AAAAAAAHHHH I am such a liar this is SOOOOOOO late! XD ok well um heres part 2 which is the sinking(after like...a month since Titanic day...oh well.) OH BTW I looked at the traffic thingy for this story and noticed all the hits it gets o.o like 450ish! Now if only everyone can put in reviews 3 those of you who do review, thank you so much! I appreciate it greatly!
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April 15th 1912, 12:15 am
Thomas Andrews ran to the boat deck where crew members were setting up the lifeboats; much to his dismay only a few passengers were on deck with their life-jackets. He went up to Charles Lightoller, the nearest officer.
"Where are all the passengers?" he asked frantically.
"They're all inside. Its to bloody cold out here for them." he blew his whistle and pointed to a distant crew member. "Hey you! Come with me now!" he yelled leaving Thomas to try to get passengers on his own.
He turned around and headed to the door that would lead to the interior of his doomed creation; trying to keep calm in his panicking body.
2 hours...
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"What seems to be the problem captain?" Marconi Operator, Jack Phillips was the first to ask when he noticed the grim expression on their captains face.
"I want you men to send out this message to nearby ships." he said handing them a small yellow note with Morse Code scrawled on it.
"C.Q.D...Sir?" he looked back up at the captain.
Harold Brides eyes also widened and he to looked to the man who merely took off his hat and looked down gravely.
"Tell whoever responds that we're going down by the head and acquire immediate assistance." he said simply and walked off.
Jack looked to Harold with a look of shock. They stayed like that for a moment before he went straight to sending out the message.
"Bloody hell..."
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Arthur and Francis separated themselves from the other 3 nations and left to find the Italian brothers and the Spaniard and Arthur's brother.
"I will go find my dear Antonio. Surely 'e would be with ze other two." The Frenchmen said starting to go where he thinks they may go.
"Fine. I'm going to look for Scott." he went to the direction his cabin was, assuming his brother might been around there looking for him.
In the process he did his best to try to get other passengers to get their life-jackets on and head to the boat deck. A task much easier said than done. Every few minutes he would look to his watch and count down to the estimated time the ship would go down, he thought he felt every little shift the ship had made as it began to go down more and more, flooding every room from the bottom up. He has been on a sinking ship before, its never fun, though he was used to it by this point. But he has only really sunk twice in the Atlantic Ocean, both of which he was close to land. Not like this, not in the middle of the Atlantic with 2200 other innocent souls.
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Elizaveta, Roderich and Gilbert headed to the cabins to gather warmer clothing. He didn't notice it before until now, and that realization made him suspicious.
"Gilbert...vhat are you doing here?" Roderich asked the silver haired nation.
Elizaveta felt her heart stop momentarily until Gilbert spoke on his behalf.
"Oh chill, Roderich. I'm here for some time off like the rest of you. Vhen I saw my old friends I thought you vould need mein awesomeness around you!" he said with his obnoxious grin.
Elizaveta knew that was only half the truth, and hoped he wouldn't reveal the other, more dangerous, half. But he didn't say anything and Roderich didn't seem to press further, merely rolling his eyes and grabbing Elizaveta's hand and leading her to the their suite. They entered it, Elizaveta quickly going to the closet and grabbing her fur overcoat. She grabbed gloves and began putting them on when Roderich walked back into the bedroom, holding 2 life-jackets. She looked to him with concern in her eyes.
"Roderich...? Do you truly believe this ship is in danger?" she asked nervously.
He was silent for a moment before responding. "I am not sure Elizaveta..." he said grabbing her hands. "But I'll be damned if I let something happen to you..." he pulled her into an embrace. She felt a sinking feeling in her gut as she faced Gilbert who was standing directly behind Roderich. He looked away trying to hide his sadness. Which only served to further quilt Elizaveta. He let go of her and gave her a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and grabbed her hand to leave to the deck. She grabbed it and held it tightly.
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"Hurry up tomato-bastard!" The older Italian barked, pulling his younger brother with the Spaniard behind him.
"Fratello...your hurting my arm..." Feliciano whimpered.
"Lovi...i think you should take it easy with your brother..." Antonio suggested.
"Not until I find out what the fuck is going on!" he snapped back pulling his brother harder.
He found someone in uniform standing near lifeboat and confronted him.
"Hey! What is going on? why have the damn engines stopped?" he asked attempting to suppress his anger.
The officer payed no mind to his language and looked around nervously. As though debating whether or not to tell him the news. Figuring it wouldn't be to much damage he gestured for Lovino to move in closer.
