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HetaOni: Lost Time Loop Ch. 6

(Aaaagh, this one is even shorter!! I'm-a so sorry!!! =A=)

“Itary-san…” Japan spoke quietly as he kneeled down next to Italy.

Italy looked at Japan and wiped the tears from his face.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Werr, I, evelyone was wondering why that book is so important to you.” he whispered to his friend.

Italy looked over his shoulder to the others.

England was sitting on one of the beds, deep in thought.

Prussia was trying his best to comfort Canada.

Germany was standing in the corner, trying to avoid any conversation.

…

Was that really all who was left?

Italy’s breath caught in his throat and he began coughing loudly.

Germany stiffened and glanced at Italy.

Italy could feel the sting of his piecing blue eyes glaring at him cautiously.

Germany had known that Italy had not been himself since everyone had arrived at the mansion, no one had, really. But Italy stood out the most, he was unstable.

Germany sighed, walking over to where Italy and Japan sat.

Italy held the book ever tighter to his chest.

“Italy… Vhat is been going on?”

Italy trembled as Germany spoke. He tried to smile in his friends’ presence.

“Italy. Answer me!” Germany spoke harshly, grabbing Italy’s shoulder with his blood-stained gloves.

“I-I want-a to tell you… But you’d-a never believe me!” Italy yelled as he began crying.

Germany watched as Italy began to cry again. It wasn’t unusual for the boy to cry, but this was different.

“You know we will risten to you, Itary-san.” Japan said calmly.

Italy looked down at his book.

“Pro-promise me you will!”

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HetaOni: Lost Time Loop Ch. 5

(Sorry, it's a short chapter)

The iron door of the safe room slammed shut behind a much shaken England. He gave a halfhearted smile as he sank to his knees on the hardwood floor.

“I-I’ve gotten your book, Italy…” He said shakily, placing the book on the floor and sliding it towards the young man.

“E-England! What happened?” Canada said worriedly, running to the older nation’s side.

“I found the bo-book, that’s a-all.” England wheezed, trying to hold back tears.

Italy, who was still being forced to sit still, looked up at Germany.

“Germany, let me go. I’m-a okay… I promise.”

Germany nodded in reply, letting Italy stand.

Italy walked over to England and kneeled down in front of him. Placing both hands on the man’s shoulders, Italy looked deeply into England’s eyes.

England shook and finally let his emotions get the better of him.

“I, w-we went to the the library. America and I. And America. America.” England began sobbing as he tried to speak. "THAT BLOODY THING. IT CAME. IT GOT ‘IM." England buried his face in his hands.

Canada bent down and hugged England, trying to console him as best he could even though he was crying now as well.

“E-England…” Italy stuttered.

England looked up at Italy and Canada. He smiled sadly and leaned in closer to Italy.

“I know why you needed this book…” England whispered, motioning to the book on the floor next to Italy. “I-I know of its power as well-”

“England, vhy don’t you rest? You’ve been through a lot.” Germany asked uncertainly.

England nodded and stood up, walking over to the beds.

All Italy could do was sit there, staring straight ahead at the door.

“How?

How could England possibly know about the book?”

Italy slowly looked at the book lying face-down next to him.

He picked it up carefully. A few droplets of what he assumed was America’s blood ran down off of the hard cover, pooling on the floor and further staining Italy’s hands.

He flipped open the front cover.

Surely enough, written on the first page read:

Property of Italy Veneziano

A tear slipped down his cheek as Italy hugged the book tightly to his chest. 

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HetaOni: Lost Time Loop Ch. 4

(Shorter chapter, but more gore in this one ^^)

“A-America!” England managed to choke out while trying not to stare at the bloody limb lying next to the man.

America cringed at England’s cry, turning his head away. He slowly drew his handgun from his pocket and aimed it above his head. He wanted more than anything for England to escape; to not get eaten like the others had. But he wasn’t just going to out and say that he cared for him.No, he was the hero; he would never say something like that out loud.

England watched in fear as America pointed his gun at the Thing.

A shot rang out.

The Thing raged. The bullet had hardly any effect on its tough, gray skin, but it had certainly made it angry.

The monster swiped an enormous, clawed hand at America, picking him up and roughly squeezing him.

“AH! A-AAAUGH-!” America wheezed, struggling to breathe while in the Thing’s grasp.

The Thing brought America close to its face.

Inches away.

“SchchhkrkkkrieiiiiiiIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” it screeched at him, nearly leaving him deaf in one ear. Then without hesitation, smashed America down into the hardwood floor.

The sounds of America’s mangled screams of agony and pain mixed with the audible sound of his bones crunching and popping resonated throughout the fourth floor.

It didn’t stop. It ground America further into the floorboards. A thick puddle of blood was gushing, oozing, from beneath the Thing’s gray hand where it held a motionless America in place.

England did all he could not to cry out in fear and disgust. He reluctantly ran in the opposite direction, slamming the door behind him as he went.

