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[Fanfiction] Project Pandora's Box (11/30)
Yay. I got it done. :D Wow, this case is turning out to be longer than I had originally intended. ._.; Oh, well.
Title: Project Pandora's Box (11/30)
Series: Hetalia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: Language, violence, AU, boy love, POV shifts
Pairings: US x UK (primary), France x Canada, Germany x Italy (implied, for the most part), JapanxChina (also implied), mentions of past RussiAmerica
Summary: Ivan comes to visit and scares the hell out of everybody. Yet, there’s a reason he has come. Ivan has a case he’s willing to share with Alfred and his team. It might lead them to the answer of what the Ice Siren was trying to tell them.
England: Well, I’m back from vacation. :/
Me: *currently listening to Marukaite Chikyuu America/England version* …Hey, England?
England: *suspicious* Yes?
Me: *innocent* What would happen if we combined the America, England, and Russia versions of Marukaite Chikyuu? :)
England: …I should have stayed at home today. :/
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/93422.html
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/95507.html
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/98146.html
Chapter 4: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/99866.html
Chapter 5: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/102179.html
Chapter 6: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/103131.html
Chapter 7: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/105069.html
Chapter 8: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/112044.html
Chapter 9: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/114213.html
Chapter 10: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/115112.html
~*~*~*
Episode 11: Immortality Sucks (Part 3)
~*~*~*
“Yeah, Kiku, do you mind setting up the…uh…whatever the hell it is called that allows instant trading of items?” Alfred asked as the agents rested in the car. The hike had taken a toll on them, since they had gotten lost a couple of times. Kiku sighed on the other line.
“Of course, Alfred-san. I’ll get the Transit ready. What do you need, though?”
“Well, I need my awesome dagger. I think you know which one,” the young American grinned only a tad evilly. Being the Russian’s boyfriend had heightened his inner evil self…but only slightly. “Ivan is gonna need his freaky, collapsible pole-ax. We haven’t taken the others to the vault yet. I…uh…forgottodothat.”
Said three agents glared at him. Alfred truly hadn’t noticed that they had been glaring at him ever since they had gotten back to the car.
The blond American (so…many…blonds) rummaged through his pockets and took out a small cube made of silver. Needless to say, the three newbies were a little put-off by the size of the Transit. However, Alfred would bet his life savings that they weren’t expecting him to grab his water bottle, set the cube on the ground, and pour a little water on it.
That was when the cube grew up to Alfred’s shoulders. He grinned at the surprised looks he was getting from all but Ivan.
“This is the Transit, which was crafted by our Elvin allies,” the young American started to explain, before being cut off by Ivan.
“Da. The Transits are used in all of the branches around the world. Each one has a different wavelength, which is in tune with the country they are in,” Alfred finally realized what Ivan was doing. They were going to play what they called the “Twin Telepathy Game.” When it came to Ivan and Alfred, it was really scary to hear them finish each other’s sentences.
“For example, this Transit only accepts American Transits. Ivan’s Transit will only accept Russian Transits.”
“There are only three in each country. One receives…”
“Another sends…”
“And the last one does both and is used in the field. The other two are at the base,” the Russian and American said at the same time. Both were smiling innocently at the looks they were getting from their companions. Kiku sighed on the other line. He was most certainly familiar with the game. Speaking of, Alfred cringed as he realized that he just lost the game.
“They do this a lot. Please, don’t mind them,” Kiku told the group (the phone was on speaker), “Alfred-san, we’re ready on this end. Set yours to send.”
Alfred went to the left side of the cube and pressed his left hand against it. The silver rippled and a thin, sky blue aura seemed to surround the young American. He closed his eyes, concentrating on sending.
“Okay, Ivan. Can you put the journal in there?” he asked, a little tightly. Alfred hated doing this. The cube only worked by willingly giving up a little of his spirit. Of course, the spirit would eventually regenerate what was lost, and that took about three or so weeks. Not only that, but all cubes were made so that only the leading agent in the country was the only one able to use it. Meaning, in America, Alfred was the only one who could use the cube he always carried around. The same went for Ivan in Russia, since he was the leading agent in the Russian branch.
Ivan nodded and gently placed the leather-bound book on top of the cube. That time, the entire thing rippled like water. The journal sank into the cube and after a few moments, the silver stilled. Alfred removed his hand and his aura faded away. He sat down heavily, but waved away his friends’ concern.
