The End? V.2 ( Hetalia Rp )

[Dethuma]

"Any information is welcome!" Paul said happily, "I'll return you to your cell, if you tell me anyone else that may know about Peter." He explained with a smile

[Black-Cat771]

The girl slowly stood now,, her arms neatly placed in front of her as she let her dress fall into it's usual position. As she stood there for a moment, her lip's turned into a rather dull line. Her eyes were still shadowed for a little bit, now seeming to only listen to the commotion outside the cell's, in the hall. She soon took a few steps forward, past Flavio, and right up to Alfred, being only inches away. She lifted her head ever so slightly, letting one of her bright, almost glowing, eyes peer out and glare at the boy. "... cruel ... is what i should say to you, you know ... " she almost hissed softly, her cheeks having been long tear stained now. She then pushed her way past him, opening the cell door only quickly enough to get out, before closing it again, now standing in the hall with her eyes shadowed once more. "... Flavio ... my dear ... mommy needs a favor ..." she said almost monotone. "... can you get mommy's scarf from her room? ... the red silk one you gave her for Christmas last year ...?" she asked. Quite the odd request, but her expression didn't change. She then looked to Charlotte for a moment, 'and a blanket ... a quilt one if you can find it ... the girl seems chilled ..." She then walked forward toward Allen and Ella, placing a hand gingerly on the man's shoulder. "... Allen ... if we are to get information ... we need them alive ... and able to speak ... can i ask that you stop dancing about for a moment and help me finish preparations in the party room ... if you must, you can bring this girl with us ... but i expect her only to be cuffed, as she might be able to help us." She then turned to face Ella. "... i will do what i can to help all of you ... but for now ... i ask that you cooperate, at-least for now ... you don't have to hold your tongue in the sense of vulgar, but i ask you refrain from insulting my family, or threatening them ..." After all that she said, she let her hand drop and she took a step back, waiting to hear any response she may get ... right now, she only seemed like an empty shell ... similar to the way she had been all those years ago when she was first found - a stray tear running down her left cheek.

[EllaAniMine]

Ella was stopped abruptly and her facade was dropped. She huffed in agitation and flexed her fingers in a vain attempt to relive some of the crushing strength Allen was exerting on her arm. She found his eyes and fixed her lips into a line as her eyebrows quirked upwards. "Oh my... You caught me. Now what? Beat me? Shout in my face? Try to kill me? Torture me? Psychological testing? Watching a bad Rom.Com.? I've done it all before, I been around for a really long time." She took note of the other woman and stitched her brows into an almost disbelieving position. "What do you think you're saying? There are things you don't know..." Now Ella was just irritated, and it showed on her visage. "Ya know? About me. About us." After a long pause she scoffed. "Allow me to educate you. Ya see that blonde back there? Alfred? He's an idiot. He rushes into things head first, he doesn't think things through, he's a terrible planner, and altogether he is insufferable when it comes to working with other people, let me tell you." Ella laughed dryly. "But he is a great person, who is doing his best. Sometimes he's overexcited and brash, quick to act and maybe a little frustrating, sure. But he means well, and I care about him. Somehow, whenever I see him he seems to manage a smile, maybe not for me specifically maybe for the sake of who knows what... I'd take a bullet for him. I'd do anything for him!" Ella exclaimed. Within a few seconds, she huffed and seemed a bit embarrassed. "Because I think I love him, but he doesn't need to know that. That stays between us!" She mumbled. "And Charlotte..." Ella raised her voice again. "God knows I'd do anything for her! She's a sister to me and, yeah, that includes frustrations. The girl has no backbone, and such little confidence in herself, but I'll tell her day and night that she is a beautiful person. I'll do anything for her, even if that means I'm covered in bruises and scars. You take any country in the world I've probably got a reason to care about them." She locked eyes with Allen and spoke in a serious tone between the two of them. "So I don't know what your objective is here, or what kind of a s***hole you've been through in life. I don't know what your day to day life is, I assume none too great, but my life hasn't exactly been peaches and cream either. I can't count on my fingers and toes how any times I've been shot, or how many battlefields I've been on, or how many people; GOOD PEOPLE, I've watched die... Maybe you've done that too. And if that's the case... You have my deepest condolences and utmost respect.
But it does not justify what is going on here."

