Wingtalia: Lovino Vargas (Rio twist) Part 1

(I know I've already done him once, but I found this Tumblr and I couldn't help it. Especially when it says he can't fly/fly well)

 

 

 

He never really got the chance to learn how to fly, actually scratch that...he had the chance to , he was just to terrified during that chance TO fly. Antonio had took it upon himself when he found the little boy to raise him up as best as he could. During that process, though, he kind of babied him.

 

And, yet, the two of them were going over to America. Antonio had told him amongst 'their' ride that they were heading over there to meet the American about a few trade issues, but Lovino knew better. He had overheard both of them that night that their rightful plan was to pair him up with Alfred's sister, who rightfully was the only woman who might consider a flightless being.

 

But what if she didn't.

 

Lovino tried to calm himself as his heart speed up with worry. Most girls who he came across would ignore him for the simple fact that he couldn't even use the items attached to his bare tanned back.  How would this girl be any different?

 

They walked along the streets of what Antonio said was New Orleans. Mardi Gras was happening in three days, so the streets were filled with noises and sounds, as well as multiple people trying to suck poor tourists in. A few of them almost pulled the Italian in himself.

 

He felt a hand upon his shoulder, causing him to turn his head to meet the tanner Spaniard. A smile was painted upon his face as he explained on how he was going to grab something quick for them to eat and would be back. The tempered Italian huffed out a grunt, signaling for the man to leave.

 

As soon as the man was out of his sight, Lovino looked around to get a better idea about the town he was in. The normally filled with stores and only a few people, were now littered with entire families who search high and low for a good time. He froze slightly and glanced over his shoulder slowly when he heard the sounds coming from there.

 

To find two other countries there.

 

"Hey hey hey, a new face," called one, his black hair was in a ponytail and upon his head was a headband.

 

"Funny, he doesn't look like one," the other one called softly, the downward slopped curl bouncing slightly.

 

"I-I don't," Lovino asked. This reaction caused the two males to shake their heads.

 

"Nah, you look like you fit here more than other tourists we've seen," the darker one spoke up again before holding out his hand, "I'm Pedro, the representation of Cuba. This," he points to the smaller, blond one, "Is Matthew, he's the representation of Canada." Lovino sent a nod his way.

 

"So, are you here for Mardi Gras," Matthew asked, a smile growing upon his lips as he awaited the man's answer.

 

"Uh, actually, I'm here to meet," Lovino bit his lip slightly, rethinking before abruptly saying, "a-a girl."

 

"Aaah a girl~," Pedro cooed, nudging the Italian slightly, "Just a little hint, you make the first move. I heard southern Ladies respond best to confidence. Don't be like Mattie here, go out, puff out your chest, be the man all girls want!"

 

"O-okay I'll keep that in mind," Lovino told the two, "Now if you excuse me, I'm trying to get a bit of peace before meeting her."

 

"Yeah we got it," the Cuban said as he and the Canadian started leaving, "Remember, Confidence!" With that last statement, his two new 'friends' left, leaving him there alone.

 

Not for long though.

 

"Hey Lovi," the Spaniard said handing the Italian some food, "Who's your friends?" Lovino couldn't help but scowl at the elder man, pulling out his food before taking a bite.

 

"Shut up, you bastard."

 

 

 

They slowly entered the building of the pronounced Alfred Jones, nodding softly to the man who had answered the door. As if that American's ego wasn't big enough, he had a house to match it. Their feet shuffled slightly as they walked the long halls trying to find the man they were here for.

 

Lovino turned his head slightly as they passed buy each door. The rooms themselves were big enough to hold the necessities that anyone would need for a daily life...and a good portion of them were full. He saw that German bastard sitting upon one of the beds, his open wing folded against his body while the other was being examined, a portion of it covered by bandages.

 

Another one held a small little girl, who's wing was bent in an odd angle. The worker with her told her she wouldn't be able to fly till later than everyone else, but at least she'd be willing to. The smaller being nodded slightly before stretching, moving her wings slightly in the process. Someone in front of him cleared their throat, causing him to snap away from his data collecting and over to the being it originated from.

 

It was Alfred.

 

A smile was spread across his normally burger stuffed lips, his blue eyes filled with happiness. He grabbed ahold of Antonio's hand and shook it greatly.

 

"Bout time dude, I was afraid you two weren't going to show," he announced, the Spaniard in turn was smiling.

 

"Not possible," Antonio replied, "If I am to do the right thing for Lovino then I need to finish what I've started."

