Ta-da~ the moment you've all been patiently waiting for! Thank you so much for your understanding and support! It took me a bit longer since I just got a cold and am currently snuggled under three layers of sheets with a box of tissues and a marathon of NCIS...Tony is a sexy, sexy, beast...
Disclaimer: If Hetalia was mine, America would forever be the uke and Arthur would be the badass seme, oh and for the chick (i'm assuming here) who said that Arthur was a privateer and not a pirate: honey, who cares? How many pictures of a sexy privateer!England have you seen? Okay, now compare that to the billions of hot photos of pirate!England. Alright. Get over it. Fanservice, honey. Fanservice.
Warnings: Gore, language, disturbing images
Billy: blah blah blah
Singing: la la la~
Thoughts: blah blah blah
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It hurts...
Where are you, big brother...
I want to go home...
I want to see him...
I want to see my Arthur...
Arthur leaped for the handle before Bit could scream for him to stop.
He regretted it instantly.
The door swung open and black clawed handsgripped his wrists and dragged him inside, closing the door behind him.
It was dark and painful.
The claws dug into his flesh and tore at his clothes. England let out a guteral scream as a talon gouged out his eye. The right side of his face felt wet and empty, his body burned and his head felt like it had been hit with a hammer, it hurts so much...
And then suddenly, the pain was gone.
"Hello my dear England. How are you enjoying my world?"
He quickly gave himself a once over and gasped. He was unharmed. He quickly felt his face for the bloody hole where his eye had been-only to find it perfectly intact. But that voice, he looked up to where the sound had come from, and immediately regretted it.
It was Billy.
The two of them were in total darkness and seemed to be floating in empty space, but Arthur could see Billy as clear as day.
And he didn't like what he saw.
He was a warped version of how Alfred had looked as a colony. His clothes and hair were the same, but his eyes were dark blue with even darker rings that actually seemed to be swirling. But it was his mouth that scared Arthur. It was broken into a huge grin that seemed to split his face in half with razor sharp teeth. His tongue was black.
"Don't look so surprised. You already know what I look like from Alfred's memories, am I correct? I assume that you saw them, the memories, I mean."
He didn't move his mouth to talk, the smile never faltered.
"My, my, my...I do believe this is the first time I've met you in person. Or, more precisely, the first time we have been properly introduced. My name is Billy," he gave a deep bow and lifted his head to meet green eyes, "and you are my prey."
Alfred was in white padded room in a straightjacket. Try as he did, he could not break free from the white straps. There was no door, only white. There was no visible light source, and yet there was light. Just a big, white, cube of silence.
That wasn't silent anymore.
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,
The doll's familiar singing was accompanied with an off-tune music box that sent shivers down his spine. He struggled furiously in his bindings, only to tip sideways and fall to his side. His glasses were no where to be found, they hadn't been on his face when he had ended up in the room, and the world was blurry. And white.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
He gasped when he felt something wet fall onto his face. A drop of water. Then another. And another. And then suddenly a tear ripped in the ceiling and water gushed from it like a faucet. The cube was beginning to flood and Alfred found himself thrashing around in an attempt to lift his face from the floor.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
His body was suddenly engulfed in water as the tear ripped even more. He was completely underwater now, yet the singing was anything but garbled, it actually sounded clearer and louder than ever. He kicked frantically up to what he hoped was the surface, yet doing so was extremely difficult due to his lack of hands.
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Something suddenly grabbed his ankle and he made the mistake of opening his mouth. As water rushed into his lungs he managed to crane his neck down to look at his attacker. The hand belonged to a woman with bright red hair and violet eyes. She wore a black dress that flowed around her, her hair mimicking it's movements. Her teeth were sharp and grinning.
He screamed.
Insanity is a term that society uses loosely and cruelly
Those who are insane use it as a term of endearment
Insanity is something to be feared and cherished
Something to be loved and hated
To be forgiven and not forgotten
Do not forget your insanity
It makes you important
And unimportant
Do not lose hope
Do not fret
Do not despair and cry to the heavens
Death thinks you are important
And unimportant