The End? V.2 ( Hetalia Rp )

[yatty]

Alfred F. Jones
Alfred could've sworn he heart the 'splat, splat, splat' of tears as Charlotte cried, making small noises as she teared up in horrific fear of their future, their fate. The blonde was sure as hell they wouldn't be living in these cages for the rest of their long, long lives. He simply just wouldn't let it happen, not at all. "And that's okay to be scared. Try and accept it Charlotte, and take deep breaths. I won't let anything bad happen to any of us." The American promised the hazel eyed girl, voice coming out like a short whisper. It was a huge promise to make. And of course he had no idea what was going to become of them, but Alfred liked to take a look on the bright side. Even though it wasn't too bright. The blonde stood limply in his cell, feeling his shoulders slump as another crackly voice sounded a little farther down the hallway, followed by whistling. His eyes widened at his threat, grinding his teeth together as he ran to the bars and shook them again, hearing them creak under his weight. "Just you try it!" Alfred shouted, starry eyes peering down the shadowed hallway to see the build of a man in a bomber jacket. At first he thought he was looking in a mirror of sorts- because the man looked exactly like him. But then the shadows that covered the burly individuals face lifted with a flash of a ceiling light, and he saw that it wasn't him at all. His eyes were a deep shade of crimson, and the star on his bomber jacket was even red too. Alfred could feel his jaw going slack a bit as he spotted the nailed baseball bat scratching the floor behind him, a smirk carved into the others tanned face as he walked. He watched as the stranger passed Charlotte's cell, biting the inside of his cheek nervously as she brought a hand to snag the end of his jacket. "Don't you dare try wounding her either!" The boisterous American snapped as he tightened his grip on the cold bars. The blonde turned his head to the other figure that had appeared, apparently called 'mother', his bones chilling at her words. He looked back to the other new arrival. So his name was Allen. Alfred had thrown many parties in his life, but this definitely wasn't one. Alfred looked to Luciano and Flavio with an angered look at their words. "I'll show you whose trash!" The blue eyed American huffed, not even attempting to reply to his jeers, staring into the eyes of the vicious Italian as he spoke, as if just daring him to try and make a move with his switchblade. He tensed as Luciano backhanded Ella across her cheek, flushed anger filling his cheeks as Luciano fled, door shutting behind him heavily. He looked to Ella as she croaked, staring daggers to the red mark on the side of her face. If the Italian tried anything like that again... he would be sure to stop him. "Yeah... your'e welcome." He smiled ever so slightly, with a bit of an apology hidden in it. It killed him that he didn't stop Luciano before the deed was done. Alfred chuckled at what Ella said about Allen, but then Josephine completely broke down because of it, talking about punishments and shoving soap down her throat. "No, you can't!" He intervened again, jumping as Josephine raised her voice. Alfred looked to Allen as he approached his cell, glasses sliding off his face ever so slightly. He didn't say a word.

Allen F. Jones
The tempered brunette felt his smirk widen as he approached the cells, hitting the palm of his leather gloved hand with the side of his baseball bat, his torn jeans and frame concealed by the darkness of the corridor. But he stopped, smirk falling right off his face, feeling a small tug on the back of his jacket, stopping his prowling strides and standing still for a moment. The crimson eyed man puzzled over who had the guts to try and reason with him. Allen glimpsed sideways, turning his head to the right to see a light brown haired girl. She looked terrified to say the least- with fresh tears rolling down her chin and bruises scattered all over her arms. At her pleading words he just put on a broken scowl, glowering at her from behind his shades. He stared at her with his scarlet eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, listening to her stutter. Allen jerked back at her touch, extending his arm holding the heavy baseball bat loaded with iron nails. "Do not touch me." He spit cruelly, hitting the barrel of the bat on the floor loudly. Allen in general was never a kind guy, not someone to cut anyone slack or allow weakness at any point. The American bent down to the girl. "You have no idea how pitiful you all look... I'd be careful doll, one wrong move and I could take your hand off." The brown haired man cackled to himself after his malevolent 'advice', referring to the hand she had grabbed onto his jacket with, straightening himself up. He looked up to Josephine- she always insisted on he calling her mother, as she told him of the current occurrence. "Picky, huh? Unfortunate." Allen grinned a lopsided grin, a twisted one at that. His eyes darted to Ella, feeling anger rise in his throat at the words. He almost thought that Luciano referred to him as American Trash, but Allen soon realized he was speaking of his idiotic counterpart. But before he could think of a snide comeback, Josephine went ballistic. Allen knew himself that she did not like misbehaving guests, she treated them like her own, but when you said something wrong or offended her- you wouldn't see the next day. As she had her breakdown, Allen approached Ella's cell with a crafty look as Josephine laughed hysterically, dragging his bat along the bars of the cell. "She deserves a timeout, doesn't she?" He lifted an eyebrow to Josephine, before looking back at Alfred who stood in the middle of his cage. Oh... how fun was it being a villain. "Hey, Porkchop. How's it goin' in there?" He smirked to his counterpart evilly. "You can't do nothing to stop us from hurting your girlfriend here..."