 

"Ah, so I recall," the American said, smiling wider as he turned and gestured them to follow him, "You called me on your way here stating that he found out when we first talked." Lovino couldn't help but roll his eyes. They were treating him like a child, and he hated it.

 

"Yeah well," Antonio continued as they walked through the biggest room of the building, which was holding multiple beings like themselves, "it happens."

 

"What exactly is it your doing here," Lovino spoke up, his gaze glued to a few workers attending a coughing man. He could hear Alfred chuckle.

 

"Well, I figured it would be a good idea for beings like us if we opened up a clinic," he explained, his feathers puffing out in self pride, "Regular clinics don't understand our complete body structure and vets are still a bit to harsh. So, with a help of one of their own, this is a place beings like us can come to get fixed up....I'm glad you're willing to meet Sasha." He changed the subject suddenly.

 

"And what's wrong with your sister," Lovino asked, a bit worried they were pairing him up with a sickly weak woman. He watched as Alfred rubbed the back of his neck.

 

"Well, my sister a little, um, thick headed and spirited," he said a bit worried, "She's the representation of the Union and ever since we agreed on terms to keep her alive, she's been a bit more," he put a hand onto the back of a blond haired man, "Feisty."

 

"OWOW," the man howled, jumping away from the American before turning his head to them. Lovino couldn't help but gasp. It was the French man, but his face was scratched up multiple times, as well as his wings were missing multiple feathers.

 

"Right Francis," the American asked the man after he calmed down. Francis nodded, wincing slightly when his wings fluttered slightly.

 

"I'll say," he grumbled, "I'm glad you gave her a room to herself."

 

"S-she did that," Lovino asked, his heart shaking greatly, "Ah, haha...I don't know about this anymore."

 

"Oh, don't worry," Alfred said, slowly walking to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he smiled, "I'm going to make you look irresistible."

 

Lovino growled as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like a southern inbred, he hated it. When he was sure that Alfred was gone, he threw the cowboy hat upon his head away and run a hand across his head, messing the neatly brushed hair back to how he had it.

 

He stripped himself of the outter shirt, felling just comfortable in the bigger wife beater. He sighed as he found the courage to finally look around the room. The light seemed to be darker than any other room he had ever been into. The smell of apples seemed to surround all corners of the area, it was almost as if the woman took what was outside and brought it into the room.

 

A sudden slam of a door caused him to jump. He tried desperately to look around, dilate his pupils, anything to see if it was the woman also within the room or someone else. He heart started beating through his chest when he couldn't do anything.

 

"H-hello," he called softly, "I-I come in peace." He slowly walked forward, carefully watching where he stepped. Another sound made his head snap at least toward the direction of where it originated. That's when he saw her.

 

Brilliant yellow hair which was tied up in a ponytail, her wings matching. Her eyes are a bright brilliant blue as she looks down at him. Man, he just couldn't believe how beautiful she was, she couldn't be as feisty as they said. Actually, she was...

 

Getting really, really CLOSE!

 

Lovino let out a slightly scream as the body collided with his. Their bodies rolled across the ground until the woman got him upon his back, her hands holding his arms across his neck and pushing down enough to choke him. Her legs were straddled across his stomach, keeping him down.

 

"Who are you and what are you doing here," she screamed threatening to press his arms harder upon his neck.

 

"Sto Lovino e io sono qui per un favore a tuo fratello!" the Italian screamed his language in utter terror.

 

"What," the woman asked, confusion written on her face.

 

"I'm Lovino and I'm here on a favor for your brother," he spoke quickly, doing anything to get the woman to stop the pressure.

 

"Oh, you do speak English," she said, quickly getting off and helping the poor man up. She walked around and examined him as Lovino coughed a bit.

 

"Thanks," he said sarcastically, "I do need my throat for breathing." She took another lap around him before getting a bit closer.

 

"You look similar to me," she stated softly before grabbing his hand, causing Lovino's cheek to heat up, "Come on let's go!"

 

"I-um, alright," he stated slightly as suddenly, she busted upwards in flight to land upon the banisters, room enough for her to sit up on them as she looked at a wall. Lovino took a breath to calm his frazzled nerves. His gaze looked around until he found a ladder leading up to where she was. "Confidence, don't be like Matthew."

 

"Now he-," the woman froze when she saw the man leaning in to her, causing her to lean back and him falling onto her chest. He felt his face turn redder. "What are you doing?!"

 

"W-what you wanted me to do," he said slightly, backing up quickly, his wings rubbing against the ceiling, "B-but, for arguments sake, what are you doing?"

