Hetastuck: Prologue==>Be Kiku HondaHetastuck: Prologue by awesomePsychopath
You are now the country of Japan. Another World Meeting has been announced, but you are uninterested of the concerns of the countries that are anything other than your allies.
Germany is giving a lecture about the use of coal, and America is constantly mentioning that it's easier to make use of gasoline or oil instead. This resulted in a scolding by England as he knew his recklessness would end in explosions and possibly destroy half of his country.
Greece was sleeping, so you wouldn't be able to start a conversation with him; Italy is going on about pasta to Romano who doesn't seem interested. Instead he's glaring daggers at Spain who was having an unsuccessful conversation about tomatoes with Prussia. Turkey was halfway across the room talking to a few other countries, the Baltics are mumbling quietly to each other under Russia and Belarus' supervision.
You weren't sure if France was staring at England or Canada, as they were sitting next to each other. You didn't wa
Homestuck- Untrustworthy Chapter 1The blurs of lab coats and sadistic smiles filled your vision, syringes and strange bottles full of unknown substances in their hands. You wish it could stop. All of it. The pain. The cold reverberating sounds of human technology that had pierced your skin, checking your pulse and blood pressure in such a way that made it seem like you were a patient with a vital disease.Homestuck- Untrustworthy Chapter 1 by awesomePsychopath
You would always be treated as a freak, whether you stayed in this hellhole, or if you went outside to observe others' societies and at least try to live a normal life. Your almost demon-like horns, pointed ears and fangs wouldn't allow you to do so. It was as if you were an otherworldly being. But you are sure that you were born and have always lived on the same planet as humans, and you always will.
You attempt to back away from them, huddling into yourself more than you thought possible. Currently being situated in the corner of the small, dimly lit room you were forced to live in, you hug your knees close to your
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