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spaceflower07 · 11 months

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a moment in their lovestory! honestly i dont have a too solid story for them yet😭 like,,, there's so many options. BUT SO FAR:

Ivan's the prince. He led an extremely hard life (he started out as a middle child with two parents, but now is an only child with just a father💀) Alfred is a peasant, not even a middle class peasant he's one of those who live in the slums. He led a similar life to Ivan until their village was raided. The children were scattered, so a now-orphan Alfred had to raise Matthew AND support them. Afred turned to a life of assassination to make money along with doing several odd jobs (which is why he's so insanely strong, even tho he doesnt rlly look it) One day Al is hired to assassinate the prince, but Ivan spotted him and they got into a huge brawl, which ended in Alfred setting off a smoke bomb and running away. He had actually landed a hit on Ivan, which surprised the prince so no one had been able to do that for years. Ivan, not knowing how to be a normal human being, became really interested in this person who tried to kill him. So far, his life has been really boring. It was just studying and training over and over since the day he was born. Alfred had shaken up his life so he became interested, but not in the romantic way, he was just amused by him. Alfred, on the other hand, hated him. During the fight Ivan had taunted him sadistically, and that made Alfred furious. He had only run away bc he was called back to headquarters. Ivan thought about Alfred for a while when, out of nowhere, the boy was placed in the palace.

Apparently, Alfred had a new mission, which was to assassinate the King instead because they got info that the King was planning to invade Hearts. Back then, Spades was one of the weakest Kingdoms, so they would definitely get crushed by Hearts and it would cause a lot of casualties along with a very unnecessary war. So Alfred had to work in the palace as Ivan's 'bodyguard' which Ivan enjoyed tremendously because now he got to annoy him even more and as a plus, get to be his boss. Alfred extremely hated this, and wanted to get the mission done with asap so he could get away from Ivan. But the more they spent time together, they started to hate each other less and less to the point that Ivan fell in love with him. After finding out that Alfred still worked jobs outside the palace for Matthew's tuition (which is the picture above) Ivan offered to pay for it instead. Alfred tried to refuse but Ivan didn't budge. Alfred was in love with him too but was in absolute denial. Plus, he couldn't afford to have feelings for him, bc once he killed the King Alfred would stop working at the palace and be taken back to Krasny. Keeping this in mind, Alfred had to reject Ivan when he confessed. He couldn't explain that he was an assassin since it was supposed to be secret, so he said, "I just can't."

Alfred's boss keeps tabs on him, so when he found out that the prince had confessed to Alfred he told him to distance himself from Ivan because it was starting to become a distraction, and to start focusing on his mission because the deadline was a few weeks away (thats when the King is planning to invade). The King never makes any sort of appearance, and is holed up in his chamber 24/7, the only time he'll come out is when he announces his plan to the Kingdom. Alfred had considered sneaking into his chamber and killing him there, but the security was extremely tight and it would be completely impossible for Alfred to sneak inside. Ivan had also been working to stop his father, as he had found the documents about his plan. Alfred's goal is to kill him, while Ivan's goal is just to stop him. So while Alfred is sneaking around trying to find any weak spots in their security, Ivan is sneaking around gathering information about the plan. Alfred's sneaking around had not gone unnoticed by the ever-observant Yao, who confronted him about it. Not in a I'm-going-to-kick-you-out way but in the curious way bc Yao also hates the King. When Alfred gave up and told him his real purpose for being here, Yao started helping him gather information and had supplied the most important one of all; the King had been building a bomb that was enough to wipe out at least half of the Hearts Island. Ivan had seen the documents already so he knew about the bomb as well, he had tried to stop the making of it but to get inside the room requires his father's physical identification.

