"So dude I watched this killer scary movie this morning with tony! It was great!...Y-Yeah...there was this ghost and then...bad things happened and...it ended with a creepy smile..." America started off confident, his voice booming like it usually does only for it to get softer and weaker towards the end. England sighs on the other end of the line, holding his cell phone against his ear as he leans back in his leather seat, rubbing his tired eyes that have been looking at paper work all night...Honestly he's gotten behind in his work since well...
Britain's cheeks tint. Since America confessing to him. He's been more distracted by the bloody git since then. He's invaded his mind since the beginning but now that he knows he has America, that he's all his...It's like a dream come true. He just wants to be with America but he has a job to do as Britain. England had come home after Japan's party, knowing he had work to be done, he told America he couldn't stay the night with him...though England wanted it so much. After America pouting for awhile he finally gave up...England thought he would be able to have this day to himself since he's been spending time with America since last week...but of course the bloody idiot would call him...talking about something as pointless as a scary movie he's watched...
Britain knows America. He knows he's afraid. He's just waiting for America's excuse this time. England's cheeks tint and his lips twist up in a smirk thinking how if America is scared enough, he would beg him to come over. He knows that's what's coming. He can tell by the tone of America's voice. Honestly England is excited and happy. He wants to come over...he's been waiting for a excuse to do just that and this is perfect. He doesn't want to seem like a love sick puppy. He's certainly not that at all.
"And you called me about this because?" England grumbles indifferently as he goes back looking at his paper work...he had gotten it all done but he wanted to act like he was busy even though America can't see him so he doesn't know what the bloody hell he's doing.
"Okay dude, I know what you're going to say...but I think my house is haunted." America says this so seriously that England has to bite his lip to stop him from chuckling.
"Really? Come on America, you're just scared from that movie you watched-"
"I'm not scared!" America snaps defensively...before his voice goes back to being soft and cautious. "I heard some weird noises in the kitchen right after the movie! Being the hero I bravely went to investigate...I brought a shovel...and you know what I saw?!" America's voice gets panicked at the end. "There was pots and pans floating around dude! It was some paranormal shit! Being the hero I am I didn't just back down even though there was a ghost! I hit that fucker with the shovel! I broke some of my pans but oh well!" America sounds like he's grinning now. "I think I beat it. Isn't your boyfriend awesome? Aren't I the biggest hero out there? Slaying ghosts!...But just in case I was wondering if you could come over and cook some scones, if the shovel didn't kill it, your scones sure will do the trick. The smell will scare it away-"
"Fuck you America! My scones are delicious and you know it!" England slams his fist down on his desk, his eyebrow twitching, his voice raising. "You idiot! You can't hit a ghost with a shovel! Ghosts don't have solid bodies that's what makes them ghost!"
"If I didn't hit a ghost then what the fuck did I hit?"
"A-America..?" A weary voice says on the other line. "W-What happened?...My head..."
America curses.
"Ah damn it! Mattie what the hell you doing in my house? I thought you were a ghost!...Whoa I got you good, you okay there?"
"Really America? You attacked Canada? What were you thinking you bloody idiot! You wouldn't know a real ghost if one smacked you across the face! I know ghosts. If you want I could show you a real ghost-" England starts, thinking about his practices in dark magic and the entities he's seen.
"No way Jose!" America shouts.
"Who are you?" A high pitched voice asks.
"I'm...Jose?" Canada responds a bit confused.
"Fuck I hit my bro so hard he thinks he's Jose! I think I should take him to hospital or something. Damn...I really thought you were a ghost Mattie! You can't sneak up on me like that!"
"But...but you i-invited me...I think." Canada sounds like he's frowning. He groans in pain. "O-Oh maple...I knew coming here was a bad Idea..."
"Hey! You're the one who decided to be all freaky in my kitchen!"
"I-I was making us lunch..."
"I'm going to make lunch at your house, use your shit and see how you like it!"
"B-But you told me to make lunch!" Canada groans.
"America don't fight with your brother when you're the one who was an idiot and attacked him with a shovel!" England fums, having enough of the two's fighting. He's too old to be fathering these two still. He may love America but the man is still no more than a child. He throws a fit when he doesn't get his way and he can't admit he's wrong...
Not that England is any different but he wouldn't admit it either.
"England come over here and make your nasty scones, the smell will keep Mattie up so he won't have a concussion."
"My scones aren't nasty you bloody git!" England fums.
"Yup...Mattie just passed out."
"W-What? Call 911 or something."
"Nah he's fine. Maybe when he gets up he won't remember I beat him with a shovel! Hey weird Mattie's bear, you won't tell Canada about this will you?"
"Who?"
"Why am I with an idiot like you?" England sighs, holding his head in his hand, those green orbs staring down at his paper work...but they sparkle when he hears America chuckle.
'Because I'm the hero!" America's voice booms. "And you can't resist this hot bod!"
"The only reason your 'bod' is 'hot' is from the insulation of your fat."
"Dude you're cruel! I'm not fat at all!"
"Keep telling yourself that, love."
