Angel Of Darkness
Final Chapter of This Part of the Book: Let me help you
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING GODAMMITIAMTOOYONUGTOODOANYTHING!
Warning: Well this chapter isn't bad, but USUK fluff.
OH MY GLOB, SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPTDATE! Um, well, I have been suffering from the authors worst enemy, The dreaded Writer's Block.. And a freaking busy weeked. Also, guess what? My birthday is in a week! I am going to be busy all next weeked, so say a happy birthday to me now, sukkas! Also, for my gift, from all of you awesome people. I would like to reach the big thirty reviews by next Saturday, sounds like too much? Also, please go to my profile and vote for what story you want me to write next.
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Why can't any one see what this madness is causing?
I can't survive like this.
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Sanity, Light is peeking though the darkness
Purity, No stress anymore
Sanity, Friendship all around me
Sanity, Love and Kindness
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No P.O.V * FINALLY! *
America, quietly creped into the house. The place was a disaster, blood, dirt, furniture, was throw all over the place. The young man cringed as he spotted a blood incrusted baseball bat with nails sticking out of it. He shook his dirty, blonde hair, thinking this is just some kind of joke. The nations cowlick was slumped over, and slightly crooked.
The adjusted his bomber jacket and called out.
"Hey er, you okay… Arthur?" America managed to say the Brit's human name.
"Who the hell are you?" Two similar voices said in union, America craned his head at the doorway, where two teenage gray haired albinos glared at him from across the room. The two had identical pajamas; both with a bloody red circle with a black X drove though their onesie pj's. The female had slightly longer hair and more feminine curves. The male had shorter hair and obviously broad shoulders.
"H-hey kids, can you tell me where Arthur is..?" America asked nervously.
"Number One: Who the fuck are you? And Number Two: Why do you know his human name?" The female one asked sharply.
"Er, I am the US of Alfred, heh.." Alfred replied.
The twins eyes narrowed.
"You're the one who broke his heart…"
"You're the one who broke his soul…"
The two, demonic teenager's eyes started to glow and the female one burst into light and came out of it as an double headed, sliver axe. A reflection of the girl shone on the axe, her eyes were pure red as were the boy wielding her. "You broke him, you shall face our wrath!" The male run at the older nation at full speed and swung the axe at his chest.
Luckily, Alfred ducked at the last second and pulled out the pistols and started rapidly shooting at the insane demon in front of him. The male jumped ridiculously high in the air, almost, touching the ceiling and brought himself back down. The child missed the older teenager by about five cementers but the impact was strong that it knocked America of his feet and on to the floor. The male swung his axe at America and it hit nothing, because the American was already up and shooting at the teenager.
A loud splat was heard as one measly bullet shredded though the boys stomach.
The male held his breath and started muttering words of Latin under his breath.
"Had enough yet kid?" America spat.
"Not even… Close." The teenager started growing taller, and taller. Long sharp claws replaced his fingers, his red eyes slowly turned black and a speck of red was staring directly at Alfred. His pajamas disappeared into his skin, his skin turned, pitch black. Alfred, was staring at the darkest shade of black ever. Ever. Darker than night, darker than space and time. Alfred was staring into the eyes the devil.
The weapon turned much, much larger and now was a three head scythe. Alfred felt a tug at his leg, and turned around to see his damn shadow grabbing his leg and pulling it into its darkness. Alfred started to scream as he went into the darkness, it was unbearably cold and painful. It was like a thousand ice cold knives be stabbed into his foot. The shadow was so strong it held him their as if America was glued to the floor.
The now monster teenager began lumbering towards the nation, rising his scythe as he moved closer.
Alfred was never more scared in his life, he went silent as his vocal cords cut suddenly, from fear or exhaustion, he didn't know. He was sweating a waterfall as he sank deep into the shadow, massive amount of pain flowed though the poor nation.
"Bloody hell, Migi, Hidari, turn off your demon powers please, it's giving me and my guests a headache, guys?" A familiar brit accent came from the kitchen.
Alfred vocal cords came back on "ARTHUR, HELP!" He screeched like a manic and almost immediately the teenager zapped back to normal and his shadow threw him out of itself and onto the actual floor.
A shatter was heard and a raven black haird and blood red eyed man shoved past the albinos and rushed over to America. Scarlet blood was splattered everywhere, the poor dirty blonde had blood soaking him but no wounds were to be found. Arthur bent down over America.
The poor nation was sobbing from the searing pain.
"Please, help me.." Is all Alfred could say.
Arthur paused for a moment and snapped back to his senses, sane or not it was his duty to protect his former colony. He slipped a hand under Alfred's knees and wrapped the other hand around his upper back and lifted him.
"Silly boy, your glasses are crooked." Britain fixed America's glasses and placed them back on while carrying him to the kitchen. Sitting at a blood stained table was a large group of double gangers one of which looked like Alfred.
They all looked up and smirked evily.
"You brought my first player here? Well, well, well were going to have some fun to night." A dark browned haired man with a leather jacket and red eyes was playing around with a pocket knife.
"No, Allan, he's off limits, same to you Lovino, Oliver, Chris, Dan, and the rest of you." Arthur said with a deadly tone and laid him on a empty chair and pull out a white cloth out of nowhere and started cleaning up Americas blood.
