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Is That Really The Truth? III (Hetalia X Reader)RQ

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    "Don't vorry [Name], ve'll get back at them," Ludwig said under his breath as his eyes flickered to a different color.

 

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                ~ Buckingham Palace; London, England ~

 

                “Good evening, milady. Would you like to indulge in a cupcake? Fresh from the kitchen I assure you!” Arthur offered with a jolly sound in his words.

                “You seem awfully happy today, are you alright? You’re normally never like this,” His boss asked feeling his forehead with her hand.

                “I’m just fine, poppet. I just heard that the war in [R/C] is ending very soon! Exciting!” He said nearly jumping up and down with mirth, as the she took a bite of the cupcake Arthur brought for her.

                “This IS delicious! Just as you said earlier. What did the chefs use in this?” She asked smiling like a kid in a candy store.

                “Nothing but the finest quality ingredients available,” He said before grinning like a mad-man as the she fell over and began coughing up blood, “And the finest poison around.”

                “You… aren’t… Arthur… are you… You’re his Second Player, right?” She asked through her coughs of blood, hanging onto the last strings of life she could muster.

                “Yes I am, poppet! Now have a good sleep and I’ll see you in Hell!” Oliver said smiling a sickly grin at his boss before her life flickered out of her like a candle outside on a stormy night. His emerald green eyes turning shades of blue and pink, as small freckles appeared on his cheeks and down his neck, lights slowly fading out as his eyes began to glow.

 

                ~ White House; Washington D.C., United States of America ~

 

                “Come in Alfred, what did you want to talk about?” Alfred’s boss asked as he took a seat behind the president’s desk.

                “I came to talk about [Name],” Alfred said in a straight tone, looking more serious than he has ever looked in his life.

                “Excuse me, [Name], correct? Isn’t she off fighting the war in [R/C]?” The President asked in confusion as to what Alfred wanted to talk about.

                “You heard me damn right! I want to talk to you about [Name] and what you ordered those assassins to do!” He said pulling out his baseball bat, covered in nails and some tape on the handle, smashing the lights above.

                “I didn’t order anything to happen to [Name], I promise,” He whimpered in fear as Alfred’s eyes changed to a scarlet red that help bloodlust within it.

                “Then how do you know her,” Alfred said one last time before bringing the bat down on his bosses head. Blood spurting a little bit and staining his clothes red, the once brown bomber jacket became a red tint with a nuke as he removed his glasses and placed sunglasses over his eyes, donning his dog tags.

               

                ~ Canada Parliament Building; Ontario, Canada ~

 

    “Tell me everything you know about [Name], now,” Matthew glared at his boss with his eyes that seemed to be a darker violet.

    “I don’t know anything Matthew, nothing,” He stated slamming his hands down on his desk, eyes following the raging Canadian.

    “Really, nothing? How about you tell me why she was killed off by officials that the G-8 hired?” He said picking up his hockey stick and breaking open the nearest window.

    “I-I am not allowed to tell you any information regarding that situation,” He said stuttering on his words as he tried to run to the door.

    “Don’t worry, she came back as a ghost and told us everything,” He said cornering his boss against the locked door and holding the hockey stick to his throat.

    “Goodbye and see you in the afterlife,” Matthieu said under his breath and used the sharpened side of his hockey stick to slit his throat. He pulled off his normal glasses and placed his sunglasses on his forehead, stuck a cancer stick in his mouth, picking up his hockey stick and walking out of the building.

 

                ~ L’Assemblee Nationale; Paris, France ~

 

                “Excuse me Francis, but what are you doing here so late at night?” Francis’ boss asked as he walked right through the doors.

                “I have some business that I have to talk to you about,” He said pulling out a cancer stick and sticking it in his mouth.

                “A-about what?” His boss asked, taking out a bottle of wine and pouring a glass for himself and Francis.

                “[Name],” Francis looked at him very bored.

                “What about [Name]? About her most recent battle?” He asked, taking a sip from his glass of wine.

                “She came back and told us about what happened when she died,” He said taking a breath from his cancer stick.