 

"I'm trying to escape," she hissed, pulling back the flag upon the wall to reveal the work of a hole on the wall.

 

"Y-yeah," the man replied embarrassed, "T-that's what I was doing to.."

 

"Woah woah woah, did you actually think we were going to kiss," the woman turned to him and screamed, her wings puffing out making her seem bigger and more threatening, "We just met!"

 

What these two didn't know was, as their fighting grew, that two figures had a plan to try and move it along.

 

"I-I know how my feathers look but I'm not that kind of being," as if on cue, the lights turned down even lower as a love song started playing, "Okay I had nothing to do with that! Even though, you got to admit...It's a pretty good song."

 

Before the male could even utter a line though, the woman jumped him, hands extended to push him off the banister and causing them to fall towards the floor. The cushion of the clothes upon the floor breaking their fall. Lovino helped the woman up and twirled her slightly as he tried to grab her when she started to fall.

 

It looked like it was going well from were the two beings were, so they left, but when they weren't watching it anymore, the truth was filling out behind them. The female scaring the male into begging at the camera for help.

 

 It had to be hours since either Alfred or Antonio had actually talked to him. He was starting to believe that they were just planning his doom instead of having him meet a girl. He pulled the blanket further over his head as the damned banging continued.

 

"Excuse me," he called angrily when the noise didn't seem to stop, "I'm trying to sleep."

 

"Aww I'm sorry sleepyhead," the woman sarcastically cooed as she turned to him from her work, placing the hammer down onto the beam, "but I'm trying to escape!"

 

"Why," the Italian asked sitting up, "This room is pretty cool."

 

"This room?! Oh," she chuckled half-heartedly, "I wouldn't expect a baby to understand."

 

"I'm not a baby," he replied angrily, puffing his cheeks out slightly, "By this time tomorrow Antonio will come in and take me back home."

 

"Wow," the woman said as she flied down to him, "You'd rather be with a stupid annoying Spaniard than another southern part of a country."

 

"Well that Spaniard, even though he is annoying," the man said gripping his blanket, "gave me love and compassion for years while another southern portion of a country tried to strangle me within a few mere minutes!" He threw it over his head as he continued listening, a slight angered growl being heard.

 

"Yeah well, those full countries have torn apart everything I've ever known," the woman hissed, "You can't trust them!" Her head snapped up when she heard something, quickly upon her wings as she disappeared.

 

"Of course you can trust the full countries," he replied pulling the blanket back off to see her, only to hear her slightly cry out, "Sasha?" His gaze looked around the dark room as he desperately tried to find the slight 'stranger' he had just knew before he was met with a figure.

 

"Hey," he called up, only to be silenced when a rag draped across his mouth.

 

 

 

 

Darkness inviting him into its sweet embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(End of part 1! Romano's a bit OOC but I don't care!! I just gave Cuba the name I did because no matter what I looked up, I couldn't find it, so there! If you know his human name please tell me! Thank ya!)

Character Ideas/Picture explanations.

This lovely lady is Andorra (Sandra). Being the most tiniest country on the map is really not the best thing. She had to fight hard for the small country she had gained, the Spaniard and Frenchman both stole away multiple land before and wanted to take the last away, making her disappear. Soon, after years and years of them failing, they decided to leave her alone.

 

This is what gave her the Can't-trust-anyone attitude. Now, don't get her wrong, she did trust her best friends and trusted them with everything, but when it came to strangers and the men who tried to hit on her, she was Ms. Independent. She would be willing to knock out a man who got on her nerves to quick, or if she was just in a bad day when he tried talking to her.

 

Her unnatural orange eyes submit herself to ultimate torment from a lot of people she met. Most people who saw her said she looked like a lighter version of the Spaniard. Just the simple thought of him and the Frenchman caused her to shutter in anger and annoyance.

 

Yet, she fell for the most annoying man there was, who was friends with those two.

 

She had no family who she could depend on. She was truly supposed to be married to Gupta, but when she found out about the servants, especially the mummification preparation one (who was Libya but she didn't know!), she was so grossed out she left. After searching forever for a place to settle down, she finally did and got a job as a waiter in a club.

 

And that's where she was coming from when she met the Albino.

 

 

Say hello to the new dynamic, gruesome duo who's family tree is a bit strange. Beatrice Beetlejuice and Vidia Bleak.

