[Fanfic] Through rose--uh--black colored lenses
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Title: Through rose--uh--black colored lenses.
Author:
nekojirou_san (a.k.a saimai)
Warnings: Dialogue heavy. Description? Virtually non-existent.
Characters: Russia, Lithuania, America, England, France, Germany, Italy, Japan ... oh and Canada. (+ Prussia and Austria)
Summary: Everyone's in a cargo bin. It's all dark. They can't see anything and they don't even remember why they're there. Chaos ensues.
Other Parts: 01 02 03 04 05 06
Author's Note:
The idea is courtesy of
hobo_san (though, I sort of derailed from what our original conversation was about.)
Culture Notes:
L'International des Feux de Loto-Québec (presented by TELUS!) is held every year (every Saturday) all summer at La Ronde, here in Montréal.
The special thing about this is that every show represents a certain country/nation. It's basically a fireworks competition between countries. Fun, huh?
This is year there was Spain, England/UK, Australia, Hong Kong/China, Argentina, Québec/Canada, United States and South Africa.
I don't know who won this year, but Alfred won 2008 and Iggy won the year before that.
Just maybe this has convinced you to come to Montréal next summer for Otakuthon AND Fireworks. I'm only half-kidding.
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A SERIES OF UNRELATED SHORT EVENTS
Through rose--uh--black colored lenses.
0-0
It's dark and nobody knows who's who. There are several voices, having multiple different conversations, but it's so dark that no one's sure who they are talking to.
They didn't know where they were. After some debating, they decided they were in a cargo bin. After all, that made the most sense. They were in something square with no windows or anything. It was a just an empty box big enough to fit all of them.
Alright, they were locked inside a bin.
Did I mention limited oxygen supply?
-0-
England was already going mad himself. "DAMNIT WHERE ARE YOU ALFRED?! COME HERE SO I CAN STRANGLE YOU!"
From the other end of the bin, Iggy head a familiar laugh reply. "COME AND GET ME THEN OLD MAN!"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING AN OLD MAN! WHY YOU SON--"
Japan pulled at the bottom of Iggy's shirt. "Please calm down Arthur! You're wasting away our little oxygen."
"Damnit. Fine." The blond crossed his arms and sat back down. "What the hell is this anyway?"
"Who knows?"
-0-
Another voice spoke up. It was deep and rough with a sense of responsibility. It couldn't be anyone but Germany. "Who else is here anyway?"
Various "I am"s echoed in the bin.
"Even if you say 'I am' no one can know who you are!!" Germany exclaimed louder. It was already starting to feel like world meeting. Except this situation was worst because he couldn't see anything. Hell, he didn't even know where Italy was.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! My foot!"
--Okay well, now he did. Sighing, Germany repeated his orders. "Everyone please state their name one by one!"
"AMERICA!" went first, of course.
"England."
"Japan."
"I-Italy! V-ve ..."
"France ~"
"L-lithuania ..."
"Russia!"
A unanimous THUD! followed Russia's introduction. "W-w-what the hell are you doing here?" England's voice echoed.
"Hehehe!" came the reply.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault!" Lithuania added, with a pitiful voice.
"...ada, too ..."
"Huh? Did anyone hear that?" This time, France asking.
America responded. "Hear what?"
"Me!"
"THAT!" France repeated after a tiny voice had spoken.
England laughed. "Is hair growing in your ears now too, wine bastard? Hahaha!"
"What? I dare you to say that again, Iggy!"
"Don't call me that. Get over here so I can rip your throat to pieces!" Iggy shouted back. In the background, America laughed. "You too Alfred!"
"Come on, calm down all of you!" Japan tried, but was ignored.
Germany temper grew. "WHY DON'T ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!?"
-0-
Canada whimpered in his corner.
"No one can see anyone and I'm still the one being ignored. This sucks."
-0-
"R-russia, sir ... t-that's--" Lithuania cried out. "S-stop it! I know you have enough space on your side. There's no need to come leaning onto me!"
