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Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 10:59 am
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I would say that this is rated...for people 13 and above for:
Violence
(Maybe some language...maybe)
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: ~Smiley~ Date: March 30, 2014, 11:00 am
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I love this story! It made me cry!
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:01 am
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I do not own Hetalia or the characters.
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:01 am
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Alfred pointed the musket at Arthur. ‘All I want, is my
independence!’ Alfred shouted to the british man, who was
furious at him. Arthur ran to Alfred and knocked the musket out
of his hands with his own. ‘I won’t let you Alfred!’ Arthur
pointed his musket to the young American. He had a vision of the
once small Alfred, Arthur smiled at him and held out his hand.
‘Come on Alfred, lets go home.’ Alfred took his hand and walked
with Arthur. Then suddenly Arthur dropped his musket and
collapsed. Covering his eyes, tears began to run down. ‘Damn it
why, it’s not fair!’ Arthur cried out. ‘You used to be…so big.’
Alfred told the crying man. Alfred turned around, leaving Arthur
crying. ‘Why can’t we just go home?’ Arthur said, but Alfred had
not heard Arthur because he had already left, he walked away
from his former guardian. Left him crying on the ground.
But…this was for his justice…his freedom! He had finally gotten
his independence, and so did his people. He had won the war, and
defeated a superpower! He did it all for his people, he did it
for the freedom, for his independence. After he had received his
independence, Arthur’s troops and Alfred’s people had been
fighting. For a very long time, the people of England and
America wouldn’t get along, and Alfred and Arthur didn’t,
either. Both had fights, arguments, and the same things happened
between their people. His independence had made their
relationship a utter disaster, for a long time…It was not until,
they both had teamed up in the world war. Even if they were
together, as allies. Things were still rough. Trying to make a
friendly conversation would become awkward, or just become
another one of their fights. Though today…was different..today
the most powerful nation had collapsed, Alfred, who represented
the most powerful nation America…collapsed with it. Arthur
looked into the dying man’s eyes. ‘Damn it Alfred, you can’t
die! You’re a bloody nation!’ Arthur held onto Alfred’s hand and
squeezed it. ‘Ha…I screwed up man...I didn’t even get to save my
people from dying too.’ Alfred laughed, though it wasn’t his
obnoxious loud mouthed laugh he would always do. This time it
was weak, and quiet. Arthur began crying, his tears falling onto
the American’s chest. ‘Don’t die on me Alfred! Stay with me!’ He
pressed his head against Alfred’s chest. ‘Sorry Arthur...i lied
about being a hero…if I was a true hero…I could’ve saved my own
people.’ Those words made Arthur feel utter despair, and anger.
‘Don’t say that you idiot! No matter what, you’ll always be the
hero, the stupid idiot that yelled it out in the world
meetings!’ Alfred gave Arthur a weak smile. ‘that’s the first
time you’ve ever called me a hero Arthur…before I die though…I
wanted to say…I never hated you, you old man…I love you, and I
want you to take my place as a the hero who comes and saves the
day…but don’t you ever…screw up…like I did. I want you to stay
strong and alive, and the same with your people.’ Arthur cried
harder. ‘No! Alfred! Please don’t leave me, you idiot I love you
too, so don’t die! There’s no way I can be the idiotic hero,
nobody can!’ the dying man hugged Arthur, Alfred was so weak now
his rib cracking hugs were softer than a feather. ‘I’ll always
love you..big brother.’ Those were Alfred’s last words…Arthur
was now being hugged by a hollow body..not the go lucky, happy,
obnoxious, grinning hero, Alfred. He was holding…a dead Alfred…
‘I love you more Alfred.’ Arthur mumbled, crying onto the
lifeless body. ‘My little brother’
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:02 am
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Alfred’s death had severely dejected the nations .Alfred was the
youngest, the strongest, but had died the earliest. Arthur
hasn’t been going to the world meetings, and sometimes Francis
wouldn’t either. He would stay with Arthur to comfort him. Even
if Francis hated Arthur, and Arthur hated him back…This was
severe. Arthur wouldn’t even yell at the Frenchmen. Francis even
tried annoying him, but it was futile. Arthur didn’t speak,
flinch, or even look at Francis. Because of this, Francis felt
even more dejected. Arthur was skinny, and weak. He was making
himself suffer. ‘Come on Arthur, think about what Al…’ Francis
stopped. He knew that a mention of the dead man would only cause
it to become worse. Arthur curled deeper into the corner,
bawling his eyes out. ‘Why Alfred, why? Why you…why not me?