"We have struck an iceberg and were told to set the lifeboats ready for passengers. I fear it may be bad sir..." he trailed off.
It took a moment for Lovino to realize what he had just been told. When he did so, his eyes widened with fear and anger. He turned around and began spouting curses about a certain Englishmen.
"That damn, no good, lousy, midget, bastard of a asshole!" he yelled, drawing some attention to himself. Italy tugged on his sleeve with a look of anxiety written all over his innocent face. Lovino looked at him and softened.
"What happened, Lovi?" Antonio asked.
Lovino looked up to the green eyed nation and sighed.
"the damn ship might be in danger..." he groaned. "we are being put into lifeboats.."
It was Antonio's turn for his eyes to widen. He looked around panicking, unsure of what to do. He turned to the younger Italian, who's eyes had began to fill with tears. He quickly grabbed onto Lovino's arms and he sobbed.
"Oh no no no no no Fratello...!" he cried, squeezing the elder brother's arm tighter.
Lovino looked no better. If Antonio hadn't known any better he would have thought that Lovino was slowly getting closer to him. He quickly went back to the uniformed man they spoke to.
"May we please get on a lifeboat, sir?" Antonio asked with urgency.
The officer frowned and shook his head. Gesturing to a group of passengers.
"Women and children first, sir. Captain's orders." he responded then continued to gather the few passengers that were actually on deck.
Antonio went back to the trembling Italians and frowned.
"I am so sorry...looks like we'll have to wait for our turn to board..." he said reluctantly.
Lovino simple looked down with a look of anger. Feliciano, who was clutching onto his brother like a life-line, looked up at Antonio with teary eyes.
"Big brother Antonio...whats going to happen?"
Antonio couldn't say anything. He couldn't say anything to soothe the brothers. Nor to bring up their spirits. So he simply embraced them both and shielded them from the cold air.
Francis didn't see why so many had a hard time getting passengers into boats. He knew it was women and children first. So as he looked for his best friend and the 2 Italians, he charmed women into getting into lifeboats. When they had refused due to it being to cold, or not seeing danger, he simply looked into their eyes and told them to go. They all nearly melted at his touch and did as he had requested. When he was in the process of convincing a women to get off the ship, in the corner of his eye he noticed the 3 people he had been searching for. Quickly, he made his way to them and hugged all 3 of them. Lovino felt the Frenchman's touch and punched him.
"The hell are doing, frog bastard!" He cursed.
Antonio noticing it was Francis pulled him into a hug.
"Francis! Your all right!" he said with glee
"oui...zat is atleast I was until petite Lovino punched me in ze ribs..." he sighed holding the area that was injured.
Lovino crossed his arms, with Feliciano still holding onto him, and sweared.
"Not my fault I can't trust you anywhere near me or my brother..."
Francis merely laughed while still holding his side. But reality came crashing back and he looked out to where the lifeboats were being set out.
"I suggest we try looking for ze other nations. Best we all try to stick together until we all depart."
They all merely nodded and contemplated where to look.
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Harold Bride sped walked to where the bridge in hopes of finding the captain. After some looking back and forth he finally found the elderly man and went up to him. He tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sir, Carpathia is heading their way here. Full speed for them sir." he said giving him the telegram.
"Is she the only one that responded?" he asked looking at the piece of paper.
"Only one close sir...said they'll be here in 4 hours..." he hesitated.
"4 hours?" he shouted. Eyes wide.
Bride stood there momentarily unsure of what to do. The captain sighed and looked at the paper then back at Harold.
"Thank you Bride..." he said dismissing the Marconi Operator.
April 15th, 1912. 12:50 am
Arthur was racing down the hallway at this point. He had felt a huge shift in the ship and knew it wouldn't be long until the ship went under. He banged on all the doors, shouting for any passengers still in the cabins to leave and go on deck. He was still looking for his brother in the process.
"Please sir and or ma'am! Go to the boat deck immediately!" he shouted as he banged on another door.
As he started to run down a corridor he bumped into someone slightly taller than himself. He fell back and rubbed his head. He was about to curse the man out when he realized it was Scott. He jumped up and pulled his brother into an embrace.
"Scott! Thank God I finally found you!" He never thought he would actually be saying this to one of his brothers.
Scott merely nodded and gestured to the opposite side of where they were.
"We should probably get to the boat deck now."