"Drop dead England!" America pouts...England smirks, chuckling to himself...this is his relationship...they insult each other just like before but...it's playful. At the end of the day, England can't deny what America does to him or the feelings he makes him feel. He can't deny his love for this man.
"Why don't you tend to your brother? I need to-"
"Will you come over?" America cuts him off.
"My, you just saw me yesterday." England says smugly...yet his heart is picking up speed, his chest tightening. "What is it America? Are you obsessed with me already? I know I'm hot but-"
"Pssh, the only reason your hot is because those large eyebrows keep your warm-"
"How dare you!-"
"Come on England I know you want to see me just as much! You can't resist the hero." America grins, his voice confident...It irradiates England so much...This brat thinks he knows everything. Yet really England's mad because America is right. He wants to see the blonde idiot. He wants to hold him again. He can't get enough of his little America, not now, not ever.
"Mmhmm. Sure. I'll humor you America. I'll come over later, but you better make it worth my while. Other wise you're wasting my time." England grunts, his chest tightening in excitement.
"Oh shut it old man." America sounds like he's grinning. "Time with the hero is never a waste of time! What do you even do in your free time? Knit?"
"On occasions but that's not the only thing I do you stupid git!" England fums, his cheeks tinting.
"Haha well then I can't wait to learn what else you do Arthur." America chuckles...and it's light...it's sincere. He's not laughing at him. England loosens up, glancing over at the phone, feeling his heart pick up speed just from this man's laughter.. "I want to learn everything about you."
"America-"
"See you later dude!" America hangs up.
England sighs, running a hand through his hair as he closes his cell phone and puts it back in his pocket. America can sure be a sap...England wouldn't have pegged him for a hopeless romantic...then again, England still can't believe it was America who confessed to his feelings...before England. He didn't think he could hold out much longer and he didn't have to...He would have never guessed that America felt the same way...it was such a relief. England forgot how happiness felt like. He forgot how it felt to be kissed by an angel...but America reminded him. America gave back his light. His beautiful American dream...Alfred...
England sighs blissfully before he stands up from his seat, stretching. Well...he better start getting ready for the trip to America...England starts to hum to himself, cracking his weary bones, a smile tugging at his lips. It's weird feeling this way...especially when every day he got up he hated the sun, hated the light because it mocked him...He lost his light when Alfred left him...and the sun mocked him for it. Now he adores the sun. He adores music and dance. He adores light.
He can't wait to feel those soft lips on his own...can't wait to hold America in his arms and feel all over his soft skin. England blushes, just thinking about it...thinking about those bright blue eyes...the blue eyes that are now his. America is his. All his. He feels whole once again. Nothing could ruin his good mood, nothing could-
England stops humming when he hears a...cough. It's followed by more coughing...it sounds like squeaks. England's eyebrows furrow and he frowns, listening intently on the coughing...His eyes widen when a green flying bunny appears in front of him, her wings fluttering weakly, her eyes...blood shot. She coughs. "A-Arthur..."
"Flying mint bunny! What's wrong? Are you okay?!" England quickly catches her when she was about to fall, his eyes wide with concern as he holds his dear friend to his chest...She's wheezing. "Are you sick old girl?"
"Just a little bit..." The magical creature coughs...her green fur looks faded. "It's because...The magic.. has been...ripped."
"What?" Arthur's eyes widen more, his eyebrows furrowing. "What are you talking about mint bunny-"
"Something has happened that shouldn't have...Something has...forced itself into our world...It ripped apart the magic...messed everything up. It's unnatural...the world doesn't know how to deal with it." Mint bunny trembles. "I know you felt it...too Arthur...you threw up...because you felt the magic wall rip too...something forcing it's way past a barrier that should not be crossed."
"I..." England feels fear twist his stomach. So it's true. He thought he felt something horrible. At Japan's party...before they even walked into Germany's house...England felt sick. So sick. He ended up rushing to a near by rest room and puking. The feeling was intense...he felt as if his stomach was being ripped apart. For a split second England felt something dark, something evil...but it was gone so fast...England was scared. He still feels fear thinking about it...That feeling...for something to cause that in him it had to be bad.
"H-He's...sucking up the magic Arthur." Mint bunny wheezes. "He...He knows...magic can send him back...he's trying to get rid of the magic of this world...haven't you noticed it?...Your magic is weak...He's weakening you, weakening me."
"Who is? Mint bunny what's going on?" England holds her closer against his chest, fear twisting his stomach and anger...someone is hurting his best friend. They will pay. He will make sure of that.
"L-Luciano...He's come...from...another...world...he's..." Mint bunny wheezes out...she's fading away.
"W-Who? Who's Luciano? Mint bunny! Y-You're fading! Hold on old girl! I'll help you!" England puts a hand over the bunny's head, channeling his power, willing to put his magic into the magical bunny but...barely any power comes out. "What-"
"I'll come back...I have to hide...remember..." Mint bunny fades from Arthur's hold. "Luciano.."
"But...who is Luciano?" England frowns, looking down at his empty hands...where is mint bunny going?...what's going on? What is doing this? What is taking his power?
