"Mmmng."
"Mnnnn…"
"Ueh?"
"Huh?" The master bedroom was dark and it was cold, oh right, Canada's power had been knocked out last night during the ice storm. He rolled over in bed, facing the wall of warm and inching closer to it. Matthew took a deep breath and sighed contentedly. The wall stiffened as the breath brushed over it.
"Who ist dat?" Prussia growled under his breath. His head was pounding, what did he do last night? Was he out drinking with Ludwig? No, no something about this wasn't right… There was a contented sigh to his right and warm breath sliding across his skin. Oh shit. He groaned inside. Okay, no matter what she looks like, she's still a woman and remember that! No open gawking at her! Goddammit man, one day you're not gonna be able to get your awesome ass out of messes like this. His body was completely tense as he waited for some sort of reply from whoever was next to him.
"Canada." A sleepy voice next to the albino moaned, wishing to be allowed more sleep.
Canada? "Matthew?!" Gilbert shot up in bed, staring down utterly horrified at the blonde next to him.
"Good morning, Gilbert." Canada calmly and sweetly greeted him, his face appearing rounder than usual without his glasses. Panicking now, Gilbert looked down at himself quickly, no shirt!
"Mmnnn, what's the matter?" Matthew asked, truly confused about Gilbert's strange behavior. Last night had been fun, what was he freaking out about?
Slowly gripping the sheets, afraid of what he might find, Gilbert tossed them off the bed, low and behold! Boxers! Phew…. But wait, what about Canada? I've done it before… Never say 'nothing happened' until you see clothes on them too. He turned to look down at Matthew again, he was curled up on the soft mattress, clutching a goose-feather pillow to his chest, sweatpants covering his lower half. He didn't at first seem to notice the bandages wrapping part of Canada's upper half. Seriously un-awesome situation: AVERTED!
"Giiiillbeeerrt!" Matthew whined as he turned to look up at him. "It's cold, what was that about?" Now that Prussia thought about it, it was rather cold… It didn't hit him until about two seconds later what Canada had only just remembered himself. The power had gone out and with it the heat. It was still out. And, right before they went to bed, they had played a drinking game… Alcohol worked wonders when it came to awkward situations. At least last night the two found out they were still friends. Of course the alcohol consumption explained Gilbert's headache, but it really didn't explain why the two friends were in the same bed and had not had sex.
On the inside, Prussia was actually kind of disappointed, he would never have sex with a guy in his right mind, though trying it had always intrigued him. There was also the fact he usually had no one to do something like that with, he hadn't had sex in… Nearly eight months. If it weren't for humans' willingness his dry spells would be longer, he almost felt bad for the women he'd bedded. He wiped the thought of that from his mind. They were only humans.
Having been far too serious recently… Gilbert felt his lips quirk up at the corners and his lips pull back, revealing his teeth slightly. He was at Matthew's house, time for a little bit of fun.
Matthew blushed as he saw the blurry form of the albino close the space between them and lean over him.
"Vas it goot for you?" The albino purred, his eyes half-lidded as his pale face drew closer. Matthew stuttered in his face, scooting backwards through the cold air.
"W-We didn't do any-anything!"
"Oh?" Gilbert sat back, still staring very intently at Matthew. "I seem to remember it dif'rendly."
"But I have clothes on! You have boxers on!" A sly "kesesesesesese" escaped Gilbert's smirking mouth.
"You know vhat dey say dough?" He shrugged theatrically, referring to what most people said about sex through clothes. Canada blushed ever the harder. "Vant to gife it anoder go?" Gilbert was now nose to nose with the strawberry-blonde again. The Canadian was beet red by now and about to scream when the older placed a teasing kiss on his nose.
"But! But-but-but-but!" He yelled as he backed away and off the bed, landing awkwardly on his back on the floor, his gangly legs still on the bed somehow. Prussia smirked down at him nastily as Matthew cried out in pain, deeply amused by how easy it still was to frazzle the boy. Another "kesesesesesese" came as Canada opened his tearing eyes and looked at the near-naked man propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at him from between his legs.