[Black-Cat771]

The girl froze now, still chuckling for a bit before her eye twitched occasionally. She gazed down to the girl, then chuckled darkly. "Allen ... maybe you can do 'mommy' a favor after all ... i think i'm going to take little American Boy with me so he can help me with 'party preparations' ... you can help teach this bad little girl some manors." she smirked. Now wrapping her arms around one of his "then maybe you can join in helping me later, your always so good to mommy ~" she added, now turning to grin darkly at Alfred. "we're going to have some fun ... you and i ..."

[.Yin.]

Flavio re-appeared. This time he had a set of keys in his grasp. "Allen, do you want to help me give your counterpart a make over?" He offered. He didn't like the tone Alfred held with his brother. So he had made up his mind and decided he should teach the tubby man a well-needed lesson. He stopped infront of said mans cel, casually going through the many keys, searching for that certain one. He had handcuffs dangling lazily from his pocket and a knife in the other. The knife want exactly his, however. He 'borrowed' it from his brother. The other Italian hadn't noticed yet so it didn't matter much, did it? His own curl was ragged with eager excitement. "You know, Alfred, I used to be a fashion designer. Well, until I got fired for killing four models and posing them for a photo shoot. Though what I'm saying is I'll make you fabulous!" He said gleefully, starting to hum. "Where is your key...? Ah! There it is!" He said suddenly. Though at mothers words - Thats What he called her anyway- he pouted, dropping he keys with a clink. "Awwww. Lemme help you! Please!"he begged

[Black-Cat771]

The girl gazed over gently to the blonde, reaching a hand out and gently stroking his cheek, still keeping one arm wrapped around Allen's. "oh, alright ~" she cooed softly. "your always such a sweet heart, after all, you made mommy such a lovely dress to wear for the party, so you can join in too~" she said sweetly, her personality effectively turning affectionate toward the 2P's, but bitter and cruel toward the 1P's.

[BertieDook]

The Chinese man looked up from his corner. So he had a cell mate? But it was a girl! Now he couldn't go to the bathroom or anything. Great. He cleared his throat to make his presence known. "Nín hǎo." He was watching. Her curiously, playing with his pony tail.

Felicity blinked, and turned around, she knew she heard someone, and she was right. "H-Hi..." She said, a bit nervous as she didnt quite know who this could be yet, as the darkness had kept her vision to a limit of only a little space around her. The shadows of the dark soon gave away as she curiously walked towards the voice.

[EllaAniMine]

"Um.." Ella gently tapped Allen on the shoulder, to patronize him and grab his attention. "I hate to discredit your little taunt there, but you have a fatal flaw in your reasoning. You see, by assuming that Alfred and I are together, you're just making fools of yourself." She took a step back and shrugged, as if gesturing to her casual and lackluster appearance. "Besides, who would want to date me anyway? Though I appreciate the thought." She made a motion to blow a kiss, but brought the sentiment down to her posterior, indicating that Allen could kiss it.

[zombles]

Luciano stood up quickly and turned on Lutz, grabbing him by the front of the shirt and looking him straight in the eyes. He was very angry now. "How about, instead of being a lazy, kraut bast*rd... You do something useful and find a way to break that girl's spirit. Use that disgusting charm of yours, and get into her head, and destroy her and that American garbage heap."

Lutz was slightly surprised by the sudden actions cause by the Italian. His smile faltered replaced with boredness now since Luciano had ruined his fun. God, he was such a party-pooper. "Ugh, you kidding me, I don't want to do it. I mean, if you're going to ask me like that to do your dirty work, at least ask it nicely, jesus. Manners, please." Lutz grinned.

[.Yin.]

"Alfreds state?" Yao guessed, getting to his feet with a grunt. "I don't think we have met. I am Yao. China." He introduced himself, holding out a hand for her to shake. He looked over her shoulder, shaking his head at Ella's actions. "White people, sheesh." He mumbled under his breath before putting his attention back on the girl infront of him. Meanwhile Flavio only just stopped himself from tackle-hugging 'mother'. "Grazie, mamma!" He instead burst out.

[BertieDook]

"I represent Antarctica..." She replied shyly, "I-I'm Felicity." Felicity then said, accepting his offer for the hand shake. "..Do you know how we got here...?" She then asked, still clueless of the reasons of being here.

[EllaAniMine]

"I've never been nice to you." Luciano responded. "Just do it. Obviously traditional means are out of the question. I don't care how far you have to go, I don't care what you have to do, and I don't care how much of a p*ss baby you want to be. If you want me to stroke your ego, it's not going to happen, I asked you to do it because I know you can." Luciano pulled a chair harshly over the floor, leaving marks in it's wake. Sitting down, he crossed a leg over his lap and looked indifferently at Lutz. "That's the end of it."