Arthur hesitated and looked at his watch. They didn't have much time. He looked to his brother and nodded. They both ran back into the direction of the boat deck.
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"Ma'am you have to get into the lifeboat!"
"I'll go in when I damn feel I need to!"
"But..."
"No 'buts' sonny. I am not going in until I help more get in." Margret exclaimed as she helped other women into the lifeboats.
Officer Lowe was really beginning to lose his patience. He looked around and ordered a few strong crew members to carry her into a lifeboat. Before she could object, the boat began to lower. She growled in anger. She hated feeling like a damsel in distress. She took notice of a few women in her boat who looked lost. As though they had lost their meaning to go on. She sighed and decided to keep her mouth shut for now.
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"Mommy? Where are we going?" Loraine asked as she clutched her doll.
The older women simply held onto her child's hand and remained silent.
"are we suppose to go on the smaller boats mommy? I tink thats what the man said mommy.." she continued.
She looked down to her daughter and let a tear roll down her cheek. She stroked her daughters hair as tears fell.
"We need to look for your brother. Once we do...we can all go...together..." she looked to the bow had saw how submerged by water it had become. She tightened her hold on her hand and continued looking.
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In the cramped Marconi room, Jack Phillips continued sending out the distress message. He waited and waited until more ships could say they were nearby to come help. Unfortunately, only Carpathia was close enough thus far.
"Hey Jack...you should try S.O.S.." Bride suggested half-jokingly.
Jack looked at him for a moment and thought about it. It was new, short, easier to type. He looked up to Bride and tried a smile.
"We may never get another chance to use it..." Bride said sadly
Jack nodded and went on to send out S.O.S.
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The 3 Germanic nations ran through the crowds of people and to the lifeboats. As time went by, the passengers began to realize the seriousness of The Titanic's situation. When they were by the lifeboats they heard a gun being shot out 3 times into the air. Officer Lightoller was now pointing a gun into the crowd of passengers.
"Back! Back I say! All of you stay back, or I'll shoot you all like dogs! Keep order here! Keep order I say!" he threatened. Once he saw them all stay where they were he turned around to Officer Lowe and handed him the gun and loaded it.
"Officer Lowe. You man this boat." he saluted.
Lowe nodded and hid the gun and began talking to the crowd.
"Is everyone alright? Nobody panic..." he tried keeping everyone calm/
"I need only women and children.." he continued.
Gilbert and Roderich looked at Elizaveta, which made her feel uneasy.
"Vhat is it?" she asked cautiously.
"Get into the boat Elizaveta..." Roderich said.
She gave him a odd look and then saw that Gilbert shared the same expression as Roderich. She began shaking her head, feeling tears threatening to emerge.
"No...i refuse.." she said adamantly.
Roderich held her hands and stared into her eyes.
"Elizaveta...my love...you must go. Those lifeboats are the safest things here...you saw how fast this ship is sinking..." he tried convincing her.
Still she shook her head.
"No...Not unless you two are vith me..." she yelled, her voice cracking.
Gilbert groaned and grabbed her by the shoulders and squeezed them. His sharp red eyes piercing her green eyes.
"Eliza...You are going on that boat...even if me and Roderich have to drag you in there ourselves..." he said sternly.
She wanted to refuse again but noticed that Roderich hadn't objected to what Gilbert threatened to do. She stared at both of them for a moment and allowed her shoulders to sag in surrender.
"Ok..." she said quietly.
Gilbert's expression softened and he hugged her. He wanted to kiss her, but realized that the Austrian was still by them, so he simply pulled away and gave her a nod. Roderich took hold of her hand and led her to the lifeboat. Right before she set foot in it, the Austrian man pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Her eyes automatically shut closed and she felt tears roll down her already tear-stained cheeks. When the kiss ended she found her self looking at Gilbert again. Her heart felt as though it was going to rip. She didn't want to leave. She couldn't leave the, God she couldn't believe she was going to say this, 2 men she loved so dearly. She sat in the boat and watched them for as long as she could. Next to Gilbert and Roderich stood John Jacob Astor. His wife Madeline sat in front of Elizaveta and looked up to her husband in desperation. He went to the officer in charge and asked.
"Would I be able to board? My wife, she is pregnant and may need me at her side..." hope evident in his voice. The officer shook his head.
"Sorry Sir. Women and children only.."
John nodded and looked down to his wife. She was about to cry. He pulled off his gloves and threw them so she caught them.
"I will see you soon on the rescue ship, my love."
