Angel's of Darkness
Chapter 5: This Time I will Be the Hero
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia * tear in eye * Or the characters, but do own my OC's and the story.
Warning: Gorey to the MAX. Swearing, sexual refence.
I have not updated in like, five or six days… I am so disappointed. I fail at life. * goes in emo corner *
But, here is a spoiler.
YOU NO LIKE SPOILERS!?
Then skip right to the story.
Okay, anyways, I am making an extra chapter about Italy and his Afterlife.
Long story short, Italy and Holy Roman Empire sing a song and get all emotional. It's called, "I Love You Even After Death" ... It's going to make you cry.
That chapter is going to make you sob so take out your tissues.
0ooooo0oooooooo0ooooooo
I was never meant to be,
This main painting's center piece
Hidden in a corner
My outlines are fading
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'Merica's P.O.V
The meeting was…
Absolutely pointless.
Everyone was crying, having a mental breakdown, or trying to kill each other.
See, this never happened before.
It was always, "Oh, Don't worry we are immortal, we can't die, dumbass"
But I guess I was right.
Death is always hovering over you with his hideously large hand.
…
Well, I, decided to take matter's for myself.
I am going to Britain's house to get this fixed. This mess that I created….
Britain's/Arthur's P.O.V
"Then you were in the mirror, and you looked all sad, you had cut's and hole's all though out your body, it was scary as hell." Migi said dramatically.
"Well, it wasn't that bad… Trust me, hell is much scarier." I sighed holing a ice pack to my throbbing forehead.
"What happened to you anyway!?" Hidari asked, curious.
"It's a secret." I said shortly.
"How helpful." Migi rolled his eyes and went back to his phone, presumably texting.
"So, what do we now? Can we go kill someone now!?" Hidari whined impatiently.
My eye started twitching.
"Are you asking me to take someone's life?" I stated calmly as possible.
"Maaybe~ What you gunna do about it" Hidari said prissily.
This made me snap.
In a flash, I was up, in the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and flung it at the teenager girl's head.
A loud whizz was heard and a thump as the knife hit the wall with massive strength and got stuck in it.
I jumped over the couch and grabbed Hidari'a neck, all while Migi was listening to Green Day on his IPod.
"Listen, you little bitch, let's get it straight. I. Don't. Tolerate. Bitch's. And you are one, so I suggest you shape up your act, if you don't want a knife lodged in your thick skull!" I slammed a near by book over head. "UK-CHOP!"
The teen was instantly knocked out cold.
Migi then looked up and smirked.
"Congrat's, you knocked out the biggest brat in history."
I didn't reply, I simply just kicked her limp body off the couch and returned to my ice pack.
"But about killing people, we need to do that daily, and eat those large glow ball's after we are done." Migi said seriously.
I twitched again.
"Whoa, whoa man, I am not telling you, I am just informing you." Migi held up his palm's, in a sign of surrender.
"You want me to kill? FINE. THEN I WILL." I shakily picked up the knife beside me and tighten my grip on it and ran over to the young man and pressed the blade to his neck. "HOW ABOUT YOU?"
"YOUR GOING TO PAY YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I heard a voice erupt behind me.
I turned over to find an tomato red Italian with a jagged curl and a brown military uniform and blazing amber eyes. Romano, was holding a shotgun and pointing it right at me.
"Weapon form, NOW, Migi." I said quietly to the trembling kid.
He quickly morphed into a double-headed axe and I ditched my knife.
"You want a fight, little man?" I asked insanely, my permit smile was at it largest now, Cheshire the cat would be proud.
The Italian flinched a bit, at the sight of my demon wing's, and horn's, especially my crazy, red, irises with slightly silted pupils.
"You're a demon!? PATHITIC!" Romano shot blindly at me, I easily dodged and flew out of the way, eventually making it close enough to him to touch. I swung, precisely, at his leg's and sliced a chuck of his thigh clean off, causing him to drop to the floor in unbearable pain. I then, took the bottom of my axe and butted him in the back and kicked him to the floor.
"Y-you b-b-bastard…" Romano wheezes under the weight of my foot crushing his chest.
"Heard that one before, make up something better." I took Migi in weapon form and rapidly swung the tool at his torso.