 

 Vidia is actually the rightful daughter of Lydia Deetz, who married Brady Bleak. She loved the weirdest things that would make people squeamish and uncomfortable. A little bit more stricter and realistic than her mother was, she didn't believe that the book she found would actually call upon the Neitherworld, even though the famous Beetlejuice was pictured upon the cover. So, in utter curiosity, she picked up the book, opened her mouth, and chanted the mysterious incantation.

 

Thus bringing the next line of Bio-exercise to work.

 

The name for her is Beatrice Beetlejuice, almost an exact replica of her elder father, was just as much of a trickster as he was. She was a bit more down to Earth than her father granted, but she could pull tricks even her father was surprised at. Main idea, She is a daddy's girl.

 

Out of the two girls here, Beatrice's back story has to be the worst. Beatrice and her parents were actually alive at one time. Around 1930, Beatrice was born. When she turned around 12, she was walking with her father when a group of people jumped them. Her father helped her escape, but not before she saw them kill her father and lose her tongue in the process.

 

The same men hunted her down, and drowned her in Pneumonia and bleach, 4 years later.

 

That's why she had a sandworm for a tongue. Yes you heard me right, a Sandworm. The exact thing her father feared. She loved playing tricks with her 'tongue' on him. An example, they were taking a family picture when Beatrice slowly let her tongue move, far enough back to scare her father when it was taking.

 

Overall, these two's personalities seem to clash, but they are actually best friends. Vidia has a few family issues dealing with her parents from time to time, and Beatrice is the only one who could pull her out of it. Vidia will admit, out of her parents...

 

She adores Black Widow the most.

Say hello to the cute Flying Bubblegum Bunny and Flying Mint Bunny. Flying Mint Bunny naturally isn't one of my creations, truthfully he actually came from the Anime Hetalia. He's found troubling England (Arthur Kirkland) most of the time. Flying Bubblegum Bunny, on the other hand, is me and Kanna's own creation. Her main fur color is pink, square patches of green, white, yellow, orange, and red splattered everywhere.

 

She's really sweet but can be a big pain in the but. Her magic is greater than any of the other magical creatures, especially when she was able to change the outfit of a character in a story me and Kanna Suzuki are collaborating on. She's seen bugging the whole Band of Misfits. She and Flying Mint Bunny have met multiple times.

 

This time, they just happened to be flying together at the right moment...

 

 

 

CatDog...Do you remember that show?

 

Yeah, well, outta complete boredom I created Katherine and DeeDee, and this is what they look like as humans.

 

Katherine is the smarter of the two, and when I say smart, I mean EXTREMELY smart. She got her Doctor-It same time as they graduated from High School. In 3rd grade, she one first place in the Science Fair for messing with a rabbits DNA to make it's fur forever green. She has been getting checks from NASA in a sad attempt to ask for her help on space missions.

 

She has a retainer as well as huge bottle cap glasses in which she's suppose to wear but, due to the torment she got all through school, she's never worn them outside of their house. Her hair was much prettier when she woke up (or so everyone else thought) but she thought it was terrible that she combed it to that in the pic. A fish collar (or necklace in this case) is draped around her neck.

 

Due to have been/being a Cat, Katherine has witch magic in her blood. How can this be? Well, actually when people believed that people changed into cats, it was actually the cats who changed into people, allegedly killing a multitude of innocent people because they were accused of witchery and not the cats.

 

DeeDee, on the other hand, was extremely friendly, being the dog that she was. She loved all sorts of physical activities, whether it be something simple like chasing a tennis ball, to something a little more advanced, like figure skating, she'd do it. She got a Varsity Basketball jersey when she was in 4th grade and played quite a bit, more than anyone else had suspected.

 

DeeDee wasn't as bright as her elder sister, but she wasn't as dumb as her personality portrayed her. She is quite aware of the world around her and, most of the time, what's going on. She didn't really care to go to college after High School, thanks to the stories Katherine told her. She dressed in a dark apparel, a tight spiked collar upon her neck, a gap between her top teeth. Her hair would naturally go back into the Mohawk, and she loved it that way.

 

DeeDee doesn't really know it, but she has a small amount of magic within herself as well. The only reason why is because she was attached to the true witch herself. When Katherine does tend to flip, DeeDee's usually the cause and is dragged into hatred as well, causing her to mumble spells as well.

 

Both of these girls have one ear ring within one of their ears, their master (they're adoptive mother) serving it as a reminder that, no matter how different they were, they were sisters. They were both born on different days, Katherine the 8th of October at 11:58 while DeeDee was born on the 9th at 12:05. They are both singers and can play a multitude of instruments. Katherine liked playing more of the classical while DeeDee adored the Rock n' roll!

