Chapter 11 (Still July 2, XXXX)
Canada watched, shocked and amazed, at the prone form of his assistant. He was only aware of the reason of the increased amount of stares in his direction when he had heard her collapse. Now he could only wonder why the image of her is flickering and changing.
Before his eyes she slowly changed looks and molded her features into that of the beautiful blond that he had met yesterday. Then the hair darkened and her features became softer into the form of a pale, auburn female.
A hesitant hand taps his shoulders and he snaps out of his reverie to acknowledge the one beside him.
Japan looks at him with his forever unreadable eyes, "Canada-san, perhaps we should move her to a place more comfortable then the ground."
He nods and gestures for Germany to help pick her up. They lift her and make way towards the door, England opens it for them and they leave. Several nations follow them, consisting of Japan, Italy, France, and China.
Once outside Canada muses aloud, "Where should we bring her, obviously a hospital is not an option."
"How about the break room?" Italy suggests, "There's a couch that we could put her on."
"I'm not sure if she is still a she," France interrupts to the consternation of the others.
Surely enough, when they spin and see the form of the young female they were holding change into that of-
"Peter?" Canada exclaims with no small amount of alarm. First his assistant collapses and now she was a he and now that he was his old assistant. He hadn't seen anything as strange as this since- since he had died. A wave of some indiscernible emotion floods through him.
"Canada-san, perhaps we should be more exigent in our need to find the break room," Japan reminds them all.
Canada nods and heads them towards the meeting room, disturbed and confused. The man had some explaining to do once he woke up. Or she. He was so confused.
China's eyes narrows at when Peter Adams changes into the form of an old man with gray hair then into a balding man with a long form, "This isn't right," He speaks, "I've never seen anything like this since the days the spirits and gods used to roam the Earth for all to see. And that was thousands of years ago."
Japan nods, "I agree, this is most unusual."
Germany raises an eyebrow at this, "You have seen this before?"
"Yes," China answers, "a very long time ago. I was probably less than five hundred years old…"
"And?" Canada prompted.
"It was a young nation; I don't think that he or she, I can't remember, lasted more than a hundred years. I remember him trying to become a country, he was an ambitious kid with little respect for anyone," At this China sniffs from a long forgotten grudge, "He had a family, I remember, dysfunctional, like my provinces, but still a family. I noticed that after he became a nation that family suddenly disappeared, I never saw them again."
"As wonderful as this story is, may you tell me the purpose of it?" England asks to China's indignation.
While glaring he continues, "The boy, he went insane. First he began speaking with different voices, some of I had recognized to be his family. Then I noticed that he began to look different every time I saw him. It is too long ago to remember, but all I really can remember is shock when I saw him change forms in an argument with himself."
"What happened?" Italy asks.
China looks away, "I- I do not know. It was a long time ago, but I believe that his country was overtaken and destroyed."
"So you never found out?" England deadpanned.
China glared again, "No, I didn't."
Germany, who had been listening silently, now interrupts what could have become a fight. He had seen something happen to this every-changing entity and now felt that he should warn the others. Because this might be the key to unlocking the closed section of his mind with the little boy crying and crying about that girl with the panties and the broomstick and- His head hurt too much to remember.
Instead he speaks, "What… What is happening to him?"
"Haven't you been listening? We don't-" England spins to see his fellow nation and the unconscious figure and falters, "...know…"
For, as they watch, the sullen looking teenager who was currently the form of the figure was changing once again. The lengthy dark hair shortens and lightens to a slightly messy style of golden colored hair. The form ages several years into that of a muscled and strong late teenager and his face turns from sharp and almost pointed to an angelic face that-
"My God," Canada's emotion wrought exclamation was the only thing heard in the silence.
As brilliant blue eyes watches them.
I do not own Hetalia.
I just reread my last update, aaaand that was pretty cruel wasn't it? This was a very short update, I'm trying to see how long I can go before one of you guys kill me. Just kidding, the confrontation is soon, I'm already writing it.
I actually meant to stay on break for a while, but a delightful little chat with Mon Esprit Libre made me change my mind. Also, while I'm pointing fingers, sorry to one of my followers (Lord Voldy style!) who found that there was too much 'mind screw' in this. I'm sorry. I have a weird mind.
I am so cruel. Review while I go back onto break!