A/N: Sorry if this took a little longer than normal to write. I've been really busy for once, felt like crud for a few days, was actually sick one, had my birthday on the 1st, and went on our 8th grade field trip to Savannah, GA on the 2nd. So yeah. But I got this done! Anyway, this chapter was quite fun to write, I just hope it makes sense to you guys. So, let's get on with it.
Warnings: Random stuff here and there
Chapter Start
"Yo, dudes!" Alfred said as he and a few of the group walked through one of the many fields. "We should gather the rest of everyone and play a game out here!"
"Al, can we not play a sport this time?" Matthew asked.
"Yeah, ve all got pretty beat up last time. Especially poor Mattie." Gilbert said, ruffling the Canadian's hair.
"Gil, could you please stop that?" Matthew requested quietly.
"Sorry Mattie." The albino said.
"No, we're not gonna play a sport! It's a card game!" Alfred said. "I'll tell you all about it after get everyone."
Gilbert, Matthew, Antonio, Francis, Lovino, Kiku, Yao, Ivan, and Arthur split up to go find everyone.
About an hour later, almost everyone had been gathered and sat in a circle in the grass.
"Ok, so, it looks like we're missing someone…" Alfred said. "The dorm ladies told me that Z's off visiting some family…Kiku! Dude, where's Greece?" the American suddenly looked a bit confused. Who's name did I just say?
Kiku glanced up from the manga he had been reading. "If you mean Hera-kun, I courd not get him to wake up."
"Oh, that's fine." Alfred said. "So, we're going to play a game called Mafia. You usually play with cards, but you don't have too. So, there's a narrator, a mafia, a doctor, a sheriff, and a sniper. Everyone else is a citizen. I'll be the narrator first so you guys can get the feel of the game. So, I'll tell everyone to go to sleep and that just means close your eyes. Then I'll ask the mafia to wake up and pick who they want to kill and go back to sleep. Then the doctor chooses who they want to save, and then the sheriff chooses who they think the mafia is. I'll tell them if they're right or wrong. No one can talk at night, so they all have to point. Then I'll tell everyone to wake up and I come with a story about who died and how. Anytime during the day besides when I'm telling my story and we're voting, the sniper and shout 'I snipe/shoot so-and-so' and that person is dead. The sniper can only snipe once. Now, as for the voting, we all go around and say who we think the mafia is. The person with the most votes dies. Oh, and the dead people can't vote or say anything relating to the mafia and they stay awake at night. Got it? Good! Now, close your eyes so I can pick everyone."
They all closed their eyes, some understanding what he said, most having no clue what they were supposed to be doing and figured they would learn as the game played on.
"Whoever I tap on the shoulder will be the mafia." Alfred stood, walked a bit, then returned to where he would sit and tapped the person next to him, Arthur.
Arthur nodded, acknowledging the touch.
"Now I'll pick the doctor." Alfred walked around and tapped Matthew.
Matthew nodded slightly.
"Now for the sheriff." Alfred went and tapped Ludwig.
The German nodded.
"And finally, the sniper." Alfred tapped Francis, who sat on the other side of Arthur, as he returned to his seat. "Now, everyone stay asleep. Mafia, wake up." He said, after making sure everyone still had their eyes closed.
Arthur opened his eyes.
"Who do you want to kill?"
The Brit pointed to Gilbert.
Alfred nodded. "Go back to sleep. Sheriff, who do you think is the mafia?"
Ludwig pointed to Ivan.
"Nope, you got it wrong. Go back to sleep. Doctor, who do you want to save?"
Matthew thought for a moment and then pointed to Francis.
"Everyone wake up!" Alfred called. "Last night, something really weird happened. Gilbert was playing with Gilbird when suddenly, Gilbird turned into a human and then a were-wolf and mauled and ate Gilbert!"
Gilbert fell back dramatically. "Nooo!" He wailed. "How could you, Gilbird? I TRUSTED YOU!"
"Time to vote! Who do you guys think the mafia is?" Alfred asked.
Practically everyone voted for Elizabeta, but Roderich got a few votes.
"Eliza, you are dead, and you guys just hung an innocent citizen."
"It's 'hanged' you wanker." Arthur scoffed. "You hanged a person, you hung a picture."
"I didn't hang anybody! You guys did!" Alfred shot back. "And I haven't hanged a picture in a long time."
Arthur just sighed.
So the game continued on. Vash was killed next and Roderich was hanged. Next was Lilli and Kiku was hanged. Antonio was killed and Lovino was hanged. Ivan was killed and Feli was hanged. Ivan was killed and Natalya was hanged. Katuyasha was killed and Raivis was hanged. Then, after Toris was killed, something different happened.
"LE SNIPE!" Francis shouted. "I shoot Roma."
"And Holy Rome is dead." Alfred declared. He took a slight moment to be confused, but then shrugged it off.
"Noo!" Feliciano cried. "Not again!" Then he remembered that it was just a game and promptly forgot what had been said.
Feliks was hanged that round. Tino was killed and Berwald was hanged. Then, Francis was killed.
"It's Arthur!" multiple people called.
