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|Hey, everyone! While Brynhildr13's recharging, I'll still be here! I'm venturing out of my Final Fantasy comfort zone and dappling in historical fanfiction- yup! You guessed it! Hetalia! This collection will be called Horrible Bosses, and this first fic is about one of France's horrible bosses, Louis XVI. France's will be a three-shot then I'll move on yo characters like Germany, Ancient Rome, Russia, America, I'll mostly stick to the G8 and a few others. Enjoy! Updates as inspiration strikes!|
Chapter 34 Warrior stared at the exact spot until he was sure the presence was completely gone.Chapter 34 by brynhildr13
"Did you sense that?" he asked Cosmos without turning his gaze. He felt her nod beside him.
"Yes. But whoever it was did not attack. I wonder why that is?"
Warrior frowned. Normally, no fiend of Chaos stepped within a mile radius of Sanctuary. "Not only did they come IN," Warrior finished aloud, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword, "but they neglected to attack. We were completely unprepared. It would have been a slaughter." Two people in particular were definitely not paying attention. "Lightning! Cecil! Rosa!" he called to them.
Light wandered over to stand in front of Warrior. Cecil and Rosa didn't hear him, too involved with each other. He cleared his throat. "Cecil! Rosa! I want you three to do a fifty foot perimet
Chapter 33 Despite the danger he would be putting himself in, despite Ultimecia's smugness should she find out, and despite every ounce of his pride screaming and pleading with him, he went anyway.Chapter 33 by brynhildr13
He went to see Rosa.
Just one more time, he told himself. Then he could be done with it. Done with her.
So he made the trip to Order's Sanctuary. But he hovered just out of reach, staying halfway between physically entering the place and teleporting away.
Ah! And he came at the right time, too. Cecil was trying to plead with her about something, but she was having none of it. He wanted to be closer to her, to see her face and hear her voice and feel her aura of energy and strength just once more. He silently edged closer and closer, circling around the arguing warriors until he could see her emerald eyes.
As soon as his eyes one-sidedly connected to hers, however, he felt a pang
Chapter 32***IMORTANT NOTICE***Chapter 32 by brynhildr13
I don't know if you readers noticed, but I decided to change the focus of part two. The main conflict is no longer going to be Rosa's memories. Instead, I'm making her fight with the Emperor the main problem of part 2. As a result, I kind of had to speed up Rosa's memory a little. That is this chapter. Enjoy!!
"Hush, Rosa! It's alright. You're alright, Rose." She hugged Cecil tighter and he did the same. "Tell me what happened."
"I- I don't know! Kain was upset when I asked him about my memory of our journey together-"
"You actually asked him about that?" Cecil said incredulously.
"Well of course! You wouldn't tell me! What else was I supposed to do?" A hot tear trickled down her face then conformed quickly to the track left by the ones before it. "He was cross. He was yelling
Chapter 31 When Ultimecia opened her eyes she was still braced for the pain from the Emperor's trap. But after a few seconds, none came. She chanced a glance around the room in front of her, and realized she was in the top floor of Pandaemonium. The Emperor's throne.Chapter 31 by brynhildr13
But no Emperor.
She tried to take a step forward, but a shock strong enough to bring down a Behemoth shot up her foot and through her whole body, fraying every nerve ending she had. If the shock wouldn't have scrambled her brain like a word search she would've surely screamed. Instead, she fell to a crouch, using a hand to steady herself on the floor. Breathing heavily, she regathered her wits, touching a clawed hand to her forehead. She shook her head slowly and looked around.
Then she noticed the trap.
She was standing in the center of an un-detonated Dreary Cell. The spikes kept her closed in, but only waist high.
Chapter 30 Ultimecia headed straight for the Rift after spotting the Emperor at her tower.Chapter 30 by brynhildr13
He did not look pleased.
There were two explanations: 1. He found out that they had been neglecting Cosmos' warriors for three whole cycles now, or 2. He found out about Rosa.
She hoped it was the latter. She had a point of blackmail that she could use to possibly divert some of his anger.
He went straight for her castle, probably after spotting Rosa, and immediately started destroying things, using his bombs to mutilate her tower, starting with the top level. He blasted holes all through the top ledge, then used Flares on the boards down the middle ramp, throwing bits of charred wood and shrapnel everywhere.