She held the gloves close to her chest and she stroked her baby bump. Elizaveta couldn't help but feel touched at the scene before her. Before they knew it they were being lowered into the dark abyss. She couldn't keep her eyes off the 2 men still on deck. They stood in the same spot watching her being lowered away from the doomed ship. When they were no longer in sight, she allowed herself to cry.
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April 15th, 1912. 1:30 am.
J Bruce Ismay looked around frantically. He had been helping Officer Murdoch send off lifeboats but he also noticed the majority were going away.
"We need more passengers!" he shouted.
Ismay stood there debating what to do.
"Anyone else then?" he yelled again.
Ismay quickly sat in the lifeboat just as Murdoch was about to lower it. Murdoch stared at him for awhile deciding whether to kick him off or to let him go. Ismay felt himself pale and his heart pound as he anticipated the officer's decision. Then Murdoch raised hands signaling the men in charge of lowering the lifeboat.
"Lower away, left and right together." he commanded.
Ismay sighed in relief as he felt the lifeboat being lowered and away from the sinking giant. What he didn't realize was that the majority of those in the lifeboat had been staring at him in disbelief. As though the devil himself had just sat there with them.
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This was not good. Not good at all. The majority of the lifeboats had already left and so many were still on board. Antonio kept looking around taking notice of the chaos going around. He still had the trembling brothers with him and Francis. They have been looking for a lifeboat in what felt like eternity. When they finally found an open one, it was nearly being swamped my desperate men wanting to survive. The officer in charge had his gun out trying to maintain order.
"Keep back! Women and children only! Back damn you!" he shouted, gun still in hand.
"Bastards why won't you let us on and have a chance!" a steerage passenger shouted.
"I said stay back!" he barked
"Bastards!" he seethed.
Suddenly a passeger had jumped down from where he was near the collapsible and pushed the 3rd class passenger close to the officer, causing him to panic and shoot. Leaving him on the boat deck with a pool of blood slowly growing around him. Many passengers gasped, while surrounding officers continued to try to maintain order. Officer Murdoch looked at his hands. Then back at the gun. Then to now dead passenger. He gulped and looked up to see many passengers staring at him in a mixture of anger and fear. This wasn't suppose to happen. He couldn't handle it. He looked to Officer Lightoller and gave a salute. For a moment, Lightoller was confused but then he saw Murdoch point the gun to himself. He quickly tried to go to him.
"No Will!" he screamed.
But it was to late. He pulled the trigger and was now floating in the the water less than 5 feet below of where they stood. Lightoller looked to where his friend was and tried to regain composure. He quickly went back to trying to keep order and giving orders. Antonio just stared at the scene they had unfolded and he felt scared. Not for himself but for his little Italians. In the corner of his eye he saw what looked like a women's overcoat and hate laying about near a deck chair. It must have been abandoned after news of a iceberg came about. He then looked to the Italians and back at the clothes. He grabbed it and began putting it on Feliciano. He knew Lovino's pride was to much to allow himself to wear such things. Feliciano on the other hand...
"H-Hey Tomato-bastard! What are you doing to my brother!" Lovino cursed.
"I am ensuring his safety, Lovi.." he said buttoning up the coat.
Feliciano looked up in confusion.
"Big brother Antonio...?" he asked slowly
"Listen to me Feliciano, when you go up there you are to pretend your a women ok? Keep yourself hidden under the hat and only speak when you need to, comprende?" he asked the younger.
Feliciano was silent for a moment and finally nodded.
"Si..." he mumbled.
Antonio smiled and hugged the Italian. He then turned to Lovino and looked at him straight in the eyes.
"Lovino..." he started.
Lovino glared at Antonio, afraid of what he was going to tell him.
"what do you want bastard?" he growled.
"Please Lovino, this is serious. I need you to go with your brother." he sighed.
"What do you mean, idiota? they won't let any men on a lifeboat! And I refuse to where girls clothes!" he shouted.
Antonio simply sighed.
"You go with Feliciano and say the he is your sister. Make them feel guilty and let you on board." It was probably a cruel thing to do but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Lovino paused and thought about it for a moment. He didn't say anything, just simply nodded and grabbed hold of his 'sister's' hand. He went up to the officers and put on the best sad look he could muster.
"Sir, may I please go on board with my sister? We lost our parents somewhere on the ship and I'm all she has left in the world..." he lied through his teeth easily.
The officer thought about it momentarily but frowned.