"Wow, you did great Artie. You almost won." Alfred said. "Ok, let's play again. Artie, you can be narrator. We'll go in a circle.
Arthur sighed. "All right… Everyone close your eyes." He picked the Mafia (Toris), the doctor (Yao), the sheriff (Alfred), and the sniper (Kiku). Yong Soo was sniped, and after Feliks was killed, they guessed that it was Toris.
So the next round, Toris was narrator. He picked the Mafia (Matthew), the doctor (Vash), the sheriff (Berwald), and the sniper (Gilbert). Roderich was sniped and Matthew won the game because everyone forgot about him (1).
The next round, Antonio somehow ended up being narrator. He picked the Mafia (Elizabeta), the doctor (Feliciano), the sheriff (Roma), and the sniper (Roderich). Gilbert was sniped and nothing really interesting happened until Alfred was killed.
The American fell into Arthur's lap and just laid there. "Artie! Revive me with your magic powers!" he lay on his back and went limp, still on Arthur.
"Oh for God's sake, get off!" Arthur complained, shoving lightly at Alfred. "Why are you so heavy?"
Alfred didn't move and merely closed his eyes.
"Oh bloody ****… He fell asleep!" the Brit groaned.
"Yeah…you two totally aren't gay for each other…" Gilbert scoffed sarcastically.
"Shut your face! No we're not! And who the **** are you to be accusing us? You're gay for his bloody brother!" Arthur retorted, slightly embarrassed.
Now Gilbert looked a bit embarrassed. "Vhat? Little Mattie? You accuse me of being gay for Mattie?"
"Well, why not? You've already adopted that little nickname for him. What's next? You're going to start following him around? Wait a tick, you already do."
The albino narrowed his eyes. "So, vhat if I did like Mattie?" Vhat of it?"
"…maple…" Mathew muttered, blushing. "I'm still here, you know…"
"Sorry, Matthew. I forgot about you for a moment. But Gilbert never does." Arthur shot back, mainly at Gilbert.
"Arthur, please… Gil doesn't mean anything by calling me that…" Matthew said.
"Oh, so you've got a nickname for him too. How long have you two been in the closet?" Arthur asked.
"Artie…" Alfred muttered, still half-asleep. "Why are you making fun of Mattie?"
"Oh, Al… You're awake…" Arthur said, blushing lightly.
"Mattie's already insecure… he doesn't need anything else that he thinks people will make fun of him for." Alfred promptly fell asleep again.
Gilbert had dropped out of the conversation and was playing with Matthew's hair. "Mattie… Your hair is so soft and wavy!"
"…thank you… I suppose…" Matthew said.
"Gilbert, Matthew, just saying, but if you two were gay for each other, I'd totally support- I mean, be ok with it." Elizabeta said. "You make such a cute couple. Like Alfred and Arthur!"
Gilbert and Matthew both froze, and the 'Prussian' took his hands off of Matthew's hair.
"What are you implying?" Arthur asked. "We're not cute! And there is no us!"
"Bruder…as fascinated as I am vith ze discussion on your sexual preferences, I can see zis is going novhere. If you all need me for anything else, I'll be in mein dorm." Ludwig said, sighing. As he walked towards the dorms, he noticed Roma get up and also excuse himself from the game.
Roma caught up with Ludwig on the staircase between the second and third floors. "Hey, can I talk to you for a bit?" he asked.
"Actually, I vas going to ask you ze same thing." Ludwig said as they entered the hallway.
"Look, Ludwig. I'm really sorry if I'm messing up anything between you and Feli. He still really likes you, he told me, but he's terrified that he might lose me again." Roma said.
Ludwig just stared at him for a moment. "…vhat do you mean?"
"When Feli and I were little kids, back when I used to think he was a girl, I had to leave because my family was being deployed to fight in a war and they couldn't leave me behind. While at the military base, there was an accident with…well, I can't remember exactly, and I was almost killed. It took a really long time to recover and I heard from my parents that someone, Francis' family actually, had told Feli that I was dead. So, as soon as I was able, I enrolled here so that Feli would know that I was still alive. Of course, then I found at that 'she' was really 'he' and things got really awkward." Roma said. "Trust me, Ludwig. I'm not gay."
"Are you sure about zat…?" Ludwig muttered, under his breath.
"What did you say?" Roma asked, clearly surprised that Ludwig would make that kind of comment.
"From vhat I've observed, you still seem to care an abnormal amount for Feli. Und ze vay you act around him…it's clear to everyone but you."
"I love Feli like he was my brother and nothing past that."
"Ze others don't seem to think zat." Ludwig retorted.
"Shut up! What do you know about being straight?" Roma snapped, not putting much thought into how the other was going to take this.
"Excuse me?" the German asked.
"You're obviously in love with Feli and you're just jealous that I spend so much time with him." The half-German immediately regretted saying that.
"You really vant to die, don't you?" Ludwig growled.
"I've already died once. Come at me, bro!"
"…did you really just say zat?"
"Yes, yes I did." Roma said with a totally straight face.
"Vhere on Earth did you learn a phrase like zat?" Ludwig asked.
