Bella looked behind her as she ran. Not paying attention to what laid ahead the girl ran into something solid. Her body broke through and next thing she knew the world was tipping up. The brunette shrieked as she began to fall forward off a balcony.
Then someone grabbed her by the wrist. She looked up and saw Italy on his belly with wide brown eyes. He held onto her right arm with both hands.
"I got you Bella", he said
He pulled her up and the girl hugged her friend. He pulled away and smiled. A smile she had not seen for quite a while. "Thanks Italy".
"Stop that", he said. His eyes narrowed and the irises swirled back into a red. He pushed her away and stood up.
"Stop what bro", she said glaring at the 2p. Instead of replying he held his head and groaned.
"STOP IT", he screamed as she tried to reach out to him. The monster shoved her into a wall and disappeared from sight.
"What a freak", she mumbled. At least one thing was for sure; her Italy was still in that body somewhere. She saw the brown eyes even if it was for but a moment. That meant the girl would never give up and that moment was as good as any other to get her Italy back. She stormed down the hallway on a mission. And nothing, not even pasta, could stop her.
Yet moments later the girl was tied to a chair with two very tall men standing over her with disapproving frowns. How had this happened? Well she had gone into one of the rooms, which happened to be a storage room, and saw a battle axe on the floor. Any normal person would have been curious enough to take said battle axe and begin to chop things apart. Then some whack job with a mullet tackled her and tied her to the chair.
"Dude give me my battle axe back", the girl whined.
"This in MY battle axe", he stroked the weapon.
"Nooo it's not",
"Ya it is"
"Silence", his companion ordered. the pair shut their mouths and he sighed. "I am going to go Find Finland and Iceland. Do not destroy anything while I am gone".
"Aw don't you trust me Siv", the thief said and laughed. The other man simply gave him a look and left.
"Can I have some food", the girl piped up. "Pretty please with a plate of pasta on top"?
"No", the man said as he sat crossed legged on the floor even then he was about the girl's height. She missed Latvia. At least he was a few inches shorter.
"But bro", she whined. All the while the girl was working to get her hands free. At the moment she managed to get her left one loose.
"I am not going to go all the way down stairs to get you food", he said. The blond crossed his hands behind his head and stretched. "That's way to much work".
"That's too bad", she said as the ropes drop andand tackled the man. They rolled around on the ground. Even with the girl's size disadvantage she managed to pry the battle axe out of his hands and run away. Of course the man could not just give up. Noooo he had to follow her all the way up stairs to the third floor.
But the moment she reached the top step the girl froze.
The wall opposite to her had red writing on it. The words were big and jagged as if the writer had been in a hurry. Also some letters were missing from the message.
Get Ou f my h ad
The girl turned down the narrow hallway and felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at the mullet man and removed his hand.
"You can't seriously be thinking of going that way", he said
"I have to save my Italy", She said as she continued down the passage way. The country did not dare to follow her further.
Even if she turned around she would not have seen him for the lights began to flicker off one by one. The darkness crept onto her from behind until it over powered the girl. The moment the first light ahead of her darkened the girl began to sprint. She glanced to the red smeared walls and saw small snippets of Italy's handwriting.
I Don't want to...Trapped again...
He...kill..Bell...leave
Bella...now
She stopped glancing at the writing once the style changed, as if someone new had continued on Italy's thoughts. The last one she read said two simple words.
Come Closer
The passageway stopped and the girl paused in front of a white door. Its skin was scratched diagonally with a pattern that resembled a cat's. A eerie little melody seeped from behind the door. She could not quit place her finger on it, but it sounded very familiar.
Bella pushed open the door just as the last light flickered out. She quickly shut it and glanced around a bedroom. The amount of white in the room hurt the girl's eyes. The splatters of red leading to the white bed actually seemed appealing. Otherwise the rest of the room was surprisingly plain. Well except for the walls.
Name upon name was scratched into the white plaster. It looked as if the person had just taken the closest sharp object and just dug in. Japan, Italy, America, Libya, and New Zealand were just some of the ones messily sketched. A few such as Germany had red X's crossed through.
Bella shuddered when she saw her own name with a circle around it.
She walked across the room to a little music box that was placed on top of a white dresser. A little ballerina twirled in front of a cracked mirror. She ran her fingers along the purple embroidered sides. It reminded her exactly of the one she had at home.
"Do you think she's dangerous", a voice whispered from behind her. The girl set the music box down and turned around. Two boys sat against the side of the bed. Surprisingly the unobservant girl never noticed them.
