The End? V.2 ( Hetalia Rp )

[Dethuma]

"I don't know if it's normal, I'll ask Allen later. I'm fine I just lost a lot of blood. I'm taking you to chamber you can find out what im doing to you when we get there." Paul shot out answers almost as fast as they were asked.

[.Yin.]

He bit back a groan. Fear was starting to eat at him. Why thts lack of knowledge? Waiting for the unknown like this was torture all on its own. He tried to keep the terrified look off his face, hoping it worked. He knew these people were simply insane and now knew they wouldn't hesitate to go through with a threat they made. After all he had almost lost his arm hardy moments ago. Each step made him feel more and more anxious. And when they actually reached the room he was almost sure that the younger 'nation' could hear his heart pounding against his ribcage. He stopped, legs suddenly not wanting to move anymore. "T-tell me, aru!"

[Black-Cat771]

The girl smiled a little when Alfred co-operated, though it didn't last long when he started yelling. "... Flavio is a good boy ... so is Allen, Lutz, and all the others ... at least to me they are." he murmured softly, her voice only just above a broken whisper. "they are my family, despite all the 'arguments' and name calling ... why can't you accept that?" she asked softly, now flinching ever so slightly as more tears fell from her eyes, and restrained sobs caused her breathing to become a little more shallow and shaky. "can't i enjoy it? ..." she whispered. "can't i enjoy having a 'family' around me ... and trying to bring more into it ... no one has to change ... that's not what i'm implying ... i just want to try and make this family bigger." she explained softly. "i know ... 1p's and 2p's have their differences ... but i don't care ... the only thing i care about is family ... and looking out for them." she added, her tone now becoming a bit more stiff and restrained. "why ... why can't you see that .." she lightly hissed, now pulling his head up a little roughly to rest on her shoulder, soon continuing to pet Alfred's head. "why ..." she sniffled softly. She then gazed to Flavio, pink eyes rimmed with tears. "d-deer ... can you please get mommy a tissue ... and ask for the other's to leave ...? mommy isn't feeling to well, and she needs some time alone with the american boy ..." she murmured softly.

Flavio didn't seem like he wanted to move. No, he was perfectly comfortable here. So he dragged a piece of spare fabric from his pocket and handed it to her. "I don't trust him alone with you. You're already crying because of him!" There was his over-protective side.

[for pins - and don't worry yin, i saw the post - i just want to reply to multiple people at once so it's a little easier, and so everyone gets a post that matches what was going on instead of having to add lots of stuff X3 ]

[Dethuma]

"You'll find out soon enough, we're here anyway. " the boy swung open the door to the torture room.

[katie;]

(( I'll be posting at some point tomorrow, okay? I'm sorry for the delay. Honest. ))

[.Yin.]

{ Katie, did my PM send to you? Not sure if my reply went through or not. }

Yao's heart dropped in his chest. He could feel himself start to tremble at the many devices around the room. Just the look of them was painful. He took in a deep breath. He wouldn't let these 2Ps have satisfaction. He would show no pain or fear at all costs from here on out. Well, that was the plan anyway. With a gleam in his gaze he seemed calm now as he stepped into the room. "Well?"

[yatty]

(Alright Katie! I'll wait for you with Allen for now ^w^)

