The Dreaming From Madness
Author's note: I do NOT own Hetalia or any of its characters. Also this story will have swearing, torture, killing, blood, mention of Hitler. I will be posting chapters as the get done. As for editing, I will corrected when people notice any of my mistakes or my friend reads over the chapter. So don't be rude about my grammar or spelling please. If you think that I need to raise the rating please let me know or if the italic gets to hard to read..
Thank you to those that have been reading this. Now if only you comment. LOL.
The Finding From Madness
Chapter 3: An Ally in the Dark. This Bloody Key?
Waking up to the sound of boots on titled floor, Italy scrambled in the dark space before he remembered that he was still in the closet, that he had found during his search of the building. When he checked the closet he had found a hidden door, but unfortunately none of the keys that he had with him fit the lock of the secret door. Sadden by this Italy was going to go home but when the sound of a scream come from behind the still locked door, Italy had hit his head on the bar that some coats were hanging on.
Noticing that the sound of the boots was getting louder, Italy quickly grabbed one of the coats and threw it over himself in order to hide his 'spy' outfit. He then grabbed the sleeve of another jacket and used it to wipe away any ash that still covered his face. Before he could straighten his hair, the closet door opened and he fell on to the cold white titled floor.
"Sind sie Okay?" (Are you okay?) Said a familiar voice.
Looking up from his place on the floor, Italy noticed that it was the officer that had helped him earlier this week.
Kneeling down the officer extended a hand to the nation. "Oh, du bist es von der anderen Tag. Was ist passiert? hat jemand stopfen Sie dort? (Oh, it is you from the other day. What happened? Did someone stuff you in there?)
"Ja, fragen einige andere Offiziere mir ihre Mäntel zu bekommen. Als ich im Inneren zu erreichen, schob sie mich in und schloss die Tür." (Yes, Some other officers ask me to get their coats. When I reach inside, they pushed me in and closed the door.) Italy answer as he grabbed the officers hand.
"Wie unprofessionell von ihnen! Ich werde sie über die Kommissionierung auf der neuen Hilfe sprechen." (How unprofessional of them! I will talk to them about picking on the new help.) Said the officer as he pulled the Italian to his feet.
"Danke, ..." (Thank you..)
"Volker Edlenkrieger." (Author note: Volker is a German name meaning "people's Defender" and Edlenkrieger is the combining of the German words for "noble" and "warrior".) answered the officer as he removed his officer's hat, revealing his short black hair, and giving the nation a slight bow. "Und darf ich fragen Sie nach Ihrem Namen?" (And may I ask you for your name?)
"Umm.. Mien Name ist Feliciano Vargas. (Umm.. my name is Feliciano Vargas.) the nation says as he looks at Volker's face, noticing that his eyes was the same blue as Germany's.
Schön, Sie zu treffen, Feliciano. (nice to meet you, Feliciano) Said Volker as he returned his hat to his head.
Nun, ich will nicht unhöflich erscheinen, aber ich muss gehen. (Well, I do not want to appear rude, but I have to go.) Said Italy as he dusted off his clothes.
Dann lassen Sie mich gehen Sie aus, deen ich für den Tag fertig bin. (Then Let me walk you out, for I am done for the day.) Responded Volker.
Okay, ich denke, (Okay, I think) And Volker join Italy in his exit of the building
As the two walked down the hall. As the moved Italy notice other officers looking at them and recognizing Italy but for some reason didn't stop the pair. Maybe it was Volker's rank that kept the other soldier at bay. Once the two had reached the end of the sidewalk to the building, Volker turned to face the nation.
"Bevor wir getrennte Wege, Kann ich dich etwas fragen Feliciano?" (Before we part ways, Feliciano. Can I ask you something?) Said the male officer.
"Sicher." (Sure) Italy answered.
"Wenn Sie in diesem Schrank waren hörten Sie etwas seltsam?" (When you were in that closet did you hear anything strange?)
Looking at Volker, Italy could tell that man wanted him to be honest about his answer. He wanted the nation to conform that he wasn't going crazy. Italy knew that Volker had mentioned to another officer about hearing screams, but Italy on the other hand had too much fear in his own answer. If he did answer honesty, would Volker report him to Hitler, thus ending his search or worse cause his own disappearance.
Es tut mir leid, aber ich habe nichts gehört. Ich glaube, ich war zu sehr in Panik, etwas zu bemerken. (I am sorry, but I didn't hear anything. I guess I was in too much of a panic to notice anything.) answered Italy.
Sighing at the answer he didn't want to hear, Volker looked around before saying Das ist in Ordnung. Tut mir leid, Ihre Zeit verschwendet haben dann. Ich hoffe, Sie wieder zu sehen, obwohl, Feliciano. (That is okay. Sorry to have waste your time then. I hope to see you again though, Feliciano.)
And with that the officer started walking in the direction of his next destination.
