Divided || A Hetalia Fanfic

Chapter 11

Orphan

No...

Uncivilized

I'm not!

Abolish them!

Please, no!

Kill all of them! Take no survivors of the rebels!

No, please! Don't!

Let her see their fate!

Please, no!

Philippines gasped awake, tears streaming down her face with her hands clutching the blankets. She slowly sat up and looked around, taking in her surroundings. Once assured that she was, in fact, inside her bedroom and that there was no fighting, she let go of the blankets in relief.

"Just a dream," she murmured, head on her hands. A knock on the door jolted her out of her relaxed state.

"Lady Maria? It's me, Isabelle. I heard screaming so I came to check if you were okay," a soothing voice said.

"I'm okay, you should get back to sleep," Philippines assured, voice clear and firm, from her bed. A beat then...

"Okay. If you say so, my lady. Please get back to sleep, you still have important meetings scheduled tomorrow."

Footsteps could be heard walking away from her door, and Philippines relaxed again. After a few minutes of just breathing in and out and calming her still rapidly beating heart, she laid back down again to sleep.

***

"What the fuck."

America eyed the dark building in front of him, looking like it was on the verge of collapse due to decay. One step inside could finalize its collapse.

"Your intellect is in here?" he asked, turning towards Hungary and Prussia. Prussia shrugged noncommittally while Hungary just shot a "Yeah, got a problem with it?" and glare at him.

"It looks like a haunted house," Canada said in a deadpan. Greece made a murmur of agreement, stroking the lone cat in his arms.

Prussia ignored them all and walked inside the house, showing them it's perfectly safe. Until a scream was heard. Hungary groaned, rubbed her face, then stomped inside, ready to give them a piece of her mind.

"You guys are so dead when I see you!" she declared. The others just shot each other confused looks from behind Hungary's back at her statement.

What the hell? Canada mouthed at the rest, but followed after Hungary nonetheless.

***

Indonesia's song slowly came to a stop, the children in front of her fast asleep.

"Thank you for this, my lady," and aide spoke up near the door. Indonesia smiled gently at the aide. "It's no problem at all, Cami," she said as she stood up, brushing off imaginary dust from her floor-length skirt. "It's one of the few responsibilities that I enjoy," she continued, now walking out.

"Where will you go now, my lady?" the aide asked, holding the door open.

Indonesia just smiled enigmatically.

***

Malaysia let out a breath, hands positioned for the dance. She slowly breathed in as her right leg swung an arc on the floor, eyes still closed.

She has danced this so many times it's like a coordinated reflex ingrained in her now. Time became irrelevant to her.

Clapping broke her out of her trance, causing her to stumble a bit.

Once she had steadied herself, she gave a mock glare to the intruder. "Timor, you better have a good reason as to why you have interrupted me," Malaysia said, the smile on her face taking out most of the bite in her words.

Timor Leste, now a teenager thanks to the seclusion years, just gave her older sister a cheeky smile. "You know you love me," Timor teased, plopping herself on a conveniently placed bench nearby. Malaysia just snorted, her body now doing cool downs.

"Why are you here anyway?" the older girl asked.

Timor Leste abruptly smiling, solemnly handing the other girl an envelope sealed with an official-looking wax. Malaysia's teasing grin dropped of her face and got the envelope with shaky hands.

"What is this?"

***

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god I feel so horrible to you guys, promising you something that I couldn't keep huhu. But, to be fair, I had this lying around but writer's block. Also, if you have the time, please check out "Run Away" by yours truly? It's what I work on when I have writer's block on this one hehehe.

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