Russia laughed in reply. "What are you saying Toris dear? It's much more comfortable this way, yes?"
"S-sir ..."
"Would you two stop it over there? We've got to find a way to get out here first!" England's voice boomed nearby.
"Hehe. Well, if all become one with Russia--"
"REJECTED!"
-0-
"Germany! Germany! You've got to help! I tripped over there and lost my shoe!" Italy grabbed onto the nearest person and started complaining.
"Hmmm, Italy?" Whoever it was Italy jumped onto, pushed him down. "Why is there a need to find your shoe when I'm about to take everything else off?"
Italy broke out in cold sweat. "Giii! Big brother France! STOP IT! STOP! What are you--Waaa! Germany! Germany!!"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ITALY!!" Germany's voice was followed by a large BOOM!
England smashed onto one of the walls of the bin. "Damnit Germany! IF YOU'RE GOING TO PUNCH SOMEONE AT LEAST GET THE PERSON RIGHT!"
Germany groaned. "How on earth are we supposed to figure out who's who in this situation!?"
"Don't ask me, damned potato head!"
"My head doesn't look like a potato!"
"Waaah, Germany!" Italy continued to cry.
America's laughed echoed. "Hahaha! Is it time for the hero to show his stuff?"
"You shut up Alfred!"
"Heeh? But I know how we can get out of here!"
The bin fell silent. Lithuania took the initiative. "A-america sir! Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"Hahaha! A hero always waits for the perfect moment to save the day!"
"Oh just shut up and tell us already, hamburger brain!" England pressed.
"Arthur, aren't you strangely bitter today?" Japan commented.
"T-that's just because of the lack of air!"
"Ah,"
-0-
"Ahem!" America started. If there was light, America would most probably be standing in the middle of the room, holding a burger.
"So?"
"I'm going to call Tony!"
"Ha?"
"Ah! It's that strange green big-headed friend of yours, right? He was so cute ..." Lithuania remembered.
France recalled as well. "Oh right! That alien."
"There's no such thing as aliens!" Iggy protested.
"Nor fairies ..." France shot back.
"Hmph! They do exist! Damned imagination-less gits."
Meanwhile, Alfred took out his marvelous cellphone. The little light was enough for everyone to pin point their own location within the bin. Finding himself right beside Alfred, Iggy pulled on the other nation's ear. "This better work!"
America merely laughed in reply as he dialed the number. "..."
Germany looked worried. "What is it?"
"Ahaha ... there's no signal."
Yeah well, they all expected that.
-0-
Prussia was walking down the halls of Austria's home. When he reached a certain door, he opened it wide. "Hey Roderich, you wouldn't happen to know where West is?"
Austria was at his piano, petting the keys in awfully questionable way. "D-do you mind? I'm having a moment here!" He exclaimed, feeling a tad bit interrupted. "What do you want anyway, Gilbert?"
"Well, I was looking for Kiku and couldn't find him. So I decided to ask West, but he vanished as well. Italy isn't anywhere to be found either."
The glasses-clad man sighed. "Maybe they got themselves stuck on an island again."
"Is it alright not to go look for them?" Prussia asked, mostly out of concern for Kiku. "Hm, maybe I should go find him ..."
"Suit yourself." Roderich replied, returning his attention to his piano.
-0-
"I GOT IT!" America exclaimed.
"What?" Iggy replied, with fatigue-ridden voice and tinge of frustration. This was probably Alfred's fifth suggestion in the last half hour. Not that anyone was sure how much time had passed since they were in that bin.
"Let's smash the walls and break free!"
Everyone sighed unanimously. If they could do that, they would have done it already.
"Hmm ..." Japan leaned onto England's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Iggy asked.
"Sorry, I'm just tired. I think we're running out of oxygen."
"Come to think of it, it is getting harder and harder to breathe." Germany added.
