Hetalia: trapped - Chapter 2: Feathers

Italy whimpered. he had been trapped in that cage for a week. he kept faith of his friends trying to find him. his stomach growled loudly, protesting not being given food for days. he sighed. he curled into a ball and hugged himself. Claus walked up to the cage he was in. "I'll tell you why you're here." he said. to be honest, he felt bad for the little italian sometimes. they didn't feed him, they kept him in a cold room, and they would scare him half to death. he had to admit; feliciano could make most people's heart melt by his pure innocent childishness. Italy squeaked when he heard claus. he curled up into a tighter ball and started shivering. "They want your feathers." claus said. italy was confused by this. "we 2ps, have fluffy wings. they won't let us fly. they don't have the right feathers. you, your whole group, have wings with the feathers we want. we want to take your wings." he said. "Wh-What wings...?" italy shakily asked. "These ones." claus simply said before going tinto the cage and cutting two large gashes in the small italian's back, only to be knocked back by a pair of large brown wings, with white tipped feathers and faint honey colored stripes that came out of the gashes. the gashes healed. italy cried into his knees from the pain. claus walked out. "those wings." he said, closing the cage door and walking out. Once the pain faded, italy slowly stopped crying. he looked at the wings attatched to his back. he flapped them experimentaly once. he blinked. he moved them around, stretching the wings out, and flapping them. he tilted his head. "... I have wings..." he said breathlessly.

I AM SO SORRY ;W;

sorry for the late chapter; the pain; the everything ;w;

and it being short ;w;

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