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[Fanfiction] Project Pandora's Box (12/30)
Getting this out early because...well, I'm not sure if I can get this out tomorrow. :/ Real life unfortunately pwns fanfiction. ^^;
Title: Project Pandora's Box (12/30)
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.
Me: Writer’s Block is for squares.
England: You just figured that out? [/sarcasm]
Me: …You know what? :/
England: *sigh* What?
Me: …Ivan and Alfred are making out right now.
England: …F**k you.
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
Chapter 11: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/118221.html
~*~*~*
Episode 12: Immortality Sucks (Part 4)
~*~*~*
What the hell is that idiot doing?! Arthur thought as he watched Alfred take some sort of necklace out of his pocket. Once the American had looked at the locket (it took the Briton a second to recognize it), he started to walk toward the water. It looked as though he was in some sort of trance.
He was about to restrain Alfred, but Ivan stopped him. Arthur glanced up at the Russian and saw him shake his head. What the hell did that mean? Watch the idiot get killed?
“Alfred is going to lead us to what we need to find. It is what the locket does when it is near this lake, I believe,” Ivan explained softly, not wanting to break the American’s trance. Arthur met the Russian’s amethyst eyes and opened a telepathic link between them. He saw…images of Alfred walking on the water and pulling…something out. The blond Briton couldn’t get a clear idea of what it was, but it seemed like it was the thing they were looking for.
“…All right,” Arthur replied, looking back toward the blond American.
They watched in stunned surprise (at least, that went for everybody except Ivan, since he could see a few seconds into the future) as Alfred walked across the water. It was almost as though the water wasn’t really water, but something sturdier. Crystal, maybe? Arthur wasn’t sure what was going on.
The blond man stopped in the center of the lake. He knelt to the ground and reached through the surface of the water. A few seconds past before Alfred took his hand out. They couldn’t see what he was holding until he turned around and started walking back toward the shore.
In Alfred’s hand was a silver chalice. Aquamarines were encrusted where the bottom of the cup met the body. There were even sapphires encrusted where the top of the cup met the body. As far as the rest went, turquoise veins swirled in an intricate dance that created various pictures. At first, it would look as though it created a laughing mermaid, but then it would change into something completely different. The bizarre thing was that it kept changing. It was almost as if it was as ever changing as the water around them.
The young American was only halfway across to the shore when they heard a screech. Ivan immediately gripped his charm and whispered a few words in Russian. In a flash of blue-white light, Frost Weaver was in his hands and an insane glint had entered his eyes. Arthur shivered.
“That was the call of a бедствие крыло, Plague Wing,” Ivan explained, “They are used by magicians using Forbidden Arts to retrieve something, or to spread some sort of disease.”
Apparently, this one was sent to retrieve. The Plague Wing, which looked like a huge crow with six, ruby red eyes, had swooped down from the skies and grabbed the chalice from Alfred’s hands. Not only that, but Arthur noticed that it had also taken the locket.
As soon as the locket had left Alfred’s hands, he fainted.
When he fainted, the young American also went under the water.
(A/N: …I’m so tempted to stop right here…)
Bloody hell, this American is a lot of trouble! Arthur absently thought as he ripped off his suit coat, running toward the water. He waded through the icy water as fast as he could. When it was deep enough, the blond Briton sucked in his breath and went under.
Even underwater the lake was clear. Arthur had no trouble finding Alfred, who was somehow sinking in the water. That wasn’t right. This water was not behaving like normal water. His body should be floating to the surface, but he wasn’t.
Answers…later. The blond Briton thought as he grabbed the American by the waist. He was running out of oxygen and who knew how long Alfred could still be under the water. Arthur gritted his teeth and fought his way back to the surface. When he broke the surface, he gasped in the sweet air and almost choked on the water that came up with him. Arthur coughed as he forced Alfred’s head above the water. He then swam awkwardly back toward the shore, ignoring the obviously pissed Russian trying to fight off two other Plague Wings.
