The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Black-Cat771]

"did you stop when she asked you too ...? did you, stop, when she was crying?!" he spat. "... no ... i don't think so ... you'll see through this to the end ..." he growled letting the memory continue onward, dragging it on slowly to maximize the pain of the memory, or at least attempt to.

[.Yin.]

He succeeded, as more tears wet his cheeks. "Get out of my bloody head!" He shouted, shaking. He suddenly had a desperate urge to see Alfred. In the present. To make sure the man didn't actually leave him for good again. And he needed to see his baby girl. "Where are they? Elizabeth and Alfred?" He spluttered

[Black-Cat771]

looking for you, actually ... at least ... the last i was in her head of course." he chuckled darkly. "she was worried about leaving you behind the moment Alfred snatched her away to that cottage hidden in the tree's ... but your stuck here with me right now ~" he chuckled lowly. "lets see what else we can dig up." he taunted, now clawing through more memories, most of them of events like the forth of july, and other similar events around Alfred and memories that stung a bit, or so he would assume - after seeing such a bad memory once again.

[.Yin.]

Arthur withered in mental pain. He couldn't handle this. So many bad memories, all coming out at once? He was going to loose it if this kept up. Loose his mind that is. "Stop! There's damn private stuff in there!" He spat. Of course he meant his head

[Black-Cat771]

"hmm ... i wonder just how close you are to Alfred." he hinted darkly. "... what secrets are you hiding ..." the voice mocked, now digging through more of the 'harder to reach' memories. "unless you'd rather me show you the suffering of your child by your own hand ..." he offered, though it sounded more like a 'pity option' with how he said it.

[.Yin.]

"You're seriously going to make me go bonkers! Cut it out!" He shouted loudly, causing a few birds to take flight from being startled. All of the images that flew past his eyes were making him sick. He suddenly decided physical pain ws way better than this.

[Black-Cat771]

"isn't that the plan? ..." the boy asked, having a vision of the world Elizabeth saw before in his head. "your in my domain now ... the realm of the mind ... where imagination and reality mix into an unholy mess of thoughts, emotions, and memories ..." He sat upon what looked to be a broken TV of sorts. "now ... i think it's about time i showed you what torment and pain you've caused Elizabeth ..." he smirked, lightly kicking the TV alive - the screen somewhat static filled, but easily showing the dully colourerd memory.

Elizabeth had been playing in her room with Konoha, pretending to have a tea party with the boy along with some of her other toys. It was when she heard a knock on the door that she stopped and hurried over, smiling happily. As she peeked out from the crack in the open door, her excitement grew. "daddy daddy, come play tea party with us!" she giggled happily, now dancing back over to the small , decorated table.

the voices began to fade in and out slightly due to the static, though small bits and pieces could be heard. As she gestured toward the spot Konoha sat, the man seemed to only have a saddened expression, gently going down on one knee and holding the girl's shoulders. the voices here were distorted, and the imagery flickered occasionally. The girl began to cry after a bit, her once smiling face falling into sobs and desperate pleas. The man only shook his head, and got up, now beginning to leave the room, but before he left, he turned to her, half way in the doorway, and spoke. "sweety ... he's not real ... you need to stop all this nonsense about him ..." - and just like that, he walked back out of the room, leaving the girl standing there ... a distant and sad look on her face, as if she couldn't believe what she just heard.

The screen flickered to later that same day, the girl sitting at her window and holding a torn up picture of her, her father, and Konoha, in her arms. Her expression was distant and sad, but whenever she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, she hid her drawing, her tears, and her sadness, instead masking it as being sleepy or worn out from how much 'fun' she had, with different activities.

Each time the TV flickered to a different memory, the girl seemed to grow more and more distant, and the screens colours grew duller, until it was only black and white. The girl never paid any mind to the figure whom the memories belonged to, nor did she seem to notice them at all ... but behind the closed doors, she was distant, and often looking like she was in deep thought. One day, she began to grow ill - and the memories in between flickered from black static screens to progressing memories of the girl getting more and more ill. This was the time of the mysterious 'jack the ripper' murders, and no matter how bad the girl seemed in illness, the figure stayed.

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[.Yin.]

Arthur was frozen in horror. How could something like that be so important to his daughter? God, he was a horrible father. To Alfred, Hong Kong, Matthew... He had a long list of his colonized nations, so let's just leave it at those three. He kept mumbling things under his breath. All this overwhelming pain and sadness at once and -- a cackle escaped him. It appeared that it didn't take much to make him snap.

[Black-Cat771]

The figure soon re materialized back in the spot he had been in before, standing in front of the man. He smirked darkly, watching the man. "if you didn't already have a 2p, i'd be sure you'd turn into them by now ... i wonder what Alfred and Elizabeth would think if they saw you like this ..."

[.Yin.]

Arthur looked up fully at the younger male before him, snickering and cackling madly, a crooked grin on his face. He was anything but himself. "A 2P? Heavens nooooo." He giggled out, trying to get off the tree. "Let me off the tree." Despite his giggling fit he spoke very darkly...