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SORYY FOR THE LONG ARSE WAIT!!!!This is long over due commission. Story begins in 3,2,1, GO!!!!!!
WARNING- This story is depressing,contains a lot of cursing, violence and dark things.I'd put a warning on it but it is 2p!


Our story begins with our dear ____, has been going through a rough patch in her life. Such things as  her dead love life, fading looks, forced transfer to the worst school in her district, no friends to comfort her,  and her parents marriage finally splitting up because of a whole silly little thing about her complaints from the awful little children at school. Speaking of which because she was new to the school she was the subject of torment and cyber bullying. Leaving nasty messages about saying how much a loser she is for liking anime and her other hobbies. Girls in the locker room had left,  unsanitary items in her locker and in her bag. Boys had pulled her hair and often try to attack her for walking to slow. Teacher were too busy with the other demons in the classroom to help her and the principle was never there. No one would listen to sweet little ____ who wasn't so sweet anymore. She had slowly turned into a cynical, autophobic and uncaring person. Something that should have her parents but some one was too busy with the milkman and the other with work.____ finally decided to let the world take her away once and for all....

______ stood at Placid Lake, the one thing that always stayed calm and changed with the seasons easily. Her (e/c) had become dull over the last four years and nothing had changed. She was a living zombie that wasn't absorbed by the media or society but more like rejected from it. An outcast ed zombie. She was so, out of place from everyone. She would imagine her own little world, an animated world of Hetalia. The only place where her frowning face would disappear. She imagined various situations with the nations, such as going to school with them rather than the hell she graduated from. But lately that hasn't seem to be enough. The countries she had grown to love were fading away. Just like the world, which was going into another Great Depression and her home had been hit the hardest. The once popular Placid Lake was filled with trash and other things. It wasn't beautiful anymore just an out of place object like herself, better gone than exist. The zombie walked back to her home that was foreclosed but she didn't care. There was no one to tell her that she had to leave. Her family disappeared on the day of her graduation to find a better life, two halves separately. They believed she would be taken care of because of a scholarship she received but the stocks crashed and the organization took their money and left leaving her with no future.

"I want change" ____ looked up at the old light in the her  bedroom. She had asked for it many times,still clinging on to hope. She raised her hand as if to grab the light and saw the red outline of her delicate, bony hands. Her hand finally dropped to her side and she curled herself into a ball.
"I want change, just let me die please" she mumbled to herself. Rocking herself back forth on her bed until the last light of day finally disappeared from her room, house and city into darkness.


"For the love of maple, she finally give up eh?" a Canadian man
with long strawberry hair tied in a pony tail waited outside of a young woman's house. He had been watching her for awhile now because well, he was bored as were the other Allies. People would usually notice his presence and the other nations but this girl was into her own world she didn't reel back in fear, she kept on walking. And that really pissed him and the others off. His bear remained silent next to him. The annoying little quiet thing never said anything and was often ignored by everyone. It tugged at the leg of his Mountie uniform but he kicked it away.
"Zip it Kumajiiro, I hear someone coming" the Canadian turned around quickly and raised his hockey stick in the air to see his brother coming at him.

The hockey stick and the nail-covered bat hit each other in the air. The two men looked at each other fiercely, their sunglasses was lowered and the pair of bloodshot indigo eyes glared at the red pair across from him.

"What the fuck Matt?" The dark skinned American struck his bat was from the hockey stick. He moved his dark brown from his face and adjusted his sunglasses to the top of his head "You need to fucking chill."

"Suck it up Al, you damn pansy" Matthew adjusted his sunglasses back to his eyes and fix he open red Mountie jacket revealing a white wife-beater beneath.

"Why you little" Alfred lunged forward at Matthew as did he but they were stopped by two other men.

"Now now boys, you've promised to play nice!" the Englishman with slightly red hair and cerulean eyes hooked his arms around Alfred' shoulders.

"Mattieu focus on we came here to do!" the tanned Frenchman spat out his words harshly as he managed to hold Matthew from frighting Alfred.

"Francis has a point my beloved Allies. We have come here to punish a girl who has neglected our existence. Ivan, will you do the honors?" a Chinese man in a red uniform pointed towards the young woman's window. Even if his voice showed emotion his face didn't so when he look towards a tall Russian man dressed in a black coat the aura of death didn't move him  one bit.

