Whew! I am back, guys! Sorry I've been gone for a while, exams kinda wore me out. Hope fully I'll get back on my regular schedule.
Prussia: The awesome me would be done with this story by now! Kesesesesese!
Germany: (rolls eyes) Maveriqua owns nothing. Can I go now?
Matthew followed the group of men through the caves. They were sprinkled with fluorescent plants and carvings, but Matthew didn't stop to look at them. He tripped a few times, but tried to keep up. Left, right, sloping up... Suddenly, the caves opened up onto a high cliff. Matthew's jaw dropped. Below the cliff was a sprawling city. They were all colored in teals and blues and reds, a bit faded, but still somewhat bright.
"Whoa," gasped someone behind Matthew. Matthew turned around to see that the expedition had followed him. Elizabeta stepped out. "Is this..."
"I think so," whispered Matthew.
Suddenly, several white clad figures came over the edge of the cliff. Feliciano screamed and clung to his brother, waving a white flag frantically. Lovino was not happy. "Who the hell are these bastards?" he snapped, trying to wrangle Feliciano and calm him down.
"I guess they're from Teplo," said Rodrich.
One of the figures stepped forward. "Salve. Quis estis vos et cūr estis hic?" [Greetings. Who are you and where are you from?]
There was silence. Then Prussia elbowed Matthew. "Your turn, Latin boy."
Matthew stepped forward nervously and polished his glasses. "Um...sumus viatāmus. Audirī sumus de civitate vestra et venīmur videre est." [We are travellers. We heard about your city and came to visit it.]
"I can't understand a damn thing!" muttered Romano.
"Hush!" snapped Elizabeta.
"Look at the translation in the brackets," muttered Hercules.
"Ego sum Ivanus. Ubi a sumus?" [I am Ivan. Where are you from?] asked the man, taking off his mask. It was the man Matthew had seen before.
Matthew thought about how to explain it? Did these people even know they were underground? Probably not, if they had spent their whole lives down here. "Est perlonge." [It is very far.]
The other figures started taking off their masks as well. "Sumus ex vos summam?" [Are you from the surface?] asked a brunette man.
"Torisus est, similis, ineptus," [Toris that's, like, silly.] said a blond man with a crown of flowers in his hair, shaking his head.
"Ita," [Yes] replied Matthew. Toris smiled and the blond man pouted.
Lovino groaned. "Can we please get to the point already?"
"You know we can, like, understand you, right?" said the blond man.
Everyone's jaws dropped while Toris facepalmed. "Feliksus..." [Feliks] he muttered.
Ivan chuckled. "Come, you must meet my father. It has been a long time since we have had visitors." He gestured for them to follow.
Minutes later, the group was rolling down the side of the mountain. People looked out their windows curiously. Some waved while others ducked back inside. Inside one of the trucks, Oliver and Luciano sat. Oliver was frosting a cupcake. "You know love," he said to Luciano, "there weren't supposed to be people down here. We're going to have to change our plans."
Luciano smacked the cupcake out of Oliver's hands. "This. Changes. Nothing," he snapped while Oliver mourned his fallen cupcake comrade.
R.I.P. Oliver's cupcake. Sorry for the short chapter. In the next chapter, we meet the King, well, Czar, of Teplo. Any guesses for who it is?
Ta!