"Ultimecia," he called, "there's something I would like to discuss with you!"
She ended up hiding in the shadows of one of the far lower levels, but
Chapter 29 It was quiet. Too quiet. And it had been so for several cycles now. His team had been nothing but a waste of time. They only managed a few warriors on Chaos' side for each of the few short cycles that went by, and it was usually people they were holding a grudge against, or just didn't like. The same people over and over: Golbez, Kuja, occasionally Jecht. . . He didn't even know what was happening on Cosmos' front.Chapter 29 by brynhildr13
This was not at all how the Emperor expected this to go. He expected them to make a plan or system to work efficiently through the warriors. But then he remembered who he was talking about. Two out of the three weren't smart enough to know an assassination from mass murder. Ultimecia was the only one with enough of a brain to get anything done, but even she was holding out for some reason.
He sighed irritably, picking up the jewe
Chapter 28 Kain angrily stabbed his lance into the water of Sanctuary, and a little spray of water left droplets on his armor. But it went ignored.Chapter 28 by brynhildr13
"Hmph! How appropriate that even with her memory close to gone she would prefer Cecil's company. Perfect Cecil. Comforting, loving Cecil. Cecil the Paladin, Cecil the savior of worlds. Cecil, Cecil, Cecil." Kain crossed his arms and let the wave of bitterness he'd been holding in wash over him. "Oh, and his beautiful wife, Rosa. The most beautiful woman in Baron. And then there's that Kain. Kain who? Kain Highwind, the traitor. The double-crosser. Let's not forget that Kain betrayed his allies, not once, but twice!"
He knew he was acting like a jealous child, but he couldn't stop the anger from building up. This awkward universe was th
Chapter 27****It is I, 25MELISSA25!! BACK FROM THE DEAD and the RECESSES of the HETALIA FANDOM to POST THE NEXT PART OF MY FANFIC!! PART TWO WILL COMMENCE IN T-A PARAGRAPH!!!!!!Chapter 27 by brynhildr13
BUT FIRSTTTTT!!!!!!! Just a little bit of stuff before hand to catch you up! It's been a few weeks, and a few cycles since the end of Chapter 26! The Chaos warriors have been silent lately and haven't really been carrying out the Emperor's plans, much to the Emperor's chagrin, but because of that, Rosa hasn't had any encounters with the cycle yet and is still in the dark about it. However, she's been there a while, so she's regained a good bit of her memory. EVERYBODY GOOD?? THEN HERE WE GO!!
"Rosa, we need a scout to find a moogle and round up some supplies for the general stock," Warrior told her. "Would you be willing to go?"
She nodded, and started strapping her quiver and staff behind her back.
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Another new cycle. And the last hadn't ended in Cosmos' favor. Hardly any of them did anymore. Not that Cecil knew just how many cycles he'd been through. He just knew he'd survived there long enough to see several cycles, and reclaim most of what he'd lost; the pieced memories slowly connected into the almost complete puzzle of his recollection.
He stood with the Warrior of Light in the Lunar Subterraine. Remaining there sometimes pulled a last memory or two out of hiding, and Warrior was always nice enough to extend their patrol, giving him some extra time there. But nothing came to light this time.
Just as he moved to go, the whole place seemed to brighten. The air thickened and shimmered with the coming of the wretched Shinryu, marking the beginning of a new war. Neither spoke as they watched the glittering scene. The sky emitted one last bright flash of gold as the Dragon returne
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Warrior looked sharply to Cecil. Rosa was his wife from Baron! He barely stopped talking about her.
Yet there she was before the two of them, her beautiful features so stunningly eye-catching Warrior nearly abandoned decency and stared. He pulled his gaze from the woman and looked back to Cecil.
For a second he looked absolutely destroyed. Then, relief colored his flushed face.
"Rosa!" The word escaped his lips. "Rosa! I'm so glad to see you!" He stepped towards her.
She stepped back.
"Yes, I am Rosa," she said, caution creeping into her tone. "But who are you? How do you know me?"
