Reve: This is your last chance. If you fail me, and I will not hesitate to rip your intestines out and use them as sauce for Italy and I's pasta for later. Got it?~~
World's eyes widened, setting a hand on his stomach as a very disturbing imagery now being repeated in his head over and over.
He gave a nod, unable to help another short burst of tears in eyes and overflowing down his cheeks. Why...Why does Master treat him like this?!
World: Y-Yes, Master!
With that, he quickly got out of there, leaving for the factory as soon as he could.
The Fauchereve giggled loudly to himself once he was alone, before he shift into Germany's form as he knew he should probably check up on Italy maybe play a game of tag. He then thought about World.
Reve: No matter if he fails...He's still replacable after all, that all what pawns are when they are useless...
He laughed maniacally not seeing the Arcana watching him not too far away from a corner with tears pouring from his eyes.
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Dreamtalia: Broken World
Fanfiction"I'M NO PAWN!!!" World is a broken Arcana in the form of America. So instead of running away, he breaks down. How would everyone react? This fanfiction takes place in the Hetalia Game: Dreamtalia. Where the Axis and Allies encounter World a second...
