#frukposting

When England was outside enjoying life as a peaock, France approaches England and spreads out his colourful feathers to dance for him in order to mate. (Bird Mpreg is possible in this AU)

England being the tsundere he is, pretends to be unimpressed like most female birds and walks away. France’s heart torn to pieces at that reaction.

As England was standing on a log, he suddenly felt a stab of guilt when he thought about France’s reaction. He hopped off the log in search of France to dance for him as an apology despite the embarrassment he might feel dancing for that cheeky frog.

His peacock heart shattered when he saw France mating with Spain right before his eyes.

Tears welled in the English bird’s beady eyes, and he ran away in heavy tears. It was too late for him to cry any longer when he got brutally killed and eaten by a bobcat. That bobcat was Russia.

A crow was flying around the forest when it witnessed France and Spain getting wild. That crow was Germany. The German crow got jealous of them, he wanted someone to mate with as well. Suddenly, Germany collapsed and fell to the ground when he was shot by a human. That human was Switzerland.

After a long day of hunting, Switzerland walked home. He came back to the forest to hunt the next morning when a murder of crows cawed all around the forest.

Deadly glares surrounded the Swiss man. Crows hold grudges, y’know? But Switzerland was too ignorant to realize that while going out hunting. When he was trying to walk out of the forest, the crows all charged at him and pecked him to death.

It’s been weeks since Switzerland came home, this worried his little sister Liechtenstein deeply. So she wandered around the forest to look for her big brother.

“Big brother? Big brother!” She cried out through the forest, but nobody answered. Her voice was just another noise in the forest. Alarmed, she ran all around the forest to look for Switzerland.

“Big brother! Where are you?!” She cried out again, but there was no sign of Switzerland. Tears formed in her eyes as she thought, “maybe he’s going home and doesn’t know I’m here,” “what if he’s dead…?”

She gasped at the thought, what if he is dead…? No, it can’t be. He can’t be dead. She has to keep looking…

After what felt like a millennia, she finally found Switzerland, but her heart dropped and she let out a dramatic gasp when she saw his lifeless body on the ground. She rushed over to it and dropped to her knees. Seeing the pecking wounds all over his body, tears ran down her cheeks. The sight of this felt like the whole world crumbled before her, and all she could do was sit there and cry.

“Who did this to him..?” She wondered before hearing an echoed roar of laughter surround her and the dead Swiss, but the laughs didn’t sound human at all.

Scared, she looked above to see a murder of crows perched on the trees surrounding her. Screechy laughs echoed throughout the forest, mocking her cries and called her names. This is the first and last time they’ve ever laughed in their short crow lives.

Liechtenstein balled her fist in anger and annoyance. She grabbed Switzerland’s gun from his limp hand and cocked the gun. She began to fire it recklessly all over the forest, slowly wiping out all the birds.

Her aim was amazing, but unfortunately her big brother wasn’t there to see it. That thought ran through her mind, and eventually drove her to insanity. She will never be able to see Switzerland again, the same man who adopted her when she was alone and soaked in rainwater in the alleyway.

She became an insane woman of the woods, now known as Erika of the Forest. She drove crows to extinction, and eats mice, frog, rabbits, insects, and roadkill to take the place of “evil crows”. Now she is no better than them.

Her once elegant red dress is now a rag, it was filthy and ripped up. Her once short, feminine, and delicate hair is now manila. It’s dishevelled and dead, like it hadn’t been washed in months. Her once graceful, timeless Mary Janes are fleeting—they were torn and covered with dirt and moss. Her once silk face and clear skin is now rough like denim and dirty. Not only is her sanity gone, her body is also slowly failing. She wasn’t built for these conditions, she won’t last very long here.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted something fall from a tall tree. She stood up from the muddy ground and picked it up, it was a notebook that was titled “Death Note”…

As her eyes gleamed with curiosity, she turned the notebook around, on the back was a set of rules:

1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen

4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

The Liechtensteiner’s eyes widened in surprise. “Just by writing someone’s name while thinking about them… they die?” She muttered to herself.

Lie the suddenly froze when she heard a raspy voice behind her…

“Exactly.”

Part 2 coming soon!😋