His smile faltered. He stepped towards her again. "Rosa . . . "
Again, she took a step back, her hand creeping towards the hilt of her knife.
The smile vanished completely, rep
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The Curse of the Were-Rabbit Balthier stared down the barrel of his gun at Fran. But she wasn't Fran anymore. Her eyes were no longer the soft auburn. They'd turned blood red; her snout and fangs dripped with the others' blood; her patches of fur were stained with her wound. The room was a mess from her rage, and Balthier was the last one standing.
He pulled the safety and her head snapped up, her teeth ripping from Basch's stomach. Balthier winced as she stared at him, and he steadied his trembling hand, willing himself to see the beast in the features and not Fran.
"My dear," he said. She turned to face him fully, a snarl escaping her lips. "You'll just have to forgive me for this."
She charged, and he pulled the trigger.
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Earlier that week . . .
Balthier left the cockpit of the Strahl and went back ot his quarters, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Everybody else was already asleep
All the Wrong ReasonsThis was a commission asked of me by :iconx89FlamingHearts:. This is not only my first commission, but it is also my first attempt at a reader insert, and my first attempt at a darker themed story. You're a strong-willed kid with geostigma, fighting your disease every day but determined to not let it get the best of you. You were recruited by Kadaj and were brought to the Forgotten City, but you have a few reservations about joining Kadaj. Will you bend? I'm a little nervous about it, but I hope this caters to what you want, Emily! Lemme know what you all think!!
"That's why," Kadaj yells, "it's wracking our bodies with pain, and filling our hearts with doubt!" You look up sharply, raising your eyes for the first time since you were brought here to the Forgotten City.
It's apparent you're the worst case there. There're kids who just have maybe a spot of the stigma on their arms, or a trail along th
Sleeping Easier A small one-shot featuring the thoughts of Ezio Auditore a few years after his family's death. ENJOY!!
I see them there, up on the gallows. Il meo Padre stands tall; dignified, undaunted, steeled even in the face of despair and terrible circumstance. Federico glares accusingly at the crowd against their slings and jeers and insults like he could retaliate with his gaze, the fire of vengeance burning passionately in his eyes; also standing tall. It's Petruccio that gets to me. It's always Petruccio. No pretense of bravery, hunched over, his pale face even paler when faced with the realization of what is to happen. Pidgeon-toed, whole body sweating, knees trembling. Poor, sickly Petruccio, about to die for no reason. My own knees feel weak and then I see who's announcing their execution. I choke down my horrified cry and break for the stage, but my legs feel heavy. I'm trying to ru
Respect, I Suppose.This is just a little one-shot starring the thoughts of the horribly sarcastic and British Haytham Kenway.
How did it come to this?
No, wait, I know how. That stupid boy just couldn't wait. Don't they teach patience to those Assassins? I suppose not.
I look back over my shoulder and he's still got his ax locked with a rapier, and they're struggling for the upper hand. I rip my own sword from the guard I just struck down and slide the hidden blade from my sleeve. I take a running start and leap from the ground, planting my feet firmly on the British man's shoulders. My weight carries the two of us to the ground, and we clip Connor's shoulders as I drive the blade into his throat. A good, clean kill.
Connor recovers and glares at me. I straighten up and retract the blade. "Oh! Terribly sorry!" I say sarcastically.
Horrible Bosses: Louis XVI of FranceHello, everyone! 25Melissa25 here! This is my first Hetalia fanfic as well as the first part of a collection I'm calling Horrible Bosses. It will be about each country as they deal with terrible rulers they've had at any point in history. This first one is about France, and his first interaction with Louis XVI, who ended up being King during the French Revolution in 1789. This fic takes place before all that in 1774, when Louis ascended the throne. I tried to make this as historically accurate as possible. Tried. So don't kill me if I made a mistake. I'll put history notes at the bottom for anyone that needs it. So, here it is! Part 1 of 3 for France as he meets his horrible boss, Louis XVI.
Some translations for those of you who don't know a lot of French:
le Roi- the King
le nouveau Roi- the new king
Excusez-moi- excuse me
La petite France- the little France
Son Majesté- his majesty
ton Majesté- your majesty
La belle d'autriche- the beauty of austria
Detestait-hated; it's l
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