favorite music, bands * NOT 1D *, foods, and maybe even invite some of his friends! Sexy girls in bunny suits! Wait, wait, I am getting off topic.
"I shouldn't have called him friendless. Peut-etre, that was too harsh. " France sighed.
Then, that idiot friend of mine waltzed in and ruined everything.
"I am so sorry; zat the Limey Jerk never had an awesome glass of MoonShine!" Prussia declared as he took a swing of the alcohol.
The room erupted with laughter.
Luckily, him and Japan were the only one's loyal enough not to laugh.
"Is their any straight 40 once thing of vodka somewhere? Da?" Russia asked with complete innocence in his voice.
Most of the nations jaw hit the floor.
Prussia flinched and didn't reply.
"How the hell do you intend on drinking that idiota? Romano yelled, his words laced with vemon. For the sake of the cussing nation Spain quickly, apologized for Romano and some how managed to shut him up.
Somehow a bottle of straight vodka appeared in front of Russia. But, it wasn't magic. Nope, it was Belarus.
"…Thanks.." Then Russia drank the whole thing in a few gulps.
All Hell broke loose and the Brit's scenario was all forgotten. Completely.
I gritted my teeth. I was just about to get them to throw kick ass party with them and score a date.
That was it. If they weren't helping, I would do it myself. I stood up from and table and stormed off. Some of the nations stared at awe, due to the fact I never do this. I opened the heavy oak doors and slammed it shut. I then jogged down the hall, to get to my car and drive to the airport, but I was stopped in the process because some idiot got in my way and decided to be a and trip me.
"Ow! What the hell was that for!?" I gruffly yelled at the unknown person.
"Ay, sorry fella, didn't see you there." A cheerful but heavy Scottish ascent said.
I shakily got onto my knees.
"Didn't see me? Didn't see me!? You son of a- Wait is that Scotland!?" I asked surprised.
"The one and only." Scotland pulled him up.
"Heh, heh, why are you here? You never come to meetings." I stuttered awkwardly
"Well, I heard the news about my lovely little brother locking himself in his house. I, Wales, and Ireland suppose that he may be in a depression again." He said in a concerned tone.
"BWHAHAAHHA~ YOU GUY'S CONCERNED ABOUT BRITAIN?! BWHAHAHA! You actually like the limey asshole? HAHAHAH- Smack! I felt intense pain in my right cheek as the Scots man's palm collided with my face.
"Don't. Ever. Speak. That. Way. About. My brother. UNDERSTOOD?" Scotland than coolly collected himself and walked away to presumably find his brothers.
Then and there I felt my cowlick droop. I was such a fucking horrible person… Saying that about my future boyfriend? Fuck.
I sighed and rose to my feet. I really need to think before I speak. And maybe stop covering the fact up that I like the UK. What the hell was I thinking!? Well, I mean his brothers see pretty heartless but really just cover it up. I idly dragged myself outside to my car.
This was going to be a LONG drive to the airport.
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Britain's P.O.V
At Iggy's House
I laid my head onto the soft material laced around Allan's neck. I gradually let him warp a arm around me.
"Let's see~ Don't you have channel number 666? I want to see what's really on." Allan said bored and slightly annoyed.
"No you idiot, I only have, about maybe fifty channels…." I said, mentally facepalming for calling him idiot.
As a result he unwrapped his arm from my neck and hit me, hard, in a tender spot.
I squeaked and curled up in a protective ball.
"Your lucky I didn't use my baseball bat for that." He whispered in my ear.
Then, god damn it, the most fucking embarrassing shit happen.
"Oh~ Sexy action!" A little but demon toned kid squeled.
"WHAT BLOODLY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?" I screamed and picked up the reddish brown's man spiked covered base ball bat and threw it with all my might.
Unfortunately, for the raven haired teen the bat him, hard, right in the stomach, and a squirt of blood trailed though the air.
"Owowowwowowwowowwo~" The young kid with a white hoodie and black slacks howled in pain. "I am so fucking telling Slendy!"
At that Moment Allan ran over and picked up the bat and held it to his face. "If you TRY and tell you will get your pretty smiley face ruined Jeffery."
"Sigh, you guy's are NO fun." Jeff quickly hopped out the window before anyone could say another word.
"You okay, sweet cheeks? Hey…? Dumbass, I am talking to you!" Allan yelled at me.
But. That felt so good. Watching the crimson matter splattered onto the ground below, the shrieks of pain, it was such a crazy feeling. My eye started twitching, I dismissed it. Then I started shaking, once again, I dismissed it. But then I started laughing insanely. But I shook my head.
"NOPE, NOPE, NOT THAT, NOPE, SHO, STAY WAY SHADOWS, NOT GONNA LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY!" I started flailing and twitching.
"Jesus fucking Christ Arthur, get a hold of yourself." Allan started shaking me back and fourth.
"HEHEHEHEHE~" I laughed hysterically.
"God dammit!" Al then balled up his fist and socked me in the jaw.
I felt a ear splitting crack his my head, has he took out one of my teeth and probadly fractured my chin.
Surprising enough it felt good. I wanted more.
" D-do it again. P-please." I asked between moments of spitting out blood and hacking up pieces of some of my shattered teeth.
"Wow! You are so much funnier than Oliver! Of course I will do it! Only~ If you admit who's your master~?" Allan asked semi-cheerfully with a tone of coldness to it.
" … You are." I said insanely. Still twitching in unnatural postions.
"Good boy." The red eyed demon purred and ran his fingers though my sunshine blonde, yet so dull locks of hair. He winded him his fist and punched me so hard in the stomach that I threw up onto the floor, which was already a mess from blood and fragments of teeth and possibly bone.
"Fuck! You got it my shoes you worthless bitch!" Without any regret, Allan picked up his bat and heavily swung towards the my side. A huge wave of blood splattered on the wall, the floor, and everything in it's path. I flopped onto the floor as soon as the impart lands on my now throbbing side.
"I am sorry." I could only spit out those words before hacking up a whirl pool of dark red liquid.
"That's NOT enough." Allan replied curtly. But instead of hitting me again with his homemade weapon, he strolled over to the cabinet and took out one large and very well polished knife. He whistled some sort of demonic tune and hummed over to me and crouched to my level.
"When that Jeff kids comes over and see's you cut a smile into your ugly face like him, you are really going to get it. Now open." Allan ordered.
I had no way out of this so I groggily opened my mouth.
Allan put a strong hand on my forehead and began sawing my cheek away from the inside of my mouth. The metallic taste of blood hit my taste buds and I had the temptation of spitting it out but that would get me in trouble. Instead of acting out in pain and making Al pissed off, I smartly moaned as if I was enjoying this.
"Don't tell me your fucking enjoying getting a damn smile craved in to your face!" Allan growled viciously.
I nodded.
The demon threw down the knife which stabbed me in the hand.
"Well, at least you're lucky enough that you don't look so much like that teen. It's look like your permanent smile is much more, thin and demonic.. I think that looks sexy on you, fugly freak." Allan punched me in the arm, hard enough to make a bruise.
I looked up to see something falling onto my lap. It was the piece of yarn the flower gave me expect it was black and twisted and.. It was hanging by one piece of fluff. Allan smirked and picked it up. He tore it to shreds. I jolted and foamed at the mouth, it was simply too much to bear. He destroyed my sanity, my representation of purity.
"Well, it looks like you are no more such a innocent little soul now. You are a cold hearted killer….
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"Welcome to the club Artie."
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