England tenses when there's loud banging at his door...The knocks are restless...sounding desperate. England groans, standing up...what ever this is, he knows it's not going to be good. He's having enough to deal with as it is! Whatever has happened, who ever this Luciano person is he's a threat to the magical world! Just who the hell is Luciano-
The knocking gets louder. England opens his mouth to cuss this person out but when he hears his voice he stops.
"England! Open up!" It's Germany. England would recognize that strict, thundering voice anywhere. Why is Germany at his home? Banging down his door for that matter? "Please..." England's eyes widen...is Germany begging him? His voice sounds so desperate...what on earth could he want? England gets up and walks out of his office to his front door. Though he really doesn't like Germany, he's polite. Germany did let him come to Japan's party too...and whatever it is, it must be important for him to be acting like this. England opens the door...Not expecting the large German to push past him, into his home.
"H-Hey what are you doing you stupid-" England starts, his eye twitching at this man just pushing his way into his home.
"England I need your help!" Germany turns to look at England...his piercing blue eyes are shaking slightly, his blonde hair not pulled back like it usually is...it's messy. There's dark bags under the German's eyes...he doesn't look well.
"My help?" England raises his eyebrow, confused, being taken aback.
"Ja...You're my only hope. I know me and you aren't on the best terms but you have to help me. You have to believe me when I say this." Germany takes a deep breath. "Italy is gone. He's not in this world anymore and-"
"Italy's dead?-" England's eyes widen.
"Nein he's not dead!" Germany roars this, a fear deep in those piercing blue eyes before he calms down a bit. "He's in another world! And some guy named Luciano has taken his place and he's-"
"What?" England's eyes flash, his body tensing up greatly. Germany stops to stare at England confused when he starts to chew on his bottom lip. "...Did you just say Luciano? Who is this Luciano?" Britain takes a step forward, his green eyes serious.
"...He says he's Italy, a Italy from another world...he says he's traded places with Feliciano." Germany relaxes a bit at the look on England's face.. "I know this sounds crazy but you have to believe me. I don't know what to do."
"Ah! Now it makes sense! That is the disturbance!...another world you say?...I always thought that maybe there could be multiple parallel universes but I didn't think it would be possible but...how was this Luciano fellow able to travel to another world? Not only would it take a lot of magic..it's pretty much impossible! How could such a barrier be broken?" England starts to pace back and forth, frowning deeply.
"He...He said it was because I wished it." Germany looks down, those piercing blue eyes look tired...his eye lids droop in shame.
"Wished it?" England stops packing to look at Germany.
"Ja...I wished for Italy to be a better fighter and things like that during a fight we had before Japan's party started...I didn't mean them but Luciano told me that was how he was able to get into our world..." Germany grips his fist, his chest heaving.
"Impossible..." England mutters, still trying to make sense of all this. "...Are you sure about this Germany? Feliciano has been replaced by this Luciano? ...Does he look like Italy?"
"Exactly like him." Germany takes a deep breath. "This man...he's not Feli. He's evil but he's smart. He's outsmarted me...that's why I need your help. I don't know what to do Britain. He says Feli is in his world...Luciano has threaten me that if I come near him he will tell his people back in his world to kill Feli! I don't have know how to save him! How to fix all this! Gott damn it it's all my fault!" Germany roars the last part, gripping his fist so hard that his knuckles turn white.
"...This guy is stealing the magic in the air...he must know that the magic can be used to send him back. He's smart indeed..." England's eyes get a far away look.
"What?" Germany looks at him confused. "Stealing the...magic?"Germany frowns.
"Yes! He's weakening me and he's weakening mint bunny! He's made her sick! Poor girl she's already old!" Britain fums, pacing back and forth.
"...Mint bunny?"
"That's what I said idiot!" England snaps. "Tell me about this Luciano, I want you to tell me all you know! Tell me everything he's said to you and your encounters with him. I need to know everything. This bastard isn't going to get away with hurting mint bunny! I won't let him destroy the magical world."
Though the German doesn't seem to care much for the magical world, he cares about Feli. He cares about getting England's help in saving him...Germany opens his mouth...
This is going to be a long story.
England sits In a large, comfy red couch, his emerald eyes giving nothing away to what he's thinking as he stares in the fireplace next to him, staring at the flames as they dance around. The room is deadly quiet as Germany stares at England, at this man who is his only hope, the only one who would believe him and his crazy story. Germany finished telling England all about his encounters with Luciano and what he's said a bit ago...Now there's only silence.
Germany waits patiently for England to say something, to comment on his crazy story. He feels his heart beating so fast. The quiet is making him nervous. In the back of his mind he's almost expecting England to laugh at him, call him crazy, and then kick Germany out. It makes Germany sweat thinking about it. If he gets kicked out, if England doesn't help him...what is he going to do? He can't got around Luciano or he'll tell his people to kill Feli...but he can't just sit back and let Luciano ruin Italy's name. He can't sit back and let him hurt Spain or anyone either...
What is Luciano doing now? What is he planning?...How's Feli doing? Is he okay? Is he scared? Is he calling his name for help like he always does?...what's going on in that other world where this demon Luciano is from?...
Germany doesn't know so all he can do is stand staring at England, this man who believes in magic, his only hope, silently.
