Chapter 2: Spain
Spain walks towards the Italy's house, a bag of tomatos in his hands. He was whistling a happy tune, hoping to surprise Italy. He had called earlier, asking Spain if he had a tomatos. Spain, had told him no, but that was so he could surprise him with the best one's he had. Italy had told him he was making a big surprise for Romano, and he needed the tomatos. Spain grins, looking at the bag filled to the brim with his best tomatos. He hoped that Romano wouldn't waste these as well, so Italy could actually cook these. He was enjoying the nice summer afternoon, the sun setting slightly, the sun's warmth still bearing down on the Italian streets. Spain smiles, walking y a parked red mopead, much like his Romano's Mopead. He laughs, he couldn't wait to see the look on Italy's face when he walk through the door with these beatuties. The ripe plump tomatos were almost bursting with falvor, grown to perfection in Spain's own special garden. He looks up, wondering excatly Italy would need with all the tomatos, besides for Romano to throw them at him again.
"He must be making a big dinner for my Romano~." He grins, "I wonder what Itay will cook?" He starts lisiting stuff, counting on his fingers, "Pizza~? Pasta~? Lasagna~?" He sighs, "All he said it was a surprise, he must be making all three." He says happily.
He stops, hearing yelling coming from the direction of their house, along with a sound that had Spain frozen in fear. Gunshots. It was Romano's yells ringing through the afternoon air, Spain gasping in shock, his heart leaping to his throat. His Romano was under attack. He drops the bag to the ground, the tomato's splating on the ground. Spain takes off running, rushing towards the house as the yells get more desperate, switching to Italian. The viice sounds more and more frantic, desperate, pleading for his life. Spain was panicing, finally seeing the Italy Twin's house and rushing to the front door. Spain reaches for the handle when he hears a single shot shatter the air, Romano's yells silenced. The world drops from under Spain, freezing as a aura hits him, making the usually happy go lucky nation's demeaner darken in fear and despair. Spain yells, kicking down the door, looking around the darknened house, the only light on is the kitchen light and the sun light shining through the blinds. He was breathing raggedly, looking around in mixed fear and anger. He spots Romano's uniform and tie abandoned on the couch, an omnious feeling coming over the nation. He dashes towards the hall, heading for Romano and Veneciano's room. He stops, seeing Italy walk from the darknened hall, a gun in his hand, not eve noticng Spain. Spain gasps, Italy looks in his direction, a murderous look in his amber eyes. Spain is taken back, not use to the Younger Italian's eyes being so hateful.
"Italy..." Spain gasps out, his heart going out to Italy, worried for his safety. "What's going on? I heard Romano ye-" Spain's green eyes widden, the older nation backing up. Italy is walking at him, the gun pointed at Spain's chest. "Que.." Spain gulps, falling back onto the couch as he backs away from Italy, "Italia?"
Italy growls, his eyes darkening, "I have no beef with you." He replies, coldly. He cocks back the firing pin, "But...you've come at the wrong time." The sound makes Spain wince, Italy's voice coming out all wrong, no kindness in it at all.
"Italy!" Spain says, not understanding what was going on, "W-W-What are you talking about?"
Italy puts on a fake smile, tilting his head to the side, his eyes closing, looking like himself. But at the same time, resembled a snake, who was closing in on its poisoned prey. "Wrong place, wrong time, I'm sorry." He says, pulling the trigger.
Spain feels a sharp, molten pain pierce through his shoulder, just missing his vital heart. The nation hollers out in agony, squeezing his eyes shut as the bullet tears through muscle and bone, exitting out the other side. He crumples to the floor, blood going everywhere, hitting Italy on the cheek and arms. Spain falls limp, unable to move from the agony coursing through him, instead curling up in a ball, struggling to breath. Italy, thinking he was a dead man steps over him, reloading his gun as he steps out the door. He turns back, spotting the limp for of the Spanish man in his living room. Already a small pool of blood was soaking into the light blue carpet. Spain pushes himself up as he hears the slam of the door, cringing at the stabbing pain in his chest. He grasps his chest in pain, still trying to piece together what had just happened just then. He stands up, stumbling toward's the hall, suddenly worried for Romano's own safety. He braces himself against the hall wall, panting as he struggles to breath, the bullet going through his left lung. He looks up, gasping at the sight he saw before him, tears welling up in his eyes. Romano laid sprawled out on the ground, unmoving, his wide amber eyes dull and lifeless. Spain covers his mouth in horror, struggling not to yell and alert Italy that he wasn't dead.
"R...Romano..." He kneals down beside Romano, in pure shock. "Romano...NO!" He cradles Romano's head in his arms, giving up on not being quiet. "Speak to me, por favor!" The sobbing damaging him even more, hardly able to take any breaths.
