Nightmares (Hetalia)

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    Imagine phantoms, nightmares, vampire-like clans, ghosts, hauntings, creepypastas, edginess, insanity, and the darkest of creatures rolled into one.


    It's going to be fun.

    A shadow-like figure stepped into the field of vision with a commanding, cold voice. A familiar large-nosed and ashen-haired appearance with a much darker demeanour. He cleared his throat. "Gather around."

    A girl with red-tinted eyes and dark hair joined them, something off about her that made others uneasy. She nodded in respect towards the taller, the leader of the entire clan. "..."


    With a small flash of particles, a young child appeared on top of "Ivan's" head. She didn't squeak. She only crawled off with a similar, creepy smile and shadow-like aura.


    "Moi moi." Finland, second-in-command and frighteningly disturbing walked in, his head tilted at an odd angle and his eyes bright with a cruel amusement so different from his counterpart. Another followed, with blank yet icy indigo eyes that bore into one's soul, and an emotionless vibe.

    A circle of blue light was drawn in midair, some version of Skye slipping out of it.


    Ivan didn't seem particularly perturbed by Flame's entrance. He sat down as shadows twisted together to form a solid chair. "I've received news." He raised an eyebrow at Matthew. "You're late."


    A boy with a more transparent, but a still visible appearance followed suit, giving a searching glance at the others as if they were suspicious. "Sorry."


    The intimidating presence of Berwald had been radiating from the corner the entire time.

    Blaze greeted the Skye-like figure with something like a cruel smile. Could they even smile? Perhaps. "...Hi." She looked at Ivan, staring at him interestingly and listening.


    Flame struggled onto another chair and plopped down as well, staring knowingly at everyone. She wasn't loud, or large, but she just knew what was happening.


    Finland chuckled almost insanely. "Aw, Matthew, don't be sorry!~" He said this with a hint of danger. His eyes drifted over to Sweden, and became slightly gentler. Just a little.

    Oh, they can smile. Sadistic, cruel, fake, alluring smirks. Skye sat down opposite the Norwegian nightmare, crossing her legs. "Hello." Came the simple response as she noted the second-long gaze lock between Ivan and Blaze.


    Faint, wispy shadows emitted like flames from Matthew's shoulders. He ignored Finland as he took a seat.


    "So what are we here for?" Sweden rumbled at Ivan, who only gave a twitching smirk in response.


    "I've found that there are other versions of us in the world we all..." He lingered as his gaze swept the characters. "Know and love." His words were laced with a cold, poisonous tone. Absolutely nothing like the Russia you know.

    Blaze broke the gaze first, looking down in respect. "..." She spoke only after it went silent. "That sounds fun." Her eyes went red.


    Finland gave another cruel smirk that was somewhat hot in its own way. His eyes flashed a black color before he nodded at Ivan. "Moi moi~ It's going to be delightful!~"

    "And it just so happens that they let down their guard around... certain people." The corners of Ivan's mouth flicked upwards into a slight smirk.


    "Then it'll be easy to twist their thoughts." Skye lightly put in, earning a stare or two.


    Sweden stayed silent, although gave a small nod in agreement.

    Blaze's eyes narrowed as she felt a cruel amusement. "Who are these people, then?"

    Finland's head tilted again, but it was far from cute. Silly humans. Don't let your guard down. He gave an almost insane, brief laugh. "And it just so happens that they let their guard down around certain people? How delicious."



    Ivan nodded. "It will be very fun, da?" Malicious intent flickered in his eyes as he answered Blaze. "For your counterpart, it's me." He looked at each nightmare in turn as he explained the character's weaknesses.

    Norway smirked slightly and dark magic flared out, projecting camera-like images that sometimes flickered but was amazingly clear. It showed their counterparts, and their weakest moments. A black-haired girl snuggling up to a much taller figure, shivering slightly as the other gently stroked her back while murmuring something. Another blonde curled up around Norway's counterpart, who didn't show any emotion but was obviously very relaxed and caring; awkwardly patting her head and almost smiling. "See?"

    Blaze blinked, amused. "They love too easily- it's so funny!" She was definitely looking forward to this. She could see so clearly that their guards were down, allowing even the weakest through. Free, delicious food.

    "Settled down all nicely in their little lives." Skye's voice was thinly veiled mockery.


    "It will be enjoyable." Ivan agreed. "Good luck to them. You'll never get me out of your head.." He seemed to growl to the film-like screen showing both Blussia and Skyway in turn.

    Blaze responded to Skye. "Soon, it won't be so nice."


    Norway allowed the scene to play out a little while longer before it vanished in a puff of navy smoke, almost black with a chilling temperature. He let out a harsh sort of chuckle. "Never."

    ((SPOOKY AND AMAZING))


    "I'll make sure of that." Was all Skye rather arrogantly replied before leaving to infect and drain her new victim's sanity.


    Ivan watched as they left, narrowing cold amethyst eyes at Blaze. "Go and have your fun. Your counterpart is weak, as is mine."

    Norway shook his head and also vanished, along with the small creepy child.


    Blaze dipped her head politely, but was eager to finally feed. "Thank you."
    She vanished in a flurry of purple fire, appearing by Ivan- but with lighter color and a much more innocent, gentle aura (well- compared to his nightmare counterpart).

    Nightmare!Ivan's eyes glowed, smile growing as the shadows enveloped him, teleporting him directly behind a much less sinister Blaze.


    ((e CH when you want to write chars bUT YOUR HANDS ARE MADE OF JELLY))

    Blaze felt slightly uneasy but didn't know why. She pressed closer to Russia with a small shiver.


    Nightmare!Norway's eyes narrowed as he reappeared by the counterparts, whispering. "Boo."

    ((aaaa what to type))


    Russia blinked fondly at the nightmare version of Blaze, greeting with an "Uwaa! Now there is two of you!" So innocent. Is it even normal for humans/countries to see nightmares?


    Skye was unaware of the intrusion at first, sorting copics into (roughly) the right order. It was annoying to try and use them when you had to dig about to find the right ones. She dropped one with a jump. "Did I just hear something??" skype pls


    -


    Ivan's smile grew wider as he leaned over Blaze's shoulder, as if taking in her thoughts. "Privyet."

    Blaze glanced up, clearly alarmed at the sudden 'oh no everyone's talking I don't understand.' "I-Ivan, who're you talking to?" She paled slightly for no seeming reason, suddenly feeling dread and cold and just plain lousy. "...Did you just say hi?" He was confused and oddly nervous, hearing a dark and creepy voice (just in her head, right?) that was tainted with a thick, kind of sexy russian accent. It was familiar but wrong.


    ((My thing autocorrected to "Ivan, whore you talking to?"))


    The other, darker alter ego simply tilted her head, not showing her shock at being seen physically. She stared at him with unnervingly bright red pupils in eyes that were pitch black, the whites now dark and filled with a chilling hatred instead of her usual warmth. "Hello... Ivan." She spoke in a glitchy, quiet sound that was more of a clattering whisper than actual words. "Soon there will be one."


    Norway smirked and with invisible, navy magic blew the comics annoyingly out of order, ink seeping out as some become slashed, crimson letters spelling out "It's me." The words flickered, dripping actual blood that smelled like rust and iron and decay before the blood turned black and withered...


    Leaving no trace of anything.