hey~~~~what's up mio amici, how are you doing?
you see, me and Wolfie(wolfen artist of hetaila) decided to write a story, concerning our chat at the webside. only problem, i don't have a name, can you help me? it's with Romano, Scotland, Prussia and Canada, Spain and a lot of side characters.
and if this hint didn't help, reviews appreciated, thanks.
see ya.~3
p.s. I told Romano that i love him*blushes*but he doesn't know how he feels*sob*oh, well.(from my chat with Wolfie)
"Hey Germany, Ve~"
The tears escaped his eyes, and he let them run down his cheeks, finding no power to move or even to smile at the pictures.
"Italy..."
"Germany," Canada interrupted Germany's memories. "We had found these drawings behind a loose brick in one of the cells in an abandoned prison in Netherlands, but he told me he didn't know about the people hiding in them, and he's sorry for that."
Germany looked up, his eyes are dull, "Where are them?" that's all he wanted to know, he didn't care about apologizes, he just wanted Italy with him, safe. He wanted to hear that they're safe, that there here, but Canada casted his eyes down, regret in his eyes.
"Too late, they weren't there anymore," Canada avoided Germany's intense glare. "But we're still looking. By the look of it, they abandoned it a couple of hours before we came, so they can't be too far," he added hopefully, more to himself, then to Germany, putting his head in his hands, sighing.
Germany sunk into the cushions, tired from the disappointing news, was it a hard wish? For them to be safe? For Italy to be back, to be my friend again? he asked no one in particular, eyes on the mocking white ceiling.
Germany peered at the man next to him, Canada looks devastated, he noted, probably because of Romano. He knew of their friendship from Italy's rumbling, he smiled bitterly at the memory, so of course Canada would be heartbroken from his disappearance. Suddenly, he felt the anger fade, and sympathy and compassion for Canada grew in him, so he patted Canada's shoulder, right now, we are at the same boat, he thought.
"Thanks for what you did," he gave the tiniest of smiles to him, and Canada smiled sadly at him.
He wished that he could help, Gott, please give me a chance to hel-
BEEP~~~~BEEP~~~~BEEP~~~~
The phone startled both of them, causing Canada to fall off from the chair and Germany's heart to miss a beat, Germany answered the phone in fury.
"What the hell is going on? Is it normal to call someone in the middle of the night?" Germany yelled at the phone, the response was a yelp and a laugh.
He froze, shocked, he knew that yelp…
"Hahaha, I'm sorry to call you this late, but I wanted to tell you something," the voice was a bit muffled, but still sent chills down his spine. "You see, if you want that back, you won't find it where you looking for now, believe me, I know where he's."
Germany hissed, in shock, can it be? "Are you the one who took them?" The announcement made Canada jump in surprise.
"Well, maybe that's the case…" the man laughed, and Germany started to get really pissed from that laugh. "If you touched any of them or harmed them in any way, I'll kill you and feed you to the wolfs, now WHERE are you?"
"Hahaha,"That laugh again, Germany wished that he could just rip that Scheißer's guts. "These little things are at the last place you'll look for."
Last place I would look at? "Don't play games with me, tell me NOW," he had enough of this old man slyness and of his really thick Italian acc..ent…?
A switch switched in his head, of course. The last place you look… "Hey, where are you in Italy?"
"Oya?" the man faked a surprise tone. "Have I already been found out? I must be getting old. You want them back, saint guy? Come and get them. But remember, bring the other nations. I would like to talk to them, too. Goodbye, my friend…"
"I'm NOT your frie-"
Beep~ beep~ beep~ The line was cut.
"That Arschloch, when I see him, he's dead," Germany tossed the phone back.
"Well," Canada's voice startled Germany, he had totally forgotten about him. "I think we should tell the others, I have a bad feeling about this."
Germany half nodded, still in shock. They're at their land, and the guy seems Italian. So why does he want to harm them? They're his country, it's unreasonable. And even so, why does he want everyone to come? What's his purpose?
...*...*...*...*...
Canada noted Germany's stress during the phone call, and when he heard the news, he was thrown back at the seemingly stupid action, to hide in their homeland? They can run away from any time they want, but then, why haven't they done it already? Has he done something to them to not be able to escape even in their homeland? Oh, Romano, please be safe…
Romano couldn't move one bit, his limbs limp when he was unconscious.