 

These are amazing sisters, who are even better friends!

 

 Say hello to Fiona and Human Patricia.

 

Fiona, my first idea for the Phineas and Ferb cartoon, is actually only slightly related to Phineas. Her uncle was Phineas' dad's best friend and cousin. She gained her red hair and freckles from her mother, while her pale blue eyes were from her dad. She was born into superstardom, her father being an amazing artist while her mother was the drummer in a band.

 

Both of these closest family member's died in a car crash on their way to their 6 year old girl's birthday party, a drunk driver collided head onto them, sending her mother past the dashboard and onto the road while her dad was crushed beneath the steering column. She still feels terrible about it to this day and is pretty depressed about it. She tends to stretch herself so far out that she's normally extremely exhausted by the end of the day.

 

The only person/being which could seem to make her smile was the platypus she got upon that same day. Granted, in this picture she's human, but that's beside the point. This lighter (Mainly) teal colored female was the one who the red head considered as her mother now, with all that had happened to her.

 

The slightly elder woman/pet took it upon herself to raise the girl up as well as show her how to protect herself. She was a secret agent after all. This had started when she was hatched, and she hid it from her owner for a while, till her 11th Birthday. Her owner was heartbroken for a while till Patricia explained what was happening and why she did it.

 

Funny thing about this semi-aquatic mammal (when she is that), is that she actually can't swim at all. When she was little, her mother would take her out to the middle of the lake, which the tow was the strongest, and dropped her in. She could never get back up the surface, her mother retching her out of the water when she thought she was going to drown, only to scowl her.

 

Even though they were/are completely different species, these two depend on each other more than anyone else, making their bond inseparable. Even as they meet other people, they still count on each other more.

 

Heh, this one was based more off of a song.

 

Name? Pinkies Brew (Living Tombstone remix).

 

Ok, time to explain the people. The one with blond hair, red t-shirt and starting of black shorts in the caldron is suppose to be me. yeah I know...It doesn't look a thing like me (for those who know what I look like).

 

The other being within the hell pot is my second player. She goes by DC. Yes, her hair is naturally dark purple, and yes, she's the one in the maroon dress. She is suppose to be the complete opposite of me, but somehow, we both still lost the same two people.

 

A precious little brother, and an awesome older cousin.

 

In utter grief, we seem to start searching for a potion or spell which could redo everything, to change it back to how it was before. We found it, and decided to work together instead of just one of our precious people surviving. But just as we were about to be drug into the darkened material beneath us, different hands grabbed us and pulled us away, stopping our chance forever.

 

Now that I think back about it, I wonder how different my life would be if we hadn't been saved.

 

Moin Gott...Boredom/older characters/vocaloid song equals this long catastrophe.

 

On the far right we have Shylus, the first born of these three siblings. Shylus has been completely passionate about being a secret agent just like her parents. She loves the threat of danger deep within the mission's she receives, even though multiple one's have almost given her poor parents double heart attacks. At first, she thought she was a freak because she gained red hair from thin air.

 

Found out later, that her grandpa actually was a dark red man. Even though she wants to be a secret agent, she also loves to party, music distracting her from a few things every now and then, but dancing was her stronger suit. When she was angry, though, she somehow gained Telekinesis and will use it to fight.

 

 

In the middle, we have Phoenix. This middle aged rock star is anything but the perfect son. Dark, low voice, and short tempered, this boy was declared a dark ticking time bomb. He could only seem to express his feelings through the songs that he wrote. Upon his back was a black tattooed pair of wings.

 

His clothing was the dark color, a dark collar hung tight against his neck. Underneath his eyes were multiple bags, only outlining his bright green eyes. Even though he didn't necessarily wanted to be a secret agent like his parents, he still was caring about people and helped at a local orphanages. His power was conjuring fire at his own will.

 

 

 

Finally, last but not least, is PJ. A complete utter copy of his father was a simple understatement. The color of his hair/fur was the same, his eyes the same tint of brown, the tips of a bit of his hair the black, his entire attitude was simply a copy of his father. The only difference between the two was that PJ smiled quite a bit more often than what his father did.

 

He even wore the same attire as his elder family member, making people even more and more confused on which one that was there. He did love people/beings, but the ones he loved more were those who were handicapped. Blind, paralyzed, anyone who needed his help more than others, he would help them. He didn't seem to get the powers like his siblings did, but he makes that up with an enormous amount of strength and agility.