Romano doesn't move, Spain crying out as he clutched him in his arms. Spain lays him down lovingly, his vision blurring from the tears forming in his eyes. He pushes himself up, gasping in pain, stumbling from the loss of blood and oxygen. He needed help, if he stayed here, he would bleed out, he could already feel his chest feeling up with blood. He stumbles towards the kitchen, the light shining from the lit room. He spots the phone on the counter and grasps it, staining the white phone with a bloody hand print. As he grasps it, the mount falls, stretching the cord from the phone. He dails the phone shakiedly, calling the only friend he knew that was almost next door to the Italy's house. The phone starts to rung, Spain seeing spots in his vision.
"Por favor, estar en casa. Respuesta." Spanish breathes out, his vision going in and out.
"Bonjour, parlant Francis. Qui appelle, je vous prie?" France answers in his smooth voice.
Spain gasps out, feeling his vison start to fade from the blood loss. He tries to control his sobbing as he realises the siuation he was in. His Romano was dead, and now he was dying. He was so releaved to hear France's voice, knowing he would get help and hofully warn everybody of what Italy was doing. He still couldn't believe that Italy, the one he called Ita-chan, had shot and killed Romano, and shot him as well.
France hears him and gasps worriedly, "Spain?" He stands up from his chair, "What's wrong?" Spain tries to answer, but can't, "Antonio! Answer me!" Spain groans, clasping his chest as he falls to the ground, France jumping at the loud noise, "ANTONIO!" He says, grasping his hair, almost pulling the silky locks off his scalp.
Spain grabs the phone, unable to keep upright anymore, "Ayúdame!" He gasp, "Ayúdame...He recibido un disparo...I've been shot..." He groans, taking a deep breath, his breathing becoming more difficult by the second. "It...Ital..." He coughs, sounding like he was drowning almost.
No, don't pass out now. I have to warn him.
"SHOT? Sacre bleu! Who did it? Spain! Antonio? Oh mon dieu. I'm coming, I'll be right there, oui!" He doesn't hear anything, his heart leaping into his throat, "Antonio? What about Italy?" He growls, still no response. He hangs up the phone, dailing another number. "I need some help ." He says, pacing as the phone rings once, twice, thr-.
He hears the phone picked up, a loud voice on the other end pickig it up. "Francis!" Prussia says, "I'm glad you called I ne-"
"Antonio has been shot!" France yelps out.
Prussia forgets about whatever he was beginning to ask France, his concern level skyrocketing, "WAS ZUM TEUFEL?" He yelps out, Germany jumping in the next room. His pen flies across the page messing up his journal. "What the hell happened? Who did it?" Prussia yells out, pulling his hair in worry.
Germany pokes his head into the room, seeing Prussia worried out of his mind. He keeps spying, not wanting Prussia knowing that he was looking. He was curious, his brother had just yelled 'What', loud enough to make him notice.
France groans, pacing and grabbing his hair as he paced around the room, the cord wrapping around him, "I don't know, but he's over at Italy's house and-"
"Birde?" Prussia yells out, Germany growing worried.
"Yes, and Antonio...he...he stopped talking, I need some help." He says, trying to get untangeled from the cord.
Prussia groans, pacing around, "I wouldn't get over there in time. Just hurry up and get there, if Spain's in trouble, Birde and his bruder might be in trouble as well." He says, Germany now very worried. "Go get Antonio, now!" He yells into the phone, "I'll send somebody, now get going, Francis!" He yells out.
"Oui! Oui!" France says, hanging up the phone and rushing towards Italy's house.
Spain groans, his vision returning breifly, the room darker than he remembered it being. He growls as he moves, bring the phone towards his mouth, "Ita...Italy did it..." He breathes out, "He killed...Romano...he..." He faints, not hearing the beeping of the disconnected phone.
His urgent message was never heard.
Yes, still doing this dreadful story. I hate that I'm making Italy out to be such a bad guy, ugh. I feel horrible. I'm writting this while I'm sick and unable to do anything. I'll post this up soon as I get better, which will be soon. I wish I could get wireless now. This bites, and yesterday my computer threatened to not have internet, well my dad's computer. This is the first story in a lng time that I've ritten down on paper instead of typing it up first, and its turned out well. Maybe I should do this more often.
Mixalis: Keiko, focus, story. Must write more, and don't you usually portray Prussia as dead after 1947?
Keiko: Well, the dream had him in it and besides, I wanted this story to focus on the Bad Touch Trio as well, they are the best, and I just love the awesome!
Mixalis: Just get to the next chapter already, I'm dying here!
Keiko: You're never this enthustiastic about my Kingdom Hearts stories.
Mixalis: That's because you on't tell me what the dream was about and how it ends! And I WANT TO KNOW!
Keiko: You 'll have to wait till the next chapter Mixa..
Mixalis: Scheiße
Spanish Terms
Que - What?
Italia- Italy (If you didn't know that you should be slapped)
Por favor, estar en casa. Respuesta. - Please be home. Answer.
Ayúdame!- Help me!
He recibido un disparo- I have been shot
French Terms
Bonjour, parlant Francis. Qui appelle, je vous prie?- Hello, Francis speaking. Who is calling, may I ask?
Sacre Bleu!- Holy Shit!
Oh mon dieu!- Oh my god!
Oui- Yes (Another obvious one)
German Terms
Was Zum Teufel?- What the fuck?