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Guardian Angels: A HetaOni Fanfic
It was a rainy afternoon in the city of Denver, and in the suburbs just outside the city itself, not a soul would be caught dead in the downpour. A flash of light shone over the soaked and abandoned street, glowing brighter and growing larger with every passing minute. Eventually, at its brightest point, the light reshaped to resemble a kneeling figure, before quickly fading as though it had never appeared.
Blinking rapidly and in tears, the young lady glanced at her surroundings, her eyes a dulled version of their usual lavender color, but still holding a tiny light of hope within. Uncaring that she was getting soaked, the blonde stranger gripped more tightly in her hand the one thing keeping that hope burning, taking deep breaths to calm her trembling and quiet her sobs. Eventually, she pulled herself together enough to check the contents of the emerald drawstring bag.
Inside she found a note, a letter, and multiple shining wristbands. Hiccupping, she quickly drew the strings closed to prevent the papers from getting wet and rose to her feet, rubbing at her eyes as she did so. With a single purpose in mind, she began running for shelter from the rain, quickly spotting a public library and praying it wouldnt be closed. She wasnt sure what time it was in this world, but she did know she had no time to waste.
Relieved to find the lot full of cars, a clear indication that there would be people in the building, she pulled open the doors and, after glancing around briefly, spotted a girls room where she could escape to without being disturbed.
Entering the room and locking herself in a stall, she again opened the bag and pulled out the letter, unfolding it and wiping the water from her eyes to better read the contents of the letter.
If you are reading this, you must know that the rest of us are in terrible peril. You may possibly have even witnessed one of our deaths already. Even so, I know we still have a chance. Im sorry it has to be this way, but please read on, as we are all counting on you now.
As I do not know what I will have time to explain to you, allow me start from the beginning.
I recently found Spain and Romano in the library, and they gave me news that I found both troubling and intriguing. I can only hope that what they say is not so.
As you know, none of us had any indication that either of them were coming to check the mansion with the rest of us, indeed, I do not believe they were ever included in the invitation to go. I was quite astonished to see them.
The story he proceeded to tell me upset me greatly, and Im afraid to say I abandoned them in my outrage. Had I taken them more seriously, perhaps I might have prevented more from going wrong. After further researching the subject; however, I now see that what they were warning me of is not a joke. It is real, and a threat to every one of us.
Spain told me that he and Romano were from the future. He also told me that they have traveled back in time to protect our past selves.
According to him, we are currently all in a great deal more danger than we originally thought. Also according to him, this is not the first time we have entered the mansion.
You see, Italy has found a way to utilize time magic. Through a journal he found on the third floor.
Apparently, the first time we entered this mansion, everybody except Italy was killed by that
thing weve been seeing everywhere. It was too much for him, and in desperation, he challenged it to take him back in time and go after him instead of the rest of us. The journal responded and granted his request to go back in time.
As much as I dont want to think about it being true, the story does explain a number of things that seemed curious to me. Such as why Italy is always targeted more than the rest of us by the monster, or why Spain and Romano would have come to the mansion to begin with.
I did some research of my own on the matter, and unfortunately, all the evidence points to the story being true.
I had the opportunity to look at the book Italy has had with him this whole time. I had thought it was a bible, but upon closer inspection I did find a symbol of magical relevance on the back cover. I did not have the opportunity to look more closely, but that alone seems enough evidence for me to take action on the matter.
If by any chance, something brings me to give you this satchel, then Im afraid this is goodbye. I have given you everything you will need to save us all, should you choose to lend us your help. Im sorry to ask something so cruel of you, but there really is no other way.
My hope is that I will have managed to send you to a place where you will be free of this mansion. A different place, a different world, where you will be able to seek for help both safely and quickly.
Unfortunately, if my magic succeeds, you will not be able to return to our world. Even if you could, I- none of us would remember that we ever knew you. Im truly sorry to put this kind of burden on you, love.
Inside the bag you are holding, I have included a number of enchanted objects. They all have specific importance, so listen closely.
There is a smaller slip of paper inside along with this letter. If you were to look at it in this mansion, you would find that it is merely a blank, torn strip.
If you are outside of the mansion, the paper will magically reveal to you enough information to enable you to find people that would serve as our best chance of survival. Im afraid its the only direction I can give you, now.
You will also find inside an assortment of wristbands. They are imbued with my magic. The same magic I used to send you to that world will be activated in anybody who wears one of those bands; it will send them on a one-way trip from that world to our own.
I wish it neednt be this way, but with what I understand of time magic, we will not be able to break this cycle on our own. We shall need the outside help.
Please be strong, Atlantis, and please send help swiftly.
Praying for your safety,
By this point, tears were again falling from Atlantis eyes. But they had changed. No longer tears of confusion and fear, they now stemmed from heartbreak, and from acceptance.
She knew England well enough to know that he wouldnt have done something like this unless he truly believed there was no other option open to them.
Not bothering to wipe at her eyes anymore, she folded the letter and replaced it. She took out one of the wristbands and inspected it closely. At first glance, it merely appeared to shine, but looking more closely, Atlantis found there were indeed the tell-tale traces of magic causing them to faintly glow. She checked her own wrist and found that the band England had given to her what felt like only moments ago had grown dark, no longer shining.
I really cant go back. She thought to herself. Suddenly, the tears stopped. She exhaled deeply, her feelings of raw, overwhelming sadness taking a step back to allow a deep sense of purpose.
She knew what she needed to do now. She could mourn her own circumstances later, for now, too many lives were at stake.
Reaching into the bag once more, Atlantis withdrew the final slip of paper. On it, she found only four things listed.
Hetalia ~by~ Hidekaz Himuraya; HetaOni ~by~ Tomoyoshi. You must research both of these things.
Nan Desu Kan will draw the guardians.
Go by the human name: Evangeline Smith.