"I smell blood~" A creepily cheery voice came from the other room.
"You do big brother? So do I, it would be good for cupcakes don't you think?" A shy but happy voice also came from the other room.
"Righto! Lets get ki- I mean baking!" I strangely high pitched voice came from the same room the other two were in.
A trio of flashy people came into the room. The tallest had impossibly blonde hair with a touch of pink to it, he wore a pink sweater and blue vest. He had a electric blue bowtie and baby blue eyes with pink swirls in them. The next was a child, one with orange shirt and purple jumper as well as a cute little orange and purple hat, the boy had flaming ginger hair and the cutest freckles. But his eyes were a uncomfortable shade of forest green. The last one was about a teenager he had snow white hair with three black stripes on his right of his head. He wore a white hoodie and white jeans with a few black stripes. A black skull with red eyes was emblazed on his jacket. His eyes were a eerie shade of midnight blue.
"Oh bloody hell, you three be useful for once and go get me some bandages." Britian mumbled.
"Okey dokey lokey, Britney!" The trio went into the kitchen finding medical supplies and probably baking cupcakes. The room was actually pretty loud, not like normal meetings but still loud enough for a grandma to shout at them to shut up.
"Stupid git." Arthur mumbled.
A knife whizzed past Arthurs and Alfreds faces.
America gulped.
'He really is insane to se hanging out with these people.' America thought.
WWW
Britain flipped a page and continued to read his book in bed, America lay next to him in bed.
"Hey Iggy?"
"Only France calls my that you wanker. Now, yes, what is it?"
"Can I ask you a couple of questions?"
"What kind of questions?"
"Question questions."
"You're an idiot, you know that, right Alfred?"
"But I am your idiot." Alfred winked sexily.
"Get to the bloody question." Arthur blushed and closed his book to reach over and take off the taller nations glasses.
"Why is your hair black? And you eyes red? Why do you have wings? Why do you have a staff? Why do you have crazy friends over? Why the fuck did you cut a smile into your face?" Alfred's tone dropped, and he looked very serious.
Arthur's eye twitched, and he smiled wide.
"You want to know why? Let me show you." Arthur rolled over, so he was now on top of the trembling nation beneath him.
Arthur pinned America's hands over his head with one single strike.
"Artie…?" Alfred stammered.
Arthur clutched his free hand on Alfred's neck. His grip on his neck tighten and he pressed his forehead to the younger nations forehead.
"Arthur, what are you doing!?" His voice came out as a squeak.
"Showing you why? Hehehe." Britain's laugh appeared insane and cracked.
America was engulfed by darkness
Flashback
A small, blonde chibi with a cute short black cape stood over a bloody, mangled women. The lady had long luscious locks of sunshine blonde hair, she had dulling green eyes, and badly beaten amour.
"Mum? What's happing, I don't understand!" The little blonde was.. Little England, same thick eyebrows, same neat blonde hair.
"Don't w-worry my little Iggy, everything is f-fine…Solaris?" The dying women asked for an unknown name.
A young but tall, winged unicorn rushed over. He had multicolored mane with beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow. Solaris had soft white fur and concerned lavender eyes.
"Yes my lady?" He bowed respectfully.
"Now, now, no time for that lad, please, take young England and take him to FMB." The lady waved her hands.
"B-but your majesty, what about yourself?" The male alicorn asked timidly.
"Do not worry one thing about little old me, I will be fine, take my son, quickly."
Solaris nodded sadly and used his magic to lift the small boy into the air.
"What? Sol! Mummy, whats happing!?" The little boy squiggled in the air.
"Goodbye sweet, Arthur, let you life be a good one. And farewell to you Solaris, you have served me well, now go raise a kingdom of your own! Go!" The alicorn raced off into the woods, leaving a trail of bloody hoof marks behind.
Another Flashback
"Go away Oliver." A irritated little British boy mumbled.
"Oi! Why do you got to be so mean!?" A chibi boy with white blonde hair and blue, pink eyes huffed.
"Because you making all the fairies run away, bloody wanker…" Arthur growled.
Oliver's eyes narrowed as he pulled a blade out behind his back.
" I don't like bad words!" The chibi came at the young Brit, attacking him, blood splattered everywhere, clouding the vision.
After time, America saw a gory and sad memory again, again, again, and again. Each time getting more sad, getting more deep.
Finally the torture was over and Britain let go of Americas throat and opened his eyes. Arthur slowly relaxed his grip on Alfred's hands and let them go.
Alfred was in tears.
"I-I-I had no idea… I am so sorry…" Alfred whispered
"Me too." Arthur flopped on the other side of Alfred.
The dirty blonde cuddled into the shorter nation, laying his head on sunshine blonde's chest.
"Why? Why does a nations life has too be this way?" America sobbed into the Brits chest, soaking his night shirt.
"How the hell am I suppose to know? Aren't you suppose to be the self-proclaimed hero?" Britain chuckled, stroking the younger countries hair.
"I… I don't know anymore." Alfred sighed.
"I don't think any of us know anything anymore, especially when it comes to being good or not, there is a bit of Oliver inside all of us, Alfred. Something I hope for you to learn."
"Oh.. Trust me…. I already know."
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