Chapter two
Lukas' head hurt, badly. Scratch that, his whole body hurt. Every inch of him, from the tip of his head to the ends of his toes felt like he had fallen into a grain mill and been pulverized along with all the corn.
"Arh, My whole body hurts" He mumbled to no one.
"Me too comrade" A young man with sliver white hair and red eyes piped up.
"I don't think we've met. My name is Gilber… ahh … Gilberto. Ah, Yea! I'm Gilberto, nice to meet ya…."
The strange boy seemed to forget his own name, however, Lukas overlooked it. They were all dirt tired anyway, he was about to call himself Lili. He sighed.
"My name's" Lukas stopped to clear his throat.
"Ah My names Lukas, nice to meet you Gilberto" His voice sounded much deeper this time.
"Hey, hey we're all on the same side here, call me Gil" He flashed a winning smile at the small boy.
"Yea, um, that's great and all Gil, but I kinda gotta go" Lukas shifted his weight from his left foot to his right.
The boy was physically squirming under Gilbert's gaze. He was making the kid uncomfortable instead of making him a friend.
'What was it that west said?' thought Gil. Oh. Yea.
"Gilbert, you must infiltrate the Swiss army, they're the strongest and most lethal kids around. And they're boys start off young. Real young. Meaning: we can't let the Allies bringing 'ol Switzy onto their side. So, I need you to spy for me bruder. Make sure you blend in, make friends. Got that?"
"Hm? Oh yea whatever you need West, I got your back one hundred percent." Gilbert threw his head back and gave his signature laugh
"Kesesesesesese" Gilbert propped himself up on his elbow, the rest of him sprawled lazily over his brother's couch, with his legs hanging off the end.
"Slap a beret on my head and call me Swiss" Gilbert grinned while Ludwig face palmed
"Don't mess this up. But I have faith in you bruder." Ludwig cleared his throat awkwardly.
"DOITSU" An incredibly happy Italian boy shouted as his arms wrapped around Ludwig only to be swung in a circle before being planted firmly on the ground and kissed on the forehead.
"Ah, there you are Feli" Ludwig chuckled.
"Yea, well, hate to break up the love fest but I'm leaving, b-." Gilbert rolled off the couch and face planted.
"Oush" He muttered, his nose being squished by his awesome head as the stupid Italian boy laughed and his brother ruffled Feli's hair.
"Like I was saying, bye bro." Gilbert sulked out of the living room, slamming the door behind him.
Gilbert's flash back bubble poppedasLukas cleared his throat.
"Uh, yea, anyway. Bye kid" Gil fumbled his goodbye watching the thin boy limp to his own tent.
'Hmp' strange kid, girly even. Gil shrugged it off. Now was no time to get attached to anybody.
~*~oOo~*~
"Of course we will help find her Switzerland, it's the least I can do after she broke Feli out of that fever last year." Switzerland smiled after he hung up the phone with Germany. He remembered her cool pale hand ringing rags out and placing them on Northern Italy's hot forehead as the boy murmured nonsense about pasta.
"SURE BRO. Anything I could do to help wouldn't be nearly enough after she sewed the fur back on my jacket." Vash sighed. He also remembered her losing days of sleep trying to find a stich that would hold the soft rabbit fur to the worn leather.
"My sisters and I would be honored to help with the search. Especially after she coached Ukraine out of her… breakdown last year" He didn't really want the creepy Russian and his youngest sister out searching for Lili. But Ivan's reference brought back memories of the day his tiny girl cradled the older woman's head in her lap and sung for hours, trying to calm Ukraine.
Switzerland moaned. This was the last call. He had already enlisted the help of every country he could contact. Except Hungary and Austria.
"OH MY!" Elizaveta swooned in her melodramatic manner.
"Of course we'll help Vash. You guys are practically family" Switzerland sighed, at least he hadn't had to tell her why Liechtenstein ran away.
Short Chapter, is short. Sorry Guys. =D Hope you liked it anyway