Chapter Eight: Leaving
Um, wow. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my HetaOni story has me a bit distracted, plus I've lost like half my inspiration for this. Don't worry, I'll still be updating, it just may take a bit longer than usual. Will you still read anyway? Please? At least help with my writer's block? PLEASE? I really do want to continue this it's just…
And I'm sorry if you wanted to see the party and the search and blah, but this is what happens when you don't like your idea and no one helps you with writers block. Seriously? I thought SOMEONE could help me…
Oh, and to make this chapter even more uplifting, listen to "My Immortal" by Evanescence while you read! Like I did when typing this…
Disclaimer: Still don't own a thing.
"Really, what were you thinking!?" Austria shouted as Hungary herded him inside. The young Italian didn't answer. "Well!?"
"I heard what you said to Ms. Hungary!" The outburst startled the couple. "Wh-what I said!? Italy, p-please, that was days ago, I can't remember-!"
"Then let me remind you!" Italy said harshly. "'I don't like him at all! He sleeps all the time, he sneaks food around, is loud, und-' " He accented it harshly and mockingly. "-always wants messy pasta! I want him gone!'" His eyes were slightly teary.
"I-Ita… P-please, I-I didn't- If you'd heard what I said next-!"
"If I heard what you'd said next I wouldn't have been so careful when I jumped out my window!" Hungary and Austria stared at him in shock. What he'd just suggested…
Austria turned around swiftly. "Hungary. Take him und some proper supplies to his home in Italy," he ordered in a dull tone.
"Austria…? He doesn't have-"
"To his brother, then! Just go, now!" he shouted, not daring to turn around and show his tears. "R-Rod-!"
"You told me Spain kept him! He wasn't there, so I couldn't go!" Italy shouted. "… Let's go, Ita," Hungary said sweetly. He stood still the entire time they were gone. When they were back, he heard someone walk out. After that came the light, almost inaudible footsteps that slowly walked up behind him.
"Mist… Austria, I… I used to think you cared. You said you did, but… I know you don't really, now." Strike one. "You told me Fratello wasn't at my home. My home which isn't here." Strike two. "Now, I… I don't think I care. About you, I mean. I don't think I ever can. In fact, I… You might be the one person I hate." Strike three. Austria forced his body to keep up long enough for Italy to get out of the house. Then he collapsed on the ground, crying his heart out.
He wanted to take back the untrue remarks, to tell Italy he loved him like a son. He wanted to apologize for the lie, to send him home to his brother and provide undying protection for them forever. He wanted to tell Italy about Holy Rome before he found out and hated him more.
But most of all, he wanted Italy to still be here. Hungary would be here, yes, and she was beautiful. But she was no adorable child to love in another way, not an innocent bright light. And they had known each other for centuries, he'd only known Italy for a few hundred years.
Austria could admit it: he was a miserable, lonely man.
And here we go! So glad my first update on this in forever is totally NOT depressing. Hey, I'm really just glad to get you guys a new chapter. Ya know, you, single person who ACTUALLY cares… Well, I'm going to try to update this again soon, but I can make no promises. Please guys, give this a fav, follow, comment, suggest a friend, just give this something to let me know you care!