"Calm down Madd. Only a joke." Gilbert pushed himself up and sat cross-legged as Canada continued to stutter and fight back the pain as he righted himself, it was freezing in this god damned room! Canada suppressed a moan of pain, not wanting to give Gilbert anything else to use. He also was not going to start crying, no matter how painful his healing bullet wound was. His hand was complaining too, but it was mostly numb from the cold.
"Well, you don't know that, eh! We were both drinking last night! And-and!"
"Soh you, vant to hev sex vid me?"
"No! Stop it, eh!" Gilbert quirked an eyebrow at the deeply frustrated and red man, noticing the verbal tic Canadian's were said to have. Canada only ever forgot to edit his speech when he was really frustrated or angry. It used to be a sort of game for Gilbert to see how long it took himself to annoy Canada to the point of forgetting.
"Schtop vhat, eh?" Gilbert's smirk showed teeth again. He really hadn't thought it possible to get a red as deep as Canada's face without breaking the skin first.
There was more stuttering on Canada's part, both seem to had forgotten the utter lack of heat in the room and were now just content for this embarrassing back and forth to carry on. In truth, Canada had worked hard to deal away with that tic of his. It was embarrassing to be caught saying it after so long and in the presence of this man of all people. He looked away, suppressing the tears of frustration and pain that were trying desperately to break free. Crying in front of Gilbert though wasn't an option. The red-eye would just laugh at him. Despite the fact that they were friends Gilbert always had been and still appeared to be a bully.
Gilbert groaned when he noticed the pain on Canada's face, remembering that his hand was in bad shape… What had caused that shoulder wound though? He regarded the blonde suspiciously as said blonde wiped an eye and grabbed his glasses, Canada sniffled before looking back at him.
"Vhat is vid de wrap?" Gilbert motioned to Matthew's general shoulder area, his need for annoying the boy having been sated.
"I was shot alright? It's not a new thing, understand?" Gilbert half-frowned, he was obviously showing concern here! It was quiet clear though that Matthew was really angry about this, though. Gilbert wouldn't pursue the subject here, at a later date perhaps. But until then… "Eek!"
"Calm down alrighd? I'm only joking, okay?" Canada squirmed nervously against Gilbert's chest, he had grabbed his right arm and pulled him down to a hug. Of course his left hand still hated him and so did his shoulder, even more so from this angle. He sighed against him, he was practically a space heater in this cold-ass room. "Soh!" Gilbert said as he pulled Canada from him to look him in the eye, he was smiling happily. "Vant to make pancakes in your fireplace? I promise nod to ead dem ahll dis time."
It was absurd, Canada thought, that this man could be won over by something as simple as maple syrup and a homemade pancake. He smiled to Gilbert, in some ways his friend was so very predictable.
"Let me get dressed."
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Christmas was in a week. Feliciano remembered that as he awoke in the now unfamiliar bed. His brother had actually decorated the house for it, which, for Lovino anyway, was an oddity. Usually it was he that had to do all the decorating since his brother was generally a scrooge during the holidays. There was even a small, well-adorned pine tree on the window sill by the bed. The soft snore of his brother next to him reminded him that at least he hadn't slept alone last night, even though it wasn't the man he was now so accustomed to sleeping with. He had to look away from the cute little tree on the sill and hold a hand up to the light, it was so very different waking up to morning sunlight. As compared to waking to a dark room with a warm bed and no one, or Germany yelling and trying to drag him from bed. By how the sun was shining, Feliciano guessed that it was probably about seven o'clock.
Stiffly, he sat up and cracked his back, Romano's bed was small, he was more used to Germany's much larger bed. Italy vaguely wondered how he was, but he really didn't want to leave before his brother awoke, that was just plain rude. He seemed so lonely… Feliciano was not there, Germany was not there, Antonio hadn't apologized yet… Who else did Lovino have?
