Angel Of Darkness
50 Shades of Pitch Black
Last Chapter: The "Happy" Ending
Warning: Sadest chapter, yet, not much gore, but prepare to cry.
Disclaimer: For The last chapter, I shall repeat this. I do not own characters. I wish I did.
LAST CHAPTER
-Not every stories ending is happy, at least, in your view (Quote From Moi)
RIP
Three figures trudged though the blanket of cold snow, their eyes reflected the glimmering diamonds in the sky, along with the darkness of dusk. The eldest, looked into the dim-lit moon. The light revealed his face, jade blue eyes, a stubble of blonde on his chin and golden luscious locks to go with it. The smaller one next to him had almost raven black hair, emotionless honey-brown eyes, and a case of swords hanging around his waist. Similarly, one of the three had the blondes lovely long hair, but with ginger blonde and blue-violent eyes, with circler glasses.
The blonde, France trembled as a blow of cool wind ruffled his cloak.
"France-san, are you sure you know your way?" Japan asked nervously.
"Why of course mon ami. Do you doubt me?" Japan shook his head.
"Francis knows this way, this is the path were he broke up with Arthur." Canada angrily piped up, sending a glare towards his former-guardian.
Francis sighed and Japan read the atmosphere, knowing to stay quiet. Although, he was half expecting America to jump out of nowhere and give him a heart attack. He missed his two best friends, dearly.
Canada, also known as Matthew saw an eerie figure in the distance. His outfit seemed to defy gravity; the hold was floating around, along with two guns strapped to his back. Matthew held out a hand, singling the others to stop. The two who stopped looked up to greet the same person.
The person was holding to balls of light, one of the two had a light blue light, while the other had a lime green one. The trio was just barely close enough to see two heaps of something next to the figure.
He or she turned around, quickly. Japan, Kiku was not sure if he was human or not. The "human" had a comical skull mask, but you could see his or her sparkling gold eyes, and the ball of light which had a face on them. The reaper figure stood their, frozen and held out the light source.
One of the lighten balls had a small cowlick, and glasses, he seemed to be sleeping, the other had the same sleeping face expression but humorless thick eyebrows. The two objects had a smile plastered on their goofy faces. Kiku buried his face in his jacket, white with a red dot. He held back noise and quietly sobbed into himself. The grim reaper, glided into the woods, leaving the others to figure out what was going on
"J-Japan why was their America's and England's face on those.. Lights.." Matthew stammered.
"It's… Their souls… We… Were to late… They are far gone..." France mustered enough courage to go look at the bodies. Sure enough, the two were unmistakably their lost friends. England's and America's fingers were clasped against each other, the two were laying against each other. Arthur had a frozen smile, cut in his face, his skin blue, lips white, and red splattered the ground underneath him. Alfred was lacking coat, shoes, just a shirt and pants. His glasses askew and cowlick slumped over, lifeless. The two were pressed against one another.
Francis felt the world go fuzzy, as he collapsed in the snow. Matthew rushed over to the older nation shaking him by the shoulder.
"Pourquoi Matthieu?Etaient… Nous cruel que notre Angleterre?" France gasped as he felt his hand prick a blade; automatically he jerked his arm back.
Matthew comforted the two older men, while he was crying, quite harshly as well.
After a while, the trio returned to their senses and carried America and England back the way they came.
Little did they know, a grim reaper with three white stripes in his hair, was watching them, gold eyes burning. Two teenage demons stood behind him, both hand cuffed, the teenagers had a mix of anger and sorrow. The grim reaper motioned the two to hop aboard his death themed motorcycle. With one last glance back he mumbled "Fools."
WWW
Years Later.
The meeting room was silent, quietly mourning for those who they love but now were lost to death. Germany coughed in his arm. The nations slightly perked up, but no humor or happiness was in the air. Just dull and almost lifeless nations staring back at him.
"Vell, might as well start zhe meeting." The blonde mumbled, hair messy, and eyes cold. He sent a stare over to the chair next to him, but to no surprise it was empty. Only a white flag laid their, cloth graying and wood rotting.
Spain glanced to the seat across from him, which was also empty, no hot-headed Italian today… or ever for that matter.
Russia was frowning looking around, thinking his scary sister would jump out.
Many seats were vacant. Empty. Lifeless. Anti-Happy. Disgustingly quiet.
Just then, a burst of cheerful humans budged though the thick, wooden doors. They all looked young, in their twenties or late teens. It almost seemed that color came along with them. Many seemed, so familiar it was scary. Two Italian twins both with huge curls, bounced around passing out small bowls of pasta. Spain grinned at the older, and hot tempered one.
"What are you staring at bastarda?" The adult asked loudly.
"Your tomatoes." Spain wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively. The adult threw the red fruit in his hand at the Spaniard.
The other twin murmured a song of glee under his breath as he passed a small, brown bowl of steaming hot pasta to the German in front of him. Germany's world froze, as he saw the boys smile, his eyes like the purest honey-brown orbs, and messy red hair.
"Ve~ you have a flag?! Why does this look so old? I love white flags. Enemies never hurt me that way. I also loveee pasta! Do you like pasta sir, because I also like cheese!" Ludwig was dumbfolded, but broke in to the boy's happiness and smiled at him.
A young lady passed Russia a shot glass of vodka. She had gray hair, with a large white bow on top, along with burning purple irises. Ivan gulped and shakily took the cup, nodding at the girl, who smiled in triumph. China only scolded but was laughing on the inside.
The room drastically became loud but filled with laughter and chat. But… Two adults walked in, hand in hand. One of them with emerald green eyes and golden blonde hair, along with facial and ear piercings. He was dressed with class, and even had a pair of sunglasses hanging on his shirt, strange thing was, and he had some very, very thick eyebrows on him. His boyfriend had sky blue eyes, and nerdy glasses. He at the cutest, neat, dirty blonde hair and a strange cowlick. He wore some slighty baggy clothing, along with a hoodie with an American flag on it. The two had a gold necklace, one half was a British flag, encased in a heart, and the other a American flag encased in a heart.
The friends and family of America and England looked at each other. The couple passed out tea and cookies, they both were quite cheery. France winked at the sunshine blonde one who rolled his eyes, and mumbled something with his adorable British accent. Japan engaged with conversation with the American human. He had a loud voice, and had an obnoxious aura surrounding him.
The ginger, loud Scottish, Walish, and Irish brothers teased the English adult, who reacted by swatting at them, demanding tips for their act of rudeness. Shy Canada piped up, actually being noticed. "So w-whats yours g-guys names?" He asked, him being soft-spoken he ducked as the American laugh his laugh that probably went on for miles. The Brit stomped on his foot.
The two dragged out two slips of plastic with their names on it…
The names read…
Alfred F Jones and Arthur Kirkland.
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The End
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Or….
Is it?
This had been amazing, I thank you to all my friends, who supported me though this awesome adventure. Yes, I may make a sequel to this, but I have to work on my remake of How To Save A Life! Sorry if you guys didn't want this story or my other Angst story to end, but all must, one day.
Thank you all,
Signing off,
Forever Awesome
Kick Ass Happy
Hannah L. Smith
* Sad music plays *