The End? V.2 ( Hetalia Rp )

[.Yin.]

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[Dethuma]

He bit down on his bottom lip, wanting to nurse his bleeding shoulder very badly. But he couldn't as his arms were still restrained. He watched him shakily. "I'm not telling you anything, aru." He repeated with a shaky breath.

"Tell em something!" He yelled feeling the heat rise to his face, "I want to know about your world!" he yelled holding a sickle to Yao's neck. "Tell me!"

[.Yin.]

"F-fine!" He finally yelped, trying to lean away. "I'll tell you about your counter part." He huffed, fists clenched up agaisnt the restraints. "Just remove your weapon, aru." He ordered

[Dethuma]

Paul dropped the weapon letting it fall to the floor, starting to laugh when Yao compiled, "Thank you so much!" he exclaimed happily, his hair once again changing from red to blonde. He removed his arm restraints so he could make hand gestures if needed. He pulled up a chair and placed it in front of Yao and sat down ready to listen to whatever he had to say.

Natasha sighed, "I wonder if Big brother is here," she said to herself, it was dark in her cell she was in the corner of the room, chained to the wall. "Big Brother? Are you here too?" she asked, she could barely see anything besides faint shadows and she could only identify people by their voices or if they came close enough. Natasha soon remembered the knife she inside her dress, if only she could reach it.

[.Yin.]

He rubbed his wrists before pressing a shaking hand to the gash on his arm. "Your counterpart is named Peter Kirkland. I personally do not know him very well. But he is an attention hog I know that, aru." He furrowed his brows, really hoping those restraints wouldn't be put back

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Alfred F. Jones
The blonde stared at Josephine with blank eyes, almost as if he was unseeing anything in front of him. The American listened to the pinkish/purple eyed girl intently, scrubbing his head where Flavio had airily smacked him, pouting with an uttered 'ow'. Josephine's expression only seemed more crestfallen as she explained their situation to him. The bomber jacketed man felt his throat become dry at the predicament they were all in. "So... hurting us is your job? What you all do for a living? Who is in charge of you all? Why do they want you to carry out all these horrible deeds? You all should get away from here and live happily, like a real family should! I'm not saying that you guys aren't a real family, because everyone has their own families... just you should live your lives normally!" The blue eyed man spoke passionately, holding his chin in his hands. He didn't know what these 2p's had to go through. He lifted his eyes as Flavio spoke on a low note with a hard expression, nodding a bit as if to share some sympathy. They shouldn't have to live in fear for their loved ones, if they could get killed at anytime if they didn't follow their direct orders. "We all should come together and take down the bad guy, the one who orders you all around!" Alfred exclaimed once again with a grin. If that was what the 2p's struggled with, then he was more than willing to help them out the best he could! The starry eyed man felt himself pale as Josephine clenched her teeth, grin fading to nothing, as he wasn't prepared for such a hostile reply for his snapping at his counterpart. He narrowed his eyes as he bit back a grunt of agitation as Allen advanced towards Ella, panic rising as tension grew in the loud halls. "I'll do anything necessary to protect my friends and family. Even though I don't want to have to hurt one of your family members, they are still threatening my friends! Please, Josephine, call Allen off! Stop him!" Alfred pleaded, seeing as it was his last option in order to save Charlotte and Ella was okay. He had tried breaking through the bars, which only resulted in injuring his hand, and threatening the 2p's, and revolting a few times in order to escape. Though nothing worked, and pleading sadly was his last resort. His head twisted from where he sat to Charlotte as she stood, knees a bit dirty from the disgusting floors after Allen had pushed her. She was being as brave as she could be, and even tried to reassure him with a small smile even after all those harsh things his counterpart had done to her. Alfred felt sadness drip from his voice and into his heart. "No Charlotte, don't let anything that he says get to you! We'll all give him what he deserves!" Alfred was always protective of his states, Charlotte in particular. If anything bad happened to them he didn't know what he would do. He focused back to Josephine as she had spoke. "No I don't... and I'm sorry that you all have to do this in order to survive and to protect your loved ones but..." Alfred stood angrily, voice becoming even louder at his rebellious act. "Your intentionally hurting the ones I care for to save your own family! Isn't that a bit unfair? It's cruel!"


Allen F. Jones
Allen gazed ahead with his ruby red eyes, almost as if they were radars looking for their next target, like he lived for only that soul purpose. Which in a way he did. Even as he had walked with Charlotte he had felt the long streams of tears that had trailed her cheeks, some tears had accidentally dripped onto his arm. The brown haired 2p listened to soft voiced girl as she spoke absentmindedly, dragging his lugging bat behind him and letting the nails scrape into the concrete floors, leaving etched marks behind with each move his arm made. He didn't pay and mind to it for the time being, not wanting to ridicule the hazel eyed girl over it. The brunette wondered what exactly had caused her to get so distressed, though the arrogant man had just figured it was her getting worked up over wherever her fate was leading her, what was going to become of her. The bomber jacketed 2p listened as she breathed in a shaky breath, finding that in that moment he only lightly nudged the base of her arm in response, urging her to keep moving. Perhaps it was because he could see how scared she was feeling with all the commotion going on in the dusty cell halls, maybe he was feeling a string of understanding for the girl. Though his eyes still were locked ahead of his as if caught in a storm, blank and unreachable; arm stiff. As she collected herself with a sniffle or two, he shook his head carelessly. "Yup." He said, popping the 'p' as it was a bit of a habit. "That's what our orders were and it seemed like the easiest and most beneficial. We can any information outta you all, anything to fulfill our mission." The sunglass wearing man spoke, whistling an eerie sounding tune to himself for a moment, which sounded oddly like America's National Anthem. He looked to Charlotte's slightly red eyes, his own eyes narrowed. She apologized under her breath for her act of revolt, Allen simply grinned maliciously. "All I'm sayin' is don't let it happen again, 'kay?" The delinquent barked with a tone full of ice. Though he was very surprised that she had apologized to him even after all the bad things he had done to her, as he had never been treated like that. Sometimes people apologized but that was more like a plead, a will to let them live. It completely bewildered him. But then at Ella's witty act of hitting him square on the back of the head with a bobby pin he had raced backwards towards the girl, leaving Charlotte standing where she were. It was almost like taunting a bull, because if Allen were in a cartoon as of that moment he would have steam coming out of his ears. "As you should be!" He yelled at the girl, rolling his sleeves up with a splitting grin at the daring prisoner he was now faced head on with. Allen doubled back as Charlotte jumped between them in order to stop him from charging at Ella, eyes desperate until Ella had pulled her out of harm's way. "Tango? Maybe I do. Let a pro show you how to dance," he hissed, eyes bright with entertainment as he lurched towards Ella as she danced tauntingly, even aiming a few punches right at her head. The 2p missed every time, and even swung his legs out to trip her. Though she kept the beat enough to still chastise him as he flung attacks at her blindly in his anger. He used artful steps as he prowled down the halls, as if he was dancing himself as he whipped an arm through the air, grabbing Ella's in a crushing grip before raising his bat intently. "You've gotta move faster than that!" Allen crowed with a hoarse sound of laughter.