Hetaoni: ENDGAME

Chapter 2 ~ The Temple and it's Family

   More than a little less than half of the teams went to the temple: Main team 1, Main team 2, and Back-up team 1. The climb down and up the rocky moutain sides were rough and trecherous, but worth it. Definetly worth it.

  The temple was huge, basically a massive cave. On the outside, ancient and intricately carved statues stood, hovering over passerbys, their height at least 10 feet tall. The mythical creatures were carved into a beautiful stone, the material made smooth over the years. "What the hell are those things?" Germany asked, puzzled by their weird forms. "They're pegasuses! Duh! West, you need a lesson in Roman mythology." Prussia teased as he walked inside. "He is right. It's most obvious by the horse form and wings." England agreed as he followed behind the albino. "Dude, even I knew that!" Laughed America as he walked by.

The inside of the temple was even more breathtaking than the outside. Shiny marble floors, small scars decorating each block. There were statutes of gods and goddesses everywhere, dotting the walls in long lines. At the very back of the cave where the shadows took over, a humongous statue of the Roman goddess Aurora stood, a large gold pedestal holding rotten food and objects. In the middle of the cave stood a large fountain, almost as big as the statue of the goddess herself. The fountain had seashells, sand, and gold coin pieces at the bottom. Water still sitting in the ancient yet well preserved fountain.

"Whoa. This place is amazing!" Belgium exclaimed as she ran around the cave, her blonde hair bobbing as she danced around the cave, inspecting the intricate wall carvings. "Don't get too excited. It's only old crap." Romano warned, scowling at the statues. "But don't you think it's interesting Romano?" Spain asked, smiling as he set a hand on his shoulder. "After all, it is your grandfather's history." Romano just turned his head harshly. "He was never my grandfather. He was Felenicano's. That bastard didn't love me, he loved that crybaby over there." Italy looked over, a frown on his face. He was about to cry.

"Romano, that's not true. He lo-" Romano raised his voice. "You know it's true bastardo!" He yelled at his brother, his emotions taking over him. "He did love you. If you bothered to read his diary you would know. After all this happened, he sperated us. You were supposed to stay with our mother, but... Something happened. And you got left alone with the others and Spain. He loved you just as much as me. Grandpa Rome created the powers for both of us." Romano opened his mouth to reply, but closed it shut when he realized Prussia had tossed him the old diary. "Tsk! Like I would care either way..." Romano grumbled, walking away with Spain as he clenched the diary.

"Don't worry mon ami, I'm sure he's just a little upset because he just doesn't want to face the fact that all of this is happening." France put a caring hand on Italy's shoulder. "Just let him go, and I'm sure he'll calm down soon enough, D'accord?" Italy gave him a small smile. "Really? You think so?" France chuckled. "Of course." The Italian nodded.

"China! Come this way!" Russia called out, and China followed with a sigh.

England's green eyes were wide in suprise and excitement. "Look at all these ancient artifacts! So many mythological finds!" He gasped as he analyzed a statue of what seemed to be Zeus, or Jupiter. "Dude, calm yo self." America advised, until he looked at the statue. "Haha! Look, you two have the same eyebrows!" England smacked his forhead as America burst out laughing. "What are you two laughing about?" Canada asked with a smile, happy to see his friends enjoying themselves.

Germany continued to take pictures as Prussia inspected every dark corner there was. "There isn't a lot here..." Germany said as Prussia looked at the three golden pedestals. There were two on each side of a huge statue. Then, there was the odd one in front of the statue, that had nothing on it, while the others held rotting offerings. Prussia sighed. That much was true- there really wasn't a lot to call evidence. Prussia jumped onto the pedestal, with a grunt.

"Don't sit on it!" Germany scolded. "The awesome Prussia needs a throne to sit on, not some stupid pedestal!" Prussia complained, scooting in his seat a little. Only a small shift in his weight pushed the pedestal into the floor, and there was a loud creaking sound.

Everyone in the temple turned his way as Prussia made an exasperated face.