 

 

 

The Germanic 'Countries'

 

One of the two family picture's that I have done. This one contains Prussia (The bigger male with the little one on his head), Germany (Not comfortable at making faces yet), and Geneva (who loves acting like her elder brother.

 

This is one of the few family moments that these three have gotten.

 

Prussia and Germany are both from Hetalia. I will admit though, my idea is that Germany and Holy Rome are not the same person. If that's what you believe in then go ahead, it's not meant to offend you.

 

Anyways, Geneva, on the other hand, is actually my sister's idea. Being a little Italian lover that my sister is, Geneva grows up to love the bumbling Italy. The girls hair is a darker blond than her elder brothers, making it darker than either of her brothers, but her skin was paler than Germany's but darker than Prussia's.

 

She was a perfect mixture between both of her brothers. She could be strict when the time was right while playful when needed. She was the relaxed one that Germany wanted to be, but the responsible one that Prussia wanted to be. The only thing was, she didn't like being herself.

 

She want's to be like her elder brothers, but when either they or Italy tell her otherwise, she can't help but smile.

 

The Northeastern hemisphere (Not counting Arthur)

 

This is the other family picture that I had created.  The reason as to why it's named the Northeastern Hemisphere is because it's dealing with around 3/4th of the people being American/Canadian. Everyone could guess where America (the one who's smile is so wide he can't open his eyes), Canada (the one who looks scared in the lower left corner), and England (who's the bigger man in the lower right)  came from....Yes, Hetalia.

 

The only one who's not from that is the only girl in this picture, South or Union. She's been brought up quite a few times before, but the true reason why she's actually a girl is because before/during/even after the civil war both America and the Union still have different views on everything. Since America is a boy, it's only natural that a woman would have the total opposite views that he has.

 

Other than fighting the most out of the two as well as working complete plantations on her own strength and will power, she doesn't do much. Scratch that, she does two things on her own. She loves baking pies and doing Voodoo~. She has a voodoo doll of every country there is, besides England and Canada, those two being the only two who cared about her after she agreed to be America's servant.

 

She's actually very sweet and nice, but seems mean and coarse at first. Then again, after years of giving people your trust only to have it crush beneath their feet was heartbreaking.

Story starters (probably not gonna do/finish)

Ivan's Theory (Rugrat's theory: Kaito)

 

A chuckled escaped his lips as they twisted and bent into a smile. His hand clenched onto the empty area where his heart used to rest. Even though he remembered the cold metal connecting with the other countries head, their eyes turning cloudy and skin going pale even blood erupting past their lips, those said countries were still talking to him.

 

Even those he had buried long into the dirt of his backyard still walked with him and talked, keeping him company. They're bodies didn't look broken, nor dead, they just all simply looked...

 

Alive.

 

As if nothing had ever happened to them. This world he saw, the one of those people, was simply beautiful within his eyes. Even as the mortals all around him thought he was deeply trapped within his own twisted insanity.

 

Everyone who got close to this deeply trapped man either died from his blood stained leather hand, or from his cold country when they tried to run away. The only time they tried to run away is when they would stumble upon a new grave. Fearing that it was theirs, they would turn, stay far away from him as they possibly could, and run without thinking.

 

They all linked him with death and death was simply happy with being this giant's right hand man. It was the man who wasn't content with this idea. All he really wanted was someone who wouldn't run away, die, or resist his affection, but that's what they all did.

 

Strange to think that it all started, that one day, when he fought the Prussian amongst the ice. After he had struggled upon pulling the small albino up and away from the cold death of drowning, he felt anger fill him. His small pudgy hands went onto the strange boys neck as he applied pressure, starting to choke him.

 

Instead of letting him go, like everyone believe he had, his eyes watched as the throat collapsed, pushing the air out of the other boys lungs and his eyes turning cloudy. Then, and only then, did he let go. A smirk appeared on the little boys mouth as he wrapped his arms around the other, picking him up to bury him.

 

Only for more to follow. His sister's were next, both affected by the same thing, but somehow they died differently. They both gained an extreme overdose of chemical radiation when the Chernobyl power plant broke, releasing its chemicals onto them.

 

Ukraine died from ingesting the terrible radiation, destroying her insides and making her cough up blood. Belarus died when some of the chemical stained her eyes, the irritation causing her to grind it further and further into the organs till there was nothing left but udder darkness. Ahole into her brain was made and she died with multiple cranial problems.

 

And it was all because of him.

