Dear Italy,
I thought I'd try and soothe you or something. As I've said before I don't usually do this. Plus, it's written so it sort of loses it's affect. But this is a song Otets used to sing to me:
"Why do you stand, swaying
Oh slender birch tree
With your head bent
To your very stem?
But across the road
Across a wide river
Similarly lonely
Stands a tall oak tree.
How can I, birch tree,
Clamber over to the oak tree?
I wouldn't bend and sway then as I do now,
I wouldn't bend and sway then as I do now,
With my slender branches,
I would lean against him
And with his foliage
I would whisper day and night."
But you see, Feli, unlike the birch tree, you are not alone. All these people that write you letters are here for you. Remember that.
With love,
June Braginski-Jones
The Alaskan Territory
By this time, he can not talk for his mouth is sown almost shut, but not quite so when he DOES eat he can, but it is sown and he can not talk loudly. He smiles weakly, hearing this song. He wants to scream, move, to do something but these limbs make it impossible. "Tha...u...A...l...a...ka..." He softly said with letters that are barely formed correctly. "Tha...n...k...you." He wanted to stay positive as long as he can, and then maybe just maybe his sorella can open the door to stop this mess. With the song, it relaxed it. He felt a little better hearing it than not, but then again it's hard to be so happy when your arms are getting sown.
Oh Dios fratello! I tried finding you again, but the door won't open! Why are you in the basement? Please let me in! You're screams are killing me Feli, what is happening? Should I call Germany? Japan? Think Positive Ita-chan, remember when you, me and Roma had that picnic at the beach? And it started raining? So we ran around and sung songs, even Romano joined in! Think of those times, just do anything you can to open this door!
Love: a very frantic Sicilia
I was able to slip this under the door, funny how letters can change a situation
He chuckled a little with the space he had. He couldn't answer her much or even loud enough for her to hear, but he still read the letter anyways and it made things more than happier. He smiled a little, but it hurt to do so. He couldn't exactly help it. It was a fun moment indeed.
"HEY BASTARD GET OUT OF OUR SPOT!" Romano cursed like normal, especially now when the man ran off taking something from him. Sicily sat on the hot sand, laughing as he watched her brothers. Italy was busy trying to get Ice Cream (which turned out to be a hassle) and Romano busy screaming. What they all never saw was the Bad Touch Trio. Prussia came bursting to Italy screaming.
"DID YOU MISS THE AWESOME ME?" He screamed. Italy grew scared and ran off.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I HAVE FAMILY IN BROOKLYNN!"
"O-Oi! I wasn't going to hurt you..yet! Kesesesesese!" He raced on after Italy. Then came Romano cursing at both the man AND Spain.
"Fusososo!" Spain tried calming him but Romano refused until he got his way which caused a stir. France was busy bugging poor Sicily at the time, until Italy rushed back, running into France and Sicily. Romano got both his brother and his sister off and immediately started arguing with the Frenchman and the Prussian.
"LAY YOU FRENCH-BASTARD HANDS OFF MY SORELLA AND YOU, POTATO-BASTARD, GET AWAY FROM MY FRATELLO OR YOU'LL GET IT!" Of course...it ended up causing them to be removed from the beach, but other wise it was rather fun. (At least in Italy's view)
Mexico: -knocks on door- hello, is anyone there?
Sicily rushed over to Mexico without much thought and pulled her down. "My family is in the basement, you HAVE to help me get them out! I can't break the door.
He despite his body wanting to fade, he kept on. "So...Sorella..." He couldn't say who to get, or tell her how to get in there, but he kept on staying awake not knowing that she rushed out to get Mexico. He had stayed awake for the door. With what little strength he had, he helped her open the door (using his memories) "Top...lock..hit it." He said it a little louder. "To-Mph!" The doll shut him up completely this time, by making him the worst pain ever. He couldn't respond. He only wished to be free again. If that was possible.
I cried mostly too.