Why?’ Francis could hear Arthur mumbling and repeating those
words to himself. That’s the only thing Arthur would ever say,
apparently. ‘Arthur, I’m going to cook you something, and this
time you need to eat it. I’ll be in the kitchen, if you need
help just ask.’ Francis patted Arthur on the shoulder but got no
reaction. He sighed and walked to the kitchen. ‘Who killed
Alfred anyways? And why? Sure he did some stupid stuff, but that
doesn’t mean they have to kill him!’ Francis thought to himself.
He took out the ingredients, he was going to make one of
Arthur’s favorite dishes, Fish and chips instead of making him
one of his cultures exotic foods. He opened the fridge, but
stopped half way when he heard a chair being dragged across the
wooden floors. He ran to the living room, where he saw Arthur
standing on a chair with a rope on his neck. ‘Don’t commit
suicide, stupid!’ Francis sprinted over to the man and untied
the rope from his neck. The knot was easy to untie since it was
loose, it seems that if Arthur didn’t have enough strength to
even tie properly. ‘Off the chair now mon ami.’ Francis lifted
Arthur off the chair and set him on the couch. Arthur was
unbelievably light, he still was before, but now he was even
lighter. Francis looked Arthur in the eyes and shook him lightly
on the shoulders. ‘Don’t ever try doing that again!’ Arthur
didn’t look at Francis, and just stared at his lap.
‘Arthur…answer me! Why don’t you call me a wine bastard, or
beard bastard like you used to?’ Still no reaction. ‘I’m not
going to leave you alone, since you might try killing yourself
again!’ Francis picked Arthur up and walked to the kitchen and
gently sat Arthur on a highchair. Francis began cooking, while
hearing Arthur’s mumbling about Alfred. Once Francis made the
fish and chips, he putted it on a plate and served it to Arthur.
‘Eat up, mon ami.’ Arthur stared at the fish and chips and
started crying. ‘I once fed Alfred fish and chips…he loved it…’
Arthur started to cry, tears falling onto his food. ‘Please
Arthur, you need to eat.’ Francis handed Arthur a fork. Arthur
threw it at the wall, and flipped his food off the plate and let
it spill onto the floor. ‘I want hamburgers! Like Alfred! Alfred
loved hamburgers!’ Arthur shouted at the Frenchmen. Arthur hated
to eat the greasy food, but he missed Alfred. He wanted to eat
Alfred’s favorite food. Arthur started to sob louder, his eyes
were red, and so was his nose and cheeks. ‘I want Alfred!’
Arthur started shouting more. ‘I don’t want you! You stupid wine
bastard! I want that stupid idiot, my little brother, Alfred!
Give me him back! I’ll do anything!’ Francis couldn’t do
anything about this, he couldn’t bring Alfred back. He just went
back to cooking, and started to make hamburgers. ‘…my little
brother please come back.’
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:02 am
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Francis finished making the hamburgers and served one of them to
Arthur. Arthur just stared at the greasy food, and poked it on
the top bun. ‘Alfred...You idiot..this thing is bad for you...’
Arthur smashed his fist against the table startling Francis.
‘Damn it! Damn it! Bloody damn it! This isn’t fair! This is the
second time he’s left me! This is worse though! He’s left me
forever! That stupid git, that idiot!’ Francis patted Arthur on
the shoulder sympathetically. ‘Arthur, banging your fists on the
counter, crying, and yelling, or even mumbling won’t bring you
anywhere to being a hero.’ The British man looked at the
Frenchmen. Francis noticed the dry tear stains on his eyes
running down to his chin, his rosy cheeks, teary eyes that were
pink from all the crying, and his runny red nose. Arthur
sniffled. ‘You’re right, and I hate to admit it to you, stupid
wanker.’