The three of them were anxious and lost on how to go about doing this. The only way to stop the making of the bomb at this point is to kill the King, but by the time the King comes out of his chamber, the bomb and the war is ready to go. The deadline was ticking closer, and the pain of the confession was still eating up Alfred and Ivan which made them feel even worse. Then Yao told them that he overheard the guards saying the King is leaving his quarters to go somewhere 'private'. The two went to follow the King, who was wearing a hood. They followed him all the way to the middle of a forest. Right before he was going to enter a cave, both Alfred and Ivan jumped at him, ready to kill, shocking each other and causing them to collide into the King. They pointed at each other accusingly but they were speechless and unable to say anything, then Alfred noticed that the King was crawling away so he abandoned the 'conversation' and grabbed him, but in doing so, the hood came off and revealed a completely different person, definitely not Ivan's father. The two of them were shocked, and Alfred shook him violently "Who are you!?" Apparently he was a guard that was ordered to just wander off as far as possible. The two of them were confused, then Ivan's phone rang. Yao was hysterical, he told them to come back because it was a fake-out and that wasn't the real King, then he gets cut off with a muffling sound, a crash sound, a static noise, then the call stops completely.

The two of them look at each other then bolt back into the forest; while they were running Alfred explained that he was an assassin and that's why he was after the King. Before Ivan could say anything, Alfred spoke first, "But nevermind that, there are more important things right now." so Ivan just stayed quiet. They get back to the palace, and Ivan's gut tells him to go somewhere specific, so he leads them to the bomb room, which was suspiciously open. They rushed inside, ending up in a control room. The King was standing at the window, where there was a massive bomb. Next to him, Yao looked like he could barely stay conscious and his wrists were bound.

The King reveals that he knew all along what the two of them were up to, and that he was tired of them meddling in his plan. Because of their high-alert sneaking around, the King couldn't properly execute his plan so he had to lure them away, which didn't work either because Yao is "such a blabbermouth" but he told them it didn't matter anymore, because while they were gone he had finally completed the bomb and was going to eject it now. Alfred asked what about the announcement, and the King said he was never going to announce anything, it was another fake-out so that whoever is planning to stop him will wait until his 'announcement' but by then they would be too late, which would've worked (again) if it weren't for Yao. Ivan asked why he was doing all this, why he was suddenly wanting to invade Hearts. The King said that the Kingdom was bankrupt because he had been pocketing so much money and that money was gone now too, so he was going to invade Hearts to raid them. Ivan was baffled at how stupid his plan sounded and said that would never work because even if they got their hands on their money/resources they would hardly be able to use it before Hearts destroys them. The King told him to shut up, at this point he had a crazy expression. He said he was going to do this and there was nothing they could do to stop him then he pressed a button, which activated the timer for five minutes.

While he had been monologuing, the drug he used on Yao was wearing off, so he was now lucid. After piecing together what was happening, Yao stepped on the king's foot, causing him to yelp and let go of Yao. Yao, despite his size, was very strong, so he managed to hold down the King and gag him. He then yelled at the two to go find a way to deactivate the bomb before the timer went off. The two of them rushed out of the control room, they circled the bomb, trying to find its panel, but they took too long and the timer went off. Panicking, the two of them held onto the bomb as it flew away. While onboard the bomb, Alfred discovers a panel that changes the course of the bomb. He quickly works to alter the course, and while Ivan watches he suddenly asks that if Alfred is an assassin sent to kill his father, then was getting close to Ivan all part of his plan? Alfred is shocked and says no, and that it wasnt part of his plan at all. Alfred admits that he didn't want to reject Ivan, but he had to bc if he said yes it would just hurt the both of them more, because whether or not the assassination succeeds, they would still end up not seeing each other again. Ivan is surprised and asks (for clarification) why he didn't want to reject him. Alfred says its because he's in love with him, and that in these past few months he's never been happier. Ivan says 'Then, if we get out of this alive, would you go out with me?' Alfred says, "Are you kidding me? Of course! But first, we should make sure we do get out of this alive."