"I'm sorry sir but orders are..." he got cut off
"Sir I beg of you..!" he allowed crocodile tears to flow. "She literally has no one left but me! We have no other family or friends. So please..." he begged.
The officer sighed and motioned them to the lifeboat.
"Go on then..." he said in defeat.
They quickly made their way into the boat and looked up to see Antonio and Francis standing there on the deck watching them. Feliciano immediately began to cry and buried his face into Lovino's shoulder. Lovino stared at Antonio for a moment and saw him wave at them. The sad look that was so foreign on the Spaniard's face made Lovino look away and try to hold back real tears.
Francis and Antonio stood there and watched the lifeboat descend into darkness.
"That waz brave of you, Antonio..." Francis finally said.
"I was only thinking of their safety." Antonio said.
Francis looked at him and patted him on the back.
"Come on. Lets see if we can't somehow survive ourselves."
Antonio nodded and started heading to where the collapsibles would be.
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Arthur and Scott were running down one of the first class dining rooms about to go on deck. Just as they saw the exit they stormed to it. But Arthur suddenly stopped in his tracks as he saw a certain man staring into a fireplace, lost in thought.
"Mr. Andrews..." Arthur said.
Scott took notice and sorrow filled his heart. Thomas looked at the 2 nations and looked apologetic.
"I am so sorry...i couldn't live up to my word..." he said finally after a moment of silence.
"It isn't your fault, Mr. Andrews..." Scott assured.
"Please come with us to a lifeboat..." Arthur pleaded.
Thomas simply stood there staring at the clock that was on top of the fireplace.
"I'm quite alright here. You two should go try for it though." he said calmly.
"But Mr. Andrews..." Arthur began.
"I assure you i'm quite fine where I stand..." he said again.
Scott pulled at Arthur's arm signaling him that they should go. Arthur pulled his arm from Scott and went up to Andrews and held out his hand. Thomas took it and shook it. Like he had when they first met a few days prior.
"It has been good to meet you, Thomas." Arthur said.
"Pleasure was all mine, Arthur." Thomas responded.
They both gave each other a sad smile and let go of each others firm grips. The 2 nations finally left, leaving the Irishmen with his thoughts.
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Willy looked about as more passengers began to panic. He then looked to his band and nodded.
"I think we are all done here." he said sadly.
Everyone simply agreed reluctantly and began saying their final farewells to each other. Hugging and picking up their instruments. As they all began to leave, Willy stood there with his violin and began playing a certain hymn that seemed to fit the current situation. "Nearer My God to Thee". The other band members heard the hymn being played and they all looked at each other. In silent agreement, they all made their way back to Willy and began to play with him, their final song. As the song played, many passengers and crew were fighting to survive. The water had finally reached up mid-way of the deck, the entire bow completely submerged. Officer lightoller and a few others were trying to get collapsible B down and set up but with great difficulty. Captain Smith walked into the Marconi room and found the 2 operators frantically sending out distress signals.
"You men are relieved of your duty. You have done enough, and I thank you for all your hard work. Now its every man for himself." he said then leaving the 2 operators.
They looked at each other but then Jack went straight back to work. Harold tried getting him to go with him but he wouldn't budge. So he decided to stay and also help try to get more ships attentions.
Ida and Isador Straus stood on deck holding each other tightly as the band played on. Ida had refused to leave Isador's side, and Isador had refused to board when offered a seat in a lifeboat. They looked as the chaos around them ensued. They would stay together until the end.
Arthur and Scott were running trying to find a way to a collapsible boat or atleast a way off the ship safely. When they went aft they saw Antonio, Francis, Gilbert and Roderich trying to bring down a collapsible. They ran to help but loud snaps erupted through the air and Arthur felt a sharp hit him. His world quickly went to black and he faintly heard several voices crying his name.
He couldn't see anything anymore. He couldn't feel anything. Couldn't feel anything but the stabbing pain piercing his body. He felt as though his lungs were about to burst but he couldn't move. He couldn't remember what had happened. Where was he? Why was it so cold? He didn't know. He was so numb his mind didn't know what to make of anything. He then felt, finally felt, something pulling him and taking him away from some of the stabbing he felt. He then felt himself being laid down on something hard. Voices. He heard other voices. He wasn't alone. That was good, right? He still couldn't see though. His eyes keeping themselves completely shut. The voices around him were saying different things at one time, he couldn't comprehend. Except for one certain, familiar voice that erupted causing everyone else to be silent.
"Shes' gone..."
Then his mind went completely black.
