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Capturing the Flag with Hetalia! ~ AmericaOnce the game started, you watched the rest of your team head out into the woods. You had volunteered to stay behind and guard the flag; let them run around and get sweaty, you were going to enjoy this lovely day by relaxing in the shade. Your eyes closed in contentment. You paced around the tree, trailing your feet across the grass as you left wide circles in your path. Cool air danced down through the sky, making the leaves tremble in the tall trees as sunshine poured out over them. It was a thoroughly pleasant day. The blue flag fluttered gently in the breeze, hanging off the giant oak behind you. The sun was bright and the birds were noisy, chattering in the bright green of the woods. The wind put a low howl in your ears, which soon picked up on another, fainter sound. You cocked your head curiously. Was it...rustling? You turned around quickly; the noise was coming from a leafy bush that sat on the edge of an arch of trees.
You peered at it inquisitively. Was it an animal?
Letting Loose Pt.1 -- GerItaSilence.
It was the first thing Germany noticed as he woke up in the morning.
Silence. And too much of it.
Not that the German didn't enjoy the rare moments of time to himself; on the contrary, he longed to have much more of them. If it wasn't paperwork, it was a certain Italian clinging to him, and if it wasn't Italy, it was his brother up to his antics, and if it wasn't Prussia, it was a Frenchman subtly hinting on him, or a much more angry Italian screaming at him, or an Austrian scolding him, or an endless amount of possibilities.
But this moment of silence left him wary. Yes, he often didn't know what to do with himself when he actually had a moment alone, but to wake up alone was a completely different feeling. There was no Italian in his bed, which was rare but not unlikely; the man did go home on occasion, but it was usually heralded by an unprecedented amount of clinging and tears (and a lot of begging for hugs and kisses, but thinking about those aspects only made him blush).
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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