Sorry it took so long. I like to draw a lot. But I got this now! I should have another chapter up for one of my other fanfics soon.
"Italy! What are you doing!?" I shout in shock of what Italy was doing. Italy paused at what he was doing and looked at me as he panted.
"Ve~ Germany~ You should try... Its fun!" He managed to say in-between pants. I stare at him in total shock and grumbled "Shizar" under my breath.
I get down on one knee. "What do you mean Italian?" I ask. Italy sat up with a grunt his ears moving a bit to the way he got up. I put a hand on his head and slowly pet him. His ear starts to twitch before both ears go a bit back in pleasure.
"Mm~ Germany~ That feels good~" He cooed at me which caught me off guard. Instantly I felt my face heat up and I could no longer look at him in the eyes... If that was even possible. The boy always keeps his eyes closed and very few times have I seen them open. Italy raised his head higher pressing it against my hand.
"W-what!? Nien Italian! Don't say such things!" I hear my own voice stutter. Italy's ear lower as he starts to pout and feel upset about it. I start to move my hand around on the Italians head and noticed something off. His hair. It felt different... It felt like fur. I drew my hand back and looked at it. My hand was covered in auburn colored fur hair stuff. Was he shedding? I stood up and walked to a mirror and looked at my figure closely. I tugged on my wolf ear and feel nothing, nor would it come off. I tug on it again, this time a bit harder, and yelped loudly. My ears fly back at the sudden pain before rising them self's again. I look down to by tail (aka. Dat sexeh ass that Italy loves so much ;D) and watch it sway in curiosity. "Wh-whats going on!?" I growled fiercely. I look back at Italy and notice his hands were no longer hands. They were covered in fur. Romano was standing near the door crossing his arms, his hands the same. I grunt slightly as Italy looked down at his hands and a small frown forms.
"Germany~ Whats happening to us?" He asked me. I didn't have an answer however.
Romano looked down at his hands and jolted back, almost slamming his head on the door. "The Hell!?" he screamed. There hands were most definitely paws now. I sighed and look at my hands, they were now just the same as there's. I slick my hair back and cleared my voice.
"Lets go check on the others." I suggest. The other two nodded in agreement as Italy got up off the floor.
America: I, the completely awesome hero, was completely cool with the whole time.
Prussia: *cough*Not awesome*cough*
England: Stop it you idiot. The readers need to know the truth. I know you can make good books. Iv seen you do it too.. Now do it right or I'll do it for you...
America: *groans* Fine..
I had heard the howl, the same one Germany first heard and started to get worried. If there's trouble, a hero should be the first to be there! I thought to my self. Yes.. but I had promised England that I wouldn't.. bail.. and I gave him my word. A hero must never break a promise. I thought again. Suddenly, I pulled something with out knowing.
"Ow!" Shouted the man before me. The man spun around to face me. Prussia... of coarse... who ells would have a costume that lame.. All he was wearing was a hoddie with horns stitched in to it, same with the wings. The tail he pinned on and that was about it... oh yeah.. he carried a pitch fork.. Prussia glared at me with a pissed off face.
"Dude! Sorry about that..." I said patting him on the back making him jolt forward a bit.
"How would you like it if someone pulled your tail!" He snarled at me.
"Dude, relax. It was just an accident. And I don't have a tail." I was seriously not wearing a tail of any kind. I was wearing ripped clothing that looked as if it had been stitched together, while holding a chainsaw. I was dressed as a chainsaw freak. I would have come as a superhero but England and Canada (I think) convinced me I should take a brake after wearing a hero costume for over 27 years straight. It was time I just went as something ells for once. Prussia took a moment to go over my heroic costume.
"Wicked costume!" Prussia yelled before noticing a sertan feature. "Is this ketchup?" He asked while taking a blob onto his finger.
"Yeah. And don't go licking people's costumes." I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Prussia licked the blob of ketchup on his finger before spitting it out.
"Ew! Gross!" Prussia snarled and whipped his mouth.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Might taste a little washed" I laughed.
"Taste like blood to me." he looked at me a bit worried. I stopped laughing and took a blob of ketchup onto my finger and taste it. I froze up. He was right. It tastes like blood. But why? It was clearly ketchup when he put it on. "What the? It does taste like blood. I'm sertan I didn't put anything that tastes like blood on me earlier." I began to question my self. "Hm.. Where did your brother go?" I ask him, pushing why my ketchup blood taste like blood question into the back of my mind.
"West? Probably with brother dearest. " He was obviously talking about Italy.
"Wait.. Why did you yell when I pulled your costume?" I remembered something I forgot to ask.
"I... don't know..." Prussia said with a long pause to think about it for a moment. Someone suddenly appeared behind me and grabbed my shoulder to get my attention, scaring me a bit. It was England. He wore a long coat, a wichey hat and some more stuff that I don't feel like explaining.
"England!" Prussia shouted as I spun around to see England's displeased face.
"Did anyone like your scones?" i teased.
"No" Iggy replied now looking even more un-happy then before.
"England." I sighed. It was time to start worrying about what was more important. "Can you drop you scones issue and listen to what I have to say?" I ask putting my serious face on.
"That depends" he replied, still a bit gloomy no one would eat his scones.
"Its very important and might involve everyone here". I reply to him. I was starting to get serious. If this was really as serious as my gut was telling me... We all could be in very big danger.
"Fine" England sighed and straightened up.
"The ketchup on my shirt.. It taste like blood.."
"Then why did you lick your shirt?" England sighed once again, trying not to get a head-ach.
"No! I did It for a reason. I didn't notice until Prussia did."
"Fine. Go on".
"And Prussia's tail is moving on its own. And when I pulled it, it didn't come off. But Prussia yelled as if it hurt." I explain our situation. I wasn't planning on him believing me right away but I had to try.
"Of coarse it hurt, you git. Its-... It hurt?" He stopped and questioned us. Prussia nodded. "Why would It..." England thought for a moment before his face looked very serious as well. "Start your chainsaw America!" England ordered.
"But its fake. Remember? You made me take it cuz you said it would be bad if I took the real one." I replied explaining why it wont work.
"Yes... but.. If my theory is correct then,.. Just start it you wanker!" England demanded even more. I wince a bit under my breath and tried to start the fake tool. It did nothing.
"See?" I tried to prove my point.
"Try again then!" England was starting to get a bit frantic. I revved up my fake chainsaw again. 'Vroooooooom~~~!' The loud noise echoed through the room.
"Wow." Prussia gasped in awe.
"Knew it. Prussia, America. Make sure no one finds out." England started to give out orders.
"How can we? Everyone here heard the chainsaw." Prussia proclaimed. He was right. England looked around to see everyone looking at us three as the music came to a halt. Everyone started to look around and notice that there costumes were real and started to freak. Tons of countries started screaming and shouting things while running around a bit. It was very loud. Loud enough so that no one noticed Germany, Italy and Romano come into the room.