Before anyone could blink, the loud sound of water rushing down a pipeway system drowned the room with it's noise, and they all turned towards the fountain. Prussia was the first to move, jumping off the floor and stumbling towards the fountain.

He ducked his head over the walls of the structure, and he now noticed the fountain was pretty deep. "Hey guys! There's something down here!" Prussia called, his voice echoing a little in the cave. Hungary casually walked over, and pushed his head into the drained out fountain. He landed with a rough "oof". Hungary's face was red with anger. "Didn't anyone tell you not to mess with anything you idiot?!" She yelled from the top, her voice thick with anger. "You didn't have to push me down here! Help me up dammit! I'm sorry, ok?!" Prussia called back, irritated with his wife. She sighed, and extended out her arm, bending a little bit over the walls. "Thanks babe!" Prussia replaced the fake smiled with his usual mischevious smirk. "But I don't think I'll be the one needing help up after this!" He yanked her arm, and she fell with loud scream onto his chest, knocking the wind out of him. And before Prussia could beg for mercy, there was a loud metal banging and ear splitting screams of mercy.

"HOW DID YOU FIT THAT PAN IN YOUR DRESS WOMAN?!" He screamed as she stomped her foot on his stomach. "That is none of your concern!" She smirked, grabbing the upper hand of the situation. "Apology?" Prussia groaned, and he layed his hard head back, too stubborn to admit defeat to her face. "I'm sorry. I hate your frying pan, by the way. He's super mean. So can you please put him away now that I have apologized?" Hungary smiled with a small laugh. "Love you too sweetie." She reached a hand out, and Prussia smiled back, pulling himself up with the help of his wife. "Oh, don't worry. I'm madly in love with you, just not you're frying pan." Hungary laughed at the comment, and Prussia basked in the moment.

"Now, where was that weird, shiny thing?" Prussia furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he looked around. Hungary helped him look around. Prussia's red eyes finally found the shiny object, and he pulled a small little box with linings of steel out of the mixture of sand and seashells. "What is that?" Hungary asked. Prussia just stared at her like she was a total idiot. "Does it look like I know?" He answered sarcastically, and she whacked the back of his head. Prussia laughed nervously, and smiled. "I was just joking! Haha!" Hungary narrowed her emerald eyes. "Mhm. Keep talking pal, keep talking..." She said in a scary tone that made Prussia shrink in his big boy shoes. "Hey West! Mind giving us a hand here!" He called, and Germany bent over, giving them a buffed arm. Prussia grabbed his arm first, and Belgium lent a hand too. Hungary took her friends hand, and Belgium pulled her up with a grunt. 

Italy noticed the box in the Albino's hand, his curiousity piqued. "What's in the box Prussia?" Prussia shrugged his shoulder. "Beats me!" He handed the box to Italy, who opened it up, his eyes widening at the glowing necklace, illuminating the dark temple. "Vee~ It's so pretty!" He beamed as he took it out and put it around his neck. "Germany, could you help me put this on?" The German country blushed red with embarassment. Without a word, he helped him put the necklace on, even though he resented the silly idea. "Gays.." Prussia muttered under his breath, smirking as he thought about the weird couple. They weren't such a bad pairing, to be honest, even if the relationship was rather.... Bizarre. 

"Alright. Romano, Spain, and Belgium- can you give this to the Info team back at the meeting?" The trio nodded at Prussia's orders, Belgium with a smile, Spain an excited face, and Romano his usual scowl. "And Main team 2- see if you can find anything else here. We're heading to the mansion!" Prussia called back as the quartet of countries walked out the temple.

Italy's neckalce was shining brightly, the cresecent shaped moon a beutiful accesory. Although, it's owner would not be happy to see it.

  And so, our journey into that old mansion begins... The Endgame round of this retched play starts as they walk out that temple entrance.

   For you cannot set foot into that 'mysterious mansion' in your town. Because if you anger it's former occupant, you will not get away lightly.. Especially if there are no people there....