"Heeh?! ARE WE GOING TO DIE HERE!? I don't wanna. Germany! Germany! We gotta do something!" Italy panicked. From the wind his flailing was doing, Germany guessed he was nearby.
The german pulled on the pasta nation's arm. "You can start by remaining calm for once."
"Ve ..."
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"Toris, maybe we can use your body to break out of the bin, yes?" Russia said playfully.
"P-please don't joke about such things, sir! It's not even funny! I would die!"
Russia laughed. "Hehe, well I guess that would be a tad bit of a waste."
"O-only a tad bit ...?" Lithuania repeated, remembering his little self-worth.
"Why don't we use Alfred's head instead? It's empty, so breaking it shouldn't be a problem." Iggy suggesting, his voice soaking in sarcasm.
America's laugh boomed again. "Hahaha! In that case, why not use your head? It's as hard as steel. It definitely wouldn't hurt smashing it against metal."
"You wanna say that again!?"
-0-
France sighed. "This would all be much better if I wasn't stuck in a bin with you lot. Why am I always surrounded by such a boorish group? At this rate, I'm going to miss my date."
"Why don't you go drown in the ocean while pondering about your own boorish existence? We were all busy doing something before this!" Yep, Iggy was really bitter today.
"I would've been happy having at least China and Austria here too." France continued, ignoring England. "At least your here, eh, Italy?" The frenchman grabbed onto the nearest person's chin as he whispered his last word.
Russia laughed. "France, you're touching the wrong person. Hmhm."
"GIIIIIIIII!" In a swift movement, France backed away into a corner.
-0-
Prussia was walking around. He did say he say going to look for Japan and the rest, but he had honestly no idea where they could be.
"Oh my god, what if Canada found a way to make everyone invisible and used it on everybody?!" Prussia imagined.
"... Nah, as if that's even possible."
-0-
Canada was still in his corner wishing he could say something. Like how they weren't in a bin. Like how they were at his house. Like how he wished Russia would stand up so he can turn on the lights. I'm not a chair! He complained in his mind.
"It's no use ..." He whispered. "I don't even know where Kumajin is."
-0-
Prussia decided to visit Canada's place. He had no leads and Canada always did give him good advice. It wouldn't hurt to rely on him again this time too.
"Hellooo? Matthew?" He tried, opening the door.
"Ah, if it isn't the albino brat." Kumajirou greeted from the sofa.
Prussia gawked. "You can talk?"
"Of course I can, I'm not a teddie bear you idiot."
This thing's mouth is as bad as England's, "Uh yeah, okay. Where's Matthew?"
"Who?" Pause. "Oh right him. I forgot."
The bear jumped from the sofa and beckoned Prussia to follow him.
"Where are we going?" Prussia asked.
"Would you stop asking questions? You're one annoying albino brat."
-0-
THUD!
"What the hell was that?" England exclaimed.
Japan answered. "I think that's the sound of France-san collapsing."
"Well, that was strangely precise. As expected from a japanese ninja."
"Thank you for your kind words, Germany-san."
-0-
"Ve, I'm hungry." Italy complained. "I can't even make pasta in this situation."
"Is that all you can think about?" Germany shot. "Then again, I'm getting pretty hungry myself."
"I want to have some of Toris' sweets." Russia asked.
"Sorry sir, you ate the last candy I had just now."
-0-
Meanwhile, England heard an awfully familiar munching sound. As soon as he realized what it was, he stood up with a loud "AH!" Though it was dark, everyone turned towards where England's voice came from.
"Mhmf?" went one voice that couldn't possibly be anyone but America chowing down a burger.
"YOU! WHY AND HOW THE HELL IS IT THAT YOU HAVE FOOD!?" Iggy demanded, curling his fingers into a fist.
America swallowed. "Well, of course it's because I brought it in with me! You sure do ask some stupid questions, Arthur!"