The fire crackles.
"I should have realized something was wrong with Italy sooner." England finally speaks, surprising Germany. England doesn't look away from the fire. "At the party...I could tell something was wrong with Italy but I was too distracted. I believed it was just sickness. Even after feeling such a strong horrible feeling I still wasn't able to see something so obvious. I've become too distracted..." The last part is no more than a whisper. "A completely opposite Italy named Luciano. That explains why Luciano didn't eat the pasta at the party. Not because he was sick but because he must hate pasta if Feliciano loves it so. While Feliciano will run from anything, this Luciano is strong and fights. Luciano is smart and plans dark things while Feliciano would only plan what he's eating for dinner. It's incredible really when you think about it. A whole other world...a world where everything is opposite. That means there must be another you and another me. There has to be another one of everyone...and if we go off of Luciano, that means these other half have to be opposite to us as well."
"...How was Luciano able to come in our world?...was it really because of...my wish?" Germany swallows, not able to stop himself from asking.
"I'm not sure. In till now I didn't know there was another world. I have no idea how one would travel between such worlds but...if I had to guess..." England closes his eyes. "I believe the England in the other world has something to do with this. I don't know if your wish was related but I do know this. The power I felt ripping through the magic...it's weird to explain but it felt like my magic ripping the wall. I knew it wasn't but I couldn't explain it...now I can. The England in the other world must have sent Luciano here...that also means he's figured out there's other worlds before me." England grumbles this part. "The good news is that if my other half was able to break the barrier between our worlds then so should I. I just have to figure out how he did it..." England frowns at this part, folding his hands in his lap, staring down at them thoughtfully.
"You think if you learn how to break the barrier...we could get Feli back from that world?" Germany takes a step closer, feeling some hope coming back.
"I'm not sure. The other England was able to put someone into our world by making a trade. To get Feliciano back we have to give something in return."
"What do you mean?"
"Luciano was able to get into our world because Feliciano was taken out. Do you see? Their world traded Luciano for Feliciano." England thinks hard. "But i'm not sure if there's a way to just take or give someone without having to give or receive. Maybe there is a way for someone to travel to their world or someone to travel from their world to ours without making a trade. I'm not sure. Right now I think we should make the guess that you have to make a trade to take someone from a different world."
"...so to get Feli back we have to trade someone to take his place?" Germany says slowly making sure he understands this. "...Then it's simple. We send Luciano back as trade right?"
"Yes that's the idea. We send Luciano back to get Feliciano in return but...we have a couple of problems i'm sure you're aware of. First off, I don't know how to send Luciano back or how to break the barrier between our two worlds to make a connection between them. Second, Luciano is draining my magic as we speak. I don't know how he's doing it but he's stealing the magic from the air and hurting my magical friends because of it. Third, There's the problem that dealing with Luciano could cause Feli trouble in the other world." England runs a hand through his choppy blonde locks. "This is a bloody mess...and Luciano is dangerous. He could try to attack someone...Spain seems to be a target of his by this point."
"What do we do? What is our action? I can't get anywhere near Luciano...or Feli might get hurt." Germany grips his fist, feeling that deep anger. " My brother didn't believe my story either. I'm not sure who else would believe us."
"Let's not waste time trying to convince the world Italy is a cold blooded killer. Besides if Luciano thinks that we are causing trouble for him he might kill Feliciano or he might start attacking the nations. We need to deal with this quickly and silently." England stands up from his chair, those green orbs serious and dark. "This is the only thing we can do at this point. I will research my black magic books and rally up the magical creatures so they may give me guidance on this. You are to do nothing Germany. Stay away from Luciano to protect Feliciano. If you can somehow look after Spain and make sure he stays away from Italy's home then do so..." England is silent a moment...looking off to the side before he nods his head. "Mint bunny will try to investigate how Luciano is sucking up the magic. Be careful old girl you hear me?" England looks with concern at thin air before looking at Germany seriously again. " Luciano being here is not only bad for Feliciano but it's bad for our world. Luciano is too smart, too clever. We know nothing of his world but if he was the ruler...I can only imagine how horrible it must be."
"So I just...go home?"
"Go home and do what you normally do. Train, drink beer, relax while you can."
"How can I go on like life is normal when a demon has taken the place of my best friend?!" Germany shouts frustrated...He wants Feli back now! How can he just sit around and wait? He wants to act now! He needs to kill now! He needs to save his best friend now!
"You will have to be patient Germany. I know you're worried about Feliciano but if you act now you'll end up killing him." England says bluntly.
Those words are enough to calm Germany down. He knows he's right. Germany takes a deep breath. "...I know, I know." He takes another deep breath. "You want me to wait while you will study on your...magic to find a way into Luciano's world?"
"Yes. If I find anything i'll contact you immediately. Just stay connected with the world, pay attention to what's going on. Once I get the report from mint bunny i'll tell you what we need to do next...I have to call America-"
"Are you going to tell him about this? Are you going to try to get his help?"
