Chapter II
Some Complicated Calls
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Germany zipped up his jacket as he prepared to depart from Italy's front door.
"Good bye, Italia" Tired from staying up so later eating and drinking with the little Italian Germany was tired and ready to go to sleep. By the time he made it to his car in the drive way his friend had called out to him.
"Bye, Germany," Said Italy cheerfully as Ludwig opened the door to his car. "Hey Germany, next time you come for dinner I'll make lasagna and I'll add lots of sausages and cheeses okay. " Italy waved from the porch to his friend.
"Okay Italia. Hey, and next time there should be less wine and more bee.." A vibration followed by an upbeat swing tune came from Ludwig's pants signaling that he had a phone call.
"Never mind Italia." Waving good bye to his friend Ludwig pulled out his cell and answered it as he got in the car.
"Yes, Ludwig speaking."
"Are you at home or not."
"Who is this?" asked Ludwig surprised by the rudeness of the man on the phone.
"Well…" He said in a playful tone. "I was just calling to speak with Prussia."
"Wha-?"
Confused as to why the person on the other side of the line would call him instead of his brother Germany checked the caller I.D and saw nothing. Contributing the fact the he dropped his cell in the snow earlier on yesterday, he assumed the reason for the blank screen was the result of the cell still being wet on the inside and so he began to search for his keys.
"Sir, I don't know what business you have with Gilbert, but you should be calling him instead of me, he has his own phone." Germany, not really wanting to deal with any trouble his older brother may have caused right now, started his car and hung up the phone besides, Gilbert wasn't with him in the first place.
Germany was only 3 blocks away from his house when his cell went off again the caller I.D on his cell began flashing. Happy the display screen was working he picked up the cell but then grimaced at the caller, Italy normally called him at least a few hours before he was close to home.
Probably caught his pants on fire...again. Regardless of the safety laws of the road Germany answered.
"What is it Italia?"
"Do you always hang up on people like that? You have terrible manners young man."
"What the?!" Surprise to hear the man Germany flipped the cell over to look at the caller Id again but this time it was blank. "What the hell is this? "Who are you. "
" Naughty, naughty. Now, I suppose if your brother is not with you than he's dead and it's probably all your fault or he is with you, alive and well.
Alarmed Ludwig slammed on the brakes causing his car to slide on the slush covered road before coming to a halt on a on a sidewalk.
"What do you mean he's dead?" Germany pushed the cell up closer to make sure he was hearing things right.
"So he's not with you and...were those car brakes? Well I can guess you're not home, hmm?" The man on the phone paused "What a shame, I guess, this is a lost cause…." The man hung up leaving the German extremely confused and worried but none the less, Ludwig quickly backed off the sidewalk and began to hurridly make his way home.
Germany pulled up beside the mailbox like he usually did when his brother's car was taking all the space in the drive way. He sighed in relief, if his car was there then that must have meant he was there too since it was to cold to be walking anywhere. Germany stepped out of his car and stopped when beneath his feet he heard the crunching of glass. Looking down he saw the colorful paper sticking out from underneath his shoes.
"hmm...what's this?" Germany bent down and uncovered the soggy gift bag and broken bottle. "Prussia's present?"
Germany skimmed over the yard with his eyes but saw nothing, probably because there had been a light snow storm that morning. The newly fallen snow had covered everything and any possible signs of what happened in his yard were undetectable now.
Everything at that moment seemed all too suspicious, with the phone call from the rude man with no ID and now this, Prussia's ruined present burried under snow, Ludwig couldn't pretend the alarm in his head wasn't going off. He pulled out his handgun and began his way to the front door. It was quiet, still, almost haunting then entire walk to his door, the presence of silence lay heavy around the area. The only nosie on the entire block seemed to be ringing from a phone inside of Germany's house. Germany glanced over the lawn once more before he unlocked the door. Fear clawed at his heart as he slowly opened and entered but this was a good sign, the front door was locked and there were no apperant signs of forced entry here but still he was on high alert, there were many other entrances to this house. Germany slowly crept along the walls prepared to shoot any intruder but there was none to be found, the house was locked up tight, in no disarrangment, and completely empty. The only other exsistance that seemed to be there was the phone in the living room, never had it stopped ringing the entire time he searched. Maybe it was Prussia?
Germany approached the end table the phone was on in the living room. He picked up the reciever and answered a little more than hopeful about it being his brother calling to say he was okay.
"Hello! Prussia?!"
"You're pretty slow, you know that right."The familiar voice of the man from earlier came through the reciver. "I guess I can assume you're at home now." He laughed and Ludwig gripped the sides of the table and clenched his teeth to keep his growing anger under control.
"How did you get this number…tell me who you are!" Ludwig, frustrated, demanded the man to reveal him self over the phone.
"…No can do, but by the way, is your brother home?"
Ludwig had searched the house completely before answering the phone, and sure enough Gilbert was not to be found.
"Where is he!" Ludwig was letting his anger show but knew this wouldn't help the situation and tried to calm down, to no avail, it was only frustrating him more.
" Now does that make any sense, why would I call you and ask where he is if I knew where he was."
"Because you aksed if he was at home, I'm asking if he could be anyhere else."
"Oh...I suppose that makes sense."
Fed up with the man Ludwig took a deep breath and calmed himself and sat down on the sofa beside the endtable.
"He's not in the house, he's not outside, and he's not answering his phone...I don't know where he is."
"Well then, …I'm sorry to say but, he must have been taken."
" What?! what do you mean, Taken?!"
"Well, that sucks for you, but here's what you should do, get on over to your little Italian friends house and see if he's still there."
"What the Hell is going on here! I demand you tell me NOW!"
"Didn't I already say I couldn't do that, I thought you were only physically slow."
"What are you sa-?!" Germany yelled into a dead line. "Damit it all!"
Blinded with anger Germany shot up from the seat and began to head towards his car. Unnoticing of his grip on the phone he accidentally pulled the phone from it's socket.
"Ugh..." Dropping it he rushed out the door without locking it and hurried to his car. Quickly starting he began a race to the Italinas.
"…..Feliciano…"
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