Hungry. Bitchy. At the end of his ropes. England decided to strip himself of all decency and jumped Alfred as soon as he pinpointed his location by sound. "GIVE ME THAT BURGER!"
"NO! It's my burger! Get your own!"
As the two bickered, Japan moved over a bit so as to not get pushed over by them. Normally, he'd try and stop them, but he was strangely tired. "It's amazing how they can act like this in this situation."
Russia's familiar laugh rang directly from beside him. "But it's livelier and more entertaining this way, yes?"
-0-
"Damnit Alfred! Just give me the damn burger already! Flailing won't help, so just give it to me before you accidentally throw it at someone!" Iggy argued.
"No way!"
America continued to wave around the burger so that England wouldn't get it. Of course, in this situation, only one thing could possibly happen.
The burger slipped from America's grip and flew into the dark unknown of the bin.
Well, it wasn't a bin. It was actually just a conveniently utterly empty room in Canada's house. But since everyone still believed they were in a bin. We'll use the word bin.
The burger flew right past Japan, who ducked. During that movement, he sadly realized that ducking meant the thing would Russia directly.
"Oh, isn't this convenient." was the sentence, however, that came out of Russia's mouth following the millisecond Japan ducked.
"S-sir?!" Lithuania exclaimed.
-0-
Canada didn't feel good at all. This was an awfully humiliating way to become visible again. That is, being used as a human shield for an oncoming hamburger attack.
Wait a sec, did that mean that Russia knew all along he was sitting on Canada?"
"Al, you're burgers are really oily." was all Matty boy could bring himself to say in that situation.
Finally sensing the blond's existence, Japan took the initiative by offering a handkerchief. "Ah, Canada-san. You were here?"
He groaned, accepting the cloth from Japan. "Well yes, this is my place after all."
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"Ah come to think of it, I do vaguely remember getting an invitation from Canada." Germany recalled, after some thought.
"Oh! Me too, me too!" Italy chimed in.
America decided to give it a moment's thought as well. "Oooh ~ that's true! But why are we here again?"
Iggy, still on top of the other nation, answered. "Come on! Don't you remember? We're here for the fireworks, right Matthew?" He said despite only remembering this information that very second.
Canada nodded ... even though no one could see him, the situation being what it was and not due to his invisibility. "It's the last show of the year. Master Gilbert really wanted to see them, so I decided to invite everyone else too ..." He wept inside. It seemed like no one remembered. "Um, Russia. I'd appreciate it if you put me down ... please."
The big-boned nation gave a cryptic giggle and complied. Canada uttered a small 'thanks' before proceeding to locate himself in the room to find the light switch.
Flick.
But the light turned on before he could do anything. The sudden light blinded everyone, minus Russia who remained completely unfazed by his surroundings.
-0-
"What were you all doing in a dark room?" Prussia asked, eyeing everyone (including the KO'd France) curiously. "Ah! Kiku, there you are!"
"Good evening Gil. Are you here for the fireworks too?"
The albino looked confused for a second. "OH THAT'S RIGHT!"
Canada wept a little more, but kept it to myself.
"You could always join with Russia and we can conquer the world together, yes?" Russia suggested, teasing Canada a bit even though he meant half his sentence.
"No way!" The blond replied with rare conviction. "I don't want to end up like poor Lithuania--oh sorry."
Lithuania offered a weak smile. "Oh no, no! It's alright. I'm used to it."
"Used to vhat, eh? Lithuania?"
"N-nothing sir! Russia is fantastic. Aha."
-0-
Sometime later ...
Germany sighed deeply. They were currently on Canada's roof watching the fireworks. Germany was awfully fatigued by today's events.
"Oh! Germany, Germany, look! It's really really beautiful! Waaa! Doesn't it look like a rabbit?" Italy continued commenting his views. "Ooh! That was biiig one! Wow! Germany, come on, come look!"
The blond only sighed again. "My head hurts."
-0-
And yes, chaos continues to reign in this all but ruined world.
THE END!