I’m just glad he isn’t pissed off at me. Arthur thought absently as Francis and Matthew helped the two back to shore. He ignored his exhaustion (that water had been trying to pull Alfred back down) and put his ear against the American’s chest. No heart beat.
Arthur cursed and tilted Alfred’s chin up. He put his lips to the young American’s (and ignored how much it had tingled pleasantly) and breathed. Twice he did that and then he started to do chest compressions.
Breathe, damn it! The Briton thought desperately. He heard Alfred cough wetly and helped him sit up. The young man coughed and vomited the water out of his lungs, while Arthur was pounding on his back to help get it all out. Never had the blond Briton felt so relieved and he tried hard not to show it.
That was when Ivan rejoined them, blood covering his clothes and face. Arthur seriously doubted that any of it was the Russian’s.
“They took the cup,” the Russian told them in slight frustration. The insane glint had yet to leave his eyes. “Trust me. When I find them, they will wish for death.”
Arthur had no doubt about that.
***
BONUS SHORT #1 (taking you back to the short I had promised with Francis and Matthew sharing a room) (I’m sorry that I forgot about it until now)
Francis grinned evilly. Finally, he was going to be able to fondle the cute Canadian without the annoying, over-protective brother around! Not only that, but since their room was on the other side of the building from Alfred’s room, they wouldn’t be interrupted by the American. He also wanted to experiment a little more with his empathy. After all, what would the harm be if he used it to heighten Matty’s lust for him?
Too bad he wouldn’t be able to experiment that night. Matthew fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows on the bed. Francis was very disappointed. Poor Francis.
***
BONUS SHORT #2
Arthur had a bone to pick with her. Who cared if he was drunk off his rocker? He still had a freaking bone to pick at that damned woman.
The blond Briton stormed into the building, blatantly ignoring the secretary telling him not to go in. Arthur furiously jabbed at the elevator button, got inside, and violently punched (literally) the button with the number 13 on it (ironically enough, that was the highest floor other than the roof in the building). He waited patiently for the elevator to stop on his floor. When it got there, the Briton stormed out and made his way into the big office in front of him. Arthur ignored the secretary that looked scarily like the one on the bottom floor.
Inside the room was a big desk with a wide-screen monitor and a Vista computer right next to it. It also had a lamp, a cup filled with pens and pencils, and other office essentials. Although, Arthur doubted that the bookshelves filled with mangas and anime DVD’s was needed for the office. Whatever, that wasn’t his problem.
“I’m sorry! I know you were looking forward to that short with Francis and Matthew being roommates in the hotel, and I’m writing it right now!” the shadowed figure of a 17-year-old girl said on the phone. She paused and sighed. “Yeah, I’ll get back to work. And, no, you can’t sue me for making you lose the game! …Again! Bye!”
She hung up the phone, turned and backed up against the window. The teenager gave a nervous giggle, noticing that the Englishman was not only in the room, but seemed drunk (if the flush of his cheeks was anything to go by).
“Hi…England. What brings you to my-“ poor author never expected to be interrupted by Arthur, let alone for him to bang his fist against her desk. She inched slowly toward the bookcases, trying to stay pleasant.
“Don’t you “hi England” me, missy!” Arthur snarled, “Damn it, woman! Why the hell are you torturing me like this?!”
“Uh…it’s…more realistic?” she replied tentatively as she got in front of the first bookshelf, which happened to contain her Loveless manga. Arthur smiled, but the girl wasn’t fooled by his false innocence.
“Realistic. Right. Fuck that! I’m about to rip Ivan to shreds! Get. Me. And. Alfred. Together!” the blond Briton raged. She sweat dropped. Who knew that the story was affecting him so much? Obviously she didn’t.
“Um…well…you guys might get together at episode…uh…15? If not then, sometime after that,” came the reply. Arthur was about to say something else, but he kinda had no idea what happened after the author had thrown her history book at his head.
She sighed and pulled out her cell phone, dialing the usual number whenever Arthur wandered into her office drunk.
“Hi, Alfred. Get over here and get your boyfriend out of my office. He’s a little…sexually frustrated right now.”
