A small collection of stories.

Hetaoni Related

((Unfinished. Inspired by HetaOni. Contains Dark themes.))

"You wait here, Italy. We are going ahead. I want you to stay safe."

That's the last thing Italy heard before his fellow nations went through the door into the dangers into the next room. Italy sighed and sat down against the door as he was instructed to, in case what other dangers lies ahead tried to get to the wounded that was resting with him. France, Canada, and China were all with him; currently France and Canada were unconscious, but China was in a half daze.

"China? Are you awake?" Italy called over to the Chinese man from across the room. China nodded before wincing. He had a head wound, and his arm was in a sling.

Suddenly, Italy heard it. Horrid, blood-stopping screams of terror came from the other side of the door. Italy covered his ears; he knew if he opened the door he would put France, Canada and China in danger. He was trembling as the screams didn't stop.

"JAPAN LOOK OUT!"

"SPAIN WATCH WHERE YOU SWI-"

"OH MY GOD AMERICA DONT RUSH IN LIKE THAT-"

Italy clutched his ears tighter, trying to fight out the yelling that he could hear all too clearly. He glanced to China, who seemed not to be bothered in any sense, almost as if he didn't care his brother could be dead by now.

"IT WONT WO-"

"DO YOU NEED HELP?"

"YOU TAKE THE LEFT!"

"ITS NO USE!"

That's when the pounding on the door. Italy jerked off the door every pound, shaking his head violently. The door was pushing Italy away, trying to open. Italy still leaned against the door, now silently crying. He shut his eyes tightly.

"ENGLA-"

"NO ROMA, IF YOU DO THAT-"

Italy couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, wiping his tears. China looked up at him. Italy glanced over, China looked confused. He jerked the door open.

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Germany looked over to Italy, casually waving. The others were looking at a old grandfather clock on the wall.

"What's wrong Italy?" Germany asked, turning to face the Italian. Japan turned around at the sound of Italy, remembering that his brother was in the Italian's care.

"I..... I-....." Italy couldn't find his words. He was still shaking a bit.

"Italy-" Japan took a step foreword.

"Hm?" Italy said, trying to forget the whole thing. But he couldn't let go of it like that, it felt so real.

"Your nose is bleeding..." Japan sounded concerned. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to the Italian.

Italy didn't respond, just wiped his nose. There was a long pause, while Italy thought about telling Japan what exactly happened. Italy shook his head.

"I hit my face on the door because I thought it opened the other way."

Germany rolled his eyes. "Next time, be more careful."

Italy nodded. "Yes, Captain!"

England ushered them over. "This clock seems perfectly functional, even showing the correct time." He said.

"What if we moved the clock hands?!" America asked, reaching for the minute hand and turning it back 5 minutes.

Italy screamed, clutching his ears and squeezing his eyes shut. He slumped to the ground shaking. The bloody screams came back, louder then ever. This time, he screamed along.

"TURN IT BACK!" Germany barked, crouching down to hold onto the Italian, who was violently wiggling around. Italy twitched, making it like catching a fish that was flopping around on dry land. America tried to move it back to the proper time, but all that happened was that Italy vomited up whatever he had eaten, trying to curl up on himself. Germany moved him away from what used to be his lunch. Everyone sat in silence; well, not exactly everyone.

Romano slumped over, passing out. Spain managed to catch the older Italian. He tried to call out, but the hazel-eyed man showed no sign of waking up. What worried him more though was the fact the tomato man was now hacking up blood. Spain set Romano down, wiping away the blood as it came out.

Japan tried to calm the German who was trying desperately to help Italy. "Germany, all we can do is wait." Germany nodded in agreement, but started to panic as more blood gushed out of Italy's nose, but the man was shaking too violently to be able to wipe away the blood without possibly poking him in the eye.

The screams of the Italian and Spain's desperate whispers were all that made noise in the room as the group waited for it to be over. A minute in, China entered, wondering what the hell was going on but going silent when he saw Italy.

"China, you should really be resting." Japan finally spoke up turning to face the man, his tone quite soft as if mourning. China started to shake his head, but winced.

"Nii-San, I need you to watch over France and Canada." Japan responded, barely above a whisper. China started to tear up, but nodded and walked out without a word.

Ten minutes.

That's how long the blood curling screams came from Italy, before all at once they died down to soft whimpering and crying and his shakes became only a soft shiver. At the same moment, Romano awoke, to be immediately tightly hugged by the Spanish man. Romano froze up, before he softly whispered something that oddly made it to everyone's ears, except Italy's who he was still covering.

"What the hell just happened?"

Germany sat Italy up, wiping away the blood that dripped down his neck, grumbling at the fact that there was some soaked into the man's dress shirt. Japan helped the German, sighing softly. Italy opened his eyes slowly, to be greeted by a pair of ice blue eyes and chocolate brown ones. Italy started sobbing, hugging the two of his closest allies close. The others looked on, grim expressions etched into their faces.