“Success. Just one more, Alfred-san, so please set it to receiving,” Kiku asked gently. He knew it took a bit out of the young American to do either receiving or sending, but both? Alfred was going to have to take things easy after the mission.
“No problem!” the blond American replied with a grin. He stood up, but slowly so that his head wouldn’t spin.
Just one more…come on, you’re strong! You can do it, damn it! He thought to himself as he walked around to the right side. This time, Alfred placed his right hand on the cube. He closed his eyes at the same time his aura appeared. There were no ripples this time.
“Go ahead, Kiku,” Alfred shouted, making sure the Japanese man heard him. Sweat was starting to bead on his face, but he ignored it. He felt his heart starting to hurt, but that was normal. When the lead agent received something, some sort of spiritual pain was going to happen. That was because they had to use their spirit to “pull” the object or objects through the cube. It required intense concentration on Alfred’s part, but he was okay with that. After doing it for a few years, you kind of get used to the pain.
The cube started to ripple. From the top of it the tip of a blade was starting to push its way up through the silver. When the pole came out, Ivan grabbed it and gently started to pull it out. Alfred bit his lip. The faster an object went out, the more pain dealt.
When the pole-ax was out completely, Ivan clasped the blond American’s shoulder. Alfred nodded and kept his hand on the cube. Just one more and he could stop.
Alfred’s dagger got out a hell of a lot faster than Ivan’s damn pole-ax, which was good for the young American. He had never done something like this and hoped that he wouldn’t have to do it again. Alfred felt someone’s hand squeeze his shoulder and he dropped his hand. Exhausted, he leaned against the person on his right and cracked open his eyes. It was Arthur, and he was holding the rosewood sheath that held Alfred’s dagger. The blond American took the sheath and tied it clumsily to his belt.
“Thanks,” he said to the blond Briton as they walked back to the car. Alfred sat down gratefully and held his head in his hands.
“We’re good, Kiku,” Matthew told the man on the other line, “Thank you.”
The Japanese man said something in his mother language before closing the line.
***
They were driving on the back roads to get to their next destination, which was a lake located a few miles away from the victim’s home. Alfred was starting to doze off. The transfers had really taken a toll on the blond American.
“So…what exactly do your weapons do?” Francis asked from up front, breaking the silence. He was looking at the three in the back through the rearview mirror. Alfred rubbed his eyes tiredly before responding.
“Well, Ivan’s weapon is called мороз ткач, Frost Weaver. A Russian warlock created this weapon in the middle of one of the harshest blizzards they had ever had. So, the blade was enchanted with, what we like to call, icefire. Think dry ice and you’ve basically got Ivan’s weapon.
“Mine’s the opposite. The blade was forged on one of the highly active volcanoes in Hawaii. Its enchantment was to add fire when cutting someone or something. Also, the person it had chosen can only use the weapons. Meaning, Ivan is the only one who can use Frost Weaver, and I’m the only one who can wield Firestorm, my dagger,” Alfred explained, slurring a little bit, “Ah, screw the explanation. You’ll see what I’m talking about when we actually use them.”
They noted that he had said “when” and not “if.” Alfred closed his eyes again and finally fell asleep, not noticing that he was leaning against Arthur.
***
Alfred felt someone nudging him in the ribs and opened his eyes. He still felt tired, but he wasn’t about to let the others know. Arthur was glaring at him and it was then that Alfred noticed that his head was using the Briton’s shoulder as a pillow.
Arthur’s shoulder is really comfortable…I must be really tired if I think his shoulder feels comfortable. The young American thought as he sat up straighter. He took off his glasses and placed them in his lap as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Alfred yawned and put his glasses back on, getting out of the car on Matthew’s side.
Surprisingly enough, the lake was clean and clear. The forest formed a ring around the water and the sunlight played across the surface. What was odd was that there was no sound. No birds sang, no insects chirping (or whatever the hell sort of sound insects made), nothing. That was unnatural and it put them all on guard. Alfred fingered the red hilt of his dagger while Ivan was clutching the silver charm version of his pole-ax (yes, his weapon turned into a bracelet with a single charm hanging from it).
The five got closer to the lake on foot. There was something strange about it, but Alfred couldn’t put his finger on what. The closer they got to the water, the stronger the off feeling got. Alfred frowned when the five stopped at the shore, a few feet away from the water. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one disinclined to touch the water.
Yet…
Something was nudging his mind, telling him to take out the locket he had found. Alfred automatically reached into his pocket and gripped the silver necklace inside. He hesitated before pulling it out. The young American looked down at the locket and saw that the amethyst was glowing brightly.
