BloodbathDAnightwing

(read description first please :D this story will have multiple ending so you pick who you end up with) You adjusted the strap on your favorite bathing suit and looked in the mirror. (h/c) hair swept up into a high pony, (e/c) eyes with waterproof mascara, and your favorite (color) swimsuit on. You were ready for the beach. Your friends had invited you out to the beach on their private island for the weekend and you had happily agreed. Why did they have a private beach you ask? Well because you were friends with the personifications of the countries. And being countries they could get practically anything they wanted, including an island.

  "Good morning, love."  "Good morning, Kirkland."  This was how your morning always went now – Arthur Kirkland, the popular British student of Gakuen Hetalia, would greet you every single morning with a, 'Good morning, love.' In return, you'd reply politely with, 'Good morning, Kirkland.' In fact, it was sort of like a tradition now or something.  You had always puzzled over as to why he did this – he was pretty popular, after all. Girls found him really attractive, and they often fangirled over his accent. You? You weren't as high up on the social rankings. You were just an average student, really, and a shy one at that.

"( name )."  ….. "(naaaaaaammmmeeeee)!!!" You were too busy to realize that your brother, Gilbert Beilschmidt, was trying to get your attention. You have been so preoccupied with the music you were playing on your violin,  so you didn’t realize he had called your name. “What do you want Gil? This is the second god damn time you interrupted me!” you snarl. You see Gilbert step into the dusty room you were in, the light from the  open window nearby reflecting off of his ruby red eyes. “Come on (name), you have been cramped in this room all day! Come outside with me so we  can fight!” It isn’t real

“I look at you and what I see is how much I hate you when you breathe.” Your lungs felt like they were about to burst. Your head was swelling, your heart throbbing, your breaths were coming out ragged and harsh. Despite the exhaustion and immense pain in your knee, you continued on running. The chilly October air caused your breath to come out in visible puffs, freezing the inside of your mouth each time you inhaled sharply. Your legs felt sore from sprinting for so long, but you ignored the pain. It was difficult to navigate through the thick woods—and the fact that it was dark and cold outside didn’t make things

"I don't understand," You murmured to your partner, sneaking through the foliage of the suspects yard, "Why would they pick such an open environment?" The person you are looking for was, apparently, situated in a likeable neighbourhood with no complaints what-so-ever. It was only since the yard had began piling up and no one was answering the door were the police called. Matching it with some evidence that was left on the door-step of the station, you two were sent here to investigate. The only regret you have right now is coming at night.     Arthur lightly kicked a can of some sorts away from him, not making any noise, "The perfect place