--just kidding, there's still the after-party.
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Title: Through rose--uh--black colored lenses.
Author:
nekojirou_san (a.k.a saimai)
Warnings: Dialogue heavy. Description? Virtually non-existent.
Characters: Russia, Lithuania, America, England, France, Germany, Italy, Japan ... oh and Canada. (+ Prussia and Austria)
Summary: Everyone's in a cargo bin. It's all dark. They can't see anything and they don't even remember why they're there. Chaos ensues.
Other Parts: 01 02 03 04 05 06
Author's Note:
The idea is courtesy of
hobo_san (though, I sort of derailed from what our original conversation was about.)
Culture Notes:
L'International des Feux de Loto-Québec (presented by TELUS!) is held every year (every Saturday) all summer at La Ronde, here in Montréal.
The special thing about this is that every show represents a certain country/nation. It's basically a fireworks competition between countries. Fun, huh?
This is year there was Spain, England/UK, Australia, Hong Kong/China, Argentina, Québec/Canada, United States and South Africa.
I don't know who won this year, but Alfred won 2008 and Iggy won the year before that.
Just maybe this has convinced you to come to Montréal next summer for Otakuthon AND Fireworks. I'm only half-kidding.
0-0
A SERIES OF UNRELATED SHORT EVENTS
Through rose--uh--black colored lenses.
0-0
It's dark and nobody knows who's who. There are several voices, having multiple different conversations, but it's so dark that no one's sure who they are talking to.
They didn't know where they were. After some debating, they decided they were in a cargo bin. After all, that made the most sense. They were in something square with no windows or anything. It was a just an empty box big enough to fit all of them.
Alright, they were locked inside a bin.
Did I mention limited oxygen supply?
-0-
England was already going mad himself. "DAMNIT WHERE ARE YOU ALFRED?! COME HERE SO I CAN STRANGLE YOU!"
From the other end of the bin, Iggy head a familiar laugh reply. "COME AND GET ME THEN OLD MAN!"
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING AN OLD MAN! WHY YOU SON--"
Japan pulled at the bottom of Iggy's shirt. "Please calm down Arthur! You're wasting away our little oxygen."
"Damnit. Fine." The blond crossed his arms and sat back down. "What the hell is this anyway?"
"Who knows?"
-0-
Another voice spoke up. It was deep and rough with a sense of responsibility. It couldn't be anyone but Germany. "Who else is here anyway?"
Various "I am"s echoed in the bin.
"Even if you say 'I am' no one can know who you are!!" Germany exclaimed louder. It was already starting to feel like world meeting. Except this situation was worst because he couldn't see anything. Hell, he didn't even know where Italy was.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! My foot!"
--Okay well, now he did. Sighing, Germany repeated his orders. "Everyone please state their name one by one!"
"AMERICA!" went first, of course.
"England."
"Japan."
"I-Italy! V-ve ..."
"France ~"
"L-lithuania ..."
"Russia!"
A unanimous THUD! followed Russia's introduction. "W-w-what the hell are you doing here?" England's voice echoed.
"Hehehe!" came the reply.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault!" Lithuania added, with a pitiful voice.
"...ada, too ..."
"Huh? Did anyone hear that?" This time, France asking.
America responded. "Hear what?"
"Me!"
"THAT!" France repeated after a tiny voice had spoken.
England laughed. "Is hair growing in your ears now too, wine bastard? Hahaha!"
"What? I dare you to say that again, Iggy!"
"Don't call me that. Get over here so I can rip your throat to pieces!" Iggy shouted back. In the background, America laughed. "You too Alfred!"
"Come on, calm down all of you!" Japan tried, but was ignored.
Germany temper grew. "WHY DON'T ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!?"
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Canada whimpered in his corner.
"No one can see anyone and I'm still the one being ignored. This sucks."
-0-
"R-russia, sir ... t-that's--" Lithuania cried out. "S-stop it! I know you have enough space on your side. There's no need to come leaning onto me!"
