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Hey Guys! (the fact that you are still reading this far makes me ever so loved!) ~Even through this story isn't...yeah. You get my drift.
As promised, I give thee PLOT! :3
Warning: It gets a little dark, and I am beginning to form the Magic Trio! (I know, I know, overused. But hey, it sure is fun!)
Enjoy, loyal readers! (And please review, just 10 seconds of your time, PLEASE!-It encourages me to write more chapters, FASTER.)
Arthur followed a 'Slytherin' prefect cautiously deeper down a spiraling staircase to their common room along with all of the other sleepy Slytherin first years. He was the most tired, and his steps showed so with their heavy 'plunking' amongst the soft patters of steps from the other students. The combined step's sounds were echoing off the walls, maximizing their volume.
Arthur was getting a headache. Even amidst the soft throbbing in his head, he was deeply fascinated with Hogwarts so far, it was all, well you could say:
"Enchanting….." England smiled at the thought.
The smile was quickly swallowed by his lack of energy. Blankness took over again. The ache in his head silently threatened to grow worse.
He kept absent-mindedly walking deeper down the infinite spiral of stairs, faint-heartedly admiring the merrily burning torches hanging on the walls.
All of a sudden his 'headache' exploded into a burst of sudden pain. All went black.
-
Romano Had just stepped into his dormitory, he flung the door shut behind him.
"Snap!"
He closed his eyes.
The other Hufflepuffs would probably come in about a little while,
"I still have time before the noise comes" He thought, while opening his tightly-packed trunk at the end of a four-post bed and hastily throwing on his PJs.
Romano stood in the center of the room and stared at his bed.
The beds didn't look half-bad.
It would be so nice to just,
Rest.
Rest?
He wasn't actually that tired anymore.
"Now that I am here, and since it's probably my last night too, I might as well do some looking around."
His hand was already resting on his dormitory's door handle when he heard muffled shouts from outside the common room. He jumped in shock, before creeping up to the common-room's exit suspiciously.
Opening the door, he peered out curiously.
Nothing could have prepared him for this sight.
Romano let out a stifled gasp in horror.
Bodies, limp and motionless, lay crowded and overlapping just before the door; up till the end of the corridor.
A handful of those people were bleeding, simply from landing on their noses or falling on the sharp edge of a nearby painting.
He quickly sat those people up, with much horror and disgust, their warm scarlet blood dripping on his hands as he did so.
"Are they…dead?" the back of his mind dared to ponder.
Romano shuddered and quickly swooped down to the nearest person, resting his head on their chest, waiting for a heart-beat.
A soft thumping rang in his ears, showing a sign of life.
Relieved yet suspicious, Romano turned to find Spain and Italy, they must be here too.
There.
Lying against the wall and floor, was Spain and Italy. Draped against the cold stone like an old rolled up rug, they looked just as horrifying and dead as everyone else.
Romano, doing a sort of hop-scotch like motion, jumped and stepped over the bodies to reach them.
"Spain!"
"Italy!"
"Guys! Come on, wake up you morons!" Lovino shouted out in great disbelief and fear.
Choking back tears for the second time that night, Romano violently shook Italy with carelessness, his heart beating was fast while silently begging for him to come round.
"Italy!"
"ITALLY!"
Nothing.
He leapt up, shaking his head in despair.
It was then, Norway (Lukas) emerged suddenly from around the corner behind Romano, and walked silently up to him, extending a pale hand:
He lightly touched Lovino on the shoulder.
Romano Jumped, "CHIGII!" (AHH!)
"Hush.." Norway breathed. It came out as dull and barely audible.
Lovino quickly turned around to face the pale blonde figure. He had a strange floating curl that supposedly 'hung' off the side of his head.
"Wha-"
"Be quiet and listen." Norway cut in, with the air of an impatient parent.
"It seems that we are the only ones conscious, as far as I have checked, all of the other houses are regrettably not. These strange events, according to a book I recently read, hasn't happened in a 100 years. "
"Wait-"
"The thing that did this, was supposed to have been executed, but here we are." Norway continued on thoughtfully, brows narrowed in mystify.
"WAIT. A. SECOND!" Romano exploded, and began firing questions at Norway at an alarming speed.
"WHY IS EVERYONE UNCOUNSIOUS?"
"WHY AREN'T WE?"
"WHY, FOR TOMATOS FRIGGEN' SAKE, DOSE THIS HAPPEN NOW?"
"WHAT DO WE D-
"Geez! Settle down, and keep your voice low!"
"-WHY SHOULD I LISTEN T-"
"Because, you 'idiot'," Norway began, emphasizing, "If you haven't noticed, 'I', am the only one –Wait, 'we' are very likely that only ones that are still up. And don't shout, twit, that thing responsible could still be here.
'whoooooooh'
A small gust of wind streaked through the Hufflepuff corridor.
The torches on the walls went out.
Norway desperately rummaged through his blue lined robe-pocket to find his wand.
"it…m-must be here s-somewh-AHHHHH!"
Norway fell immediately and roughly onto his knees and clasped his hands to his head, groaning with immense pain.
He crumpled down onto the floor in the empty darkness.
Loud painful groans was the last thing Romano heard,
"n-norwh-w-ay!"
His eyes drooped, not being able to hold them up anymore, darkness swept in on him like a crow gliding down on its prey, he crumpled down onto his knees, and toppled sideways onto the ground with a soft 'thud'. His Hair lay loosely on the floor, curl and all, with an arm bent in a curve directed towards his face, fingers lightly touching his own nose. The other arm however, was extended away, with five bloody fingers stretched out, reaching for any possible help.
Help that would never come,
That night.
BWAHAHAHAHA!
I am only just Starting to boil the water. :3 (Yes. this story is like cooking pasta. #Pastaforeva)
Also, I am wondering if Romania has any interesting ships. Please tell me if you do know of some.
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