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I am practically bouncing off my walls! Requiem, which has 13 or 14 chapters only has 24 reviews. And this has a mere four(five including this one) chapters and 22 reviews! I'm thinking about making a contest. Thirtieth reviewer gets a Hetalia one shot from me. Any pairing. Any setting, you choose! So let's get to Thirty reviews~!
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Alfred sighed, combing a hand through his light brown hair. Arthur had been gone for a meagre few hours, and he was insanely worried. He knew his friends wouldn't care about helping him get Arthur back. Except for Francis and his own brother Matthew. Alfred knew that no one knew of why he excepted Misfits so much. His own father was a Misfit. Not that anyone knew of that. His father had been dead for years.
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"Mummy, how come Daddy has a different hait and eye colour from you, Mattie, and me?" "Huh...oh dear, Daddy is just a little different is all! Don't worry." Alfred's mother grinned. Her long hair was in a messy low ponytail, with strands of hair askew. Alfred had nodded and toddled off, to ask him.
"Daddy, why is your hair different from ours? And your eyes?" "Alfie, it's because some people are born different. They're called Misfits and are frowned upon by most for their strange hair and eye colour. But they're people like you and me, so we should treat them the same as we treat anyone else." Alfred listened, intrigued. "Okay! I'll treat them with R-E-S-P-E-C-T like a hero would!" Alfred's father simply laughed and ruffled Alfred's hair at the response.
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"Mattie! Francis!" Alfred called, matching into the lunchroom to search for said people. Two students chatting animatedly looked up from their lunches to wave Alfred over. "What do you need, mon ami?" Francis asked. "Yeah. Do you have a problem?" Matthew asked quietly. "Yeah. I need your help getting my friend back. He was kidnapped." "Oh, we'll gladly help, right Matt?" "Yeah." Alfred grinned. "Thanks! It's Arthur." "You mean that strange kid with green eyes and blonde hair? No thanks." Francis raised his hands up. "Y-Yeah, Al sorry. We don't want to be associated with him." Alfred's brow furrowed as he took in their reactions. "You guys said you would help! He isn't different from any of us, besides his hair and eye colour. You especially Mattie should be tolerant." Alfred narrowed his eyes. Matthew and Francis let out defeated sighs. "Fine...do you know where he lives?" "I have a vague idea of the location." "Alright, Al, go see if you can find it. I'll make up an excuse to the teachers as to why you're gone. C'mon Francis." Matthew stood, Francis following suit. "Thanks bro! I'm off." Alfred smiled and raced out.
'The woods...the woods...the woods..' Alfred chanted in his head. Finding the woods was the easy part. When he finally arrived at the start of the woods,he reassured himself that Arthur was fine. "Okay, finding a house in these woods shouldn't be too tough. It'd be blatantly obvious ad visible." Alfred walked into the woods, deciding on taking a straight path first.
He had been walking for around fifteen minutes when he stumbled upon a river. Directly to the right stood a modest blue tent. A big tent, that could hold a family. The kind that were always on display in sport shops. Alfred's suspicions arose and he gingerly unzipped the tent and walked in. He was greeted by a fluffy Misfit cat. On the left was a small set up mattress and a blanket. Various other items, such as clothes and papers were scattered haphazardly on the floor. The tent was in disarray. On a small table sat a single picture. Alfred looked at the picture to see a small child with blonde hair, green eyes, and large eyebrows being held by a woman. The woman had shoulder length light brown hair and blue eyes. Alfred assumed it was Arthur and his mum. Alfred had been in the dark on Arthur's situation. But now it was strikingly obvious to him. Arthur never ate lunch, and Alfred only hoped he ate breakfast and dinner. The time Arthur had bumped into him, he was carrying a bag full of cat food and soup. Alfred remembered how panicked Arthur had been over spilling his soup. "How can he live like this...? I wish he told me!" Alfred spoke in shock to no one. "Maybe he could live with me.."
Gilbert sighed and frowned. "Lovino and Feliciano. I gave you a simple task to retrieve him and you failed and shot him in the arm? See how easily I came into the classroom and got him? Why can't you two seem to be able to do it?" Lovino shrugged angrily, and stared at his feet. Feliciano looked like he was going to cry. "I-I'm sorry.." "Ugh. Don't be. Get better at it. For now, I'm demoting you two. You'll both be maintaining our headquarters and you won't be assigned any tasks. Maybe you'll get back up to your old positions. You are dismissed." Gilbert finished his lecture and walked off, to check on Arthur and explain to him.
"Arthur, you up?" "Yes I am." came the cold and snappy reply. Gilbert expelled a breath. "Listen. I know you don't understand why you're here. Let me explain. Since your birth, you've been the Sacred One, destined to lead the Misfit Revolution. And earn us respect and rights. We were supposed to capture you when you were born, but your mother wouldn't give you up. For years, we constantly attempted to get you back. After all, you were important. Your mother intervened everytime. So then came a breaking point. One cold night when you were about eleven, we rigged your house with explosives and gasoline. We made sure you were rescued without bringing suspicion to ourselves. And we set the house ablaze." Arthur gasped "You bastards! It was you who killed my mum!" "No, you don't understand. We HAD to. And now, six years later. The year you were prophesized to lead us. We finally have you. Please don't try to leave. The Revolution is going to begin sooner than you think." "I'm destined to do all of that? Hell, I'm only seventeen!" "You'll understand later. Now, are you hungry? Once you begin to cooperate with us, your restrictions will be removed." Gilbert gestured to the ropes securing Arthur' hands. Arthur glared at him. "I'm starving."
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Yay, done! Oh, this is what the Italy brothers look like and what everyone wears. http:/www. cosplay island. /files/
No spaces or anything. It's Holy! Romano and Italy from RomaHeta.
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Excuse mistakes, as I type on my phone.