Alfred F. Jones
Alfred looked up expectantly to Josephine, voice only dropping below a whisper as she spoke. Just by the way she spoke warned him that he might have tipped over the edge, or was hanging on by a thread by his shouts of objection. To Alfred, they did not seem like good people at all. They desired to see the pain of others, and thrived for misery of their victims. He felt his gaze harden as more tears fell down her face, one drop even landing on his cheek as she breathed waveringly and choppily like the wave of an ocean. But maybe they were the only family she had, even with their arguments and... unpleasant characteristics, they all still were there for each other. Everyone deserved a family, Alfred believed that no matter what. Josephine had made choice of choosing him, and the rest of the one players to join their 'family', to make their small group of 2p's, or what she called family, larger. Alfred shook a bit in discomfort as he was forcibly for his chin to rest on her shoulder like a small child would. "I'm sure you all are a great family, and you should enjoy it, I bet you tend to them all well. But I have my own family, my own brother, my kin." The American explained into her shoulder as she sniffled, deciding it was best yet again to give in to her for now, looking up to Flavio as she asked for a tissue. "I guess I just don't see them the way you do, Josephine. Locking us up in chains is a crime. It's not right.They have been treating us like we were no-good since we woke up here. I just wish for all of my friends to be free, I consider many of them close to family, and we all don't want to be locked up in cells." Alfred explained, voice raising only a bit out of his courageousness. As 'mother' petted the back of his head, he glanced back up to Flavio who offered her a piece of fabric left in his pocket. The American could tell he didn't want to leave his 'mama' with a rambunctious soul like himself. Alfred could feel goose bumps crawl across his skin in disturbance as he wondered what 'time alone' meant with the dark haired girl, eyes darting to the side as he saw Allen pass, a... pin? Or some kind of hair piece flung into the back of his thick head. The blue eyed American squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that Josephine hadn't noticed, as it would anger them, and whoever that had shot the small object at him would surely receive consequences.

Allen F. Jones
(Waiting for Katie c:)

[katie;]

(( Uh... No, I don't believe so. If you just recently sent it, then no. The last one in my inbox from you was sent at 10 something this morning. And thank you for waiting, Pins. I'm sorry for taking forever. ))

[Black-Cat771]

The girl gave a light nod to Flavio and thanked him, gently dabbing away her tears with the fabric. "no ... it's alright dear ... it's not so much because of him that i'm crying ... he just reminds me of little Lily ..." she murmured, now allowing the american to move about as he wanted. "... i suppose i should explain ... Flavio, my dear boy, it's about time i tell you how mommy got to be like this ... and you ... Alfred ... deserve an explanation ..." she said softly. As she sat there now, she took in a deep breath to try and calm herself enough to speak without stammering:

Flashback / Story:

It had been a hot summer's day in the city she took care of. Her long blonde hair flowing to the side in the wind as she ventured out one day to the forest on the outskirts, a few hours away from her home. As she walked around the lush greenery, she had heard a faint crying and had gone to investigate. Once reaching the sound, she stopped in shock at what she found - a poor, tiny fragile girl, wearing nothing but tattered clothing, and had mangled brunette hair. She had quickly hurried to her aid, and took her home immediately.

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A week or so passed and the girl was looking much better then she had been a week prior, being well fed, bathed, and cared for by the french girl who took her in. The girl had said nothing since she came to her home, and she was worried that the girl might have been a mute. "m-my name is Josephine ... may i ask what happened to you?" the french girl asked. The brunette only looked down sadly, not responding. "m-may i know your name?" Josephine asked, though the girl only seemed to look at her in confusion. "do you ... not have a name?" she asked, and the girl shook her head. "... w-where are your parents .. family ... friends?" she asked, but the small girl only looked away, even more saddened and confused. Knowing how it felt to not really have a parental figure, other then her father, who wasn't around much due to work and drinking, she understood the girl's pain. She gave the small girl a weak smile and said, "don't worry ... i'll be your mom - i promise ... i'll take really good care of you."

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It was now been a month since Josephine had rescued the girl, and she seemed to have been getting better, now being able to walk on her own. She still had no name for the rescued girl, and was curious as to what she should do. As she tended to the garden in the greenhouse, she heard the door softly open and close behind her. Gazing over, she noticed the girl she had rescued had come to see her, and she gave her a smile. " there you are ... would you like to help me with the garden?" she asked. The small girl gave a weak nod, and soon joined by her side - it was about 2 hours later that Josephine had noticed the girl seemed to go to a particular area of the greenhouse often, and went to investigate. As she walked over, she noticed the girl seemed to be entranced by the different coloured lily's coming to bloom. "oh, those are some lily's i found in town about 3 months ago, do you like them?" Josephine asked. The girl gave a light nod, still gazing to them. It was then that Josephine smiled. "that's it! ... my dear, from now on, im going to call you ... Lily." she smiled

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It had been 2 years now since Josephine had taken Lily under her care. It was a cold, harsh winter that year, and over the past few months, Lily had become increasingly curious and rebellious. One day, the french girl had been making soup, and noticed it had been awfully silent for a few hours now ... usually she would hear Lily walking about upstairs, or perhaps be playing about with her toy's in the living room ... yet there was nothing ... no sound to accompany her ears but the bubbling of the soup she was making. She grew worried, and turned the stove on low to go check upstairs. As she reached the young girl's room, she noticed the door was slightly ajar, and the window wide open, making the curtains flail about, and the room freezing cold. She grew panicked, and rushed around the room, the house, the yard, looking for Lily, but saw no sign other then barely visible footprints in the snow toward the gate, which creaked as it swung in the wind.