                “She died? Really!?” His boss asked in surprise, which he truly faked.

                “She died to an assassination that was planned by the G-8, you of course,” He said removing the cigarette from his mouth and placing the lighted side on the arm of his boss.

 

                “What was that for?! That was most uncalled for,” He shouted at the nation as Francis placed the lit side on his other arm, causing him to yelp in pain. Francis said nothing as he slowly turned towards his boss and began to beat him to death with his bare fists, eyes growing darker in color.

 

                ~ Shu Capitol Building; Shanghai, China ~

 

                “Yao, come in. What did you want to discuss with me?” Yao’s boss brought him in and gave him a towel to dry off with from the harsh cold and rain.

                “I came to give you some of my homemade treats, freshly made,” Yao answered passing his boss a basket of the treats.

                “Delicious, one of my newest favorites by far Yao! Do you plan on selling these?” His boss said in delight as he ate another bite.

                “No, I don’t plan on selling the treats, but I do plan on selling one of the ingredients from it,” Yao smiled his eyes glinting with a scarlet shade of color.

                “What ingredient would that be? I’m pretty sure that is still delicious,” His boss complimented the cooking that Yao did. Yao held up a container of clear liquid, and looked at it like it was hot and said with a smirk, “I’m sure you’re familiar with it.”

                “Poison, you put poison in the treats didn’t you?” The boss asked voice quavering as his hands were brought up to his neck.

 

                “Indeed, they make it much easier to, oh, eliminate people that I don’t need,” Yao said cheerily, as the boss fell to his knees, breath being constricted.

                “Sick… man… you… are,” His boss said with his last breath before dying of breath loss. Yao turned around and pulled out a small knife, one that he took great pride in, lifted it up to his pony tail and cut his hair straight off, leaving him with short hair, as his red eyes became red and he walked out of the building.

 

                ~ Mokba; Moscow, Russia ~

                “You will tell us all you can about [Name], da?” Ivan asked his boss as he held his bosses head under his shoe, applying light pressure to make him talk.

                “We ordered [Name] to be assassinated by our three most elite assassins after her most recent mission due to the fact that we were worried that she would spill your secret of being nation,” He cried in fear of dying.

                “Thanks, that’s all I need to hear from you,” And his pickax was brought down on his chest, creating a huge mess and stopping his life instantly. Ivan’s eyes suddenly took on a blood red hue as his eye lids were stained with blood as if the blood stained his eyes, and his hair turned a darker silver. Uniform turning shades of red and black as is the shadow of night was tainting his clothing the color of his mind, dark and red

 

                ~ Plenarbereich Reichstagsgebäude; Berlin, Germany ~

 

                “Vould jou mind telling us vhat triggered the assassination of [Name]?” Germany asked, holding his boss up by his collar.

                “I told jou zhat I don’t know anyzhing about zhat! I didn’t say, ‘Yes,’ or, ‘No,” His boss whimpered in fear of the blinded nation.

                “But zhen again, jou didn’t do anything to save our Freud, and jou vill pay for zhat,” He said looking to the side in mock pity, as his eyes flickered a purple similar to his brother’s.

                “Please don’t hurt me! I can tell jou who vas included in ze votes,” He cowered away from the two brothers.

                “Vhat do jou zhink bruder? Should ve let him live?” Germany asked shedding his jacket and stretching his arms.

                “Do vhatever jou please, he really isn’t a use to us any longer, not like he vas one in ze first place, so kill him if jou vant,” Prussia said opening his eyes, which were normally a violet-red, but now was a an electric blue like his brother’s. Ludwig gave his boss a sadistic smile as, he removed some leather rope from his belt and held it out in front of his face, smile growing even larger. The bosses scream was heard all throughout the country, scaring everyone and alerting them of a new danger and evil arising.

 

                ~ Tokyo, Japan ~

 

                “Ah, Kiku, come in. Place you sword down, have a drink of tea,” Kiku’s boss said pullng open the door to bring him in.

                “I wourd rike to tark to you about [Name],” Kiku said holding his katana as if he was sensing a nearby attack. His boss turned around and pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at his head with a smile as if he won, while Japan completely poker faced it.