He slipped out of bed without disturbing his brother, hungry for breakfast. As the brunette walked down the hall, he noticed the cleanliness of the house. Perhaps he moving out was very good for Lovino. The picture frames were straight, floors swept, dust bunnies extinct, it reminded him a little of Ludwig and his home. Except, unlike Ludwig's house, completely neat, clean and sterile, this place looked lived in. The wood floor's shiny varnish worn away and dented in some places, a dent in the wall from where his brother threw him when they got into a fight. He took a deep breath and smiled at the imperfections, living with Germany for two months straight had made him miss the small things such as a dent or a scratch.
The kitchen was in good shape, but well-lived too. There was about two days worth of plates sitting in the sink and flour on the counter, the room still held a little bit of the pasta smell from last night. Really he hadn't realized how much he missed his home and all its many small nuances. He walked to the fridge and opened it… Rather surprised to find something other than Italian food was in it, he couldn't really pinpoint the variety of the invading culture though. It could have been American food, but he saw no hamburgers or soda pops so it couldn't have been Alfred's.
Whose house had he been at yesterday? The thought struck him, he thought for a few moments, he remembered the gunfire and yelling and snow… But not the nation whose house he had been at. He shrugged it off. His brother had saved him and shot whomever it was. That's all that mattered. He pulled out a bowl with plastic wrap over it, whatever it was, it looked good. He pulled the wrap back to smell it. It smelled sort of bland but he pulled out a fork and ate it anyway and he ate it cold. It certainly tasted familiar, the brown sauce and white chunks in it reminded him of the cold for some reason, maybe it was just that he was eating it cold that it did… He picked up a fry on the end of the fork and ate it, the taste was very familiar…
"America…" America had abducted him, he remembered his captor being blonde and wearing glasses… The man had tied him to a chair in his garage and left him in the cold. He fed him and then Romano came and rescued him. Just thinking about the dark, cold space made him shiver. It was going to take him a long time to forgive America.
Feliciano finished the French fries in the brown sauce with cheese curds and stuck the bowl and fork in the sink. Was Germany worried about him? He had been kidnapped and all, granted only for a few hours since America had been sloppy about it. How had Romano known…? Well, America was his ally… But that didn't mean Romano had been involved in any way! After all, one did not shoot your own ally.
Feliciano looked to the phone sitting on the kitchen counter. He somehow or another remembered the hospital's number and Ludwig's room too. He smiled gleefully, he could tell Ludwig he was alright! The phone was in his hand in seconds and fingers dialing.
A receptionist picked up and Feliciano explained to her that he wanted to talk to Ludwig Beilschimidt in room 323. After that, he was transferred to someone on the third floor of the hospital. And then to Ludwig's attending nurse. She explained that Ludwig was asleep and was not to be disturbed. Something about that didn't seem quite right to Feliciano, but if Ludwig was asleep it was always better not to bother him. He didn't want to get the nurse in trouble, the blonde was scary when he first woke up sometimes.
"Schoult I take a message for you?"
"It's fine! I'll call back later okay?"
"Alrighd sir." And the nurse hung up on him. The Italian almost called her rude, but she was only doing her job. He plopped the receiver back down onto the base
"Feliciano! Are you still here?!" Lovino called to his brother from the bedroom.
"Uh-huh! I'm in the kitchen!" Other than the events of the last few days and not getting to talk to Ludwig, this was an overall wonderful morning. Removed from the pain, the cold and the reminders, it was so easy to forget the bad things. It was easy to forget Ludwig in his hospital bed, America's bullet wounds and Romano's too… Just as his brother walked into the kitchen, baring all his scars from the war on his chest, ribs and abdomen… It occurred to Italy that those in contact with him always got hurt… Or just completely disappeared… Like Holy Romano Empire. Like every human girl he had ever tried to date… They disappeared. During the war, so many people he'd grown to love had died… All defending him…
Tears sat at the edges of his eyes as he looked back on the war. So many people dead, many he had known personally at least if not friends, he fought along side them, ate with them, enjoyed free times… He had cried for them then and was going to cry for them now.
