I woke up on a cold hard floor. I quickly got up and realized I was in a kitchen. On the stove was a pan, ready to make food, and there was a window, with a curtain that was white with a red maple leaf on it. I looked around, and opened the only door in the room, and was then in a kitchen. The table was white, with matching chairs. It seemed set for some fancy dinner party, with a bottle on it. I picked it up, it was maple syrup. I threw it back on the table. I had once loved the stuff, but now despised it since all day and night, when at my house Germany made me make it.
"W-who are you?!" I turned around, to another doorway. No one was there! Was there a ghost in this house?! I began trembling and quickly made my way back into the kitchen, grabbing the first thing, a spatula.
...POV England…
I banged on the door harder as I heard the water begin to pour from the faucet. Oh god if he dies not only will there be blood on our hands, our Prussia will be lost forever! He's our only clue to where he is! If he dies…. Oh god….. "PRUSSIA OPEN THIS GODDAMN BLOODY DOOR!" I yelled.
"Move," Germany demanded, so I did. He had a hatchet in his hand and began slicing open the door. He put his head in first, and to access the sication. This right here reminded me of the Shining, all it needed was him saying "Here's Johnny!"
He reached inside and unlocked the door, then charged to the tub. His head was already under water. Oh god our chances were so slim now!
Germany pulled him out of the water and began doing CPR. What would we do if he was dead? Say goodbye to our Prussia and all hopes of bringing him back?
...pov 2p Italy…
My eye began to twitch. Did he really just call me Luci? Did Canada really call me, the person in charge of the Mafia, Luci? Not only did he steal my Lutz's car, but he also called me Luci! I'm not a pigtail wearing girl like him! He has no right to call me Luci! If I ever see him again I'll cut his toung out and make him eat it! I growled. What an idiot! What did he even see in Prussia?
"Flavio, I'm using your car, give me the keys!" I barked out.
"No, it's mine! Plus you always crash it!"
"Fine then, at least drive, so we can chase that stupid blond who stole Germany's car!"
"Ok, hop in," I took the passenger seat, and Allen, Lutz and Gilbert took the back.
We were a while behind him, and lost him in the woods.
"F*** it! Let him go!" I growled out. Flavio nodded and began turning around.
"Where to?"
"Germany's."
"Ok.."
It took us a bit to get there, and when there, Gilbert passed out, almost instantly on the bed down in the basement.
I was in the living room, sharpening my knife collection on the couch, next to Lutz who was downing a bottle of beer. I sighed. Since he took over and won WWII that's all he ever did.
WWII…. I couldn't even look at him, or myself. I helped him kill so many… even my brother France… sure we hadn't been the closest, but he was still family… and I let Germany kill him… and now his sons…. Poor Canada and America… they deserve to hate us…. They deserve to kill us… my stomach was in knots… and Prussia… we've put him threw so much… Sure I'm supposed to be the strong one.. but…. Did they really deserve it like I'd told myself a million times by this point in time? I began laughing, OF COURSE THEY DESERVED IT! They got in our way, so they had to pay the price, and Canada, and Prussia will have to pay it a second time, I guess.
Lutz looked at me before rolling his eyes, "Would you quit?"
I finished my laugh, got up, and began throwing my knifes at a picture of Canada we had on the wall. I hit him in the forehead twice, neck three times, mouth once, cheek once, and too many times to count for the chest. He would pay for calling me Luci!... and stealing Lutz's car…. But mostly for calling me Luci… What?! It's fair.