                “I knew you were going to ask about [Name], but ruckiry I was informed by other government officiars that your friend’s kirred off their bosses, so I came prepared,” He said with a smirk.

                “Regretabre,” Japan said before drawing his katana and cutting the gun in half as well as leaving a deep gash is his boss’s hand.

                “Stop p-prease!”  His boss begged, bowing down to the country. (A/N Japan: Bow down bishes Me: Had to do it ) Kiku raised his katana above his head, closing his eyes and opening them again, his eye changing from brown to red, his normal angry mood changing to a murderous. He brought his katana down upon his bosses head, blood splattering around the room and staining the doors through.

                “Osoreirimasu, sumimasen,” Kiku (Kuro/ 2P Japan) said in a silented voice as he seathed his sword once again and threw the purple cape in the corner over his shoulders and walked out the door.

 

                ~ Rome, Italy ~

 

                “So Flavio, what-a do you think we-a should do to the poor man? Oh, wait is he even poor?”  Luciano asked his brother what they should do to his boss who was currently tied up, arms behind his back and legs pinched together. Flavio looked down upon the man as if taking his measurements by eye, looking up and down, observing every crease in his clothes. The blonde took out his measuring tape and began to take some of his measurements while their boss freaked out and started whimpering.

                “Well obviously, his coffin measurements aren’t really big so we can just kill him, but from the looks of it he really isn’t rich. Mediocre, really,” Flavio said rolling up his measuring tape, and placing them back to grab his pins.

                “Wonderful, his death will be most gruesome, blood trailing his body. Or we could-a do this like everyone else, short and fast,” Luciano mused to himself, “but a fast death would be most efficient in getting rid of our opponents.” As soon as the words rolled itself off of Luciano’s tongue, Flavio had his pins dragging against their boss’s skin, creating deep red lines which blood seeped through easily.

                “A shame he couldn’t-a be with us any longer than he already has,” Luciano whispered to his brother before stabbing their boss in the heart, blood gush onto his sharpened blade like water running from it.

 

                ~ With [Name], in an unknown location watching everything ~

 

                “I never expected something like this to ever happen, by their hands at least,” She whispered to herself as she looked down upon the nations as they changed personalities and appearances. She was nearly cringing at every screech she heard from above each country, signifying that their boss has died.

                “I guess I should have expected better, but their actions are stirring something up from inside me,” She said looking up at the sky then to her hands. Slowly she closed her eyes and instead of them being vibrant [E/C] orbs they were a deep, but bright red, tinted with gold. Her body seemed to be restored as she felt life returning to her as she closed her eyes once again, opening them to find herself in the exact same spot where she had been killed, but she was not dead at all. In fact she never felt more alive, and she remembered dying too, but she also remembered what had happened before she was returned to life.

                “Now, where are those bastards who killed me?” She asked herself in a playful, yet insane manner as she let out a twisted laugh so the world could hear her.

               

                “The age of darkness will be ushered in by us!” [Name] and the Nations cackled at the same time, making the people around who could hear hide in fear and cowardice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                ~ Ten years later ~

               

                The skies were dark and many citizens hid in their house as a group or 12 walked down the streets talking and laughing, distorted and terrifying laughs. Clothes covered in blood and weapons out where anyone could see them, a girl in the front taking the lead. These were not normal people, but then again, since when were a group of blood thirsty criminals who no one, even government officials, wanted to mess with considered normal. The Age of Darkness has lasted for a long time and didn’t seem like it was ending anytime soon, and the only people who would be able to stop it were trapped in the deepest part of their own minds, unable to break free. And to thing that this all happened all because of the assassination of a human who was incredibly close to the nations as a friend.

 

                    This is the age of the Second Players, and no one can stop it.

So here is the last installment of the Is That Really The Truth? series.
 Requested from :iconshinigami-spartan:

Part 1: fav.me/d7c1uo3
Part 2: fav.me/d7kf7r0
Part 3: You're Here [Name]! Have fun...

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
2!P Hetalia belongs to its creator
You belong to the power of the Second Players
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