[katie;]

(( *flails arms* I'll reply later tomorrow, once I'm at my grandma's house... as long as my cousin doesn't try to bother me the entire time I'm up there. ))

[.Yin.]

"Mmmmm.... No. Why would I tell you that? So you can just torture my friends like you did me?" Yao gave a snort. Was this guy for real? He couldn't believe him, honestly. He'd endure more pain if needed. But he would not send anyone else through this. That was for sure.


Flavio remained silent throughout the entire scene, rising to his feet with the others. Still, he said nothing and did nothing. Until mother spoke. When she did he turned to Alfred. "Ciao! Good luck!" He whispered before slipping from the cell door. "Yes, mama!" He said quickly before hurrying off. His mind raced as he raced through the hallway. He listened to his own feet slapping against the ground as his mind raced. What was going to happen? He wouldn't put it past Allen to rat them out for being friendly with the 1Ps. This whole time he had believed what they were doing was fine. Until now. Everything was happening so fast... It made him sick! He slowed his pace once he reached said room, quickly locating his scarf. He gently grabbed the folded fabric and started back the way he had come. He decided, as he went, to stick by mama. She was the only one he trusted. She was the only one that was kind to him. He owed her. "Here." He said as he returned, holding out the red scarf for her to take.

[Dethuma]

"I won't torture them, if they cooperate," Paul mumbled obviously irritated. "Besides what's the harm in telling me about my counterpart?"

[.Yin.]

"Because the more you know the easier it will be for you to harm the boy. They won't cooperate and I will not have you hurting them!" With the restraints still undone and what not Yao suddenly lunged up to his feet. He decided this was the stupidest thing he had ever done as he aimed a quick kick to the boy's head.

[katie;]

Charlotte caught Alfred's gaze, and she smiled faintly upon seeing him getting so worked up for her safety. It was nice to know that there were two people out there that cared about her, and that Alfred was willing to do anything to protect his states. But what was she supposed to do in a situation like this? Rebel and actually give the second players a reason to snap her neck right then and there? No, she couldn't do that - actually, scratch that. She wouldn't do that, since she was too afraid to stand up for herself for long periods of time. In this type of situation, she thought it would just be best for her to be submissive, and that would maybe allow her more time to think of something to do. Right now, however, her mind was drawing a blank. The brown haired girl couldn't think clearly under these circumstances. "What else am I supposed to do? You know I can't do anything, I don't possess the ability to truly hate someone, let alone possess the ability to fight back when I know it's just going to put me in a worse situation," she said softly, hoping that the blonde was able to hear her. Sighing quietly, she reached up in order to wipe the tears from her cheeks before they dried, and she didn't realize that a few had accidentally dripped onto Allen's arm. Listening to him drag his bat behind him, she couldn't help but to cringe slightly from the noise it created, as her hearing was a bit sensitive. It almost made her want to say something about it as politely as she could, but all she could think about was what he might do. For all she knew, he could take that very bat and bash her head in, or something along those lines. Okay, I don't want to think about that... she thought, shivering slightly in disgust and fear at the thought. That would be so painful, so bloody and gory... ugh. No thanks. After she spoke quietly, she felt him nudge her lightly, and she figured it was to urge her to keep moving. Turning her gaze downwards, her hazel eyes became glued to the floor, and her light brown hair covered her eyes a bit. It hurt, how he kept nudging her and just moving in general, but that was because of how roughly they must have treated her while she was unconscious. The bruises and scratches must have looked awful by now, but she couldn't worry about that at the moment. Letting another soft sigh escape her lips, she tore her gaze away from the dusty floors and looked up at Allen. Damn, their height difference was really bothering her now. Listening to him pop the 'p' at the end, she paused, knowing he would say more. "Wait, orders? From who? And although they say that fear is the best way to get information out of people, I know that a lot of my fellow states and countries won't tell you guys a single word," she said quietly, frowning lightly as she heard him whistle an eerie tune that sounded oddly like America's National Anthem. For some reason, she thought it was very ironic that it sounded like the National Anthem. How ironic, that you're whistling something similar to the National Anthem... she thought silently to herself, falling silent. Blinking her hazel colored eyes, she merely nodded in response, feeling uncomfortable from his malicious grin. It surprised her a bit that she apologized to him for her behavior, but no matter what someone did to her... she didn't possess the ability to truly hate someone. She did dislike people, sure, but she tried to believe there was a shred of goodness within everyone, no matter if it was as small as a grain of sand or not. "Y-Yeah, I understand... I'm sorry..." she said truthfully, now feeling ashamed of how she spoke to Allen. Then, within the blink of an eye, he had turned around and gone running towards her best friend. Once she got in between them, she tried reasoning with Allen, even if it wasn't much, before Ella told her that it was 'her tango to dance.' Wait, what? That woman was crazy! But this was Ella, after all... there was nothing she could do now. Giving them both an utterly defeated look, she stumbled away from them, looking down at the handcuffs keeping her bound together. They were already beginning to make her wrists hurt, and she desperately wanted to get them off of her. Watching the two of them 'dance' at each other, she bit her lip lightly and her eyes widened once he grabbed Ella's arm in a crushing grip before raising his bat. Opening her mouth to say something, she was abruptly cut off by Josephine, who was trying to reason with everyone, and then her eyes landed on her. Instinctively recoiling under her gaze, she was somewhat shocked when she told Flavio to go get a scarf, as well as a quilt for her. What was she trying to play at? There was no way she was doing this with good intentions... was there? No, there couldn't be. Glancing down at her handcuffs again, she sighed quietly and listened to her speak to Allen and Ella. And boy, once she heard Ella's reply, she couldn't help but to mentally agree with her. Ella was making a lot of fine points, including the ones about Charlotte. It was true - she had no backbone, she had no self-confidence, and she was constantly being told she was beautiful. But in today's society, that was hard to believe, since everyone was expected to be a little stick figure. The only good thing about her was her personality, and not too many people seemed to care about inner beauty anymore. Suddenly feeling like she wanted to cry, the brown haired girl's lip quivered and she looked down, not wanting to let everyone see that she looked like she was about to burst into tears.