"I've been hanging around Alfred too much…"
"Zat might explain it a bit…"
An awkward silence followed this statement. (and a homosexual baby was born.)
"Roma, I have a question for you." Ludwig asked after a moment.
"What is it?" Roma asked.
"Which country are/were you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I can tell zat everyone in our group, besides Z, is one of ze personifications of ze countries. It's a certain aura thing or something. So, vhich one are you?"
"…I don't know… I'm not Germany or Italy, that's for sure." Roma replied, thinking. "I'm pretty sure that we're all the countries that we're from, but I'm not quite sure where that leaves Gilbert and I."
"Ja… I vas thinking about zat ze other day… I think we all, somevhere in ze back of our minds, know vhich country everyone is, ve just can't access zat information yet. I guess it is kind of like a computer. You need a password or key phrase… I suggest ve ask Mr. Smith to help us figure out tomorrow. He seems trustworthy enough." Ludwig thought aloud.
"Should we tell the others?"
Ludwig nodded. The two returned outside to the group. Ludwig face-palmed when he saw that the others were exactly how they had left them. Alfred was still asleep, Arthur was still arguing with Gilbert and who was gay or not, and Matthew was still defending the albino and had started defending Alfred as well.
"Everyone listen up!" the German shouted, shocking everyone into silence. "I haf an announcement to make. Roma und I vere talking about ze whole issue with ze country names und haf decided to ask Mr. Smith to help us. It seems it should have been easy to decide who vas who, but apparently ve've been having memory lapses after ve talk about ourselves as the country that ve are und can't remember exactly vhat vas said."
"Yeah, I think I know what you're going on about." Arthur said, nodding. "A while ago when I was complaining about learning about bloody America, I couldn't remember what I said after I finished saying it."
"Vee~ Me too~" Feliciano added. "That happened to me while I was thinking a few days ago. But… why doesn't it affect you? You seem to remember all sorts of stuff, Luddy! Just not which country you are."
"…I'm not entirely sure… (2). But, ve're going to use the recent newscasts and our basic knowledge to figure it out." Ludwig said. "You are free to go."
The group started going their separate ways.
"Hey, Gil, Mattie, Artie!" Alfred called. "You guys wanna get something to eat?" he asked when the three had come closer to him.
The three shrugged and agreed. The small group started walking down the street towards their restaurant of choice. As they were walking, Alfred was going on how he usually did and spotted a wall that over-looked the edge of the street which led to a large, rather steep hill.
"The hero shall now walk on that wall!" the American declared, hopping up onto it.
"Al, be careful… you don't know how far down it is…" Matthew warned him.
"Don't worry; I won't die if I fall." Alfred assured them as he continued walking.
Arthur saw the stone move too late. The brick under Alfred's foot broke loose and his foot slipped from the wall. The American tried to regain his balance but failed and fell off the other side of the wall with a cry of surprise.
"Holy ****! Alfred!" the Brit shouted, running towards the wall. He reached it just as Alfred let out a sharp exclamation of pain, letting them know that he had hit the ground. He rolled for a bit before stopping at a large rock in the middle of the hill. Alfred had been right though: the fall hadn't killed him. But he was clearly wounded.
"Arthur, I'll lower you down." Gilbert offered. After the English man touched the ground, Gilbert climbed down and somehow convinced Matthew to jump to him.
Alfred's injuries didn't look fatal, but they did look quite painful. The young man's face was contorted in agony.
"Mein Gott, Al… vhat have you gotten yourself into zis time…?" Gilbert breathed, kind of light-heartedly.
"Stop joking around…around… Gil…" Alfred gasped out. "This really…hurts…"
"Then shut the bloody **** up and let us handle it!" Arthur snapped, pulling out his cell phone.
The other three were quite shocked at the harshness of Arthur's tone. Gilbert and Matthew quickly tried to assess the damage as well as they could though, as Arthur called the hospital.
"Al, why don't you ever listen to me…? How can you be so stupid…?" Matthew sighed, worry and a bit of guilt devouring him alive.
A/N: DUN DUN DUHHHHHH! Cliff hanger-ish chapter. You mad bro? Sorry, had too.
And so the plot thickens. Or however that phrase goes. No, I didn't hurt Alfred just to hurt him. I'm actually going somewhere with this. Just trust me. It'll all play out.
(1)So, we were playing this game on the bus ride home from a youth retreat. I (who cosplay as Canada, by the way) was chosen to be the Mafia the first round. And I won the game. Yup. Canadians are awesome.
(2)If you haven't see HetaOni, or aren't that far in it… SPOILER ALERT!
When the countries are talking about how their memories may be being altered by the clocks, Germany states that he hasn't gotten any false memories. Since he was the only one not affected by that, I chose him to be the only not affected by the memory forgetfulness when talking about the country stuff.
And Maka/DNGoT likes to read what I have before I type it/finish writing and won't let me live down Gil's comment about Mattie's hair. Since my hair is cut like Canada's, she keeps playing with my hair and saying that.
Sorry for any mistakes. I was a little rushed to finish this.
DISCLAIMER!
Matthew: Terach doesn't own Hetalia or any of the characters…
Peace out ya'll. I'll see you next chapter.