Alfred finishes successfully changing the course, making it head towards a volcano. He said they have to jump now unless they wanted to explode alongside the bomb. They jumped down into the ocean and watched as the bomb dropped into a volcano and exploded. Yao, who had put trackers on them before they went to follow the fake King, tracked them down in a helicopter and picked them up. Once they got back they are told that the King will be held in a mental asylum and that the Jack, General Winter (the person who had actually raised Ivan), would rule the Kingdom as a regent until they were of age. Currently, the two of them are 15 (Alfred) and 16 (Ivan). They spend the next three years getting closer and training together to be the new King and Queen.

#pov ur too scared to render so you do black and white #cardverse #hws america #hws russia #rusame #hetalia #canva has like no proper speech bubble #i was trying to find those spiky ones #but they dont have em so i have to settle for this atrocious one #yao is the mvp fr #where would they be without him #IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT THIS IS ALREADY THE EXTREMELY SUMMED UP VERSION #if i shortened it any more id leave out details

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razzle-zazzle · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 08: i've got soul, but i'm not a soldier

Outnumbered

2083 Words; Dion Sees Ghosts AU

TW for gore, dead bodies, discussions of death, implied death of a child

AO3 ver

Maybe Dion shouldn’t have wandered out this far.

He never intended to get very far out—he just needed some space for a couple hours. A quick walk out into the woods—that was all.

An hour ago, Dion had had the thought that maybe if he wandered far enough, he could find the Green Needle Gulch. It was just a small thought, a silly little notion of visiting his Nona that would probably never bear fruit—he’d heard Raz talking about how the forest had weird fo—psychic stuff in it to keep the Gulch hidden. Dion wasn’t going to wander deep enough to get lost, let alone find the Gulch.

Well, he had certainly planned on not getting lost. He’d barely gone into the trees at all! How was he unable to retrace his steps?

And yet, despite all of his plans to keep the treeline in view, he was utterly, completely, lost. The treeline was nowhere in sight—just more trees everywhere he looked.

“Ugh, screw this.” Dion muttered, grabbing onto the nearest tree. He hauled himself up, the bark rough under his palms, until he could see the sky again. A quick look and—there! Dion could see the rock face with the waterrise. It wasn’t as far as he’d feared.

He climbed back down, and headed off in the rough direction of home. “I’ll be back by sundown.”

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Dion was not back by sundown.

He wasn’t back home at all, actually. He’d walked for what felt like forever, realized he’d been passing the same rock over and over again, and climbed another tree. The waterrise was even further away, now, the sky already starting to pinken a bit towards the horizon.

Dion leaned against the tree once he was back on ground level, breathing in deep. How had he gotten turned around? He’d had to walk around some trees, yes, but he hadn’t veered that far off-course, had he?

It made no sense. He had a perfectly fine sense of direction every other time he’d gotten lost, been perfectly able to make it home once he got up high and figured out where he was—

“Oh.” Dion blinked. “Oh, of course.” He put his face in his hands with a groan. “Of fucking course. Psychic bullshit strikes again!” Apparently Raz was right about the forest being set up to get people lost.

Well, shit. How was Dion supposed to find his way home, now? He never should have wandered out this way at all.

“Whatever.” He grumbled. “I’ll just keep climbing trees.” Yeah, that’d work. He’d just climb every tree he ran into, because that totally wouldn’t exhaust him at all—

Still. Dion picked a direction that he felt was roughly where he needed to go, and started walking. After enough time, he went to the nearest tree to check where he was.

The waterrise wasn’t any further away—but it wasn’t any closer, either. Dion muttered choice words under his breath as he climbed back down. The sky was starting to get very very orange on one end, and very very dark on the other. He needed to get home.

Grumbling, Dion turned away from the tree. Maybe he should head away from where he remembered the waterrise being? That might work. Dion turned around—

And found himself face to face with a ghost.