Arthur bit into the hamburger. ‘This food is bloody disgusting!’
‘Like you can make a better one black sheep of Europe!’ ‘I sure
can you bloody frog!’ That day Arthur cheered up and had decided
to go to the world meeting that was being held tomorrow. Arthur
and Francis spent the rest of the day arguing, Arthur fell
asleep on the couch, tired from all the crying and his eyes were
dry and it burnt.
The next day Arthur finally went to the world meeting.
‘A-Alfred!’ Arthur yelled out in utter shock. The blonde man
turned around. ‘I-I’m Matthew!’ The boy who had looked like
Alfred said to the British man. Arthur’s heart shattered into
pieces when he found out it was just Alfred’s brother. ‘Sorry..I
just had mistaken you for Alfred.’ The Canadian looked at
Arthur. ‘It’s not the first time.’ Matthew said before Arthur
turned away walking down the hall. He dragged himself into the
janitors closet, and locked the door. sliding against the empty
wall of the closet, he covered his eyes and began to silently
cry.
An idea had finally popped into Arthur’s mind. He could create a
spell to bring back Alfred. Though…Arthur would need a human
body for that. Arthur unlocked the door, and excitedly stormed
out of the meeting house. Walking down the streets of London, he
looked around. ‘Killing one of his people wouldn’t hurt, right?
It was for Alfred after all.’ He thought. Taking glances around
the place, he found a guy sitting alone on the bench of an empty
park. Arthur walked to the man, and took out a pocket knife and
stabbed the man in the heart. ‘Sorry, but I’m doing this for my
brother. Do forgive me…’ Arthur had taken a life from another
person, though…it wasn’t like it was his first time doing this.
He had gotten into wars, and killed people without hesitation.
So did Alfred. ‘Alfred would understand, right?’ Arthur thought
to himself. ‘Now how am I going to sneak this bloody body to my
mansion? Ah ha!’ Arthur exclaimed, taking his wand out and waved
it. Not too long, Arthur with the dead body, were at the
basement of his mansion.
Arthur got everything set up for the spell. He spent hours doing
the spell, but sadly. The spell had not worked. He dragged
himself up to his study room and sat down on his chair, and face
planted onto his desk and groaned. ‘England!’ A cheery voice,
Arthur instantly had recognized. ‘Flying mint bunny!’ Arthur
cheerfully said. The green bunny could always cheer Arthur up
when he was down. ‘I came to visit!’ Flying mint bunny said
flying around Arthur. ‘Say…Flying mint bunny…’ Flying mint bunny
smiled. ‘Yes?’ Arthur petted Flying Mint Bunny. ‘Do you have a
spell to bring people back to life?’ Flying Mint Bunny tiled
their head. ‘Well….we do..but it has risks’ Arthur stands up
from his seat. ‘I’ll risk anything!’ Arthur shouted. ‘But, you
can die!’ Flying mint bunny said. Arthur nodded. ‘I don’t care.
Just tell me how to bring back the dead!’ And so Flying mint
bunny did. ‘I’m coming for you my little brother’
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:03 am
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‘You can’t bring any weapons to this dimension.’ Arthur sighed
and took out all of his weapons and putted them somewhere safe.
‘Check.’ Arthur checked off another. ‘You cannot bring any food,
or hurt anybody in the dimension.’ Arthur took out his notepad
and wrote that down. ‘So..here I got flying mint bunny.’ Arthur
stared into the mirror. Flying mint bunny swirled around Arthur.
‘Be careful!’ Arthur nodded and stepped into the mirror.
Arthur was in the field at where he first found Alfred. Looking
around he found himself, hugging Alfred singing him to sleep.
