Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Rising Action

Evil plans are like a wedding. They bring together a want and a way to achieve that want using creative paths that others don't always see. They take hours of brainstorming to piece together a single idea that could be rejected for a single flaw.

"How about we turn their eyes into mouths?"

A good plan has lots of steps. A complex way to reach the finish line that no one will see coming. The more original the idea the better. No one wants to come to a simple wedding with the classic white everywhere and no music other than an ancient lady playing a piano. The same is true for a plan, especially if it's evil.

"What if we turn them back into dolls?"

"One by one?"

"No. Two by two."

Someone needs to look at the plan and think 'Wow, this is a super complicated plan! I could never try to stop it!'. The only person who needs to understand the plan is those who are acting it out.

"Why don't we take over a new dimension?"

Those who come to the reception will look in awe at the decorations, not thinking of the work behind it. Only that it looks fucking awesome and they could never dream to replicate it. The wedding will go down in history for its gorgeous music and venue. If the plan doesn't sound like that, then a new plan must be made.

"Assassins are always a good plan."

But one thing is true for all plans, regardless of the complexity or the originality:

Any idea is a starting idea and any starting idea can lead to glory.

"One word: Shark-bear."

Lydia paused, head slowly turning to where Hugo lay. A dopey grin stretched his lips as his hair brushed the ground. With a restrained breath, she set down her cup of tea and turned to fully face him.

"Shark. Bear?" She enunciated each word slowly, hoping he would see the flaws the in mere name of whatever creature Hugo just created. Instead, Winter nodded, white hair flying around his head. With a bit of effort, he pulled himself up from the hanging position and crossed his legs underneath him.

"Yeah! Shark-bear! It's a shark with the claws of a bear. They'll be ripped to shreds in ten seconds!" he explained. With one hand, Hugo mimed a claw raking across his chest while the other was held in a shaking fist. "Curse you all! I'm a country and I'm dying~" He ended the dramatic display by falling back on the couch with the fist limply hitting the ground.

Lydia rose an eyebrow, making eye contact with Vaughn who shared her apprehension. Though, Vaughn let his distaste show as he sighed and went back to scanning the books which lay strewn across the table. Spells written in various languages shouted out into the room, promising power through magic and just a little bit of blood. Autumn had been hesitant to go straight into blood magic but Spring had persuaded him with a bit of her own blood magic. His hand unconsciously went to the small scar that now decorated his collarbone with a white bandage stuck overtop.

He had no time to deal with the childish antics of Hugo. Lydia wanted him to find a spell, so he's going to find a spell. Spring bit back the urge to call Vaughn out for being such an asshole, instead turning to Hugo with a soft smile.

"I don't think shark-bears are the best way to go this time, Hugo." She said, talking slowly as to lay the denial on the season without triggering the Shift. Hugo frowned, eyes flashing to a brighter blue and Lydia feared she hadn't spoking carefully enough. They'd barely repaired the table from his last tantrum.