"What's your problem?" Romano asked as he walked over to him. Feliciano's tears kept falling from his eyes, unaccompanied by any sounds or sobs. He wasn't staring at Romano, he didn't see Romano. He saw the faces of the dead and dying, he could swear every scar over his body burned as he remembered.
As easy as it had been mere minutes ago to forget the bad things when things were good, when he started living with Germany he had forced himself not to think about it. Germany was odd now-a-days about crying, he would try to wipe the tears away rather than just let him cry, he worried about Italy. And as Germany had kept secrets from him to keep him from worrying about his well-being, Italy had pushed back memories of the war.
He gasped and looked sick as one face among the thousands dead that stuck out at him. He soon found himself assaulted by an entire memory he had done his best to forget.
"Oi! Feliciano. Have your brains gone from mush to water or something?" Romano waved his hand back and forth in front of his brother's face. Veneziano did nothing though, he just kept staring at nothing with that same eerie face. "Uegh, looks like it." Romano went around Italy searching for something in the lower cabinets.
Italy shook as he slowly and apprehensively advanced through the forest. He really was not all that sure where he was supposed to be going. He was hungry, thirsty, sweaty and tired. His canteen had gone missing quite sometime ago, a ricochet bullet had found its sticking point in the metal container.
"Feliciano!" A woman screamed form somewhere far off in the woods. The war had progressed out of the cities and towns. The acrid scent of death, blood and just… War filled the air in this hot Italian summer.
"Caterina!?" Feliciano called back into the woods. Really, the both of them were soldiers and yelling for one another in the middle of a battle field, it was a stupid thing to do. The sound of gunfire resounded all around him and he had just given away his position. He dashed for cover behind a large tree. The gun Germany had given him, his favorite semi-automatic, shook in his terrified hands. Somewhere out in the woods were his friends. Many on his side, but France and Spain, looking to conquer him. The others, Germany, Romano and England helping to make sure the previous did not happen. One however, did not wish to fight, not against the one that he loved so well, he had no choice though, he too was under attack.
A gun barrel poked around the trunk of the tree and Feliciano froze. He was too afraid to even shake. The barrel poked the side of his arm before it jerked away in a motion to reveal himself. With the gun trained on him, he stepped out from behind the tree, still clutching his friend's favorite gun. A woman stared down the barrel at him, green eyes suddenly lighting up with recognition as a smile broke across Italy's face.
"Feliciano." She sighed gratefully and lowered her gun as Italy let his dangle at his side. They both came together, throwing an arm over each other embracing one another tightly. The two shared a chaste kiss before quickly pulling away and standing at the ready. "How're you faring out here?" Caterina asked as she examined the surrounding area for danger.
"Alright… I don't like this… But it's better with you here now." His smile widened. Caterina was adopted into an Italian family Feliciano knew quite well, he had watched her grow up. Her true nationality though was German. In her he recognized some of the things he loved in Germany. She was determined and strong, she had an odd sense of humor too. Some things he liked that were different though was that she didn't have Germany's penchant for yelling and she wasn't a total neat-freak like he was. There were physical similarities too… She was taller than he was, but most people were and she sported the classic blonde hair, it looked slicked back when she pulled it into a ponytail. Something out of the ordinary though were her eyes, those beautiful green gemstones. He loved this girl so much, not romantically, not yet, but he knew he was getting there, he would get there if their service with one another continued...
Caterina smiled back at him and quickly replaced it with a stern look that reminded Feliciano of Germany. "We're falling back and regrouping with the German army. There are others looking for you. Not all of them are from our allies either." Feliciano nodded, he needed to get out of there fast. He took her hand and started to head to the location of their last encampment. At least his sense of direction hadn't been screwed up in all this craziness.
