Authors note :) = this is my first fanfic so I can understand if the characters are a little OOC. Romano is so hard to write insults and dialog for. I was deciding if I should add Italy and Japan's point of view to this chapter and after I stopped typing the phone conversation I figured you wouldn't want to wait to find out where he was. Please R&R! I need inspiration to keep these things going. This is a long note but one final thing: due to me having limited access to a computer, it will be hard for me to type long things and post so bear with me. Btw Prussia has no clue what he is talking about and will not appear again. He makes a nice opening though.
Day: XX Month: XX
Rumors have started that the Holy Roman Empire had been overtaken, disappeared they say. It sounds like he was missing the awesomeness that is me! I'll have to investigate and see how much land I can salvage and take before France claims it all! About that Roman guy, I didn't think much of him as I do not know him well enough. I should not feel as I do though. This guilt that is present with me now, it is starting to scare me. It could be due to the fact that the Holy Roman Empire was no more than a child.
His death is odd; when a country is eliminated we do not die, we simply are relieved of the pressure of being what we are. We retain our abilities minus our strength of course. Our lives are truly infinite. From my knowledge, we reach a certain point and stop aging.
At the most, he would have run off, but… if he was weakened enough and lost his territories fast enough; perhaps the combination could have killed him. I wish him no harm, but of course if he did fall then it would be beneficial to him. New countries tend to rise and fall rather quickly, and few survive to reach "adulthood" but those who vanish young don't die at all. They blend in with the people and roam the lands, confused and frightened. It is a sad fate. Still, the awesome me survived and that is all that matters!
Prussia looked up from his diary smiling madly. Gilbird, who was perched on his shoulder, was chirping happily in his ear. This was interesting considering the time it was. He thought back, images flashing in front of his head, France had been blamed for the death of the child, Holy Rome was out of the way, and he had salvaged a decent amount of land. Of course that was taken a time later but it was the victory that was important.
He rose slowly, balancing the diary volume on his flattened hand. His thoughts darted between past and present, finally resting on the realization of the date. Today was the 1000th anniversary of the child's death. He had noticed reports of Italy disappearing around this time every year, but only now with his replenished memory did he make the connection. The teen returned in one or two days emotionally unstable, no one asked questions either. They must have thought it had something to do with his land's affairs
He placed the book back into its place on the shelf, striding out of the vault in which his books were stored. Smiling to himself he walked over to the large window in the front of his house, glancing at the landscape outside. A storm was gathering on the horizon, the grass rippling in waves as the wind picked up. This would be interesting.
"You stupid fucking moron; how could you not know where my brother is?" Romano's voice thundered over the speaker, causing Germany to flinch and hold the phone away from his head as the Italian's voice became shrill with panic.
"Surprising" Germany thought smirking hollowly, "so he does care about Italy…"
"You think-a that you can tell me that veneziano left on his own? Hmph! That idiot wouldn't leave your side for anything and you telling me that you can't find him anywhere?"
"Exactly" Germany mumbled into the phone, "Japan is searching in the area and if we call his phone it goes right to voicemail. I called you to see if he was there with you."
"Well he's-a not! Spain is with Belgium and I'm home now alone. That idiot should-a know better to run off on his own, especially this time of year with France and all. May means something to Feliciano, but I don't-a understand what drives him to leave every year!"
Germany froze. Did he say…every year…? How could he have missed the pattern of the disappearances? Sure Italy went off on his own to chase a cat or annoy another country, but it made sense now of why it was only him and japan around this time.
"He left a note… but I doubt that he meant to be gone this long. It's been nearly two days since we found it. You say you know he disappears… then tell me his reason and where he goes!"
"I don't-a know that much! He leaves and is-a gone for a day or two. If I catch him he usually has that stupid sketch-pad of a his. It's his old one too. I looked through it once but it was filled; I don't get why he would need it. Have you checked his house?"
"Yes we have… twice actually; and a sketchbook you say... can you remember what was in it?"