And that was the last thing Alfred knew.
X-posted to hetalia
Title: Project Pandora's Box (11/30)
Series: Hetalia
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: Language, violence, AU, boy love, POV shifts
Pairings: US x UK (primary), France x Canada, Germany x Italy (implied, for the most part), JapanxChina (also implied), mentions of past RussiAmerica
Summary: Ivan comes to visit and scares the hell out of everybody. Yet, there’s a reason he has come. Ivan has a case he’s willing to share with Alfred and his team. It might lead them to the answer of what the Ice Siren was trying to tell them.
England: Well, I’m back from vacation. :/
Me: *currently listening to Marukaite Chikyuu America/England version* …Hey, England?
England: *suspicious* Yes?
Me: *innocent* What would happen if we combined the America, England, and Russia versions of Marukaite Chikyuu? :)
England: …I should have stayed at home today. :/
Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/93422.html
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/95507.html
Chapter 3: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/98146.html
Chapter 4: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/99866.html
Chapter 5: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/102179.html
Chapter 6: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/103131.html
Chapter 7: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/105069.html
Chapter 8: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/112044.html
Chapter 9: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/114213.html
Chapter 10: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/115112.html
~*~*~*
Episode 11: Immortality Sucks (Part 3)
~*~*~*
“Yeah, Kiku, do you mind setting up the…uh…whatever the hell it is called that allows instant trading of items?” Alfred asked as the agents rested in the car. The hike had taken a toll on them, since they had gotten lost a couple of times. Kiku sighed on the other line.
“Of course, Alfred-san. I’ll get the Transit ready. What do you need, though?”
“Well, I need my awesome dagger. I think you know which one,” the young American grinned only a tad evilly. Being the Russian’s boyfriend had heightened his inner evil self…but only slightly. “Ivan is gonna need his freaky, collapsible pole-ax. We haven’t taken the others to the vault yet. I…uh…forgottodothat.”
Said three agents glared at him. Alfred truly hadn’t noticed that they had been glaring at him ever since they had gotten back to the car.
The blond American (so…many…blonds) rummaged through his pockets and took out a small cube made of silver. Needless to say, the three newbies were a little put-off by the size of the Transit. However, Alfred would bet his life savings that they weren’t expecting him to grab his water bottle, set the cube on the ground, and pour a little water on it.
That was when the cube grew up to Alfred’s shoulders. He grinned at the surprised looks he was getting from all but Ivan.
“This is the Transit, which was crafted by our Elvin allies,” the young American started to explain, before being cut off by Ivan.
“Da. The Transits are used in all of the branches around the world. Each one has a different wavelength, which is in tune with the country they are in,” Alfred finally realized what Ivan was doing. They were going to play what they called the “Twin Telepathy Game.” When it came to Ivan and Alfred, it was really scary to hear them finish each other’s sentences.
“For example, this Transit only accepts American Transits. Ivan’s Transit will only accept Russian Transits.”
“There are only three in each country. One receives…”
“Another sends…”
“And the last one does both and is used in the field. The other two are at the base,” the Russian and American said at the same time. Both were smiling innocently at the looks they were getting from their companions. Kiku sighed on the other line. He was most certainly familiar with the game. Speaking of, Alfred cringed as he realized that he just lost the game.
“They do this a lot. Please, don’t mind them,” Kiku told the group (the phone was on speaker), “Alfred-san, we’re ready on this end. Set yours to send.”
Alfred went to the left side of the cube and pressed his left hand against it. The silver rippled and a thin, sky blue aura seemed to surround the young American. He closed his eyes, concentrating on sending.
“Okay, Ivan. Can you put the journal in there?” he asked, a little tightly. Alfred hated doing this. The cube only worked by willingly giving up a little of his spirit. Of course, the spirit would eventually regenerate what was lost, and that took about three or so weeks. Not only that, but all cubes were made so that only the leading agent in the country was the only one able to use it. Meaning, in America, Alfred was the only one who could use the cube he always carried around. The same went for Ivan in Russia, since he was the leading agent in the Russian branch.
Ivan nodded and gently placed the leather-bound book on top of the cube. That time, the entire thing rippled like water. The journal sank into the cube and after a few moments, the silver stilled. Alfred removed his hand and his aura faded away. He sat down heavily, but waved away his friends’ concern.
“Success. Just one more, Alfred-san, so please set it to receiving,” Kiku asked gently. He knew it took a bit out of the young American to do either receiving or sending, but both? Alfred was going to have to take things easy after the mission.