 

After this incident is when he started to see them, his sisters and the little Prussian. They would be when he was either sad or lonely, and they would talk. Smiles would appear upon their faces now and then, but soon, the Russian grew bored with his group and wanted a few new faces.

 

That was when he saw the three little countries out in the cold.

 

 

 

Everybody's Fool (Knight Arthur)

 

He straightened his back as the trumpets announced the presence of their beloved king. The sworn man multiple knights were told to protect with their lives, as well as their words. The man that suspected normal men, like who Arthur was, to bend to him even though he has twisted his words and painted them in lies to prevent him from looking soiled.

 

To prevent himself from showing his true evil self.

 

The young man pushed his pressure more upon the handle of his beloved sword, turning the item more into a shovel than a weapon as it went further into the ground. He felt anger filling his body as his green eyes watched as their beloved 'King' come striding upon a mighty, beautiful white steed.

 

Oh how he despised the man for taking the throne away from his father, poisoning him and then twisting his words. Being his father's right hand man, though, everyone believed him, blindly accusing him of only speaking the truth. He told them that the king granted him the crown, and casted his own son aside to be what he truly was, garbage.

 

That is how they got to where they were now. The king, stealing from others to be the highest being, while Arthur had to start as a poor street boy and work to change his status to a Knight. Arthur barely knew his father but, in the hazed glimpses he had, he was shown that he was more prized to his father than garbage.

 

The blond bowed his helmet covered head as the hoof beats reached upon his area, a cold icy gaze could be felt examining his every move. As if the man upon that creature expected him to strike when the man was close.

 

As if he expected Arthur to seek revenge.

 

But this English man wasn't nearly as foolish as all of the other enemies the king had built up. Oh no, he was much smarter. He was trained to be one step in front of anyone he came across, and the king would be no exception. Arthur's green eyes watched as the king left, his brain racking for all the information about that mortal as he could.

 

He used to be a well trained fighter, there was no doubt about that, but after years and years of sitting upon the thrown and the multiple feasts, he kind of lost that title. He knew a slight bit of magic, which more than likely has protected him so far. Poison and weapon wouldn't be an option, as the king would use a protection spell to keep himself safe.

 

But it was probably a weak one at that.

 

A smirk found it's way across the English man's face as the people around him started flowing inside. The green in his eyes grew and shone as a few words muttered past his lips. His right hand released from the other to fix his helmet while his left griped the handle of his sword. With a simple grunt, he released the weapon from it's earthen trap as he felt the spell upon the king disappear.

 

Tonight, he'd get back what was rightfully his.

 

 

 

Found a baby 1: Germany

 

No one would ever believe that he was the first one to be morphed down into such the vulnerable form. Either of his friends or the whole Allies but the German representative himself, it just didn't seem possible.

 

Yet, there he was, his bright light blue eyes staring up at his 'little' sister and filled to the brim with tears as he muttered a soft "Mama." This small word alone drove the slightly stricter woman to tears as she walked over to him and picked him up off of the cold hard wood floor. Somehow, the magic gave him a black shirt, diaper and a pair of white socks.

 

"You silly little boy," she cooed, gently eskimo kissing him, causing the little German to giggle, "I'm not your mama, I'm your sister." She giggled slightly as she watch confusion paint across the small one's face.

 

"Sistew," he repeated, as if to get used to the word, "G-Geneva." The woman couldn't help but gasp as her name erupted from Ludwig's mouth.

 

"Y-yeah," she said with a wide smile, "Geneva, that's my name." The little man's mouth smiled widely as he cuddled in close to her, only to stop a bit later with a yawn. Geneva felt her heart warm up as she gently placed a rough hand against his smoothed back blonde hair.

 

She had always wished she could be an elder sister, she just wasn't really expecting the little sibling for her to have would be her elder brother. Just as she was about to wish that this moment could last forever, the door burst open and an angered representation of Sicily stormed in.

 

"What's the matter," asked Geneva, a bit oblivious to the issue and the baby in her hands. As soon as his bright blue eyes saw the angered woman, Ludwig started squirming and reaching towards her.

 

"What's the matter? What's the matter?!" the Italian woman retorted, making herself sound angrier, "Your brother skipped out on a planned date, that's wh-" she froze when she finally saw the little body, who's hands were still reaching out for her, "Who's this?"

 

"Um," Geneva racked her brain for a chance to make up a lie...She saw none. She sighed before looking up at the woman. "This," she said shifting him slightly before holding him out to her, "Is Germany."