I laughed madly, letting crimson soak the wood and carpet below.
"WHAT THE- GET OF OFF HIM!" A thick Spanish accent coming from outside, along with some stomping of other's.
Their in m house stood the Bad Touch Trio.
Spain, his eyes were raging green orb's of fire, his hair and clothes covered in dirt and sweat.
France, wasn't so "beautiful " now, his usually luscious long blonde hair was ragged, and messy, his " fabulous" cloak was ragged and torn.
Prussia, was the only one armed with some kind of gun, he looked pretty pissed, his eyes were narrowed and it looked like he was wearing a filthy jacket.
"Where were you guys? Reinforcement's? You can't stop me, I got friend's from the other side. SO of speaking. Hahahahaha! HEEHHEEHEE! HAHAAHHA!" My mouth was even more twisted than before, in a impossibly huge grin.
"Prussia, you take care of that thing, France and I will assist my poor little tomato." The other two of the trio nodded and their plan into action. Prussia went into true military form and shot rapid but accurate shot's. One of those damn bullet's pierced my lower back and I tripped over Romano's outstretched head. A burst of anger washed over me and before falling I quickly sent a hard blow with my blade at his head… Their was a loud scream and a wash of red washed over the Spaniard, crouching over Romano.
"ROMANO!" Spain yelled.
I collided with the wooden floor and let my self drop onto my side.
I peered up to see the albino standing over me with a gun ready to shoot.
"Go ahead, I have nothing left." I said broken.
Prussia narrowed his eyes and allowed me to continue.
"Everyone left me or now hates me, what's the point? Even my family hates me, I am nothing, just d-do away with me.. I could care less." I said turning my head away and let a few tear's run down my face.
Prussia just stood their.
Prussia's P.O.V
I wanted to.
SO badly.
To teach this psychopath a lesson about messing with his brother's friends.
But I couldn't…
For a moment for two, instead of a blood covered demon with leathery wing's and a sick smile, I saw an angel, one of black wings and black halo but still an angel. A long flowing… Manly dress? Was soaked in blood. A ridiculously huge gash was on the man's chest and multipliable scar's and wounds all over. He turned his eye's and let out a pitiful sob.
Once I blinked my awesome eyelid's it was gone, replaced with the insane man again.
I don't know what he was trying to show or tell me, but I don't think I should kill this freak, not now, maybe one day I will get my revenge.
I sighed and lowered my gun and gave him a hard kick to the head, knocking him out, I sent a stare over to the girl passed out of the ground. Poor girl.
"HEY, HEY, HEY."
This voice was seriously scary and booming.
I turned over to see a man similar to Alfred, but with pink-red eye's, deep brown hair, and a leather jacket with a radio active sign. He was holding a blood stained bat, with a pair of pitch black sunglass's nestled on the look-alike's hair.
"WHATCA YA DOIN IN MY HOUSE?!" With that the double-ganger attacked me, lashing out his bat and slicing it across my cheek.
The pain was blinding as he swung the bat as hard as he could at my side and made me collapse on the floor, blood splattering in all direction's, not just one direction, girls.
I sunk to the ground. Panting hard. I rested a palm onto the wood below. I wasn't ready for the impact the America look-alike kicked me in the gut hard, my breath was instantly knocked out and black started gathering at the corner of my eyes.
"The… Awesome… Prussia… Is going… To kick… Your ass….. When I…. Get… Up." I said, wheezing.
"Heheheh. Good luck with that, sukka!" He said cockily as he smashed the bat into my head.
The world went black.
And stayed that way.
Britain's/ Arthur's P.O.V
I awoke to find a familiar face hovering over me.
Impossible.
No way.
"America!?" I said happily.
"Beeeep, wrong, moron." My face dropped as I recognized the voice.
"Were you expecting some one else?" Allan asked dangerously cheerful.
"No." I answered quickly, and pulled up my cover's as soon he walked over.
"Well isn't someone quirky?" He asked as he pulled back the union jack cover's and jumped in.
"Er, what happen to the Bad Touch Trio?" I asked, averting my eyes from his gaze.