"No… I have to-a go get the Spanish bastard from the airport. Oh, and you stupid potato sucker?"
"Childish, but what."
"Find my brother…please…"
Beep beep beep beep
The phone connection on the other side went dead. Germany sighed and put the phone back onto the hook.
"Italy, verdammit, where the hell are you..."
Italy turned the pages of his sketchbook slowly, going back and forth between the worn pages. A small black satin hat was pressed against his chest by his knees as he sat against the gray wall. Rain washed down the one window on the opposite wall, only adding to the depressing tone. A few tears made their way down his face as a flash of lightening lit up the room. He had been there for over two days now. He felt his eyelids droop; he had not slept since the first night as nightmares had made their way into his mind.
A blast of thunder echoed in the distance and the volume of the rain on the roof increased steadily. Concealed in this room he had had time to think of Holy Rome, wallowing in sadness. He did this hundreds of times before but this was the longest time he had been away from the others. Germany and Japan had come twice, once as individuals and once together. They could not and would not find him.
He was slightly comforted by the worry in their voices, worry that they rarely showed. They could not help him now. He was hidden too well and they had not stopped by in a while. The door that was hidden by wall paper in his room provided him with an easily concealed hiding place. His secret attic stored the few remains of Holy Rome he had. Such as his hat and old paintings that had faded to nearly nothing.
A crash of thunder echoed overhead, causing the house to tremble. Italy shook violently, crying harder. He was terrified of thunder and had always had someone to comfort him. He smiled faintly. During one bad thunderstorm he had crept into Holy Rome's room and slept with him. It was funny to see how surprised and terrified he was when he woke up. They both had gotten scolded by Austria and a lock was placed on Holy Rome's door. He swore he heard him praying for another thunderstorm every day for the next week.
Italy bit his cheek, cuddling the hat closer. He put the sketchbook down tapping the faded cover nervously as another crack of thunder sounded overhead. Tears involuntarily fell down his face and he lay on his side, back against the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could, praying that the storm would end. He had waited for 1000 years for Holy Rome to return, to keep his promise. His heart and the promise were the same now; broken.
Reaching over he grabbed his phone, turning it on. A faint glow of light in his hand showed that it had not died. He flipped through, using the touch-screen. Messages from Japan, Germany, and surprisingly Romano littered his menu screen. He set the phone down, ignoring the soft beep as he lifted his hand from the screen.
"I'm fine…" he murmured softly, more tears spilling out of his eyes.
"I'm just… fine…" this was all he said before sleep entrapped him.
Kiku ducked under a store overhang, wiping water off his brow. Taking out his phone he cradled it against his chest so the rain could not harm it. He searched his contacts stopping at Feliciano's name. The name blinked faintly, a number one sat at the end. He franticly clicked the link, pressing the cold phone to his ear. He breathed a sigh of relief as the message began to play.
Soft crying greeted him. He heard the phone be set down and a crash of thunder in the background.
"I'm fine…" His heart skipped a beat; ITALY!
"I'm just… fine…" The words seemed forced and filled with despair, the phone clicked as the message ended. He checked the time that it was sent; eight minutes ago. He quickly dialed Germany's number. He picked up before the first ring was finished.
"Germany-san, I have good news"
The storm progressed, raining impossibly heavy. It hovered over Europe, resisting the winds tireless efforts to move it east. Soon the intensity of the winds increased, downing trees and wreaking havoc onto the lands. Floods were bound to start, which would spell disaster for those trapped.
Despite these harsh conditions, a small figure stood at the top of a hill, one tree failing to protect him from the elements. His black cloak whipped viscously and his blond hair matted his drenched face. He looked to the sky and then to the country's boarder that lay ahead of him.
"I-Italia…"
The soft voice was lost as the stentorian thunder cracked overhead.
AU: stentorian means very loud :/
anyway , this is a little boring now but it will get happy near the end i think. FOr more chapters, please read and review!