“No problem!” the blond American replied with a grin. He stood up, but slowly so that his head wouldn’t spin.
Just one more…come on, you’re strong! You can do it, damn it! He thought to himself as he walked around to the right side. This time, Alfred placed his right hand on the cube. He closed his eyes at the same time his aura appeared. There were no ripples this time.
“Go ahead, Kiku,” Alfred shouted, making sure the Japanese man heard him. Sweat was starting to bead on his face, but he ignored it. He felt his heart starting to hurt, but that was normal. When the lead agent received something, some sort of spiritual pain was going to happen. That was because they had to use their spirit to “pull” the object or objects through the cube. It required intense concentration on Alfred’s part, but he was okay with that. After doing it for a few years, you kind of get used to the pain.
The cube started to ripple. From the top of it the tip of a blade was starting to push its way up through the silver. When the pole came out, Ivan grabbed it and gently started to pull it out. Alfred bit his lip. The faster an object went out, the more pain dealt.
When the pole-ax was out completely, Ivan clasped the blond American’s shoulder. Alfred nodded and kept his hand on the cube. Just one more and he could stop.
Alfred’s dagger got out a hell of a lot faster than Ivan’s damn pole-ax, which was good for the young American. He had never done something like this and hoped that he wouldn’t have to do it again. Alfred felt someone’s hand squeeze his shoulder and he dropped his hand. Exhausted, he leaned against the person on his right and cracked open his eyes. It was Arthur, and he was holding the rosewood sheath that held Alfred’s dagger. The blond American took the sheath and tied it clumsily to his belt.
“Thanks,” he said to the blond Briton as they walked back to the car. Alfred sat down gratefully and held his head in his hands.
“We’re good, Kiku,” Matthew told the man on the other line, “Thank you.”
The Japanese man said something in his mother language before closing the line.
***
They were driving on the back roads to get to their next destination, which was a lake located a few miles away from the victim’s home. Alfred was starting to doze off. The transfers had really taken a toll on the blond American.
“So…what exactly do your weapons do?” Francis asked from up front, breaking the silence. He was looking at the three in the back through the rearview mirror. Alfred rubbed his eyes tiredly before responding.
“Well, Ivan’s weapon is called мороз ткач, Frost Weaver. A Russian warlock created this weapon in the middle of one of the harshest blizzards they had ever had. So, the blade was enchanted with, what we like to call, icefire. Think dry ice and you’ve basically got Ivan’s weapon.
“Mine’s the opposite. The blade was forged on one of the highly active volcanoes in Hawaii. Its enchantment was to add fire when cutting someone or something. Also, the person it had chosen can only use the weapons. Meaning, Ivan is the only one who can use Frost Weaver, and I’m the only one who can wield Firestorm, my dagger,” Alfred explained, slurring a little bit, “Ah, screw the explanation. You’ll see what I’m talking about when we actually use them.”
They noted that he had said “when” and not “if.” Alfred closed his eyes again and finally fell asleep, not noticing that he was leaning against Arthur.
***
Alfred felt someone nudging him in the ribs and opened his eyes. He still felt tired, but he wasn’t about to let the others know. Arthur was glaring at him and it was then that Alfred noticed that his head was using the Briton’s shoulder as a pillow.
Arthur’s shoulder is really comfortable…I must be really tired if I think his shoulder feels comfortable. The young American thought as he sat up straighter. He took off his glasses and placed them in his lap as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Alfred yawned and put his glasses back on, getting out of the car on Matthew’s side.
Surprisingly enough, the lake was clean and clear. The forest formed a ring around the water and the sunlight played across the surface. What was odd was that there was no sound. No birds sang, no insects chirping (or whatever the hell sort of sound insects made), nothing. That was unnatural and it put them all on guard. Alfred fingered the red hilt of his dagger while Ivan was clutching the silver charm version of his pole-ax (yes, his weapon turned into a bracelet with a single charm hanging from it).
The five got closer to the lake on foot. There was something strange about it, but Alfred couldn’t put his finger on what. The closer they got to the water, the stronger the off feeling got. Alfred frowned when the five stopped at the shore, a few feet away from the water. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one disinclined to touch the water.
Yet…
Something was nudging his mind, telling him to take out the locket he had found. Alfred automatically reached into his pocket and gripped the silver necklace inside. He hesitated before pulling it out. The young American looked down at the locket and saw that the amethyst was glowing brightly.
And that was the last thing Alfred knew.
X-posted to hetalia