Homeless (a Hetalia Fanfic, Book Three)

The Darkness Emerges

*slides into view, poke poke* Listen to the song on the side.

And there's a picture kind of like Alice in her big Vindicator fight in the previous book *poke poke, slides out of sight*

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Tael, Milo, and Evan were in their shared room, trying to find something to do to occupy their bored minds. Evan was sitting on the floor, the complete Chronicles of Narnia in one huge book open on his lap; Milo had his skateboard in front of him, and he was using a small tool to fiddle with a loose wheel; Tael, having not brought much with him to Switzerland, was resisting the urge to scratch at a patch of flaking scales on his neck.

Suddenly Evan groaned and put the book aside to clutch at his middle, and both of his brothers looked over at him at the same time. "Something wrong, Evie?" Milo asked curiously.

"I feel sick..." the nine-year-old reported as he got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom.

The sounds of retching met the older two's ears, and Tael got up to make sure he was alright. The eldest found Evan hunched over the toilet bowl, of course, and puking into it. Tael rubbed his back and tried to tell him that he was going to be alright, but Evan shook his head before hurling another load.

When he finished, he looked up at his older brother and, with tears in his green eyes, said, "It doesn't feel right."

"You mean... Not like a normal sickness?" Tael inquired, one eyebrow raised questioningly. "How come?"

"I-It just doesn't," Evan insisted before spitting bile and saliva into the grossly tainted water of the toilet. "I dunno how..."

"Come on, you should rinse out your mouth and lie down," Tael suggested wisely. "Maybe we can get Uncle Arthur over if you get worse, okay?" With a hand on Evan's forehead, he tried to roughly gauge his temperature. "You don't seem to be running a fever yet..."

Milo was sent to the kitchens to grab a bowl for Evan in case he felt the need to throw up again, and Tael tucked him into bed. Tory and Triss curled up next to the little boy's sides to watch over him while the eldest left to find Dani.

(A/N: Quick word here. He's not barfing up blood. Okay, continue~)

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Where am I...?

Why can't I see anything...?

Hello?

Hey, Mattie? Are you there? 

Is anyone there?

I don't like this place... Let me out of here!

Let me out! Hey, let me go! Leave me alone!

"But you are alone."

My eyes flashed open to see a soupy blackness all around. It was reminiscent of my time on the wrong side of the Snapped mirror, and I hugged myself to steady my shaking. But who said that--?

"I did," the voice said matter-of-factly. It sounded like... my voice. But, wait... Is that what my voice really sounds like? (A/N: Sorry to interrupt a serious part, but... Yzma from Emperor's New Groove, anyone? XD "Is that my voice?")

It chuckled-- was it an it? Or a she? God, I couldn't even tell anymore with my thoughts scattered so far out of my head. 

"Well, I suppose you aren't really alone. I'm here, aren't I? And I've been here for nearly all your life, even if you didn't know it."