"...No." England glances towards the fire again. "...America distracts me. He's such an idiot. Even if he did believe me he would want to just march himself over to Italy's and beat him up but that would make things worse. Also Luciano might hurt America if he gets involved...so no. I'm not going to tell him what's going on. I'm just going to tell him i'm busy...maybe tell him I have a meeting for a week...but what if it takes longer?..." England mumbles this to himself before he shakes his head. "I'll think of something." England locks eyes with Germany. "You look horrible old chap though I understand why. You've been through hell these past couple of days. If you would like I could have a room set out for you so you could catch up on sleep. You look like you could pass out..." England blinks. "Not that I care about you or anything but I need your help on this and you'll be no use to me looking like your about to fall over and die."
"Well-" Germany starts only for his phone to go off. He sighs, waiting for this to happen. He answers his phone, already knowing how it is. As soon as the phone is to his ear he hears the drunken laughter of France, making that odd 'ohoho' sound.
"Westtttttt! How's my...how's my baby bro doing?" Prussia's voice slurs on the other line, he chuckles.
"Brother you're drunk."
"And your sexy!" Prussia barks out laughing when France takes over the phone, his voice is a purr.
"Better watch out west! France wants you sausage!" Prussia cracks up.
"Why don't you come over~ we could have some fun ohoohoh." France purrs.
"Hell no." Germany wrinkles his nose. "Put my brother back on the phone."
"But it's my birthday! Italy can share you! There's enough of your sausage to go around!"
"God dammit brother take the damn phone from him!" Germany's eye twitches, not having the patience for a drunken France.
"Okay, okay! Hahaha he's just playing with ja west! If he ever tried anything on my...my baby brother I would kick his ass because i'm awesome like that!" Prussia slurs, chuckling.
"Why did you call brother? Do you need me to pick you up?"
"Nah i'm staying the night here." Prussia grumbles. "I'm still pissed Spain isn't staying the night! Tonight was suppose to be our night!"
"Why isn't Spain staying the night?" Germany frowns, having a bad feeling.
"He's about to take Romano home and stay the night at his place. What happen to bros before hoes?" Prussia slurs. "Well...technically Romano is a bro but you know what I mean!"
"Wait! No he can't do that!" Germany's eyes get wide. Who knows what Luciano would do with Spain coming home with a drunken Romano...what if he kills him in his sleep?
"Huh?"
"I mean...he can't do that! This is France's birthday! You guys should be spending it together...I'm sure if you talked to Spain you could convince him to stay the night with you guys. I mean you are awesome...you can do anything." Germany adds this last part to make sure Prussia will be moviated. Now he won't leave Spain alone till he stays the night.
"You know what? Your right west! Fuck it! You hear that France? Spain is staying the night here whether he wants to or not! It's our night! Let's get Spain! See ya baby brother! I'm going to use my awesomeness to get Spain to stay the night and if he says no i'll have to smack a bitch!" Prussia shouts loudly before he hangs up.
Germany sighs putting his cell phone away before rubbing his trembles...his brother is a head ache on it's own.
"Who was that?" England stares at Germany with his eye brow raised. "I heard you mention Spain...what's going on?"
"That was my brother calling from France's birthday party. He was telling me how Spain wasn't staying the night...and how he was going to stay the night at Italy's place with Romano." Germany sees the look of worry on England's face so he quickly waves him off. "Don't worry. I told my brother to convince Spain to stay. My brother won't let him leave."
"Good..." England sighs in relief before he crosses his arms. " that frog invited me to the party but of course I didn't go. How stupid would I be to go to his party? He probably had some sort of trap waiting for me. Probably something to get me back for what I did to Napoleon." England huffs before he starts going on a rant about how he hates France and this and that..Germany couldn't care less.
"Get to work on finding the way into the other world. I don't want to be inactive for long." Germany looks down at the cross that's laying against his chest...the same black cross he's given to feli...that is now around that Demon's neck. "I need to do something. Feli needs me."
"Why don't you go ahead and rest?" England stares at Germany for a moment. "...What is Feliciano to you?"
"What do you mean?" Germany locks eyes with England. "He's my best friend."
"Is that all?" England raises his eye brow at how Germany tenses. "It's alright you know. I won't judge you. Really i'm curious...I've always wondered about your relationship since world war matter what I did you two stayed close...so tell me. Are you two a couple? You must be right? France kept saying that you two aren't together but he's an idiot frog so I know he's wrong."
"...we're not a couple." Germany says a bit bitterly being reminded of his failure.
"Oh...so you two broke up?"
"No. We never were a couple." Germany is starting to get irritated.
"What? That's impossible! You two were only friends this whole time?"
"Ja! Only friends!" Germany snaps, his teeth grinding. "If you don't mind i'm going to leave now-"
"I didn't mean to piss you off Germany." England's voice is a bit smug. "You don't have to be so embarrassed. There's nothing wrong with being with a man. You are talking to a guy who's in a gay relationship-"
"it's not that I'm embarrassed. I would happily tell the world I was with Italy if I was." Germany glares at the wall. "You don't have to rub in what you have." Germany marches out of England's home, not waiting to hear what the Brit has to say. England is a jack ass but he's his only hope. He'll put up with him. Germany isn't embarrassed about his love for Italy...he's ashamed. He's ashamed he feels this way for his best friend. Ashamed that this whole thing is his fault.
