NOTES:
A) I own none of the art used here; credit to all of the original artists. Credit also to Hima, seeing as I (and the artist, technically) own none of these characters at all.
B) I am not fond of cursing and am rather uncomfortable with myself doing it, but seeing as this is a 2p!Hetalia fanfiction, foul language is to be expected. Therefore I have 'censored' more serious ones (i.e. f*ck and sh*t), and then left more minor ones alone (i.e. hell and damn). I apologize if it takes away from the story; that was not my intention.
C) If you disagree with how I wrote the 2p!Hetalia characters, please message me - don't leave a comment about it (especially one that could be interpreted as rude). None of the characters are official as far as personality, so I used artistic license to toy around with them a bit.
CAST:
In case you don't recognize some of the characters, seeing as I used their human names.
Allen - 2p!America
Matt - 2p!Canada
Francois - 2p!France
Oliver - 2p!England
Kuro - 2p!Japan
Viktor - 2p!Russia
Natasha - 2p!Belarus
Thurston - 2p!Finland
Ronald - 2p!Austria
Julia - 2p!Hungary
Lutz - 2p!Germany
Klaus - 2p!Prussia [briefly mentioned]
Luciano - 2p!Italy
Flavio - 2p!Romano
Now that's all out of the way, I hope you enjoy part 2 of Masquerade of Murder!
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Allen swore.
Things had just gotten worse.
Natasha frantically signed something to Viktor, who nodded and turned to the group, saying, "Natasha believes that one of them must be the killer, and therefore one of them is about to die."
A bloodcurdling scream suddenly met their ears.
Allen and Matt exchanged glances, just as Ronald shouted, "Julia!" and ran from the room.
"Aw, f*ck," Allen cursed as he chased after the Austrian, the others just behind him.
They didn't have to go far.
Merely a few doors down they found the Hungarian woman, her face as white as a sheet.
Ronald ran up to his wife, taking her hands in his. "Julia?" he said pleadingly. "Julia, please tell me you're okay!"
She pointed with a shaky finger at the room connected to the one she was in, her pink eyes wide as saucers and brimming with tears. "There's... He's..." She broke into sobs, burying her face in her husband's chest.
Allen gazed warily at the door standing between him and whatever horror Julia had witnessed, noting that the Hungarian woman had only opened it but a crack. Steeling himself, he carefully gripped the silver handle and slowly turned it.
There was so much blood.
He cursed, turning away and pressing his fingers to his temples.
It couldn't be real.
"Allen," Matt said slowly, "what exactly is in that room?"
Allen looked up from the floor, staring at his brother with crimson eyes that now bore a heavy weight unable to be put into words. "Come and see."
Hesitantly the Canadian approached, Oliver, Kuro, Viktor, and Natasha right behind him. Ronald remained with his wife, gently stroking her hair and whispering calming things into her ear.
Inside the room lay Zao's body, his torso completely drenched in blood. But no - that wasn't even the worst of it.
The worst was the massive clock that had been painted on the wall with the Chinese man's blood.
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Masquerade of Murder
FanfictionAllen was expecting a masquerade. Instead he got two hours to figure out who was slowly killing them off one by one and why. Will he figure it out, or will the killer be the first to say, "Checkmate?"
