OK, so this is an idea i have had for about half a year and I am finally getting it down on paper and I hope people enjoy it
The hurried footsteps on the polished floor of the hotel. Clip clop clip clop, imitating the shoed hooves of mules and cart ponies. The immigrants that worked unseen by the eyes of the boisterous American nation; however his business did not go unnoticed by their eyes. For such details were vital for the events that were about to unfold. A grudge held fast was about to be unleashed.
The countries of the world were gathered within the walls of a New York hotel for the monthly world meeting as this was to be held by America. The self-proclaimed hero had gone all out to once again present the data and statistics of the findings of the countries themselves as well as a few suggestions that to a few was considered a little bit unusable however without the appearance of such classics as GloboMan it couldn't really be considered a world meeting.
In particular the eyes that watched and waited were in fact awaiting the arrival of this day. Their gaze had fallen upon a cursed man through the actions of their ancestors, although his appearance and attitude would never lead you to believe he was indeed cursed. In fact the man in question didn't truly believe himself to be cursed as after all the years that had passed since the time it occurred his life, although rocky at some points, was perfect and nothing could deter his bright spirit on the future.
"Oy! Tomato Bastard!" a quick smack to the back of the head brought the man from his daydream "Spain! Stop spacing out! The meeting is over, can we go already?"
The eyes watched the relationships.
"Oh Roma!" Spain cheered grasping the Italian to his chest "Now that the boring meeting is over, let's go back and take a siesta, si?"
Italy Romano instantly began to squirm away from the Spaniard, beating at the man's chest to release him with a colourful array of language as usual until eventually he grumbled and allowed the man to hold him close, never openly admitting how in Spain's arms was his favourite place.
The two nations walked slowly through the corridors, the paranoia spreading across Romano's skin prickling his arms. He rubbed them and looked around the two of them. The happy go lucky Spaniard turned to his companion frowning a little at the worried look that was currently scaring the Italian's expression
"Roma… are you ok? Oh no, my little tomatito is sick!" Spain cried and Romano smacked him with his folder.
"No I am not…It just feels like we are being watched, ok?"
"See this is why I said to not get involved in the mafia!"
"I run it!" he grumbled under his breath "but that isn't it…"
"Well then, come on!" he grabbed Romano's arm "I need to pack" and with that he planted a kiss to the man's lips taking him by surprise long enough to drag him from the meeting hall.
Back at the hotel where the nations were staying during the meeting it was nearing dinner and after a successful if dysfunctional 3 days of meeting the countries wanted nothing more than to head home. A lot of nations were heading home and had already, apart from a few who had some last minute work to complete, such as reports and other things. Even though the feisty Italian was meant to return with Spain since the harvest season was to be upon them soon, he was stuck doing paper work that his brother had conveniently left to him so he could return home early with Germany. He growled at how he could have even let his brother talk him into doing it in the first place swearing that when he got home he would rip Veneciano limb from limb. The brunette had not even noticed there was someone behind him until two tanned arms draped around him embracing him lovingly. He looked up at the invader of his space and grumbled rolling his eyes. The emerald eyes shone a little sad at the man in the hold.
"You sure you won't be coming back with me, mi amor?" he leant his head on the Italian's shoulder pouting, hoping that his presence would change the man's mind.
"I have to get this done or we are both in for it" Romano growled though internally he wanted nothing more than to shred the paper, jump on that flight to Spain and throw it out the back of the plane like some form of artificial snow. Rejected, the Spaniard sighed.
"Ok…well let me know when you get home, si? I will want to see my little Lovinito"
"Si, si Antonio…" he grumbled at the pet name and turned to watch the man off sighing as Spain entered the yellow New York cab and set off, waving at him like an idiot through the back window until the car turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
It was a good three hours before Romano had completed his work and grumbling to himself over the lonely predicament he was currently in. Gathering up the papers and sliding them into the briefcase he headed straight over to the hotel bar sliding onto one of the leather covered stool and put the briefcase at the side on him calling over the bar staff to fill his order.
"Just bring me a glass of wine…and nothing cheap, I am paying good money for this so I want a good year!"
The man behind the bar nodded and headed over to the store glancing over the rows of bottles he drew out the green glass container and undoing the top in a professional manner he poured it into a glass. He glanced over at the Italian man at the bar and noticed he had become distracted with his phone. The man reached into his pocket and pocket retrieving a small bag containing powder. Slipping it into the wine and stirring it with a cocktail stirrer.
Romano looked up as the man returned with his drink and placed it in front of him. He eyed up the drink, he liked to appreciate his wine so became by smelling it and taking in the bouquet and then sipped it gently. As he drunk he noticed he was beginning to feel tipsy. He shook it off as a long day plus alcohol and finished the glass he blinked a few times finding it hard to keep his eyes open. The feeling of light headedness added with the waves of sleep washing over him he placed his head on the bar hoping to nap a little and then head off for food. The man behind the bar leant over the Italian as he slipped into dreamland. He motioned to a nearby cleaner and maid who walked over and helped to carry the unconscious man out to a more secluded area outside of the hotel of the hotel, The personification was handed to a few men in a large white van whilst inside, another maid took his case and headed to his room using her master key to enter she placed his belonging on the desk and left. The van headed off down the continent and over the border into South America.
A week passed. Italy Veneciano sat on the sofa a look of worry plastered on his face staring at the phone in his hands listening to the soft ticking of the kitchen clock. His brother was meant to come on the flight home the next day but when he got back a day previous expecting a fuming man and flying objects he was greeted with a cold empty house. He jumped as the phone rang and quickly brought it to his ear clicking the green phone.
"Fratello? Where are you? Are you mad at me? Please come home, I won't go to Germany's for a month and-"
"Ita-chan? It's Spain…" the voice replied snapping the Italian from his rambling "S-so…Romano isn't home yet?"
"N-no… so he isn't with you big brother Spain?" both sides of the conversation went silent as the question remained unanswered but it needed no answer. Eventually they both hung up, deciding that the Italian was probably having a small vacation or something.
After a while Spain cradled his phone to his chest and decided to once again attempt to reach the man again. So he went through his contacts and selected Romano's number and then listened to the dial toned until it cut off asking him to leave a message. The man sighed.
"Roma… where are you?"
Over the Atlantic and across the Mexican border was a house grand in design and large in scale. A wealthy family lived there with little communication to the village beyond their walls. They still believed deeply in the ways of their ancestors, willing to carry out the designs left behind by the ones before them, including the wish to punish the one who took everything away from the Aztecs. The house was built around a temple to the gods; the women of the family were currently inside fussing over their next sacrifice. The kidnapped Italian.
He was calm and unaware of what was to come. He was leant into the embrace of a woman he did not know, in a place he had never seen before and yet he was fine, he had no urge to kick up a fuss or to run, when they came and changed his clothes he let them, when they requested to bathe and groom him he felt happy to go along with it. For the past week every day they came and placed him to bed and every day they came and awoke him, though he felt strange, he slept deeply and calmed. He was surrounded by a strange scent they drew him to slumber and encircled by candles they were mesmerising to him and in his mind he could hear a comforting voice whispering to him
"You are safe… you are safe… you are safe… you are safe… you are safe… you are safe…"
Hi, this is mystmoon uploading for samstar1990 as she has no internet right now, so this won't be updated that quick. She can still get e-mail though, so please let her know what you think through a review!