Feli...i'm trying my hardest. Please be safe. I need you. I'm sorry i've failed you. Just hang in there. That's a order from your captain.
Though he knows Feliciano can't hear him...he has to speak to him if not...
He'd only have silence.
"Aw don't be mad Lovi." Spain looks over at his lover who is sitting next to him in the passenger seat, his arms crossed, staring out of the window. "It is France's party. They were expecting me to stay the night. Don't worry! I'll come over tomorrow-"
"Don't bother. I'm going to be fucking busy." Romano grunts, his cheeks flushed from the wine and from his anger.
"Ohhh!" Prussia shouts from the back of the car. "Keseses Spain you need some ice for that burn?" Prussia and France high five in the back.
"Oh? What are you going to be busy with Romano?" Spain smiles gently at his lover even though he snapped at him. Spain hasn't had anything to drink. He tends to get angry when he does so it's best he doesn't.
"Fucking stuff. It's done of your damn business." Romano huffs.
"Aww don't be mad at Antonio. It's my fault because it's my birthday oui?" France leans up in his seat, getting closer to Romano, giving him a odd smile.
"Get any closer and i'll rip that fucking beard off your face."
"Romano..." Spain frowns at his lover. "I promise I won't do anything crazy if that's what you're worried about.." Spain stops the car in front of Romano's home, those green orbs still staring at his lover who is glaring out the window. "Are you sure your busy tomorrow? We could go see a movie or-"
"I'm fucking sure." Romano gets out of the car, slamming the door before Spain can say a 'I love you'. Romano marches to his front door, cursing Spain out, knowing he's still parked in front of his house, watching him, making sure he gets into his home because he cares about him. Well fuck Spain. Maybe it's just the wine that's making him so mad but at this point he doesn't care. Spain was suppose to come home with him. He was suppose to make love to him tonight. But no. He lets that stupid albino bastard and frog bastard talk him into staying the night with them.
Romano rips his fist as he fumbles for his keys in his other pocket. Once he finds his house key it takes him awhile to stick it into the key hole. Romano opens the door and walks in, he looks back just to give Spain his middle finger only to see Spain give him a warm smile...just before France wraps his arms around the back of his neck, his face dangerously close to his ear...Spain drives off leaving Romano standing there...his mind running wild with accusations.
"That mother fucker!" Romano slurs as he walks into his home and slams the door, not caring how late it is. It's not like anyone will be here. He's use to this. Silent nights alone.
"What's wrong Lovi?" Romano stops fuming, surprised by the cheerful voice. Romano looks over to his left and can't help to blink when he sees italy sitting on the couch...reading a book? Italy is giving him a bright smile, those eyes lighting up from seeing him...only to dull a bit when he sees the look on Romano's face. "Did something happen?"
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Romano slurs, stumbling a bit, glaring at his brother. "Why...why aren't you with Potato bastard? You think your soooo cool. With your curl on the fucking left side and that book...you think your soooo smart..." Romano doesn't even know what he's saying at this point. "What's with you? I know you want to be with that potato bastard so get the fuck out! Go and be happy and leave me the hell alone! You think...you think you're so great well...fuck you." Romano walks over to the couch, flopping down on it weakly, his head pounding.
"What do you mean Lovi? How much did you have to drink? You look like you're about to be sick." Italy frowns, concern in those eyes as he puts down his book.
"It doesn't fucking matter how much I've had! Don't play dumb! You've always wanted to be with the potato bastard! So why are you still here? I know you want to be away from here! Stop being so weird!" Romano pants, glaring at the ground. His emotions are all out of whack. His heart is beating faster from seeing his brother.
"I don't want to be with him anymore Lovi. I want to be with you. I want to spend time with you. Me and Germany...we're not friends anymore. I'm going to be around the house all the time now. You'll never have to worry about being alone again." Romano's eyes widen a bit at Italy's words, surprised to hear Germany isn't his friend but even more surprised at how Italy's words affected him. Something in him warmed, yearned. Romano watches as Italy walks over to the couch he's on and sits next to him. Italy puts a gentle hand on Romano's back and rubs up and down it softly. Italy looks him deep in the eyes. Those eyes of his little brother...they seem different...but maybe it's just the wine. "You'll never be alone again." Italy repeats this...so softly.
"Idiot..." Romano starts off only for his voice to crack. He can't stop the tears that fall down his cheeks or the way his shoulders shake into his sobbing. He knows why he's crying. Even in his drunken state he knows. He thought for sure he would come home to a empty home. He thought Italy would be gone. He thought he wouldn't come back...that he'd be with Germany. Yet here he is...here when he thought things would go back to normal...with Italy gone and him alone...and yet here Italy is, telling him he'll never have to worry about being alone again...that he's not friends with Germany...it's too good to be true. Romano finds himself wrapping his arms around Italy, crying into his shoulder, gripping him tightly. "You better not be...fucking lying to me...asshole."