"Da" Ivan  said in a deep, gruff voice. He jumped at the window of the young woman's bedroom and shattered the glass with his pipe.


The sudden noise and the rain of glass awoke the poor girl from her unresolved sleep. She fell towards her nightstand and grabbed a the broken lamp and pointed it towards the moving shadow that slowly grew. A tall grumpy-looking man held his pipe out and caught the light of the moon on to it as if he was signaling someone. The young woman noticed the man's red eyes stand out brightly along with the red linings of his coat.

"You must be _____ _____" the man said, his voice thick with a Russian accent. As if on cue four more men came in through the broken window. All of their appearances notably different from he other but the feeling around them was the same. Something dark.

_____'s (h/c) was stuck to her forehead, she sweated bullets and stared wide-eyed at the men. Still holding her lamp in the air she asked in a timid yet angry voice "What do you want?" she took deep breathes of air, her tired body wasn't used to this much excitement.

"Why poppet there's no need to waving that thing around!" a cheerful man in a  blue and pink outfit walked closer to _____ who in response stepped away with a questioning look. She decided not move away from because out the group of men, he was the one looked out of place.

A mean in dark slack with a lavender button up shirt moved his light blond hair from his stubbled face to reveal his iridescent almost magenta eyes "You're coming with us mademoiselle _____, you have some explaining to do" his voice with thick with an accent like the Russian man but his was French.

"What explaining? She was being an ignorant brat right so lets just beat her up now!" the Canadian man said impatiently.

"Oh Matthew, you were always the impatient one" an Englishman said with a laugh "We must give the lady a chance to respond, like true gentlemen after all we were the one who broke into her" he paused for moment to take in the surrounding with a disgusted look "...home."


"Lets make this quick shall we, we don't have much time before the others come" the Russian man looked around as if he was nervous?

"I agree with Ivan lets do this quickly" The Chinese looked outside the broken window "We have some time before they come here but lets not risk it."

"Alrighty then, allow me to introduce myself. I am Arthur Kirkland or formally know as The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. This adorable chap here with here" he gestured towards a the quiet dark man with a nail-covered bat over his shoulder "He's Alfred,the United States of America."

"Its Al you disgusting cupcake" he sneered at Arthur.

"Pish-posh, Alfred" Arthur said as he grabbed ____'s hand and moved her towards the next man. "The one with sunglasses, even though its dark out but its for the best anyways, is Canada or Matthew. Which ever you prefer."

"Sup babe" Matthew said "You don't talk much do you? You better change that" he said in a threatening tone.

Arthur was about introduce the next man but he introduced himself "I'm the Republic or France, or Francis if you don't mind. The men in red is China but you should call him Yao. The man in black is Russia,  the same goes for him call him Ivan." Francis puffed out a smoke cloud from cigarette into the face of ____.


She coughed and waved the smoke out of her now watery eyes 'These men look familiar but from where?' she wondered.

"Oh Francis now look what you did" Arthur pouted "Now poppet once your done coughing will you tell us you name?"

"Why the hell should we care who she-" Al began to say before he was shushed by Arthur.

"Because we must be gentlemen in the presence of a lady, even if she looks ghastly" Arthur gave big toothy grin to ____.

___ eye twitched a bit at the word ghastly, but being ugly was the least of her problems. "I'm _____ ____, as Ivan said earlier, what do you want?"

"Well" Arthur raised his thick eyebrows as he his smile curled into a more Cheshire fashion "We want you to make a decision."

'Oh no, maybe he's the one I should be the most worried about!' _____ thought to herself. "W-what decision?" she asked. She would have asked in a more angry tone but the fight was taken out of her long ago.

Arthur laughed into an almost hysterical tone as if she asked a silly question"Cake or death?"
yea the top description says on the top, i don't remember who is was eheh...i think i puled a Grandpa Rome :iconromajiplz: hehe even Narrator character is in this
:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz:
i leave up to the person...continue?
------ww2p!----------
ch.1-[here]
ch.2-[link]

------also a cookie to those who get the "cake or death" reference :3
:iconcentheny: wins the cookie, its Eddie Izzard

-------------------The commisioner was :iconprincessgsm:
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Death, por favor. ¡Gracias!