Hey, this is Rainy here! I was in a begrudging mood after reading a very religiously insulting 'fanfiction', so here is my story-rant on it! From several character's point of view. If you know Blaze, Kris, Italia, or anyone on When Worlds Collide RP forum, then yuppers - it's using their and my own characters!
Beware of a bit of cursing, personified countries going haywire, religious insults, OCs, and death scenes. Oh, and don't forget implied romance! USUK, Spamano, etc! And maybe OC love /winkwinknudgenudge/
Jeremy couldn't breathe.
Everything was pitch-black, including the dried blood he felt on his hands. They were sore and aching, tied behind his back, with the rope digging into his flesh. He wanted to cry out, scream for help, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Perhaps it would attract their attention, and get his brother and him into even more trouble. Jeremy swallowed anxiously, a new wave of guilt washing over him. If he hadn't had cried out, if he hadn't had agreed to the stupid trip in the first place, if he had just stayed home…
But, of course, nothing would get done with him moaning to himself. He was London, for God's sake! He had to do something, anything that could help his fellow nations; especially his fellow capitals. They were all in the same situation now; no grudges could hold back the feeling of anguish and hope that he felt now. With contrasting feelings in his gut, Jeremy rolled around uselessly, knowing that no matter what he did, and no matter how many survival guides and near-death experiences he had, he wouldn't be able to get out of a simple knot.
Wasn't he pathetic?
"Once upon a time, very far away," Jeremy sang quietly to himself, his eyes wandering to another huddled and tied figure in front of him, "Our distance apart was also very far away.
"Swords and magic," he continued softly, "a rose clock, lost the day after tomorrow. Counterclockwise, an iron handle and a steel blade that sparkles. The overflowing essence of water and fire that is ironically the name of a weapon arrives; that is a united fate."
He kept on singing, the song a gentle lullaby he had learned long ago fresh in his memory. Was it from a Japanese immigrant? He didn't remember. He didn't care, either. Swords and magic. A rose clock. The swords of the Hundreds' Year War, the magic of gunpowder and ships, the rose clock of the French; he'd seen it all, right in front of his eyes. The rose clock was once his, a gift that didn't belong in his home. The French were the beautiful clock's original owners; he had felt no right to keep it. That was when he had returned it back to them, and ended up watching it ticking high above the bodies, as if mocking all the death around him.
I don't want that to happen again. I don't want everyone precious to me to just…disappear.
It was a selfish thought, but as desperate as it was, something that he desired to achieve. So many people had lost their lives in his lifetime as a capital. He had tried to fight along with his brother in the American Revolution, but Jeremy had suffered a bullet wound almost immediately as he started the battle.
He had also stood by and watched aimlessly at the Boston Massacre. The colonists, egging the "redcoats" on had disgusted him, and then how his own soldiers and kinsmen had fired so spitefully into a crowd of people had shocked him. He hadn't even lifted a hand in resistance, but just shook in fear as he watched hell break loose in a place he had so enjoyed living in.
It was so funny how his current situation made him reminiscence about the past. Looking up, Jeremy blinked tears out of his emerald eyes, his longer, scruffy blonde hair falling into his face. The figure that was just in front of him breathed deeply and evenly, obviously lost in sleep. If he could just drift off into the desired sleep, and walk in a world where his love was, all the pain he had felt until now would be well worth it.
But that's impossible, isn't it?
Yeah. So that's the Prologue! Therefore you should review this, because the great Prussia commands it! Of course it doesn't make sense yet. That's because you don't really know the characters' backgrounds yet, aye?
Review for goodness, flames will be ignored, and of course pairings you'd like to see! If you have one of your character featured in here, go ahead and ask for OC pairings. Also, if you want your OC to be in a religious tolerance adventure, just send a PM or review.
Signing out, Rainy!