"I'm not. You make me happy." Italy whispers in his ear, kissing his ear lob gently. Romano's body heats up but he doesn't push Italy away. He wants his warmth. He wants Italy's words to be true. He wants him to stay and be by his side. He doesn't want to be alone anymore. He wants to feel whole. "Do I make you happy Lovi? Even though I'm your brother?...don't you like my kiss?"
Romano doesn't answer as Italy kisses his forehead, rubbing his back. Romano can't answer because he knows the answer. In his drunken state he can't deny the truth. He likes his brother's kisses. He likes his brother holding him. He likes feeling whole with him...in his drunken state...he can admit it to himself...but not to Italy.
Italy hums like he doesn't have to answer, it's a soft, happy hum as he kisses his forehead again. "Now tell me..." Italy rubs Romano's back. "What's wrong? You came in looking upset."
Romano grips Italy tightly. "...I don't get it. Why are you...being so fucking nice to me? You usually don't give a shit about me..." Romano holds Italy tighter, not wanting to think of Spain right now...wanting to get lost in Italy's warmth.
Italy is quiet a moment. Romano doesn't think he'll answer but then... "I know how it feels to be alone. I understand you. I love what I understand. I understand how it feels to be the less in the eyes of the world. I won't treat you like he did. You're my precious brother...and I love you." Italy grabs Romano's chin and tilts his head up before he kisses him gently on the lips. Romano's eyes widen before they slowly close. He has no will power to fight back. It's wrong. This isn't suppose to happen. He has a boyfriend...and yet Italy's lips feel so right on his own. Italy only kisses him. He doesn't touch him or undress him like Spain would...he only rubs his hair and kisses him...saying comforting things before he falls asleep in his brother's arm...his lips swollen from his brother's kisses...
And his body warm as if he's been kissed by the sun.
"What you mean you can't come over?" America frowns, holding his cell phone to his ear with his shoulder while his fingers work restless on the game controller. "You busy with something tonight? So that means you'll come over tomorrow or something?" America grins when he blows off a zombie's head in the game. Seriously zombie games are kick ass.
"I don't believe so Alfred." England's voice sounds tried, dry. It gets America to frown. "I don't believe we will be able to see each other for quiet some time."
"What? Why?" America gets a bit distracted with England, taking a nasty bite from a zombie on his right but America rapidly taps the 'x' button, decapitating the fucker. "Are you mad about me hitting Mattie with a shovel? Don't worry about him dude! He hasn't gotten up yet but he's fine." America glances over at Canada who is laying down on the couch next to him, his blonde hair fallen back to show off the nasty red mark on his forehead. "Yeah..I'm just hoping he doesn't remember what happened."
"No It's not about that though that was stupid of you." England's voice isn't as smug. America frowns getting worried for some reason.
"So...why aren't we going to hang out for awhile? What's up dude?" America keeps killing his zombies but his blonde eyebrows are furrowed, his ears alert to hear anything England might say.
"I have business to get done."
"What business?"
"That doesn't concern you. Just because you are my boyfriend doesn't change the fact I am Britain and you are America. There are some things that have to be secret."
"Alright I get you, I get you." America grumbles. He understands but it still irritates him. Just a reminder that him and Arthur will never be able to have a normal relationship like humans have. They are countries. They have to keep things to themselves. They also have to be careful. Though they are together they have to make sure to keep anything with their countries out of it. America and Britain are not becoming one. Alfred and Arthur are in love. That's it. That's how they have to keep it. No mitxing government or politics. "So when will this 'business' be done? A couple of days?"
"A month maybe longer-"
"A month?! Dude what the hell! I had all this awesome stuff planned for us! That's such a butt thing to do!" America's eyes widen, he ends up dropping the control getting his character to be eaten by zombies but at this point he doesn't care. "What kind of business takes a month? What do you even do?"
"What do you mean what do I even do? I do a lot of things you git! And like I said it's none of your business! You've seen me enough this past week anyway. Don't you have anyone else to hang out with?" England snaps, taking America aback. America blinks before his eyes narrow.
Oh hell no!
"Of course I do! I'm America! The hero! I have plenty of other people who want to hang out with me!" America glares at the 'game over' on his screen. "You're the one who doesn't have any friends! You hang out with made up unicorns, you jerk!"
"They're not made up, you git! And I have plenty of friends!" England snaps defensively. "You-"
"And I wanted to hang out with you Arthur." America cuts him off, not wanting England going on one of his rants. The line falls silent on the other side. " I have other people I could be hanging out with but I want to hang out with you."
"...Well perhaps you should call those other people up. I'm going to be busy for awhile. Why don't you call Japan? I'm sure he'd like to entertain you... You're distracting me too much!" England shouts the last part out randomly before making a choked sound. "I don't have to explain myself to you! Just leave me alone would you?" England hangs up the phone quickly.
"What the hell was that about?" America stares at his cell phone, glaring at it. What's with England? He said he was coming over today and now all of a sudden he's busy for a month! And then he's insulting him saying he doesn't have any friends! He has plenty of friends! England's the one who talks to imaginary friends! America crosses his arms over his chest, those bright eyes getting glossed over in thought...What's with England really? He was excited to see him but of course he would be a dick.