England only stopped running when he reached the second floor.

He knelt down and began sobbing. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. He hoped this was all a dream. Some vivid, horrible nightmare that he would wake up from any moment now in a cold sweat. Oh how he wished he could just wake up from this bloody nightmare hell he seemed to be trapped in.

But England knew better than that.

He knew that this wasn’t a nightmare.

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HetaOni: Lost Time Loop Ch. 3

“Ow! OW! JEEZ! Can you let go of my freakin’ arm already?!” America yelled. England glared at America and released his grip.

“America… I’ve never seen Italy act this way before.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, the boys’ always so cheerful and he’s never violent.”

“Haha, guess he is acting pretty weir- wait a second, what’s this sticky stuff on the walls?” America stopped walking and placed a gloved hand over a patch of red, sticky goo covering the wall.

“America, I think there’s someone over ther-” England’s eyes widened in terror at the sight before him.

“Huh? What is it dude?” America called as he ran up to England.

“Eh-erm, America! I don’t recommend taking a look…” England grimaced as America dashed past him; his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Oh, oh GOD!” America yelped. “OH GOD NO! THEY’RE—”

America cut himself off as he lost his footing and fell in a puddle of blood.

“A-America?” England gasped, holding his hand out to help the other up. America grabbed England’s hand and pulled himself off of the floor.

“Uhm… England, I don’t feel so hot.” America choked as he leaned back against the wall, trying to wipe the blood off of his jacket.

“Are you alrigh-” America’s body shook involuntarily and he vomited. “…I’ll take that as a “no” then. You know, I did try to warn you America.” America shook his head and tried to stand up straight.

“Yeah, yeah… but we still gotta find the book, dude.” England nodded, lost in thought.

“What happened to France? Is he dead too?”

England gulped at the thought. Even though he detested the man, he hoped that France was not dead with all of his being.

“America, that’s fresh blood on your jacket, isn’t it?” America shrugged. He took off his jacket and handed it to England.

“I mean, I guess it had to be pretty fresh to stick all over my clothes like that…” America shuddered.

“America, there’s a trail of blood here!”

“Oh goody! More dead bodies.” America sighed sarcastically.

--

“This is where the trail ends.” America shuddered, placing his hand on the metal doorknob of the second floor library. America pushed the door open and poked his head through the crack. “I think it’s safe to go in.” he said as he walked into the room.

“Are you sure it is?”

“Positive! The hero can’t be wrong at a time like this!” England sighed and followed America cautiously.

“Now where’s that book? I don’t see anything here that says “Italy” on it.”

“America, you can’t just expect to find some book with Italy’s name scribbled all over it!”

“Well it should be easier to find at least!” America pouted as he walked away.

“Hmph, that America… Well let’s see here-”

“ENGLAND, BRO! WATCH OUT!” Both England and America screamed as a bookshelf came crashing down right next to England.

“AMERICA! What the bloody-” England’s voice caught in his throat at what he saw.

The Thing.

It was looming over America, blood dripping from its open maw onto the top of the boy’s head. A bloody, gloved hand slipped from between the Thing’s pointed teeth and dropped to the ground next to America.

America just stood there with a pained expression on his face.

“I uh, kinda caught him eating someone… I’m pretty sure it was France…”

England stared in disbelief at the grey monster.

It seemed to smile at England, bits of torn flesh and muscle stuck between its teeth, blood smeared on its face. But most of all, it was grinning at him.

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HetaOni: Lost Time Loop Ch. 2

Italy didn’t even flinch as the blonde’s upper half hit the floor with a sickening THUD. He had seen these things happen far too often to be bothered by something as simple as this.

Italy stood, watching the monster finish its meal. It looked to him next hungrily.

“Haven’t had enough, huh?” Italy said dully.

The Thing smiled a sharp toothed grin and walked quickly over to Italy, trapping the boy between itself and a bookshelf. France’s ripped flesh fell from its face onto Italy’s.

The Thing bent down so it was the same height as its prey when Italy punched it in the eye.

The monster roared in pain and blindly swiped at the country.

The blow sent Italy flying once again, the bookshelf that was behind him moments ago was now splintered everywhere. Italy stood up and was forced to sit back down from the pain. He opened his eyes just in time to see The Thing running at him full speed.

It tore at him every which way with impaired vision. Italy did what he did best in these times.

He ran.

--

“Italy!” Germany yelled as the boy stumbled up the stairs into the safe room. Italy smiled knowing that he was safe inside the hidden room.

“I’m back~” he giggled, pretending to be his usual, bubbly self.

“But… vhere are the others?”

“They, they’re…” Italy couldn’t bring himself to look into Germany’s eyes as he spoke.

Germany nodded. Italy didn’t need to finish his sentence before everyone in the room knew what had happened.

Italy began to cry, he tried to calm himself but it was no use.

Germany bent down and tried to wipe the tears from Italy’s face. Italy shook and pushed the man away, sobbing.