Russia laughed in reply. "What are you saying Toris dear? It's much more comfortable this way, yes?"
"S-sir ..."
"Would you two stop it over there? We've got to find a way to get out here first!" England's voice boomed nearby.
"Hehe. Well, if all become one with Russia--"
"REJECTED!"
-0-
"Germany! Germany! You've got to help! I tripped over there and lost my shoe!" Italy grabbed onto the nearest person and started complaining.
"Hmmm, Italy?" Whoever it was Italy jumped onto, pushed him down. "Why is there a need to find your shoe when I'm about to take everything else off?"
Italy broke out in cold sweat. "Giii! Big brother France! STOP IT! STOP! What are you--Waaa! Germany! Germany!!"
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ITALY!!" Germany's voice was followed by a large BOOM!
England smashed onto one of the walls of the bin. "Damnit Germany! IF YOU'RE GOING TO PUNCH SOMEONE AT LEAST GET THE PERSON RIGHT!"
Germany groaned. "How on earth are we supposed to figure out who's who in this situation!?"
"Don't ask me, damned potato head!"
"My head doesn't look like a potato!"
"Waaah, Germany!" Italy continued to cry.
America's laughed echoed. "Hahaha! Is it time for the hero to show his stuff?"
"You shut up Alfred!"
"Heeh? But I know how we can get out of here!"
The bin fell silent. Lithuania took the initiative. "A-america sir! Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"Hahaha! A hero always waits for the perfect moment to save the day!"
"Oh just shut up and tell us already, hamburger brain!" England pressed.
"Arthur, aren't you strangely bitter today?" Japan commented.
"T-that's just because of the lack of air!"
"Ah,"
-0-
"Ahem!" America started. If there was light, America would most probably be standing in the middle of the room, holding a burger.
"So?"
"I'm going to call Tony!"
"Ha?"
"Ah! It's that strange green big-headed friend of yours, right? He was so cute ..." Lithuania remembered.
France recalled as well. "Oh right! That alien."
"There's no such thing as aliens!" Iggy protested.
"Nor fairies ..." France shot back.
"Hmph! They do exist! Damned imagination-less gits."
Meanwhile, Alfred took out his marvelous cellphone. The little light was enough for everyone to pin point their own location within the bin. Finding himself right beside Alfred, Iggy pulled on the other nation's ear. "This better work!"
America merely laughed in reply as he dialed the number. "..."
Germany looked worried. "What is it?"
"Ahaha ... there's no signal."
Yeah well, they all expected that.
-0-
Prussia was walking down the halls of Austria's home. When he reached a certain door, he opened it wide. "Hey Roderich, you wouldn't happen to know where West is?"
Austria was at his piano, petting the keys in awfully questionable way. "D-do you mind? I'm having a moment here!" He exclaimed, feeling a tad bit interrupted. "What do you want anyway, Gilbert?"
"Well, I was looking for Kiku and couldn't find him. So I decided to ask West, but he vanished as well. Italy isn't anywhere to be found either."
The glasses-clad man sighed. "Maybe they got themselves stuck on an island again."
"Is it alright not to go look for them?" Prussia asked, mostly out of concern for Kiku. "Hm, maybe I should go find him ..."
"Suit yourself." Roderich replied, returning his attention to his piano.
-0-
"I GOT IT!" America exclaimed.
"What?" Iggy replied, with fatigue-ridden voice and tinge of frustration. This was probably Alfred's fifth suggestion in the last half hour. Not that anyone was sure how much time had passed since they were in that bin.
"Let's smash the walls and break free!"
Everyone sighed unanimously. If they could do that, they would have done it already.
"Hmm ..." Japan leaned onto England's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Iggy asked.
"Sorry, I'm just tired. I think we're running out of oxygen."
"Come to think of it, it is getting harder and harder to breathe." Germany added.
