Chapter 2

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I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but each chapter is from a different character's point of view. It'll probably just be Gilbert and Roderich, but I might throw in a couple Germany POVs as well. So yeah, this is Roddy's POV :D

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*Austria*

"Italy. Italy! Calm down. Tell me what the problem is. With words this time."

"We ran out of pasta last night and I didn't have any then and I didn't have any for breakfast and I didn't have any for lunch and it's nearly dinner time and I'm hungry!"

"Well, can't you go to the store with Ludwig and get some more?"

"Ve~ I want to, but Luddy is busy and he won't take me and Gilbert isn't at home and Romano went out with Spain and I'm just so hungry!"

Austria sighed. He was rather fond of the little nation, but enough to drop everything and go and buy pasta, of all things? He glanced back at the dishes on the sink and sighed again.

"Alright Italy, I'll take you to the supermarket. But just this once, okay?"

"Yay! Thank you Austria, I'll see you soon!"

Roderich closed his eyes for a moment, marvelling at the little nation's sudden mood swing, then grabbed his coat, straightened his cravat, and marched out the front door.

The Austrian waved goodbye as the little Italian skipped up the path to his house, arms full of pasta. Now he had to make his way home. Before he'd even reached the end of the street, the sky darkened, thunder rumbled across the ether, lightning flashes, and it started to pour with rain. Foolishly, Roderich simply turned up his collar and forged on through the rain. In less than ten minutes, he was lost.

Squat, cream coloured houses stretched along an unfamiliar street, and unfriendly faced glared at him through chinks in their curtains. This was hardly the hospitality Roderich would have expected, and definitely not what he would have done to a poor soul, out in this rain. But he kept walking.

Half an hour later he tripped over an uneven piece of concrete, nearly broke his glasses, and ended up sprawled in the gutter. He sniffled, held himself together for a moment longer, then put his face in his hands and sobbed. He was cold, sopping wet, lonely, and he could feel a dreadful cold coming on. Just before he gave up all hope, he glanced up and spotted a pay phone. Brilliant!

Getting up a little unsteadily, he hurried towards the booth, digging through his pockets for a coin. He entered the glass box with a gasp; it was freezing in there! He touched the receiver, pulled back in shock, then pulled his sleeve down over his hand to protect it from the iced metal.

Without thinking, he dialled his home number. Realising his mistake, he was about to hang up when, unexpectedly, someone answered the phone.

Please don't be Gilbert, please don't be Gilbert…

He begged silently to himself, hoping his little mantra would protect him from the person he least wanted to hear from at that moment.

"Yo, you've called Austria's place, this is the awesome Prussia speaking!"

Oh dear.

AN

I feel so bad for my Roddy! And I can't really see it getting better for him either. Don't worry, I'll do all in my power to keep him alive. Please review :D

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