“I-I was so… so stupid! Now I’ll, I’ll have to do it… go through this all… Not again!” Italy dropped to his knees. He couldn’t stop crying. He just desperately wanted this charade to end.

“What are you talking about Italy?!” England asked. “Go through what exactly?”

Italy stood up and pushed England aside.

“The book… WHERE THE HELL’S THAT BOOK!” he screamed. Italy punched the wall out of pure anger. In return, his balled fist made a sickening KRNNCH on impact.

“ITALY!” Germany yelled.

Italy simply turned around and smiled.

“We have to go back.”

“What are you saying Italy?!” England yelled as he ran to the boy’s side. “America! Go get some the lad some bloody bandages from the cabinets!”

Italy stared at England with distant eyes, his curl slightly tangled within itself. America returned with a roll of bandages and started to wrap Italy’s injured hand.

Italy growled menacingly at America as his hand was wrapped up.

“Dude, not cool! I’m just trying to fix your hand!” Italy pulled his hand away from America.

“Mia mano sta bene!” Italy spat, clenching his eyes shut and pushing America aside walked towards the door.

“Italy, you are NOT leaving zis room!” Germany yelled, pulling the disoriented boy down into a nearby chair.

“But... But Germany, I need to......” Italy whined furiously, kicking his legs in defiance.

“Vhy does ze brat need to leave ze room so badly?! He’s gone insane!” Prussia cried.

“C-calm down Prussia... We all need to calm down...” Canada whispered. “Now Italy, what were you talking about? A book?”

Italy looked up at canada. He nodded in response but didn’t stop struggling to get away from Germany.

“We can go for ya, dude!” America shouted cheerfully.

“N-no! It’s my responsibility!” Italy whimpered, he shivered and began sobbing once again.

“Italy......... America, England, can you go look ze book so he’ll calm down?” Germany sighed, finally letting go of Italy.

England nodded, grabbing America’s arm before the young country could dash out the door.

“I-it has... m-m-my name... on it...” Italy muttered as he shook, crying uncontrollably.

“...Got it. Let us be on our way.” England muttered grabbing America’s arm more tightly arm as they left the safe room.

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About my fanfic last night...

Did you guys actually like it omg.

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HetaOni: Lost Time Loop Ch.1

(WARNING!: I LIKE TO END WITH CLIFFHANGERS)

Italy clenched his fists. He was shaking violently as tears poured from his wide, copper eyes.

“How… How many times am I going to have to do this?!” he yelled in frustration.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder and instantly regretted doing so. There was blood smeared against the walls and hardwood floor. Dead bodies of his friends lay lifeless, blank eyes staring off into the distance. Italy was covered in blood as well, though most of it was not his own.

He tried to calm down and began identifying the bodies.

China lay sprawled out in a pool of blood. If it wasn’t for his long hair though, he would’ve been impossible to recognize; most of his face had been torn away by The Thing.

Russia was lying next to China, his right leg had been torn off and fresh blood was still oozing from the wound. The pale scarf that he always wore was pulled away, revealing his neck which had a large bite taken out of it. Italy shuddered and placed the scarf over the gaping hole. Was that all? Italy recalled being with China, Russia, and… and… France. Where was France? Italy looked around the hallway for the blonde man, but only found a trail of fresh blood leading around the corner. The bloody trail led up the stairs from the third to the fourth floor. Italy kept his head down; watching the trail, when he hit his head on something. “The… library?” Italy asked aloud, grabbing the doorknob firmly. -- “Onhonhon~” “France?” The man looked up from the book he was reading. “Yes, mon cher?” he grinned. “A-are you alright? How did you get away?!” “That monster? It stopped following me. It got my arm, but big brother France is alright.” France said, placing the book back on its shelf. “What about Russia and China?” “They’re…” Italy hung his head. France’s blue eyes grew wide as he realized the others hadn’t been so lucky. “We should get back to the rest.” France said softly, putting a bloody hand on Italy’s shoulder. Italy nodded, then turned and opened the door. Italy gasped. France let out a low groan. The Thing grinned. In the dim light Italy could see blood staining its teeth. Its breath reeked of rotting flesh. France backed up against the wall, holding his bleeding arm. “Oh mon dieu... Oh mon dieu, chose pas cette de nouveau!” France whined, slipping into his native language. The Thing stood still, as if waiting for the perfect moment. Nobody moved a muscle. Not even France. Then it lunged. Italy was thrown across the room into the wall. He slid down to the floor in a crumpled heap. “ITALY!” France screamed as the boy hit the wall not too far away from where he stood. He sighed when he saw Italy stir but his relief was short-lived as he was picked up by a huge, grey hand. Italy’s eyelids fluttered open wearily. He jolted upright however when he heard the man’s screams. The Thing seemed to almost be playing with the man. It dangled France over its mouth, finally dropping him halfway in. France struggled to free himself. He was too young to be eaten! The Thing grinned and with on quick movement… …it had bitten the man in half.