Third Person Oct 26
The piano flowed out into the hallway, like a river of soft strawberry milk hitting chibi Italy right in the face. He hummed along while he mopped the elongated corridors, tripping over his hem every once in a while. Italy didn't like working for Austria, it was tiring and he never got a rest, though he did get fed pasta on Austria's good days. Oh how he loved pasta. Hungary walked the corner, stumbling with a big bag of flour in her arms. "Can I help?" Italy asks, eager to see what was such a big deal. Hungary told him to go get the rest of the ingredients, and to be careful with the glass bottle of vanilla, she didn't want him hurting anybody. Italy ambled along, humming fur elise. He looked down the sparkling hall and saw a cat. the kitty ran up and rubbed between his stubby little legs. It tickled and he laughed. His chubby little tummy jiggled, setting the stack in his arms off balance. First it was the vanilla, then the sugar, and finally the chocolate syrup. It all mixed on the floor, just as fur elise ended. Austria stepped out of his best piano room and fell, straight into the glass infested cake mix.
Austria Oct 26
As I fell, I felt hundreds of tiny little knifes rip the fabric of my jacket, and into the pale fibers of my skin. If I screamed I couldn't hear it, I was in such immense pain I writhed on the floor and got assaulted by many more crystal daggers. Passing out, I saw italy crying and pleading to help me… I spent the next two hours with hungary in the infirmary, stripping down to my patched boxers and laid down onto the paper covered mattress. "I'm so sorry, but I need to stifle your screams," said Hungary, "Italy's been traumatized enough this morning." She shoved a clean rag into my mouth, flavored like lavender, she was so nice. Picking up a pair of tweezers, many syringes, and almost a hundred bottles of mysterious contents, she began extracting the glass from my sensitive body. Many stifled screams and bandages later I decided to go for a walk.
It was fall and getting chilly, so I wore an extra coat borrowed from russia, why I had it I will never know, and what happened to it after that day, well, you could say my mind had the same amount of information on that topic. I saw something in my periffle vision, a shadow maybe and turned my head but nothing was there so I quickly dismissed the mysterious activities to the far corners of my mind. This happened many times throughout the duration of 10 minutes. spiking my paranoia and raising my adrenaline, I quickened my pace and started running. he strange shadows must of caught on, because black, oil like figures dashed out of every crack and crevice. Screaming on the inside I ran straight into a dead willow tree, getting up felt a sudden chill on my, well, my everywhere. Snow was whirling around me and I couldn't see a centimeter in front of my face. I stumbled around, almost giving up several times, until I came upon a small light, faintly glowing in the swirling mass of snow that was the all powerful blizzard. I ran toward the light, expecting it to be at least a kilometer away. Panting, the light got closer and i ran, smack, into the door of a aquamarine house.