[Dethuma]

It took Paul by surprise when he suddenly lunged from the chair, firmly landing the kick on Paul's head, he felt himself collapse on the floor unable to do anything, but let out a blood curdling scream of pain when he felt his head bounce onto the concrete floor a second time. The room span while he laid motionless until everything went black.
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Natasha woke up upon hearing screaming, as fast as she could she bent her leg in a rather uncomfortable position to reach the sheath the was on her leg for her knife, she grabbed the knife and walked as far as possible towards the bars and stood prepared to fight.

[Black-Cat771]

"thank you dear ... " she murmured softly to Flavio, now gently wrapping the scarf around her neck. "now ... Ella, was it? ... i understand your concerns, motives, and points ... but some things just ... can't really be explained ... like how we 2p's exist ... how were we created? ... how were any of you 1p's created ... why were we created? ... who will ever know." she replied, shaking her head slightly. " but what i do know is that all of us have a purpose ... not all of us know what it is ... and those who do are very lucky ... but then again - you can never be too sure about if what your doing is what your meant to do ... right?" she asked. She then lowered her gaze a bit to the scarf. "after all ... not all of us are the same." She then glanced over to Charlotte once again. She was silent for a bit, but soon looked to Flavio once again. "im sorry dear, i think you might have forgotten the blanket for that girl over there ... could you get one please?" she asked, now glancing at Ella again. "i don't hate you ... or any of you 1p's ... yet im sure most of you hate me and my family ... yes, we can be harsh, we can be cruel ... some of us are just down batty if you think about it long enough .. but we're not much different from any of you ... we live ... we breath ... we strive ..." She paused for a moment, giving a quick look to Allen. "we protect ..." She then closed her eyes. "at this point you must think im just rambling on about useless things ... maybe think im trying to persuade you or- maybe trying to lower your guard, stuff like that ... no ... but i will say what im trying to get at - if that helps." she added, now wrapping her arms around Allen's waist. "im protecting and standing up for my family - as a mother should ... if you can't understand that, then ... im sorry ... but there isn't much i can do for you." She then rested her head against Allen's side. "we've all got people we'd kill for - im sure ... some more then others ..."