"Heeh?! ARE WE GOING TO DIE HERE!? I don't wanna. Germany! Germany! We gotta do something!" Italy panicked. From the wind his flailing was doing, Germany guessed he was nearby.
The german pulled on the pasta nation's arm. "You can start by remaining calm for once."
"Ve ..."
-0-
"Toris, maybe we can use your body to break out of the bin, yes?" Russia said playfully.
"P-please don't joke about such things, sir! It's not even funny! I would die!"
Russia laughed. "Hehe, well I guess that would be a tad bit of a waste."
"O-only a tad bit ...?" Lithuania repeated, remembering his little self-worth.
"Why don't we use Alfred's head instead? It's empty, so breaking it shouldn't be a problem." Iggy suggesting, his voice soaking in sarcasm.
America's laugh boomed again. "Hahaha! In that case, why not use your head? It's as hard as steel. It definitely wouldn't hurt smashing it against metal."
"You wanna say that again!?"
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France sighed. "This would all be much better if I wasn't stuck in a bin with you lot. Why am I always surrounded by such a boorish group? At this rate, I'm going to miss my date."
"Why don't you go drown in the ocean while pondering about your own boorish existence? We were all busy doing something before this!" Yep, Iggy was really bitter today.
"I would've been happy having at least China and Austria here too." France continued, ignoring England. "At least your here, eh, Italy?" The frenchman grabbed onto the nearest person's chin as he whispered his last word.
Russia laughed. "France, you're touching the wrong person. Hmhm."
"GIIIIIIIII!" In a swift movement, France backed away into a corner.
-0-
Prussia was walking around. He did say he say going to look for Japan and the rest, but he had honestly no idea where they could be.
"Oh my god, what if Canada found a way to make everyone invisible and used it on everybody?!" Prussia imagined.
"... Nah, as if that's even possible."
-0-
Canada was still in his corner wishing he could say something. Like how they weren't in a bin. Like how they were at his house. Like how he wished Russia would stand up so he can turn on the lights. I'm not a chair! He complained in his mind.
"It's no use ..." He whispered. "I don't even know where Kumajin is."
-0-
Prussia decided to visit Canada's place. He had no leads and Canada always did give him good advice. It wouldn't hurt to rely on him again this time too.
"Hellooo? Matthew?" He tried, opening the door.
"Ah, if it isn't the albino brat." Kumajirou greeted from the sofa.
Prussia gawked. "You can talk?"
"Of course I can, I'm not a teddie bear you idiot."
This thing's mouth is as bad as England's, "Uh yeah, okay. Where's Matthew?"
"Who?" Pause. "Oh right him. I forgot."
The bear jumped from the sofa and beckoned Prussia to follow him.
"Where are we going?" Prussia asked.
"Would you stop asking questions? You're one annoying albino brat."
-0-
THUD!
"What the hell was that?" England exclaimed.
Japan answered. "I think that's the sound of France-san collapsing."
"Well, that was strangely precise. As expected from a japanese ninja."
"Thank you for your kind words, Germany-san."
-0-
"Ve, I'm hungry." Italy complained. "I can't even make pasta in this situation."
"Is that all you can think about?" Germany shot. "Then again, I'm getting pretty hungry myself."
"I want to have some of Toris' sweets." Russia asked.
"Sorry sir, you ate the last candy I had just now."
-0-
Meanwhile, England heard an awfully familiar munching sound. As soon as he realized what it was, he stood up with a loud "AH!" Though it was dark, everyone turned towards where England's voice came from.
"Mhmf?" went one voice that couldn't possibly be anyone but America chowing down a burger.
"YOU! WHY AND HOW THE HELL IS IT THAT YOU HAVE FOOD!?" Iggy demanded, curling his fingers into a fist.
America swallowed. "Well, of course it's because I brought it in with me! You sure do ask some stupid questions, Arthur!"