“Um.” Dion took a step back. The more coherent a ghost was, the more control they had over their appearance. There was no way this ghost was very coherent, if the bloody, smashed-in face was any indication. Her dress hung loosely around her torso, ill-fitting.

Another ghost floated over next to the first one. Dion took another step back.

“I’m lost.” The first ghost said, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I’ve been running for days and I can’t find my way out, I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost—”

The second ghost moaned. “I can’t get out.”

More ghosts started showing up. Dion backed up until his back hit a tree. They all spoke, several voices intermingling. Fear and despair leached off of them all in waves.

“Dead bodies—”

“Lost—”

“Hungry—”

“Can’t get out—”

“Going in circles—”

What was it Frazie had told him, when he set out after lunch? Something about not coming to save him if he got abducted by ghosts.

“I hate it when she’s right.” Dion muttered. Oh, he just knew Frazie would laugh if she could see him now, pushing against the tree as if to phase through it, seven different ghosts all hovering around and hemming him in without really acknowledging him at all.

Carefully, Dion stepped forward. The ghosts appeared to all be milling about a general area, so maybe he could just scoot on by—

The second ghost grabbed his wrist with a plaintive wail. “I can’t get out. I can’t I can’t I can’t get out—” Their grip was crushing. Dion tried to pry their hand off, wincing in pain as they only squeezed harder—

A sharp yank. The world tilted. Dion tumbled forwards, instinctively curling his arms around his head to try and roll with the impact. Undergrowth scratched at his arms and face—

He hit the bottom of the ditch injured-wrist-first, agitating it further. He could hear all the ghosts wailing still.

Dion groaned. The mud was cold against his face, cold through his clothes.

Okay, so he definitely shouldn’t have wandered out this far.

He pushed himself up, only to stop short—his hand was in something soft, something that gave under it with a wet sort of crunch.

Something that looked an awful lot like a dead body. Ewwww.

Dion pulled his hand back like he’d burned it and flailed. “Ew ew ew ew ew—” He did not want dead body bits on his hand, ew, disgusting, he could still feel wet gross on them ew ew ew—

He stumbled back, only for a stick to snap under his heel. No, not a stick—a bone.

Now that Dion was looking, he could see multiple bodies in the ditch. The one he’d ended up sticking his hand into was probably the most recent—it wasn’t like Dion was an expert on dead bodies. Dead people, sure, but most of the dead people he saw didn’t have their bodies attached.

“This is bad.” Dion’s voice came out as a whisper, “This is really, really bad.” And gross. He didn’t want to think about the kind of filth found on rotting bodies—filth that was now on his left hand.

If he’d gotten lost because of the weird psychic signals, and if those weird psychic signals had lead him here—

This was bad. Some of the ghosts looked withered, like they’d dehydrated to death. The first ghost looked like she’d cracked her head falling into the ditch. One ghost even looked starved, ghostly clothes hanging loosely off their ghostly frame.

“Dead bodies—”

“Lost—”

“Hungry—”

“Can’t get out—”

"Lost—"

“Going in circles—”

There were seven ghosts, all lingering and lost. Dion could only make out six bodies.

Was this supposed to happen? Were people who wandered too close to the Gulch supposed to end up here and die?

Dion shook his head. “There’d be way more ghosts if this was happening for more than a decade.” He reasoned. He didn’t know exactly when Nona’s Old People Club had first gotten together, but he knew it was at least a while before the Deluge. Surely, surely it hadn’t been set up to kill whoever got too close—Dion hoped it wasn’t.

That awful revelation aside, he still needed to get out of here. The sides of the ditch weren’t too steep—it was the depth that made it dangerous, probably. He grabbed at the dirt, digging his fingers in for purchase—

“Ow ow ow—” Dion hissed, cradling his right wrist against his chest. Oh, fuck, that hurt. Was it sprained? It was definitely bruising, where it had been grabbed.

Right. Carefully, leading with his other hand, Dion started his climb. The dirt was soft, his boots sliding every few steps, but there were plenty of rooted plants in the soil, perfect for grabbing onto.

