Meanwhile, Romano had made his way to his chair, since Russia and China had began to discuss whatever Romano apparently didn't care about. All that was on his mind was how his ex-lover had ever sprouted such injuries. Arthur, never being much of a liar, had told a very unbelievable tale, and Romano had to sadly accept this.
He always told me everything. Until now. But I can't help but wonder if someone did this to him. Or if he did it to himself. Or if... Romano's mind continued to wonder, while his hands did somewhat of a dance on the table. Prussia, sitting on the right of him glanced at Romano strangely.
The Prussian knew he had no right attending the meeting, but loved to hear other nations make complete fools of himself, of course, that including America, and his too responsible to not be a Japanese robot of a brother, West.
Absentmindedly, the Italian couldn't resist the urge to glance at England for the umpteenth time. Little did he know that England was scolding himself for lying to everyone he cared about, and for easily becoming bait for his newly announced brother.
His face showed little interest, even when Seychelles was now discussing the positive views about the United Kingdom itself and how it would help the rise of money flow to other nations that decide to become its alley. Thin fingers drifted every once in a while to his wrist, where the first wound was created by a certain older brother. Emerald irises glanced up, only to notice Scotland staring with full intensity, not glancing away even when he was caught.
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Arriving at home, Arthur was pleased to see that Allistor was nowhere near. He was also quite worried for the other, but shook that thought away, remembering the things the older had done to him. Saying hi and bye to Wales, Ireland, Wy, and Sealand, he decided to leave to find Scotland. His younger siblings, along with every other country or nation who saw him or heard the repulsive rumors that day, were worried to death, but kept it to themselves, both solemnly swearing to protect him no matter what. As for the troubled fellow that was the talk of the day, he had things he needed to settle immediately, before anything got too out of hand.
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The crackling of leaves beneath his brown boots left small imprints across the ground, as his search for his complicated brother was becoming truly unsuccessful. Suddenly, a noise had made itself known from the mist, and branches creaked and fell onto the grassed strewn area, leaving the man with large eyebrows terrified. Fog had risen above his head, scaring him when the branches looked like evil humans arising from the ground to haunt him.
Cold hands clasped onto his mouth, bringing him to the ground. Small gasps of breath occurred when Romano revealed his identity to the confused Englishmen. England glared at the man, wondering why he would do such a thing. Didn't he know that he had the guts to kill anyone who seemed to be even a trace of sudden danger?
"S-Sorry… I had to follow you just to make sure you didn't get into any trouble. My mind was racing in the meeting today, because I had to figure out how you got those wounds. Self-inflicting pain would be impossible since those marks on your neck seemed to be bite marks. I doubt you're dating someone, so I assumed a stalker attacked you and raped you. I figured that if I followed you, I can meet the person and kill him so that you could be safe! Unless he's like buff and/or creepy, then I would probably call the police….Hehe… Stupid, huh?"
The Italian couldn't help but blush at his rambling, and hoped God would stop it before it truly embarrassed him.
England asked, "You really planned all that to help me? Even half-way risking your life for me? I owe you, you know that? You're the best friend I could possibly ask for!"
His dazzling smile made the other almost stop his constant breathing. Not to mention the slight blush eminent on his face that gave him the most adorable appearance. Hugging him for his selfless act was the only way he could think of completely showing him his gratitude. It would have lasted longer if Romano hadn't noticed his half-brother's signature shoes make their way towards the two.
"S-Scotland…" Just by hearing the one hugging him mutter that word, England immediately got up and turned to face the man who made all these rumors and worries occur in the first place.
Without even bothering to turn around, England commanded Romano to leave. Romano refused, slightly surprised by the gruffness that was amplified in his ex-lover's voice. It truly terrified him.
"You should probably do what he says, kid. I wouldn't want to see someone so innocent to get hurt." Scotland grinned at the man behind England, his eyes glaring and piercing into the other's soul.
With a simple, "Call me" aimed at Arthur, Romano headed off slowly, honestly wondering if he happened to make the right choice.