 

Confusion painted the other woman's face as she took the baby slightly and held him close. Ludwig didn't like it when she didn't look at him, so he took one of his little hands and turned her face to his, letting their eyes meet before he leaned in and pecked her cheek before falling asleep upon her shoulder.

 

Let's just say, Geneva needed to take her brother from the woman's grip before she fell.

 

 

 

Found a baby 2 & 3: Vladimir and Ivan

 

I just couldn't believe it, not even a week with being inside my house and both Oliver and Arthur had a backfired spell. Arthur's somehow landed on Ivan while Oliver's found Vladimir. As if having first players and second players in my house was enough.

 

Now, were dealing with babies.

 

I sighed as I picked the dark brown haired, blood red eyed boy, his normal glaring face was replaced with a curious wide face of a child's. His shirt was much to big for him, so, it was decided, that I was going to use one of my little brother's shirts to keep him a bit covered.

 

I slowly walk down the steps, a soft chuckle escaping the little boys mouth every time he'd bounce from impact. I couldn't help but smile as I heard him laugh. Just for a greater reaction, I decided to add a bit of bounce when I landed, doing so caused the boy to laugh so hard till he got the hic-ups.

 

I couldn't help but giggle as my feet hit the ground floor of our 2 story house. The brunet glared at me as I walked slowly into my parents room, which held a good portion of the younger siblings clothing. I softly placed him upon the bed before turning back to the shirt filled closet, my hand tearing through the colorful shirts, trying to find a red or a dark gray to suit this now-toddlers old ways.

 

I found a shirt around halfway that suited Vlad more than just well. I quickly slipped it past the toddlers head and onto his arms before straightening it, gently fixing his hair when I realize I messed it up. Just then, I heard another body enter the room.

 

Both the toddler and I turned our heads to see the purple eyed, pale blond twin of the brunet standing there, eyes big and absorbing. I couldn't help but giggle as I saw him clutching a sunflower within his tinny hands. I got up off of the bed and slowly walked over to him, picking him up when I got close enough.

 

I easily found a bright purple shirt to match with Ivan's big eyes. I did the same routine as I had done with Vladimir after I got the shirt on over him. When I was done babying the both of them, they just turned to each other and started talking. I sighed. Might as well enjoy it now.

 

For it won't be this way tomorrow.

Lazy (Random)

Hey guys...Yes CatDogLover1995 is a lazy bloke. So, instead of another one-shot you're getting another glimpse of what goes on inside my crazy mind of mine.

Ol:Couwtney!

 

 

 

 

Oliver, what happened?

 

 

 

Ol: I-I accidentwy intewwupted Awthuw duwing a spewl...Now  me and Vwadimiwr awre babies...

 

 

...Oh Good Gosh...

 

 

Ol:Pwease don't be mad...

 

Oh Oliver I'm not mad. I'm simply j-

 

Vl: BOO!

 

 

Ol:AAAAAAAH!

 

Vl: Hahaha You guwys shouwd've seen youw faces!!

 

Vladimir, that was undeniably mean!

Vl:So? Other aduwlts awre mean awl the time!

 

 

Then stop being like those other adults!

 

Vl: Okay...

 

 

Ol:-putting a hat on- why awe your eyes all wed?

 

 

Vl:I'm not suwe..Couwtney why awe they wed?

 

I...um...cause it's said people with red eyes are angel's in disguise!

 

Vl:S-so that means....

Vl:I'm an angewl!!!

 

Ol:W-what's that mean about me then?

 

Oh Gott...not the tears....um...well, if red eyes signify an angel in disguise then blue ones show...One who's not afraid to show off.

 

Ol:Wealwy?

 

Yes...really.

 

Vl:Which one's mowre hawrd to find?

 

An angel who'll show off.

 

 

Ol:Wealwy?!?

 

Vl:B-but...I'm not...-starts tearing up-

 

Oh Vlad, just cause I said the showing one's are harder to find doesn't mean anything. Truthfully there's angels all around us, even the showing ones are hidden. Sometimes it requires a bit of looking.

 

Vl:Oh, okay!

 

Ol:Couwtney, couwld we go Angewl Hunting?!

 

I dunno...

 

OlVl:PWEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEEE?!?!

 

Oh, fine...Let me say good-bye then we can go...get ready while I do so!

 

OlVl:YAY!!! -run out-

 

Well, looks like I have a couple of Angel hunter's on my hands. Take care guys and hopefully I'll be able to think of something for next week. Stay classy guys!

 

OlVl: Come on Couwtney!

 

I'm coming, I'm coming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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