‘Alfred’ Arthur mumbled to himself. His past self looked at
Arthur and grinned. The past him stepped forward towards Arthur.
‘Do you want Alfred back?’ His past self said lifting the little
boy in the air. ‘Well…you know what? He’s dead!’ Arthur backed
up. ‘You’re not me!’ He yelled at the duplicate of himself.
‘What would you think if I killed this Alfred here? In front of
your eyes?’ The duplicate took out a knife from their pocket.
‘No! don’t!’ That only made the duplicate grin wider. The fake
jabbed the knife into the young boy’s arm, making Alfred wake up
instantly and scream in pain. Arthur closed his eyes and opened
them. He was holding the bleeding boy instead of his fake.
‘Alfred!’ The boy cried. ‘Why Arthur? Why! Why did you hurt me?
I thought you loved me! Big brother!’ The boy tried to make
Arthur let him go. ‘No Alfred! I swear it wasn’t me!’ ‘Why did
you do this?’ Alfred cried. ‘What?’ Arthur saw another different
image. This time he was pointing the musket at Alfred’s head
while the American’s knees were on the ground. The teen looked
Arthur in the eyes. Arthur felt himself put his finger on the
trigger of the musket, he couldn’t control it, and he just
pulled it. The blood of the teen splattered onto Arthur’s
clothes and face.
‘I am the one who killed my little brother.’ Arthur mumbled
those words to himself. Collapsing onto the ground and holding
onto the teen’s body. ‘No! this is a fake Alfred! …I must keep
walking, so I can find the real Alfred…I won’t let these
distract me.’ Suddenly Arthur was pulled out of the dimension. A
blonde man with blue eyes and a cowlick in his hair was in front
of Arthur. ‘Arthur! Arthur! Wake up! Dude!’ Arthur touched the
man on the cheek. The blue eyed man held onto Arthur’s hand.
‘Big brother...I’m back!’ He grinned. Arthur tilted his head.
‘...Big brother?’ Arthur repeated the words. ‘Yeah dude! It’s
me! Alfred! I’ve came back!’ Arthur took his hand off of
Alfred’s face and slapped him across the face. ‘Get away from me
you fake!’ Arthur screamed and grabbed the nearest object near
him which was a red flower vase. He smashed the vase against
Alfred’s head. ‘The real Alfred died! You’re another fake!’
Alfred got up and picked off the pieces of glass sticking into
his head. He looked at Arthur and grinned. He began to walk
closer to Arthur, he backed up Arthur to the wall. Only now, the
british man had noticed that this Alfred was holding a baseball
bad with nails sticking out of it. Fresh blood dripping from it.
The so called Alfred lifted the baseball bat over his head.
‘Goodnight, Arthur! You broke a rule of this dimension! You shot
me! And so here’s the consequence’ The baseball hit Arthur’s
head. ‘You’re not my little brother.’ Arthur said before he had
blacked out.
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:04 am
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There was a blurry figure, it looked as if it was Alfred’s.
Arthur reaching out his hand, but he felt something pull him
back on his wrists. His vision finally cleared. Looking around
and front of him. He his wrists chained to the wall. Front of
him was the so called Alfred. The blue eyed man stepped towards
the green eyed man and smirked. ‘That’s a pretty bad wound on
your head, doll face.’ Arthur snickered at the comment Doll
face. ‘What are we in? The bloody past, you stupid git?!’ He
mocked him. Alfred bit his lip and growled, then kicked the
British man. ‘Don’t talk to me like that.’ The American crouched
down to the man on the floor groaning in pain from being kicked,
he gripped onto his chin and forcefully made him look at his
eyes. ‘Is that a way to treat you’re little brother, Arthur?’ He
smirked, only for Arthur to spit on him. ‘You’re not my bloody
little brother! Alfred would never had done this to me!’ He
protested against the man crouching down to him. Instantly
Arthur felt a sting on his left cheek. He was slapped by the
damn American. ‘Let me go or I’ll’ ‘You’ll what? You can’t do
anything in those chains.’ Alfred had interrupted Arthur, and
began to laugh, forcing his dirty shoe onto Arthur’s face.
