The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Black-Cat771]

"oh, but it's much more possible then you think ... " he smirked darkly. "i've already entered her mind ... seen all the things she hides for your sake ... so now it's your turn." he chuckled darkly. "the real question is ... where do i begin ... maybe i'll see what real connection you have with that Alfred fellow ... see where it all began perhaps?" He walked over to a tree and hung the man by the back of his shirt onto a branch above the ground, now backing up a bit before looking as if he began to blow away in the wind - like little pixels being decoded, before the cloud of black and yellow circled the British man. "lets see what secrets you hide ... Arthur Kirkland ..." the disembodied voice said in a low, satisfied hiss, before seeming to crawl it's way into the man's ear.

[.Yin.]

Arthur squirmed. "N-no!" Protesting was all he could think to do. Honestly, he was scared now. A lot of memories with Alfred made him so emotional and depressed. "Elizabeth!" He shouted, wishing she could somehow hear him. "Get your crazy friend out of my damn head!"

[Black-Cat771]

"she doesn't remember me ... she can't hear me ... or see me ... unless i go into her mind and make her see me ... but it's only in this body ... this ... '2P' form ... that she's able to see me." the voice echoed like a soft wisping wind in the man's brain. "lets travel back now ... to the back of your mind ... to that chest of memories you keep locked away ... and see what you've been hiding." the voice hissed lowly in a victorious sneer, feeling his fear. He then began to slowly rake the mans brain, digging deeper and deeper to find where it all began - occasionally making other memories related to Alfred pop up in the process as he searched.

[.Yin.]

Arthur stifled a gasp as the world before him vanished to be replaced by memories long forgotten. His green eyes stretched wide. He decided he wouldn't give his boy any satisfaction. With that he shut his mouth tight, eyes remaining wide. He could've sworn he caught a glimpse of a toddler Alfred. Cute

[Black-Cat771]

[im not being a gary / mary sue - am i?]

[.Yin.]

{ Nope! Don't worry! : 3}

[Black-Cat771]

[okay.. just to make sure im not being pushy or controlling ; - ;]

After a minute or two of searching, he found something ... a scene where he was in Arthur's shoes - looking out upon what looked to be a wheat field of sorts - and there was a small child that somewhat resembled Alfred. "so this is what he looked like as a child ... interesting ... " the voice said lowly in a murmur. It then seemed to 'scroll' through the memories onward slowly, almost like a slideshow of pictures. He stopped when it came upon a battle field - where it was raining quite heavily that day. He smirked darkly, slowly pressing onward in the memory, watching as gun blazed and cannons roared ... 'lets just see why you hid this one ... shall we?" he chuckled darkly.

[.Yin.]

"No!" Arthurs voice came out more as a squeak. The day Alfred left him, no? God, not this. He couldn't relive his memory. So much for being quiet. "Stop!" He started to shake his head, trying to somehow hurt the person inside. "We shall not!"

[Black-Cat771]

"ah ... so this is one that hurts you ... good ... i told you - i wouldn't hurt you with psychical things ... but rather by emotional means ... this is what you deserve for ripping away someone that she cared about from her." the voice hissed lowly, playing the memory further - seeing a familiar figure int he distance shouting orders, holding a gun as he lead a charge of troops. "this pain rising in you ... it's familiar, isn't it? ... it's the same pain she felt too ... that day you told her i wasn't real ... the day you ripped me away from her memory ... this is how she felt too ..." the voice hissed lowly, seeming to restrain a distant element in his voice. it wasn't clear if it was full on rage, or something else, all that mattered was that he was doing everything he could to make the man feel what Elizabeth felt. "after this ... i'll show you what you haven't seen ... what you didn't know ..."

[.Yin.]

What was...? What was wetting his cheeks? Tears? Huh. That was a rare sight. He clenched his shaking fists as he memory played before his eyes. "S-stop!" He was looking up at Alfreds saddened face all over again. But not just any sadness. The American face held pity. And that hurt.