Deceit etc.

[Mousy]

Yus. I got permission to post out the non-musical script for the Hetalia thing, but I decided I wanted to one-up on that. But then I decided I didn't. I'm de-musicalizing it, but I'll post the cast list first. And yes. This is all from memory. I know EVERYONE'S lines. *Sigh.*

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CAST: ACT ONE;;

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ITALY VENECIANO (FELICIANO);;

Small young man with amber-brown eyes and a strange curl in his hair (which is probably what started this whole thing). 17 in human age.

GERMANY (LUDWIG);;

Tall, blonde man. Constantly either on the run from or being beaten up by Italy. 20 in human age.

PRUSSIA (GILBERT);;

Small, thin-set albino man. 21 in human age.

AUSTRIA (RODERICH);;

Small man with dark hair and a wild curl on one side and violet eyes. Italy's servant, and a good pianist. 24 in human age.

RUSSIA (IVAN);;

Tall, seemingly-innocent man with scruffy, white-blonde hair and violet eyes. Hates Prussia. 21 in human age.

ITALY ROMANO (LOVINO);;

Small, insecure man with dark hair and eyes. Other Italy's brother; wildly opposed to Germany but somehow unable to support his brother. 18 in human age.

SPAIN (ANTONIO);;

Possibly the only stable character in this whole sordid affair. 24 in human age.

HUNGARY (ERZVETA);;

TWO NARRATORS;;

They can be representatives of any country, and are usually shadowed, so human age is unclear.

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[Mousy]

PROLOGUE;;

Scene opens. The lighting is poor, but SPAIN can be seen to be crouched beside the dead bodies of ROMANO, AUSTRIA, GERMANY and RUSSIA. As soon as the lights come up a bit, he looks out towards the audience, where PRUSSIA is standing.

SPAIN (near-silent):

Oh. I see you are here, then. And... (chokes) and I imagine that you will want... to know what is going on here... Well, listen to me: NEVER let your best friend out of your sight. Not even for a second. Because you never know what they're capable of. That's all I have to say. I... I'm sorry for my weakness, but I... (Breaks down crying.)

PRUSSIA runs on to the stage. He picks SPAIN up, and quietly guides him off the stage, cursing under his breath. After Spain has gone, he goes over and stares down at the bodies, silent as night.

PRUSSIA (cold):

I never thought such a sweet little kid could ever cause this much trouble... although his older brther was nice too. At least he didn't murder all of these people. If only I'd told him... (He crouches beside Germany, and gently uncurls his hand, removing a small picture from it. It's bloodstained, so he wipes it with the pad of a thumb.) But the aristocrat said that he was never to find out. So he never did. (Chuckles, looking at Austria's face, which is frozen in an expression of shock. His expression becomes severe.) Aw man... Not awesome. Not. Effing. Awesome. (He crouches down beside Austria, and removes something from around his neck. It's a ring, on a red ribbon.) They never divorced... No... no, they divorced... (He looks down at the ring.) God, how to tell Hungary... Ugh... Mein Gott! West, if you were here you'd tell me what to do! (Looks down at Austria.) God, I hate you so much! My little brother wouldn't be dead if you'd just let me tell them! But it's too late now, isn't it?! (Glares down at Austria.) But no. You HAD to tell me that the truth would kill him. But the lies killed them both!! How do you feel now, bloody-minded aristocrat?! (He leaves. The lights go down.)

[AUTHOUR'S NOTE;; And that's just the first scene. If you didn't like all of the violence, etc., I would advise you to stop reading. NOW.

Still here?

Good.

Oh, and there are long speeches written all of the way through, just so you know. Thank you, this has been a puplic service announcement on the behalf of the weak of stomach.]

[Yoko]

Undertaking a massive script project as well, eh Mousy? Good luck. And I love the "V" for "W" thing.

[Mousy]

ACT ONE SCENE ONE;;

Scene opens. GERMANY is tied to a chair, leaned over and bleeding badly. He’s obviously still alive, but he only appears to be clinging slightly to life. As the lights pan slowly around the stage, which has a lot of blood-covered weapons (and a baseball bat) scattered around it, ITALY enters. AUSTRIA is trotting meekly after him. Both are covered with blood, which is presumably GERMANY’S. AUSTRIA stands behind the chair, and ITALY stands in front of GERMANY.

ITALY (cheerful):

Ve~! I am less hungry now. And you Austria?

AUSTRIA (meek)

J-ja, Italy...

ITALY:

(His eyes slide downwards towards GERMANY. The latter either doesn’t know he’s there, or isn’t bothered. Or maybe both.) But then there is you, ve… (Now giggling as he speaks. Ironic isn’t it? That you, who always acts so dominant and not-nice, is now so injured before me. Heh. He pauses, looking over GERMANY’S head at AUSTRIA.) Anyway, ve, I quite want to do something other than try to get back at you, but… I suppose I have to… (He picks up a knife, and slashes across GERMANY’S chest a few times. GERMANY bites his lip to avoid screaming. AUSTRIA leans over and murmurs something to ITALY.) … Yes Yes, I suppose so. Sí, Japan probably does want to see us… (He nods, leaving and assumeing that AUSTRIA is following him. AUSTRIA stays with GERMANY, whose breathing is very loud and ragged.)

AUSTRIA (to the audience):

He vill be OK, I assure you. In vact, I just KNOW he jall be vine. So I shall not vorry about him. Ja, he shall be fine. (He turns and leaves.)

ACT ONE SCENE TWO;;

RUSSIA enters, followed by limping GERMANY and AUSTRIA after them, looking around suspiciously every few seconds.

RUSSIA:

S~o, you need to get rid of Italy, da?

AUSTRIA and GERMANY:

Ja.

RUSSIA:

Well... It'll cost ya, obviously. Two bottles of Vodka, let’s say. (Giggles.) What? It’s my fuel!

GERMANY:

Ja. Ve’ll do it. Von bottle up-vront, ze ozer avtervards.

RUSSIA:

… Da. Da, that is fair. (Nods, snaps his fingers. Lights go down, all three freeze and a NARRATOR comes on to stage.)

NARRATOR:

And so it began. A plot to kill someone who had previously been a friend and almost a son. But what would Austria, Russia and Germany discover in this deadly alliegence? Only time would tell… (Lights go down.)

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