A/N Ugh... fail chapter is fail. Sorry about the late updates, there is this really fun thing called summer that I was enjoying. But now back to being a recluse! YES!
Piggy: .. Er.. okay. Well, I want to thank you all for your stunning and amazing reviews. I've enjoyed watching Weaver freak out every time she got a new one.
I SHOULD BE GETTING AN EDITOR SOON, SO PLEASE; I'M SORRY ABOUT ANY MISTAKES.
Morning light barely streamed through the snow drenched landscape. The blizzard had lasted all night, and still, at five in the morning it persisted.
The Brit yawned, he seriously needed a holiday from Gilbert. How would they even get to Singapore if that Russian pirate practically controlled Eastern Europe?
The scream of a tea kettle jolted him out of his thoughts, he saw an unclothed Feliciano run past him and into the kitchen. Then he heard the faint gasp of a surprised German as the naked Italian sped past him to fetch the tea. Did the git really have to sleep naked?
Arthur rubbed his eyes, trying to clear them of sleep. he had been sitting there for the last bloody half-hour trying to understand what the hell Antonio and Lovino were fighting about, and so far he hadn't come to a conclusion.
"Dammit you bastard! Get off of me!" Lovino screeched as Antonio held him down.
"Lovi.. he didn't mean to..." The Spaniard squeaked, clutching onto the other man's waist as the Italian struggled to attack the Prussian.
"What happened?" Arthur cocked an eyebrow at the two struggling as Gilbert crouched feeding Gilbird seeds.
"Dunno. I think Gilbird might of taken a leak on something." Gilbert shrugged as he held a sunflower seed out to the small yellow bird. Gilbird turned his nose up at the black and white seed, even though Gilbert cooed and tried his best to get the avian to eat it.
"That little cazzo crapped on my tomato!" Lovino yelled, lunging at the two.
"Lovi... that's rude..." Antonio whined as he restrained the angry Italian.
"Hey! Would anyone like so alfredo? I made some!" Feliciano grinned stuffing the creamy pasta into his mouth.
Arthur shrugged, he might as well join the argument; "Who the hell in their right mind eats pasta for breakfast anyway?"
Lovino glared daggers at him; "Well for your information; I do."
"Well for your information; pasta is not a breakfast food." Arthur smirked as Lovino's face turned red and he lunged at him.
"Would you all just shut up!" Ludwig shouted, storming from the kitchen. "We need to decide on how we are going to help them get to their destination."
Via German influence, most of the room's former hum of constant movement had died down. Lovino and Antonio had stopped struggling, Feliciano had stopped munching on pasta, and even Gilbert had paused his attempt at feeding his bird.
Arthur smirked at the rooms shock at the German's outburst: "So why don't we sit down and decided it. Savvy?"
The six of them sat at a small wooden table. The window rattled from the harsh winter air.
Arthur made eye contact with each of them, there had to be a traitor, an odd-one-out; "So, What do you think is a good strategy?"
"Ha, what do you mean you lost them?" A cheerful Russian smiled, digging a dagger hilt-deep into the table.
The two stood in an empty room; the pink and white flower wall-paper slowly peeling to reveal the pipes underneath.
"Brother, you know I would never let that happen." The girl in the blue dress said, beads of sweat forming on her brow.
"But I cannot see them. So I suppose you have them hidden from me, da?" The tall man grinned, vapours of alcohol emitting from his mouth.
"Er... not exactly... So far I only know that they are currently in New York... and in search of a ship." The girl in the blue dress clenched her small calloused hands, she did not want her brother to toy with her.
"Oh really?" He took a long sip from the half-emptied bottle of vodka then set it down with a rough clunk onto the beaten surface of the table. "Then why didn't you find them and kill them already?"
"Brother, there is a blizzard outside; I could get sick or lost-"
Her brother interrupted sharply: "I did not hire you because I felt pity that you were my sister. I hired you because you knew how to kill and you're strong. But I start to doubt you are what you claim to be; Natalya."
"I can kill, brother." Natalya said abruptly.
"Then why are they not dead? I like this game. It is fun, da? I would hate it to end so soon~" The Russian fingered his knife, poking the tips of his gloveless hands; Crimson beads dotting his fingertips.
"I will not disappoint you brother. You know I love you too much to do that."
"I would really hate something bad happen to my dear sister if she failed me.." The scarfed man mumbled into his scarf, seemingly not talking to anyone.
"I-I will not fail you. I have never failed you." Natalya said straightening herself.
"I know," he said lolling his head to one side, silvery-blonde hair falling over his eyes; "But it's never to late."
A/N I'm debating whether or not to throw in a shirtless-pirate-chapter-section later in the story. Try and convince me not to, or that I'm not crazy. -_-'