Dear Temperately Dairy,
Found this blank notebook at Germany's home. I hope he doesn't mind that I am using it...
My search mission for the "bouncing door" was a success, but I couldn't unlock it. I have a feeling that once I find the key, I will be very close to finding Germany. I also have a very good idea to where I might want to start looking for the key, when I go back to that building.
Since I had spent all night in that closet, and only to be rescued by that nice officer, Volker Edlenkrieger, who I wish that I could have helped but my mission comes first, I have decided to stay at Germany's home since it is close to the search place. I do wish that I had thought of this sooner though.
Verzeihen Sie mir, das Monster habe ich enfesselt.(Forgive me for the monster I have unleashed.)
Just woke up from a dream to find the above saying written in this book. From what I can make of the wording is that it is in German and is about a monster. Darn me and my lack to read Germany's native language!
Anyway about the dream...I guess I was more tired than I thought because I passed out at the desk, where I had found this notebook.
In the dream, I see the building cover in black against an orange-red sky. Germany, looking like his normal self in his green uniform, is standing with his face facing the building. Suddenly he draws a white claymore for some where and swings it at one of the four monsters, that I had seen in the first dream that led to the beginning of my search of Germany's workplace. As he fights and slays the creatures, a pair of dark brown feathered wings sprout out of his black. These wings remind me of the golden eagle that Germany is quite fond of.
When the fighting is done and all of the monster lay dead, Germany lowers his sword a slightly out of breath. Raising a hand, he wipes the blood from creatures off his face.
"Germany!" I call out happily and start to run to him.
Hearing my voice, Germany turns around to face me. A smile comes to his face when he sees me.
Before I reach him, the ground starts to shake violently and the building starts to crumble. Then the blade end of another claymore comes out of Germany's heart. As he falls to the ground, which I am sure that I am screaming as loud as my voice can, I see a large black mass with white wings behind him.
As Germany's face hits the ground a monster as big as a mountain rise out of the ruins of the building. It is also red as the other creatures, with thick arms dripping blood from them, long knife like claws, a black face with white swastika shape eyes, and four horns around its head that remind me of the arms from the swastika. Tied a round the left claws of the monster were what looked like strings. As I followed the strings from the monster's left hand I noticed that they were tied to the white winged black mass.
After that I wake up like I always do. What is strange about this dream is the lack of clues that have appeared in the other dreams. Is it because I have already know where I need to look. I guess that I will be needing to enter the din of the monster.
Once again, Italy found himself walking down the dark streets of Berlin. Clouds covered the sky, blocking out the stars and the moon that normally filled the sky. Italy had never thought that he would be 'spying' twice in the same week yet so soon after the last time on top of that.
'I must stay brave for Germany.' Thought Italy as he passed under a street lamp.
Walking back to the front of the building, once again, Italy noticed that this time lights were on and people were running around unlike last night.
"Feliciano!" a voice called out from behind him.
Turning around Italy was greeted by Volker, who had his black coat draped over one of his arms with his hat resting on it.
Was machst du denn hier? Nur Offiziere wurden in. Jemand bemerkt Kratzspuren auf einige der Büros Schlösser genannt. ( What are you doing here? Only officers were called in. Someone noticed scratch marks on some of the offices locks)
"Nun, ich..". (Well I...) Italy tried to answer.
"Hat das mit Ihnen beening in diesem Schrank gesperrt tun?" (Does this have to do with you being looked in that closet?)
"Entschuldigen Sie mich?" (Excuse me?)
"Ich kann sagen, dass du mich angelogen. So was macht der Schrank haben, mit Ihnen zu tun? " ( I can tell you lied to me. So what does the closet have to do with you?) asked the German officer, his look serious.
Looking down at his feet, Italy decided to trust Volker. He could have already turned Italy in for his behavior this morning. Looking back up at the man, Italy answered. "Nun, der Schrank hat eine versteckte Tür in der Rückseite. Ich glaube, dass jenseits dieser Tür ist jermand in Schmerzen soemone. Diese Person könnte das Schreien Sie gehört haben, sein." (Well, the closet has a hidden door in the back. I believe that beyond this door is someone in pain. This person might be the screaming you have heard.)
"Woher wissen Sie darüber?" (How do you know about that?)
"Ich habe gehört, Sie über darüber zu reden, wenn wir zum ersten Mal traf in der Halle. Wie auch immer diese Person Schmerzen hat, dass jemand mich interessiert. Ich brauche, um ihn zu retten". (I over heard you talking about it when we first met in the hall. Anyway that person in pain is someone that I care about. I need to save him.)
"Ich sehe." Responded Volker as he looked away for Italy to glance at the building for a moment before returning his vision to the nation. "Ich werde helfen." (I see. I will help then)
"Du willst!" (You will!)