Such is the life of an author.
X-posted to hetalia
Title: Project Pandora's Box (12/30)
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.
Me: Writer’s Block is for squares.
England: You just figured that out? [/sarcasm]
Me: …You know what? :/
England: *sigh* What?
Me: …Ivan and Alfred are making out right now.
England: …F**k you.
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
Chapter 11: http://community.livejournal.com/usxuk/118221.html
~*~*~*
Episode 12: Immortality Sucks (Part 4)
~*~*~*
What the hell is that idiot doing?! Arthur thought as he watched Alfred take some sort of necklace out of his pocket. Once the American had looked at the locket (it took the Briton a second to recognize it), he started to walk toward the water. It looked as though he was in some sort of trance.
He was about to restrain Alfred, but Ivan stopped him. Arthur glanced up at the Russian and saw him shake his head. What the hell did that mean? Watch the idiot get killed?
“Alfred is going to lead us to what we need to find. It is what the locket does when it is near this lake, I believe,” Ivan explained softly, not wanting to break the American’s trance. Arthur met the Russian’s amethyst eyes and opened a telepathic link between them. He saw…images of Alfred walking on the water and pulling…something out. The blond Briton couldn’t get a clear idea of what it was, but it seemed like it was the thing they were looking for.
“…All right,” Arthur replied, looking back toward the blond American.
They watched in stunned surprise (at least, that went for everybody except Ivan, since he could see a few seconds into the future) as Alfred walked across the water. It was almost as though the water wasn’t really water, but something sturdier. Crystal, maybe? Arthur wasn’t sure what was going on.
The blond man stopped in the center of the lake. He knelt to the ground and reached through the surface of the water. A few seconds past before Alfred took his hand out. They couldn’t see what he was holding until he turned around and started walking back toward the shore.
In Alfred’s hand was a silver chalice. Aquamarines were encrusted where the bottom of the cup met the body. There were even sapphires encrusted where the top of the cup met the body. As far as the rest went, turquoise veins swirled in an intricate dance that created various pictures. At first, it would look as though it created a laughing mermaid, but then it would change into something completely different. The bizarre thing was that it kept changing. It was almost as if it was as ever changing as the water around them.
The young American was only halfway across to the shore when they heard a screech. Ivan immediately gripped his charm and whispered a few words in Russian. In a flash of blue-white light, Frost Weaver was in his hands and an insane glint had entered his eyes. Arthur shivered.
“That was the call of a бедствие крыло, Plague Wing,” Ivan explained, “They are used by magicians using Forbidden Arts to retrieve something, or to spread some sort of disease.”
Apparently, this one was sent to retrieve. The Plague Wing, which looked like a huge crow with six, ruby red eyes, had swooped down from the skies and grabbed the chalice from Alfred’s hands. Not only that, but Arthur noticed that it had also taken the locket.
As soon as the locket had left Alfred’s hands, he fainted.
When he fainted, the young American also went under the water.
(A/N: …I’m so tempted to stop right here…)
Bloody hell, this American is a lot of trouble! Arthur absently thought as he ripped off his suit coat, running toward the water. He waded through the icy water as fast as he could. When it was deep enough, the blond Briton sucked in his breath and went under.
Even underwater the lake was clear. Arthur had no trouble finding Alfred, who was somehow sinking in the water. That wasn’t right. This water was not behaving like normal water. His body should be floating to the surface, but he wasn’t.
Answers…later. The blond Briton thought as he grabbed the American by the waist. He was running out of oxygen and who knew how long Alfred could still be under the water. Arthur gritted his teeth and fought his way back to the surface. When he broke the surface, he gasped in the sweet air and almost choked on the water that came up with him. Arthur coughed as he forced Alfred’s head above the water. He then swam awkwardly back toward the shore, ignoring the obviously pissed Russian trying to fight off two other Plague Wings.
I’m just glad he isn’t pissed off at me. Arthur thought absently as Francis and Matthew helped the two back to shore. He ignored his exhaustion (that water had been trying to pull Alfred back down) and put his ear against the American’s chest. No heart beat.