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It had been 5 day's since Lily's disappearance, and Josephine was still searching, out in the cold - now turned blizzard - to find her lost 'daughter'. She hadn't slept, or eaten much of anything, as she would spend all of her waking hours searching. Freezing, tired, hungry, and distraught, the girl was made of practically skin and bone by now, bag's lining the underside area of her eyes. She took shelter into an alley for a few minutes, trying to escape the raging wind and stinging of snowflakes and ice. As she let her body collapse against the brick wall, and slump to the ground, she noticed an oddly shaped mound not too far off down the alley. Her curiosity got the better of her, and after a few minutes she crawled over to investigate, now throwing snow as she dug to find what was buried underneath, the colour from her already slightly pale face now draining away. There lay Lily's body, frozen from the cold, her skin practically as hard as a rock ... Under some of the patches of snow were frozen clumps of red - and on the girl's body there were scattered markings of what looked to be cuts and bruises. Tears fell from Josephine's eyes, as she hung her head.

A few Hour's passed, and Josephine had taken the body of her 'daughter' to the original place she had found the girl, all those years ago. She dug for about half an hour, through snow and dirt, to soon place the body down into the 3 foot deep hole, now covering the hole back up - and placing two sticks on the edge of the make-shift grave like a cross. She cried for what felt like eternity, her cheek's freezing slightly from the cold freezing the trails that her tears had left.

After a long while, the girl could feel herself slowly draining away ... her body became numb, and her emotions slowly fading. Her hair, slowly darkened, almost looking as if someone was pouring a slow running dark paint on it, as it turned into a dark auburn brown, almost black, colour. As she gazed to the Grave, having not taken her eyes off of it since she placed the grave marker, her eyes dulled from a soft blue, to a dull, yet bright, pinkish purple. Her dress, which was covered by her coat, had also changed, from the once bright Christmas colours, to darker versions of what the colours once were. 'i told you ... i told you not to go outside." she finally spoke, voice cracking with almost every other word. "i told you ... i told you ... but ... but you didn't listen .." she croaked, now stiffling more tears and sobs. "i told you, didn't i? ...'she asked, her voice slowly changing to that of questioning. "i always ... always told you ... mother knows best ... I ... TOLD YOU ... MOTHER ALWAYS KNOWS BEST!" she screamed, sobbing now as she lifted her face to the sky, cold tears streaming down her face.

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It was about 2 weeks after Lily's burial when her city was overtaken by a certain harsh Italian and his 'marry group'. She had been sitting there in her ballroom, sitting on a chair that resembled something similar to that of a Victorian throne ... and she did nothing to stop the rampage outside. Her house was lit on fire, and the room she was in suffered the same damage as the rest of the house ... it was when they were done robbing her house of treasures did they set it on fire ... but for some reason - one came and searched further, despite the flames ... one, brunette, had gone and double checked the rooms, finding her there, sitting much like a doll would ... with a lifeless - distant look in her eyes, as if she had seemed to give up everything. He had said nothing as he stood a few feet away from her, the flames in the rooms getting worse as the time passed. After someone yelled from outside for the man to hurry up, she heard him say something, though the words were very soft, as he picked her up and hung her over his shoulder. The words she remembered were, "don't give up just yet sweet heart ... the fun's only just begun for you." before she remembered her vision fading, the sound of something scraping against the marble floor ringing softly in her ears, almost like a twisted lullaby, that allowed her to drift off into the forgiving darkness of sleep.

End of Flash Back / Story

[Dethuma]

(Is anyone in the torture room?)
Paul rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting, "Go sit there." He said pointing o a chair with leather restraints where your wrists and ankle would rest.