I feel like I am in some kind of jelly, or in a suffocation cotton, that stupid oxygen remover bastard.
I don't like this. one. bit.
I don't know how long I being in this state, remembering all the events until that bastard decided to drug me. I remember the times I would wake up, fogginess ruling my vision, hearing the beeping next to me. I looked up from my place, somewhat surprised to see every time the TV showing the entrance of the hospital.
One of the times I woke and saw a familiar hazy shape in the TV, so I blinked and flinched in horror to see my fratello walking hand to hand with that bastard, coming into the hospital.
stupido, don't come here, I desperately screamed at the TV, get away from here...
But I didn't get a chance to see my brother, due to doctor bastard who drugged me again, scolding me for being a bad boy, waking up when my brother is here...
Why do they keep me drugged, especially when fratello is visiting, I need to tell him, to get away. What's that hood bastard's plan? I knew that we were in Italy-South Italy, to be exact- so that's why? So I would be unable to run away?
Dammit, I wish that Potato bastard and Tomato bastard will hurry and save us, I wonder if Canada will also help us. Oh Dio dammit, I need to snap Veneciano out of the hood bastard control or whatever he did to him. Wake. up. Romano!
...
Why can I suddenly able to feel my limbs? Why am I breathing? Wait a minute...
"I'm awake?" His voice sounded rough and rusty, but he was awake, completely awake.
Finally...
He sat up slowly, his limbs cracking, screaming in neglect, but he pushed himself into sitting. He looked around, his mind is clear for the first time in forever, how long have I been drugged?
He saw the TV, and he knew he had no time to lay around, I need to get out of here, he stood slowly, swinging around as his legs were unmovable and he couldn't walk.
He fall back to the bed, exhausted. If I can't even stand, how can I run away? He was lost in thoughts when the door opened and two doctors walked inside, the minute they saw him, they froze in awe.
"You're not suppose to be awake," Romano looked up, noticing the doctors, then panicked, trying to reach the door, finding new powers in him, with the adrenaline's help. The doctors held him firmly, and while he screamed and struggled to get free, I'm getting out of here, I want to see everyone, fratello, one of the doctors called someone, and shortly after, he found himself confined to the bed, still screaming, still struggling.
"You need to sleep, NOW," shit, they're trying to drug me again, the needle entered the skin, and he immediately fell limp once more, shit, shit, shit, I'm sorry fratello, I promise, next time I'll...
...*...*...*...
"Ve~ papa?" Feliciano skipped next to his father, and Henry returned him a smile. "Yes, my son?"
"When will fratello wake up?" Feliciano glanced a bit sadly at his shoes. "Ve~ I want to ask him about our childhood, and to hear his voice again."
Henry patted his shoulder, when his phone ringed. Confused, he answered it, "Yes?"
"He woke up," the doctor sighed. "It was a pain in the ass to drug him again, he was fighting a lot," Henry frowned a bit at this.
"Then it seems he's growing resistance to the medicine, change it," he closed the phone, faking a sad smile at Feliciano. "It seems Lovino woke up for a bit, but then fell asleep again, I'm sorry," Feliciano's eyes widened up, somewhat a bit darkly.
"Can we go to see him? Maybe he will wake up again," he skipped around. Henry laughed a bit and ruffled his hair, "Of course we can, caro. Lets go."
"Will we see Ludwig and the others?" Feliciano smiled darkly now, and Henry took his hand, smiling. "Of course we will. In fact, they're coming very soon."
"Ve~ finally~ it's great," Feliciano's dark note vanished. The hood man smiled darkly.
The glass has finally cracked. The revenge is coming soon. Huh, Rome?
cliff hanger, cliff hanger, hahahaha. I love torturing you, ksesesese.
anyway here's translations:
Scheißer- bastard(German)
Arschloch-asshole(German)
caro-dear(Italian)
anyway, Israel's birthday is coming, this Thursday. Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to Israel, Happy birthday to you~ love you Israel.
but on Wednesday, the memorial day for the fallen soldiers and the murdered at the Hostilities, Ye'hi S'mam baru'h(יהי שמם ברוך, May their Names be blessed).
see you next week.
p.s. i should had told you before, but start comparing the dream, maybe you find some clues*smirks evilly*