"Ja, aber Sie müssen in der Nähe bleiben, um mich und halten Sie Ihren Kopf nach unten." Said Volker as draped his coat over Italy's shoulder and placed his hat on the nation's head. "Wenn jemand Sie sehen sollten dann werden wir beide in Schwierigkeiten." (Yes, but you must stay close to me and keep your head down. If someone should see you then we both will be in trouble.)
"Jetzt folge mir!' (Now follow me!) with that Volker grabbed Italy's arm and pulled him along behind. Italy was not sure what happen through the rush of people and halls, but he found himself inside an office.
"I hope you don't mind that we are in my office. It is the closest that I could get us to that closet with the 'hidden' door without any one asking any questions." Said Volker in English. The officer hoped that speak the language would keep passerbyers from eavesdropping.
Blinking a few times to make sure that he heard Volker correctly, Italy answered. "Thank you, but why are you so willing to help me?"
"Let's say that I have my own reasons. So Is it safe to say that someone important is behind that door."
"Yes, But I don't have the key that will unlock the door. Believe me, I have tried every key that I have to this place. From what I can tell of the lock I don't think I could pick it."
"Well," said Volker as he took a seat at his desk. "then you'll need the key. I do have a good idea to where a copy might be."
"So do I. In Hitler's office."
"That was what I was thinking ,but good luck with that. The Führer's office has a lock that can't be picked and even if you have the skills to pick it, someone would see you before you even finish." Said Volker searching in one of his desk drawers, before pulling out a map of the building. "Now if everyone was not on high alert, I would suggest one to climb the wall of the building and enter though the window. Now if you had a key then getting in would be no problem, but Hitler only gave a few of those keys to a select few."
Reaching in his pocket Italy pulled out the ring of keys that he had on himself since he began his search. "By any chance is this key silver in color?"
"Well, the one that I saw was."
"Then maybe this one is one of those keys?" Italy asks as he shows Volker the silver key on the Germany's key ring.
"That looks like it." Said Volker, who rises to his feet when he gets sight of the key. "Sadly we will not know if it is unless we try it out. Unfortunately if you or me get close to the Führer's office someone will notice."
"Then what do you suggest?"
Looking back at the map on his desk, Volker stated his idea. "A fire?"
"A Fire!" yelled Italy. How could this officer be so will to be so risky, Italy had only met him a few days ago and now he was willing to do something dangerous.
"Yes, you see a fire would draw everyone attention away from that office. Also some people will evacuate so the building will be more empty for a short time.'
"I understand at what you are getting at."
"Good. I will start the fire on the other wing." Said Volker as he point to the spot on the map, which Italy glanced at. "They will suspect me less because of my rank. When you hear the fire alarm, you need to see it the key works and unlock Hitler's office quickly, because you will not have much time. I am pretty sure that someone might check the office shortly after they see that the fire is under control. If you can't get in or find the key then leave and we will try another way."
"That is a good plan. You are very smart, Volker." Said Italy
"Thank you, Feliciano. Now lets get this rolling."
Volker opens his office's door and walks out into the hall. A few minutes later , Italy exits the same office heading a different direction than Volker.
Italy calmly, as the nervous nation could, walks up the stairs heading to Hitler's office. By keeping his head down and still wearing Volker's coat and hat, he was able to get close without attracting the attention of anyone looking for clues of last night's lock picker.
"Note to self: be more careful when picking locks.' thought Italy as he waited for the alarm.
Right on que, the fire alarm went off and people began to run towards the source of the fire or the nears exit. Seeing that no one came out of the office, to check on all the noise, Italy determined that it was safe to try the key.
Praying to God that he had the right key, the nation inserted it into the lock and turned it. His faith was rewarded with the familiar sound of a lock clicking open. Pushing the door open Italy slid inside.
Quickly starting the search, Italy noticed that the room felt a few degrees cooler or maybe it was his nerves.
Pulling open a desk drawers and search though them, checking the underside of them in case something has tapped there, running his hands over the blades of the ceiling fan, even checking the folds of the window curtains, were a few of the things Italy did in his search of the office.
Glancing at the bookcase in the far corner, Italy fought his panic as he walked over to it. He didn't have much time to check each book. If the lack of the sound of movement was anything to go by, neither the building was emptied and the fire was spreading or the fire had been successfully put out. Italy hoped neither were true.
Grabbing a book, Italy shake it with hope something would fall out. when nothing did he slammed the book back into its place and pulled out the next one that looked like it was recently moved. As he shook the book, Italy looked back at the bookcase he had pulled the book form.
'How odd.' Italy thought when he noticed that another copy of the book rested on the bottom self.
Shoving the book back into its spot, Italy pulled out its copy from the bottom shelf and began to shake it.
Hearing the sound of a small metal clang around his feet, Italy looked down at the floor and saw a four-sided key with a red bow. The Key! It was the key and Italy had found it.
Grabbing the key off the floor, sliding the book back into its place and locking the door behind him, Italy headed back to Volker's office.
Author's note: This story will continue in 'The Rescue From Madness'