Arthur cursed and tilted Alfred’s chin up. He put his lips to the young American’s (and ignored how much it had tingled pleasantly) and breathed. Twice he did that and then he started to do chest compressions.
Breathe, damn it! The Briton thought desperately. He heard Alfred cough wetly and helped him sit up. The young man coughed and vomited the water out of his lungs, while Arthur was pounding on his back to help get it all out. Never had the blond Briton felt so relieved and he tried hard not to show it.
That was when Ivan rejoined them, blood covering his clothes and face. Arthur seriously doubted that any of it was the Russian’s.
“They took the cup,” the Russian told them in slight frustration. The insane glint had yet to leave his eyes. “Trust me. When I find them, they will wish for death.”
Arthur had no doubt about that.
***
BONUS SHORT #1 (taking you back to the short I had promised with Francis and Matthew sharing a room) (I’m sorry that I forgot about it until now)
Francis grinned evilly. Finally, he was going to be able to fondle the cute Canadian without the annoying, over-protective brother around! Not only that, but since their room was on the other side of the building from Alfred’s room, they wouldn’t be interrupted by the American. He also wanted to experiment a little more with his empathy. After all, what would the harm be if he used it to heighten Matty’s lust for him?
Too bad he wouldn’t be able to experiment that night. Matthew fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows on the bed. Francis was very disappointed. Poor Francis.
***
BONUS SHORT #2
Arthur had a bone to pick with her. Who cared if he was drunk off his rocker? He still had a freaking bone to pick at that damned woman.
The blond Briton stormed into the building, blatantly ignoring the secretary telling him not to go in. Arthur furiously jabbed at the elevator button, got inside, and violently punched (literally) the button with the number 13 on it (ironically enough, that was the highest floor other than the roof in the building). He waited patiently for the elevator to stop on his floor. When it got there, the Briton stormed out and made his way into the big office in front of him. Arthur ignored the secretary that looked scarily like the one on the bottom floor.
Inside the room was a big desk with a wide-screen monitor and a Vista computer right next to it. It also had a lamp, a cup filled with pens and pencils, and other office essentials. Although, Arthur doubted that the bookshelves filled with mangas and anime DVD’s was needed for the office. Whatever, that wasn’t his problem.
“I’m sorry! I know you were looking forward to that short with Francis and Matthew being roommates in the hotel, and I’m writing it right now!” the shadowed figure of a 17-year-old girl said on the phone. She paused and sighed. “Yeah, I’ll get back to work. And, no, you can’t sue me for making you lose the game! …Again! Bye!”
She hung up the phone, turned and backed up against the window. The teenager gave a nervous giggle, noticing that the Englishman was not only in the room, but seemed drunk (if the flush of his cheeks was anything to go by).
“Hi…England. What brings you to my-“ poor author never expected to be interrupted by Arthur, let alone for him to bang his fist against her desk. She inched slowly toward the bookcases, trying to stay pleasant.
“Don’t you “hi England” me, missy!” Arthur snarled, “Damn it, woman! Why the hell are you torturing me like this?!”
“Uh…it’s…more realistic?” she replied tentatively as she got in front of the first bookshelf, which happened to contain her Loveless manga. Arthur smiled, but the girl wasn’t fooled by his false innocence.
“Realistic. Right. Fuck that! I’m about to rip Ivan to shreds! Get. Me. And. Alfred. Together!” the blond Briton raged. She sweat dropped. Who knew that the story was affecting him so much? Obviously she didn’t.
“Um…well…you guys might get together at episode…uh…15? If not then, sometime after that,” came the reply. Arthur was about to say something else, but he kinda had no idea what happened after the author had thrown her history book at his head.
She sighed and pulled out her cell phone, dialing the usual number whenever Arthur wandered into her office drunk.
“Hi, Alfred. Get over here and get your boyfriend out of my office. He’s a little…sexually frustrated right now.”
Such is the life of an author.
X-posted to hetalia