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The Christmas Pantomime Ch5The second rehearsal was called, with a few still feeling apprehensive after the disaster last time. Matthew sighed, holding the hat and nudging the Prussian to call everyone to attentionThe Christmas Pantomime Ch5 by mysteriousshamrock
"Huh?" Gilbert blinked, yawning hard as he looked up from the bench. That was going to be the last night he was going to stay up until 3am proofreading Matthew's script because he promise to finish it.
"Get everyone to look this way so we can do the hat thing"
"Oh!" He was back on his feet in seconds, bounding over to the microphone and grabbing it: "Oi! Idiots! My awesome presence is over 'ere"
The others sighed and turned to face the noisy albino, wondering what would happen this week.
"Okay!" Gilbert grinned as he noticed everyone's eyes back on him: "So! Who wants a part?"
"You're doing auditions again?" Arthur called up from the crowd
"No. Idiot" he frowned, "Get up here, Arthur. You're gonna be my demonstration"
"What?" he asked, shaking his head "Why me?"
"Because you're there. Up!" he yelled,
FragranceThe bamboo thickets that were once his greatest ally, was now his betrayer, assisting the brutal enemy, making what would usually be an easy escape for the lithe and quick elder, a difficult operation.Fragrance by WolfieStarr
Dead leaves crinkled and crack beneath his feet, stumbling and nearly falling repeatedly as he made a desperate escape. Clutching the bundle of blankets tightly to his chest, he panted and wheezed, dodging the branches and thickets that threatened to falter his attempts to get away from the current threat he was facing. Sweat beaded profusely down his porcelain skin, hearing more gunshots around him and screams. A symphony of death.
Suddenly, a small noise came from the bundle of blankets, movements coming from it. The personification of China glanced down at the bundle, worry glittering in his golden eyes. Shooting a glance over his shoulder and finding that he was alone, he ran for cover, squeezing through a large bushel of bamboo shoots, away from the danger. For now.
Giving a loud si