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The Perfect Creature – Part Four

Your eyes widened in horror as the figure came towards you with gleaming eyes. You had seen this being only once before, and that was when he had caught you. The name of the being was not known to you, but his nickname as a Metzger, or Butcher, was and you had seen him killing your people without fuss. He had been ruthless and would have shot you just like them if one of the other officers in the S.S. had not stopped him from doing so. Now his dark eyes and soft brown hair seemed to conflict one another and you began to shuffle away from him as he stepped further into the room.

"<Afraid? Stupid creature! You're no different to the rest of the vermin we've exterminated, so why are you important? I so your home and how rich your people were living, I bet none of you had to watch your own mothers stoop to prostitution for the rich Americans during the Depression did you?>" It was an oddly specific argument he was bringing up, but you could understand him. It was cruel that the Germans had ended up worse off for keeping to their alliance with Austria-Hungary; but it was Not your fault or the fault of the other people they blamed…

"<Whatever your may believe, I have hidden away and never taken from anyone – I have no use for money, so why would I have it…. And I do not take part in human wars!>" You growled in annoyance, but your words only seemed to anger the man and he lurched forward to pull you close to him. You could only just choke under his grip, but with him you showed no fear. "<Watch yourself child…. I can kill you now for food and your beloved superiors would not avenge you…>"

"<You have abilities that would help us save Germany and become as great as we should be! You would refuse to join our battle against the people's that tortured us when we were desperate or the Red Army that would make us their experimental subjects? Would you let others suffer?>" He snarled in anger. But you just chuckled at him and he seemed afraid.

"<Red army, black army, blue army… you're no different to each other. Each of you will justify killing for whatever cause you believe in and attack anyone who you believe is against you. There is no difference to me, but it is because I do not want to see more people suffer that are no more your enemy then a mosquito at night – I will not help your people.>" You looked bored, almost careless about your decision. You felt it was right but your own body was confused. Only moments ago you had been weeping with the blonde one called Germany, yet now another had come in and you were cool and calm.

But when this one raised a curled fist to punch you, your eyes flickered past the shape of him and to the open door. What an idiot! You used the remnant of strength to push against him as the fist was sent. The burly man over-swung and followed after his fist, letting you go to try and break his fall, but you were too swift and as he got to his feet you were outside and closing the door on him.

A gunshot skimmed past your shoulder and two people argued at one another for it. This bought you time to gallop away and you did, slipping and streaking through lit underground tunnels that smelt of all kinds of toxins yet an overhang of sterility. You scuttled down a path that your nose had chosen, a path fraught with the scent of regret and also familiarity. You bolted down it and were filled with joy when you spotted a desk at the end, papers being filled out, and a man with blonde hair standing in front of it.

"GERMANY!" You hollered out and the figure spun around. It was him; he looked terrified but also excited to see you up and running at him. But you could see the look of horror in the man behind the desk and suddenly other voices filled the air. An alarm sounded and you were only just able to hook yourself into Germany's form with your head buried under his jacket as he stood rigid before guns appeared. Even buried in his clothing you felt a cold barrel at the base of your skull between your slightly matted ____ hair. Your eyes widened as you heard the gun being cocked….
Yes part Four here was a little short but it was more about your escape and where you feel you actually stand in this universe, rather then the romance.
However, is Germany going to stop them shooting you or is this going to be the end?

Find out in Part 5….


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Hetalia © Himaruya
Story © :iconechosdusk:
Commissioned by :iconnamihatake6:
Originally Request by :iconzombiemousedoom:
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:iconpandoragal:
pandoragal Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
HOLY SHIT YOU MADE ME DO AN IMITATION OF ITALY!
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Hinatathebloom1 Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2014
Poor reader-chan and germany-kun
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echosdusk Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2014
Yes, they weren't having much fun in truth were they?
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Hinatathebloom1 Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2014
That's true
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hottygirl101 Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
DOISTU! Total Italy moment, sometimes at school, I have italy moments, and act like an italian running on caffine, and then I hide behind this big dude, his hetalian nickname is England, but I do call him Germany, or Doistu sometimes.
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echosdusk Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013
:D Who doesnt?
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zombieslayer284 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
I just realized that when I screamed Germany I had an Italy moment XD
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echosdusk Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
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:iconzombieslayer284:
zombieslayer284 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
:iconscareditalyplz::iconsaysplz: GERMANY GERMANY!!!!!
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echosdusk Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2013
HAHAHAHA!
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