‘You’ll what? You can’t do anything, even if you weren’t out of
those chains! You’re weak! You couldn’t do anything when I died!
You’re just as useless as everyone! It’s all your fucking fault
that I died!’ Alfred shouted at the man, it sounded like he was
happy about it, rather than angry. Arthur looked at the
American. ‘If Alfred died. Who the bloody hell are you?’ He
questioned the man. ‘Why, I’m Alfred.’ With that, the American
left Arthur in that spot chained to the wall. ‘You’re such a
fake, my little brother would never done this’
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:04 am
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Chapter II: Escaping From This Psychotic World
Arthur Was trapped in this dark place, he couldn’t see the room.
Neither could he feel what was in the room because of the chains
holding his wrists to the wall. Though, he didn’t want to
either. Arthur already knew what was in this room. It reeked of
blood. He could even smell the corpse next to him. He knew the
scent of blood very well, for he had known it for a long time.
The petrifying smell of death. Turning his head to where it
reeked the most, where he suspected the spot of the location the
dead body was. ‘Head probably got bloody bashed to paper from
that imposter.’ He said in disgrace. Taking out something from
his pocket, which luckily the chains were able to reach to. ‘I
predicted something like this would’ve happened.’ Arthur mumbled
to himself. With a swing of the hand he casted a spell. The
chains were removed from his hands, and fell to the ground.
‘Flying mint bunny didn’t say anything about not being able to
use magic.’ He thought.
Feeling the walls, the sticky smelly liquid, blood getting on
his hands. ‘Now where’s that light switch?’ Arthur wondered
while feeling the walls. Finally he felt a light switch and
flicked it on. I sigh of relief escaped his lips. He turned
around and saw the dead corpses scattered across the room…Though
in the middle of the corpses what caught Arthur’s attention the
most, it was a person who looked almost exactly like him. The
difference was his unrealistic glowing baby blue eyes, his
strawberry blonde hair, and his pink dress shirt with a purple
vest over, brown khakis, brown dress shoes. The most weird thing
of his clothing was his bowtie on his neck that matched his
eyes. ’The bowtie makes him look like a clown’ He thought.
Arthur wanted to laugh but couldn’t since he was the lust for
blood in the man’s eyes.
Arthur looked at the door, he sprinted to the door. The man
walked to him. Once Arthur was close enough to the door he
jiggled the doorknob frantically. To his dismay, the door was
locked. ‘I can’t die here!’ Arthur cried out. The man was only a
few feet away. He heard the sound of a knife scraping the walls.
‘The man has a knife!’ Arthur thought in horror. He was
panicking, he wasn’t even the type to panic. But in this
situation..How could anybody be calm in this situation?! He
kicked the door, didn’t work, a 2nd time, didn’t work..a third
time..didn’t work. He soon felt the man’s breath onto his neck.
He turned around, the man was about to jab the knife into
Arthur! He grabbed the man’s arm, but that didn’t stop it. This
was happening to slow, but so fast. Impulsively, Arthur dodged
his head away from the knife. The knife got stuck into the door.
Whatever the door was made of, it was most likely to be an
expensive material, because the knife was bent at the tip when
the man pulled it out.
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Re: Hetalia fanfiction: My Little Brother
By: Blind Wizard Date: March 30, 2014, 11:05 am
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Oh dear.’ He heard the other man say. The man turned around to
Arthur and grinned. Just now, Arthur had noticed pink swirls in
his eyes. Wait…were they even there before? Arthur was sure they
weren’t there before.
Backing up, he tripped over the dead corpse behind him, and fell
down with the rest of the dead corpses. It was better than
hitting a stone floor…but it’s still disgusting. Arthur looked
at the man. In a flash, he was in front of him. Arthur held back
his whimpers of fear, even if he was scared...he’s not going to
scream. It won’t help one bit. ‘Little brother is forever gone’
The man said. Arthur shook his head. ‘Little brother is still
out there.’
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