"Oh them? Well they fled, cowards. I think they are more like the Bad Bitch Trio for kicking me in the shin's, seriously the immature bastard's." Allan began to take off his jacket and other accessories.
I flushed a red and began twiddling my thumbs.
"Why are you so nervous?... OH. You think I am doing that, your dirty minded sick twist." Allan smacked me over the head.
"Bloodly hell, Allan, I wasn't thinking about that." I sighed.
"Yeah, right." Allan ruffled my black hair.
"Wait, why are you….? You have wing's? Why the fuck are your iris's red?" Allan asked, confused.
"…Change of style." I replied coolly.
"Ah, you look nice this way but what's with the smile? It's like that cat from…. That…. Movie…. About Card's and Queen's and shit like that." I shook my head, this really was the opposite of the America I know.
…
I just realized how much I miss my Alfred.
I sighed loudly and rolled over in my bed.
America P.O.V
Just when I made it half way to England's house, I heard a ringtone play, "PICK UP THE PHONE YOU STUPID FUCKNIG USELESS UGLY ANNOYING- I took a deep breath and knew exactly who it was. I just hope it wasn't what I thought it was.
"You finally, picked up you Stupid American Bastard!" Romano yelled from the other line
"Yeah, yeah, heard it before, why did you call?" I asked simply.
"That damn mother-crazy-fucker Britain attacked Me, Spain, France, and Prussia." I then heard a Spanish accent yelling "You just waltzed in, expecting him to lie down and die for you!" And then I heard Romano scream "SHUD UP, IDIOTA, YOU KNOW NOTHING!"
I couldn't help but laugh openly but speedily covering up after I heard Romano clear his throat.
"Basically, what I am saying as we need to capture the crazy-ass and do something with him." Romano said angrily.
I blinked.
"That is?" I said trying to keep my cool.
"Most likely he will stay in a asylum for the rest of his miserable life- I irrupted him.
"WHAT!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THOSE PLACE'S ARE FUCKING LIKE!? THAT WOULDN'T HELP YOU DUMBASS IT WOULD JUST MAKE HIM MORE INSANE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HORRIBLIE IT IS!? JUST THINK A FUCKING MOMMENT!" I screamed into the electronic.
Oh hell no.
Going to asylum is like living hell.
How do I know this? One word: Cold. War.
Two word's actually…
But either way it's terrible.
Romano then changed tone after my outburst.
"Listen, senior, I know you quote and quote, absolutely freaking adore him but there is no other way… I am sorry but we have already crossed out the other options. It's either this or death." Romano said semi-sadly.
"… I guess I am just going to do this on my own." I then turned of my phone and returned to focusing to driving.
This time,
This time,
I will be the hero.
No matter what.
Even if it cost's me my life.
It's been soooo long since I made a chapter, I tried to make this one long.
But Middle School is going wonderful.
Most people don't know what Hetalia is….
But a lot of people watch anime and my little pony like me!
So that's good.
I may be Italy cosplay for Halloween or Hetalia Day.
I really wanted to go to the Kawii Con or The Brony 2013 Con this year….
Or even Six Flag's.
But my parent's…
Too fricking lazy. :I
Oh, some people ask me why I made this story.
The main reason I wrote this is because how people treat England and how it eventually mess's with his head.
It's not just the character's in show, but it's also some of the fandom treat's poor Iggy like crap. :'(
They get him beat up by Canada…
No one treat's him right in the fan fic's.
I mean, evening the show he's a bit sad.
The only people he is * semi * happy with is with America and France.
Everyone is like America this, and America that.
But what about the UK?
Poor Iggy.
In my book, he is Canada.
He's always the whore, the verbally abusive boyfriend, the loser, the bully, the pointless stupid side character, the girl, the one who is going to die horribly. I agree that America is pretty breakable in the mental state but Britain is TEN time's as worse. I feel like in the show, he's sometimes on the verge of completely snapping.
So, with that, I basically put of all England's abuse and sorrow into a story.
A very sad one.
So to all you UK hater's…
FrUk you,
U-SUK!
Yes, I am a UsUk supporter, their may be some possible ending UsUk in the end.
Okay let's rap this up!
Forever Awesome
Kick Ass Happy
Hannah L. Smith
* play's mission impossible music *