Chapter 3
Romano came home to be greatted by an earrie silence all through the house and he knew something wasn't right. He was expecting to be greated by a sniveling, crying, Italy but he wasn't and that worried him. He set down the groceries in the kitchen when he saw the broken glass on the floor. "whats that doing there?" he asked aloud to the silence. he cleaned the glass so he wouldn't get hurt by stepping on it and then countinured his search for his brother.
It was about two hours of him searching the house except the room were Italy usually stayed when he was over at his house because the young Ittalian could fit into the smallest of places but when he opened the door to the said room his blood ran cold when he saw a window open, the picture of him and Italy shattered on the floor, but the most thing that made his blood cold was the white flag that lay on the floor. This wasnt good at all. His brother never, repeat, NEVER left his white flag behind. He whipped out his phone and diled a number he never thought he was going to dile. "Potato Bastard we have a problem." he said when he heard a gruff and tired voice pick up the phone.
~Meanwhile with Italy~
Italy sat in the corner of his cell holding his knees. His stomach growled and he was cold, who ever had him captured him was either use to the coldness that seemed to nerver leave the small area or he was tortueing poor man. The food he got wasnt any better all he got was some old bread that started to mold and cold water that was nearly frozen by the time he got it. He rubbed his legs and arms trying to warm up but it only worked for a moment before the coldness creaped back over the skin. He heared a clank and a sound of metal on concreit and heard his captures voice "Dinner time. Eat make you strong. Then you will fight in my army and we will win" the captures voice said just in the dark were Italy couldn't see. Itaky did not move a inch nor a mucle he was cold and the moldy bread tasted bad. He only moved and cowered when he heard a fist hit the bars and a yell "EAT NOW!" the voice boomed and echoed in the small area.
Italy looked up and slowly with hurting, bruised, and slightly bleeding hands tookthe bread and picked the mold off in an area and took small nibbles of it. "can i have a blanket?' he mummbled the cold attacking his once warm back like a starving animal attackes a weakened pry.
"What? Speak up" his captor said as he turned back to the cell Italy swallowed the bread the took a deep breath he was scared he would be beaten but said alittle louder "m-may I ha-have a blanket?" he asked once again and started to tremble when he heard the person say with anger in his voice "Blanket? WHAT FOR? YOU NEED TO GET STRONGER BY DEALING WITH PAIN, HUNGER, AND YES THE COLD!" he yelled again the room echoed and Italy swore the room shook. "b-but im cold and." he didnt finish his sentence before he felt a hand come across his face "YOU WILL DEAL WITH THE COLDNESS!" the voice boomed and then left leaveing the scared shaking Italy to have tears start to fall then it was replaced by anger and Italy picked up up the try of food and threw it at the wall and yelled in Italian that one would only hear from Romano. He turned and then punched the wall it hurt him but he didnt stop he puntched it again and again until his knuckles started to bleed. he the stoped mid punch and fell to the ground unconceiss.