Hungry. Bitchy. At the end of his ropes. England decided to strip himself of all decency and jumped Alfred as soon as he pinpointed his location by sound. "GIVE ME THAT BURGER!"
"NO! It's my burger! Get your own!"
As the two bickered, Japan moved over a bit so as to not get pushed over by them. Normally, he'd try and stop them, but he was strangely tired. "It's amazing how they can act like this in this situation."
Russia's familiar laugh rang directly from beside him. "But it's livelier and more entertaining this way, yes?"
-0-
"Damnit Alfred! Just give me the damn burger already! Flailing won't help, so just give it to me before you accidentally throw it at someone!" Iggy argued.
"No way!"
America continued to wave around the burger so that England wouldn't get it. Of course, in this situation, only one thing could possibly happen.
The burger slipped from America's grip and flew into the dark unknown of the bin.
Well, it wasn't a bin. It was actually just a conveniently utterly empty room in Canada's house. But since everyone still believed they were in a bin. We'll use the word bin.
The burger flew right past Japan, who ducked. During that movement, he sadly realized that ducking meant the thing would Russia directly.
"Oh, isn't this convenient." was the sentence, however, that came out of Russia's mouth following the millisecond Japan ducked.
"S-sir?!" Lithuania exclaimed.
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Canada didn't feel good at all. This was an awfully humiliating way to become visible again. That is, being used as a human shield for an oncoming hamburger attack.
Wait a sec, did that mean that Russia knew all along he was sitting on Canada?"
"Al, you're burgers are really oily." was all Matty boy could bring himself to say in that situation.
Finally sensing the blond's existence, Japan took the initiative by offering a handkerchief. "Ah, Canada-san. You were here?"
He groaned, accepting the cloth from Japan. "Well yes, this is my place after all."
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"Ah come to think of it, I do vaguely remember getting an invitation from Canada." Germany recalled, after some thought.
"Oh! Me too, me too!" Italy chimed in.
America decided to give it a moment's thought as well. "Oooh ~ that's true! But why are we here again?"
Iggy, still on top of the other nation, answered. "Come on! Don't you remember? We're here for the fireworks, right Matthew?" He said despite only remembering this information that very second.
Canada nodded ... even though no one could see him, the situation being what it was and not due to his invisibility. "It's the last show of the year. Master Gilbert really wanted to see them, so I decided to invite everyone else too ..." He wept inside. It seemed like no one remembered. "Um, Russia. I'd appreciate it if you put me down ... please."
The big-boned nation gave a cryptic giggle and complied. Canada uttered a small 'thanks' before proceeding to locate himself in the room to find the light switch.
Flick.
But the light turned on before he could do anything. The sudden light blinded everyone, minus Russia who remained completely unfazed by his surroundings.
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"What were you all doing in a dark room?" Prussia asked, eyeing everyone (including the KO'd France) curiously. "Ah! Kiku, there you are!"
"Good evening Gil. Are you here for the fireworks too?"
The albino looked confused for a second. "OH THAT'S RIGHT!"
Canada wept a little more, but kept it to myself.
"You could always join with Russia and we can conquer the world together, yes?" Russia suggested, teasing Canada a bit even though he meant half his sentence.
"No way!" The blond replied with rare conviction. "I don't want to end up like poor Lithuania--oh sorry."
Lithuania offered a weak smile. "Oh no, no! It's alright. I'm used to it."
"Used to vhat, eh? Lithuania?"
"N-nothing sir! Russia is fantastic. Aha."
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Sometime later ...
Germany sighed deeply. They were currently on Canada's roof watching the fireworks. Germany was awfully fatigued by today's events.
"Oh! Germany, Germany, look! It's really really beautiful! Waaa! Doesn't it look like a rabbit?" Italy continued commenting his views. "Ooh! That was biiig one! Wow! Germany, come on, come look!"
The blond only sighed again. "My head hurts."
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And yes, chaos continues to reign in this all but ruined world.
THE END!
--just kidding, there's still the after-party.
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