He hoped none of them were poison ivy. This whole adventure already sucked enough.

He made it halfway up when cold hands wrapped around his shoulders, his arms, his legs. Cold nails dug in and pulled.

“Wh—hey!” Dion slid back down to the bottom. “What was that for?!”

The ghosts didn’t answer him. They just grabbed him and pulled him back down when he tried to climb out again.

And again.

Dion could only half see, now, the sunlight entirely gone down here under the trees. In this lighting, his wrist looked normal, the bruises and the unblemished skin the same. In this lighting, the ghosts all glowed softly, like the world’s most fucked up fireflies.

The world’s most fucked up fireflies who kept dragging him back down.

Dion groaned. “I get it!” He yelled out, not caring if the ghosts could hear him or not. “You all got lost and died here!” He clambered up the side of the ditch again, digging his fingers into soft earth. “That doesn’t mean I want to be STUCK HERE with ALL OF YOU!” The cold receded.

He made it up to the edge of the ditch unimpeded, hauling himself up onto the dirt. His wrist twinged in pain.

The first ghost appeared in front of him again. “I’m lost,” She whispered, “I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost and there’s nobody to help me—”

Dion grabbed her by the shoulder. “Hey. Hey.” He didn’t even know if she’d understand him, lost in her fear and grief. “I get it. You’re lost and you’re scared. But you gotta calm down, dammit.” She didn’t look older than him. Maybe a little older than Pooter.

…Dion felt bad for shouting.

She sniffled, her wail cutting off. For a moment, her face shifted, and Dion could see what she must have looked like in life. “I’m scared,” She whispered. “I ran away and I don’t know where I am.”

Dion’s chest tightened. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, for lack of anything better to say. “I’m lost, too.” He admitted.

Cold hands wrapped around his own, almost soothing against his right wrist. “It’s scary.” A ghost’s eyes never changed, always washed out and empty—but Dion could feel the fear leaching out of her hands, the despair-hurt-fear-hurt that made up her being.

He couldn’t save her. (He had never known her.)

“Yeah,” Dion agreed, leaning forward. “It’s scary.” He didn’t want to die here, alone with the bodies and the ghosts.

He couldn’t save her. (She wasn’t his responsibility.)

But he could still do something.

“If—” He started, “If I find my way out of here… I’ll tell someone.” Dion promised. “I’ll tell someone that you’re here.”

“You’ll get help?” There was a tinge of hope to her voice. Dion found his gaze stuck on the ground.

“Yeah,” He said. “I’ll get help.”

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A chorus of mews was the first sound to greet Dion when he re-entered the campgrounds, the morning sun peeking over the tops of the trees. Persephone’s tail was straight up in the air as she bounded over to him, meowing loud enough to wake the dead.

“She was crying for you all night.” Frazie walked up behind Persephone. “We had to lock her in the caravan, and she wouldn’t. Shut. Up.”

Dion snorted, still cradling his wrist. He turned to Persephone, who was busy rubbing up against his legs and meowing her displeasure at his extended absence. “Aww, you missed me? You missed me so much you kept everyone up?” He cooed, “It’s okay, sweetie, I’m back now, don’t worry, I’m back, I’m back.” He reached out to pet her with his non-injured hand, only for her to sniff it once before pulling back and batting at it.

Right. That was the hand that’d been in a dead body. No wonder Persephone didn’t want it on her.

“So what happened to you?” Frazie asked, standing a distance away. Dion really needed to clean himself off.

“Guess.” He muttered, walking around her. He’d go find Raz and get the answers he needed when he was clean—his wrist throbbed—and when he’d taken care of his undoubtedly sprained wrist. Persephone remained wrapped around and between his legs as he walked, tail straight up in the air.

Dion glanced back at the woods. The girl stood there at the treeline, staring with blank eyes.

When he blinked, she was gone.

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