Gah! Starting my newest fic took longer than expected!
Sorry to keep you all waiting! I just keep getting idea after idea for new stories! I'm gonna stick to three (plus one I need to write for a gift exchange) for now, and I'll rotate which ones I update. The order is Ten Little Nations, RomaHeta, then The Little Norway. And repeat.
Sorry for the delay! Enjoy!
.:Seven:.
"Waaaah! I don't wanna dieeee!"
Germany sighed. "For the last time, Italy, we are not going to die!" He shouted while forcibly shoving the brunette off of him. It had barely five minutes since the group had split up, and already the Italian was in hysterics… Not that Germany could quite blame him. In fact, in comparison to the time Italy had started crying when a cat "attacked" (or rather "licked") him, the Mediterranean nation was actually being brave.
The former Axis powers were investigating the Royal Chapel, as directed by England. While Japan was searching the northern half of the Chapel for hidden passageways, Italy was standing in the doorway while Germany attempted to coax him inside. In other words, Germany was threatening the sobbing Italian. Finally determining that such tactics wouldn't convince the Italian, Germany took a different approach. Instead, he used force.
"waaah! Germany! Germany! Put me down!" Italy wailed as the German hoisted him over his shoulder and carried him into the Chapel. Despite his protests, the brunet clung to his captor for dear life. Germany had to force the smaller nation off of him, keeping a firm grip on his shoulders to keep the shorter nation from doing what he does best: fleeing.
"Feliciano! You're okay! Quit whining!"
Gradually, the Italian calmed down. The shorter nation glanced around the inside of the chapel before his gaze returned to the German.
"Ve! I don't see any secret passages! Can we go get pasta yet, Ludwig?"
At the request, Germany facepalmed. This was going to be a long night…
France shuddered involuntarily as he followed Britain and America into the Bloody Tower. And he had thought Russia was creepy! By now, France would have rather "become one with Russia" than be trapped in this accursed tower…
It didn't help that this was where Russia had…. Yeah…
"Well… where should we start our search, Mon Amis?" France asked, breaking the eerie silence.
England paused. "We'll work from the top down." He explained, causing the other two to jump at the thought.
"Monsieur! But that means-"
"Yes, we'll start in the room Russia died in." Without waiting for the others to argue, Britain strode past them and up the ancient stairwell. America and France glanced anxiously between themselves before following him up the stairs…
At the top of the stairs, the trio regrouped just outside the room. The last time they checked, Ivan's body had been swing to and fro from a noose. The group silently exchanged looks, bracing themselves for the worst. Taking a deep breath, Alfred cast a final look at his friends before lunging through the doorway, cringing when he saw Russia….
…Was no were to be found…
America gaped in shock. Ivan's body was nowhere, as if he had never existed. England and France were equally shocked.
"Wh-what? What's going on?" England asked in utter confusion. America ignored him, choosing instead to survey the room. This absolutely made no sense. How could a 5'11" dead Russian disappear without a trace? They can't. America continued to question the scenario, but before he reached a conclusion, a sudden shout interrupted his train of thought.
"Merde!" Francis practically shrieked, leaping before a deathly pale England for protection. When Alfred followed the pair's line of sight he quickly figured out why.
A shadowy, almost human form glided across the hall. The creature stopped, turning to stare at the trio before gliding down the stairs and vanishing from sight. The trio just stared in its general direction in shock for what seemed like hours.
"Iggy?" America gulped. "W-what the hell was that?"
Germany sighed as he watched Italy's antics. Sometime during their search, the brunet had slunk to the front of the chapel. After producing a Rosary from seemingly out of nowhere, the smaller nation had begun to go through his "Hail Marys", shaking in terror the entire time. Germany had almost forgotten how incredibly Catholic his friend was…
"Feliciano, are you going to help us search of not?" the blond inquired. Not that the Italian had been much help in the first place… Germany was just tired of having to drag him everywhere.
"Ve! But Ludwig! I'm only halfway through the prayer! Besides, it's really calming!" Feliciano explained eagerly. Germany couldn't argue with the logic there. After all, a calm Northern Italy was far better than a crying one… Still, the taller nation couldn't help but feel as if something was wrong…
Shoving any concerning thoughts from his mind, Germany continued his search. He double checked the altar Japan had examined earlier, pausing long enough to watch the candelabras' flames flicker and dance. That was weird. Since when had those been lit? Germany's brow furrowed as he thought about that, and gradually his earlier thoughts returned.
"Ve! I'm only halfway through the prayer!"
Germany scowled. Why was that phrase concerning him so much? He had a foreboding feeling about it…
Eight little Indians, one was praying to the heavens,
He was spirited away…
A horrified look crossed Germany's face as realization dawned upon it. Suddenly, the flames of the candelabras immediately extinguished, plunging the group into darkness. The chapel doors burst open, as if kicked.
"ITALY!"
The brunet shouted in terror as an unseen force grabbed him. He squirmed and clawed at the ground as he was dragged away by his ankles.
"Germany! Japan! Heeelp!"
Germany attempted to rush to Feliciano's aid, but he felt his own movements being restrained by said invisible force. Japan was likewise restrained. As the pair struggled, they were helpless to watch as their Italian friend was dragged into the night.
"Feliciano!"
…And then there were seven…
Whew…thanks for the patience. Hope yah liked it!
I always felt like if the hetalians had any religious beliefs, Romano and Italy would be catholic…
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