"U-Ugh..." A voice groans getting America to blink and look over at Canada who is slowly sitting up, the bear that was sitting on his chest is now on his lap. He rubs his head gently wincing. "A-America?...What happened?"
"Dude I have no idea." America says without blinking. Before Canada can say anything else he cuts him off. "You know how I'm dating Arthur right?"
"Y-Yeah you told me all about it..." Matthew mumbles as he frowns, looking around and wincing from the pain in his head.
"Well now he's not coming over today so I have to find someone kick ass to hang out with and post pictures on Facebook so he knows that I have plenty of friends!" America grumbles as he gets his cell phone and starts to call Japan.
"B-But I thought you were hanging out with me...isn't that why I'm here? I can't remember coming h-here actually." Canada frowns, hugging his bear close to his chest.
"I said I need to hang out with someone kick ass Mattie! Besides you're my brother! You don't count!" America waves off his brother who glares at him but it looks more like a pout. Japan picks up the phone. "Hey dude! What you doing? You up for playing some scary ass video games with me?!" America shouts.
"I'm sorry America but I already have plans with Hungary-san. We are going to walk around my country and take pictures together. You are free to join us if you like." Japan's voice is blank as ever.
"Nah dude taking pictures is lame." America wrinkles his nose. "I'll catch you later dude."
"Good bye America-san." Japan pauses. "U-Um...how are you and England doing?" His voice is blank but there's a hint of excitement.
"Alright by Japan!" America doesn't feel like busting Japan's bubble with them already having a bump in their relationship. It was his birthday present after all. "Japan's off being lame with Hungary. They probably taking pictures of gay guys." America grunts, pouting.
"Y-You can't be picky if you want to hang out with people." Canada sighs. "You have to do what they want to do so everyone can have a good time."
"Pssh! Yeah right! Everyone knows what I want to do is best! Everyone has a good time with me so blah!" America sticks his tongue out at his brother. "Okay so Japan's out...who else can I spend my time with?" America starts to head to his contacts only to stop...who else can he call? England is apparently busy for a month, Japan is being a creeper with Hungary, Tony took a trip back to his planet, and sadly he couldn't keep his whale friend here...Huh...well there has to be other people that are his friends! There's Mattie but he's already here and not kick ass. There's France but America doesn't want to spend time with him. He doesn't want to get raped. Prussia is out of the question, that guy thinks he's all that but he's definably not. Not Germany. Defiantly not Russia. Not China..uh...Didn't he just get done with hanging out with someone new?...it was...
America's eyes widen, a grin stretching his lips. How could he forget the man who helped him with getting his dream? America finds Italy's contact and calls him, his grin frozen. This will show England! He has friends! It''s a bit late but he's sure Italy would be up. The phone rings a couple of times before the phone is picked up.
"Hello?" Italy's cheery voice answers.
"Hey dude what's up?" America grins, leaning back on the couch while Canada rubs his head still wondering about what happened to him.
"Nothing...I was laying down with Romano." Italy's voice seems a bit different but hell everyone sounds different on the phone! "Is something wrong America?"
"Nah dude! I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime? England's being a butt and not hanging out with me for a month."
"...Why isn't he hanging out with you for a month ve?"
"He said he's got some business to take care of. He's always doing work so I guess I should have saw this coming. But what's really messed up dude is that he said I don't have any friends! Dude your my friend right?"
"Of course! Ve America's super cool!"
"Hell yeah I am! So how about we hang out...the day after tomorrow? I have some work to take care of tomorrow but than i'll be free!"
"...Sure. That sounds fantastico! I'll see you then." Italy's cheer voice fades when he hangs up the phone. America grins over at Canada who is looking at him as he hugs his bear close to his chest.
"Italy said yes?" Canada's eyes shift.
"Of course he did! I'm the hero after all! Everyone wants to spend time with me!" America grins over at his brother...his grin falters a bit when he sees how Canada is looking down, his long stand of curly hair is limp, those soft blue eyes out of focused. He's so quiet that if America wasn't aware he was here he would never notice him. Even though America acts like he doesn't care that much about his brother he does. He knows when his brother is feeling down. And he knows just what to do. He is the hero after all. "Hey dude you wanna come with me to hang out with Italy?"
"W-What?" Canada looks over at his brother surprised. "But I d-don't know italy like that! I couldn't just show up to his home...that would be rude."
"No it wouldn't! Italy's super nice dude you should know that! You need to get out more anyway!" America grins, patting his brother a little bit too hard on the back. "You're coming with me and i'm not taking no for a answer!"
"O-Oh maple..." Canada frowns, knowing when his brother says that he means It. He rather just go along then America dragging him a long. Besides...going to Italy could be fun. Maybe if he gets out more people will be able to see him as Canada and not America.
America laughs loudly, going back to his zombie game...not aware of what's going on. Not aware of the danger he just put himself and his brother in...
Not aware he just made plans with the devil.
Sorry about taking forever guys! Between college and my boyfriend coming back from boot camp i've been busy. But now my boyfriend is off for more training for another 3 months so i'll have time to tpye. Next chapter is the 2p world. Till then!