The Hope In The Dark

Fading Hope

Hi guys! Mild gore warning, sorry!
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America stared at the man who had opened the door. He had short sandy blonde hair, bright cerulean eyes, and freckles. He wore a pink shirt with a purple vest and a blue bowtie. "Who are you?" America asked. "I'm Oliver~" said Oliver with a small laugh and a smile that matched the intensity and brightness of his clothes. The nation's noticed he had purplish hues toward the center of his irises. "Why are you here~?" Oliver asked. "We're looking for England." said Matt. Oliver's smiled dropped at bit. "So you don't have time for my cupcakes?" he said, a crushed expression on his face. "Besides, Artie's no fun at all." "No cupcakes." said Matt disgustedly. "Just let us see England." "You never lighten up." said Oliver sadly. He stepped aside to let them in. The nation's started searching the house in groups. "Wait, dude." America said to Matt. "Is that England's 2p?" "Yes." said Matt. "So... is his cooking amazing then?" asked America. "Yes." "Then why no cupcakes?" Alfred whined. "Because he's a cannibal and likes to put poison in everything. He's the reason Al's a vegan." America stared wide eyed at Matt. "He's a... cannibal?" "Yes." said Matt with a tired sigh. "Enough with the questions." The group contained America, both Canada's, France, and Prussia. Suddenly Oliver appeared beside them. "Are you telling them about me~?" he giggled. "Yes, unfortunately." said Matt. They turned to a door. "Oh, I wouldn't go in the basement~" said Oliver. "Why not?" asked Prussia. Oliver's expression turned a little crazed. "Well unless you're okay with blood and skeletons~" he said. They all slowly backed away from the door. They walked down to another door and pushed it open. England was sitting in a chair, eyes closed. "Arthur?" said Alfred. Arthur opened his eyes and slowly looked up.

[Time skip brought to you by Oliver's cooking, because I was lazy and didn't want to write or know what to write]

The nation's all gathered outside. "So, let's recount this for those who weren't here for everything." said Germany. (Because he's one of the only ones to actually get stuff done aside from Finland and Japan) "Denmark is dead, Romano, Canada, and England have been found, Russia may or may not be dead, and Denmark's 2p is somewhere out there. We found Oliver-" a wary glance was cast in his direction, to which he beamed-" Matt, and, sorry, who are you?" said France. "Flavio." said the nation cheerfully. "Flavio." France summarized. "Wait, Denmark is dead?" said Canada. Lately he hadn't been ignored all that much. "Yes." said Japan grimly. While Japan explained the life force link to the nation's who hadn't been there the whole time, the rest listened silently. "And so, we don't know whether we can fix the link." Japan finished. Everyone was silent for a few minutes. "Vell, should ve go to zhe World Meeting Place then?" said Prussia. "Good idea." China responded.

[Time skip brought to you by Romano's slightly less crazy driving. And I mean slightly]

Everyone arrived at the World Summit, and walked through the doors, signing in as they went. They walked into the meeting room and stopped, shocked. "You have come for a meeting, da?" a heavily accented voice said. "Then let's start."

Denmark's POV haha
Where am I? I try to move my head, but it's a useless effort. What's the last thing I remember? A knife... am I dead? Shouldn't I have come back by now? Suddenly, I'm in a dark place. There's mist swirling around me, there doesn't seem to be anything else in here, just darkness. I can move my head and body now. Then I hear a voice. "Danmark? It's twelve, are you awake?" Then I hear a door creaking open. Then a sharp intake of breath. "It's alright, he'll revive." I heard someone mutter. "But who would kill him, and how?" "Well, there are many ways to kill a man." another voice came. "About reviving, I'm not so sure." "Who are you?" demanded the first voice. "I am Denmark." said the second voice. There was silence. "You are not Denmark." "I am the personification of Denmark. I am his 2p though." "Why would you kill him?" there was a short pause. "Reasons I cannot tell you. Are you waiting for him to reincarnate?" Again silence. "Have fun waiting." I lost track of time, but at some point, the door creaked open again, and floorboards squeaked as someone exited the room. What was probably an hour later I heard the door opening again, and another voice. "Denmark?"