"How would I know", one of them muttered. he held the side of his neck. His hand was dripping with blood. The girl used all of her common sense to figure out the trail of red came from him.
"Iceland try not to talk", the other boy said as Iceland coughed. "We'll find Norway and he can fix you".
"Norway's dead", the girl said.
The dying country's eyes widened. He began coughing rapidly and the girl wondered if maybe she should have kept that information to herself. Actually she was one hundred percent certain that she should have not told him Norway was dead. Mainly because the country was then sobbing along with his companion.
"Hey at least he is in a better place now", Bella said smiling at them. Her efforts to cheer them up went unappreciated; instead they just glared at her.
Then they pointed behind her. The girl looked at them confused for a brief moment. a hand clamped over her mouth causing the girl to jump. She heard a gunshot from behind and suddenly Iceland's body toppled over. The other country broke into tears.
"now now Finland", the hand was removed and Italy walked around you. He kneeled next to the blonde country and forced him to look up into his red eyes. "Don't cry. I really do hate countries that are weak children don't you Bella".
Italy went to the white night stand and opened the drawer. He was rubbing its silver edges almost lovely before grasping Finland by the hair and forcing him to look at his reflection. The girl seeing nothing else to do body slammed into the Italian. Caught off guard he released the country cursing.
"Let's go Finland", the brunette said as she yanked him up and they two ran from the room hand in hand.
The hallway was once again lit up. The writing on the wall gone, the girl began to think that maybe she had just imagined it all. At the end of the hallway Denmark waited with the other tall man from before.
"Finland your okay", Denmark said grinning madly.
"Why wouldn't I be", Finland asked. When Sweden patted him on the head in the loving way only Sweden could the country the Nordic shoved him away.
"We need to keep moving", Sweden said as he narrowed his eyes at his wife but said no more. He led the group with Denmark fighting to take the lead and the girl trailing behind with Finland. She had to take four steps for every one of the taller nations'. It made her legs feel sore after a few feet. Of course she had been running around the mansion for quite a while.
The girl felt something crunch under her feet. She picked up a pair of broken glasses. They looked very familiar, but the girl could not put her finger on it. Must not be that important.
"Are these yours", she asked Finland.
"I don't wear glasses", he mumbled and pushed ahead of her. She rolled her eyes at the very rude country. Italy had always told her Finland was the nicest country in the world. Clearly someone must have been a little drunk.
At that point Denmark and Sweden had gone farther ahead, to the point where one could not hear the annoying laugh of the first. Though the smaller country did not seem to be concerned at all. In fact he seemed completely oblivious to anything but the space ahead.
Then a scream echoed through the red hallway. The girl grabbed the country by the hand and raced forward. She followed the screams like Sherlock Holmes and came to a halt right outside the entrance to a yellow living room. She pushed Finland to the side and hid behind the wall.
"Is that Estonia", she whispered as she peered in and saw two figures right around the corner. Estonia was backed against a wall with a tall blond haired man in a long coat towering over him. The man held a crossbow steady and pointed right at the cowering nation.
"You were always weak", the man said with a sneer. "Like a bug that I should have crushed long ago".
The brunette jumped onto the man's back. He staggered back which allowed Estonia to run to safety. The girl kicked him behind the legs and sent the country to his knees. She sat on his back with a grin. She was pretty fucking awesome sometimes.
"Oh no", the man chuckled. "A little girl no bigger then a small dog is sitting on back. What will I ever do"?
"I feel like you're being sarcastic", she said biting her lip and glancing at Finland who inspected the fallen crossbow. Clearly he was in no hurry to help her.
To answer her comment the man rose. The girl slid down his back and landed hard on her butt. She swore as he smirked down at her. He lifted his foot above her. "I wonder if little girl is as easy to squish as bug".
Thank goodness she never had the chance to find out.
The man's body fell to the side and reveled Denmark with a battle axe. Behind him the other tall Nordic country was dragging a crying Estonia in. Bella stood up and skipped to the Baltic.
"Here you go bro", she said as she handed him back the broken glasses. The country remained silent but nodded his head in thanks.
Denmark positioned his battle axe over the fallen countries neck. he lifted the weapon over his head and was about to bring it down when there was a click. Denmark froze and turned his head to the side. The girl followed his gaze and saw Finland with a sniper riffle. It was pointed right at Sweden who slowly took out his own gun.
"You wouldn't shoot me would you Siv", Finland asked sweetly.
Sweden faltered for a split second. That second was all it took for Finland to fire a bullet right through Sweden's heart