That was when they heard it. The low blast and the whistle. It quickly changed from him tugging Caterina, to her pulling him along through the growth as she raced for cover. He nearly tripped three times in the short dash to hide behind a large tree. There was an explosion as Caterina rounded the tree, yanking Italy around with her and clutching him to her. Each was being careful with the guns as they waited for the splintered trees to stop flying and the air to clear.
"Someone knows we're here. We have to move faster." Each gripped their guns close and dashed from their hiding place, it wouldn't be long before another mortar was fired. Feliciano quickly overtook Caterina as they retreated, meanwhile, in the forest they each heard another low thud and a short whistle. "Feliciano! Stop!" The sound was in front of them.
The Italian whipped around in time to see as Caterina grabbed his arm and jerked him back behind her. The mortar was about to collide with tree, the explosion was going to cause massive splinters to fly every which way. Before the thinking mind could even begin to react, the reptile part of preservation kicked in. Caterina turned and body-slammed Italy to the floor of the forest, her body serving as a veritable bullseye for the many flying pieces.
A piercingly agonizing pain lit up an inch away from Italy's groin in the soft spongy area of his hip. He cried out as other spots on his body became alive with sensations he would rather not have felt ever.
"A-Are you alright?" Italy noticed the hitch in her breathing. He opened his eyes, not sure of when he had closed them. Blood dripped from her mouth and her eyes held intense and unexpressed pain. He wanted to cry, but not because of his own pain it was because of what his pain meant. Caterina's body was completely covering the area he had been staked.
"Y-yes." Tears were now falling and a choked sob rose unbidden from his throat. "Y-you?" He really didn't want an answer, but maybe if he asked she'd think he was only crying because of his own pain.
"I've been b-better." She was crying too, blood rising in her throat. She turned suddenly from him as violent coughs racked her body, causing crimson to come out in great sprays into her hand. She was worse than Italy had thought. She piteously looked to the man as her breaths came shakier and shakier. "F-Feliciano, I-I love you." Feliciano's sobs grew almost to screams as she became limp atop him. He cried for his lost friend, he cried for the death of someone who had to defend him, but he also cried because he could not answer her back the way she wanted. His voice rose further to a shrill wailing as the pain from his injuries kicked in ten fold. Whoever it was that had fired the mortar did not heed his cries and end his misery.
Where were the soldiers they had been retreating from earlier!? It was unfair that when all was well they were there and when he felt like fading away no one could hear him.
"Italy!" A strong, deep voice called beyond his pain and the darkening day. His throat had gone raw and nearly bloody long ago while the sun was still high. Why wasn't he dead yet? The thumping of heavy boots laden with clinking gear came close. His voice was only just small whimpers and sobs, how had this person heard him when he was quiet while others abandoned him when he screamed? Even though he still sobbed, tears had stopped coming. Something large and warm fell to the ground behind him and to his left.
"Germany?" He hoarsely croaked. A warm glove touched his cheek as the saddened but greatly relieved visage of the man he did love came into his view.
"Yes, it's me don'd talk." He watched as the blonde turned his view to the body that pinned Italy down. He almost told Germany to stop, knowing what he was thinking, but it was a step towards this pain ending. He felt it the moment Germany put his hand on the impaling splinter, it moved within him. Then, in one motion, the German tore the splinter from Italy and through the corpse of the woman. Feliciano couldn't help but scream through his raw throat as the splinter was ripped from his hip, carrying with it his skin and other things. It had not gone very far in, but it hurt so bad. What was worse was the splinter had kept the blood in his hip where it belonged, it was now beginning to spill out into his trousers.
"Rimetterlo! Rimetterlo!" He screamed and struggled weakly underneath the dead body. Not complying to the incomprehensible order, Germany threw the dead woman off him.
"Medic!" Within seconds there was a whole mess of people around Italy all trying to close up the potentially life-threatening wound. He was unaware of some things they were doing to him, he stayed focused on Germany. The beautiful blonde worked hard and frantically to assist the doctors in whatever way he could, yelling something at Italy occasionally he could not understand. One doctor stuck something into his arm and yelled harshly at him in his homeland's speech, Italy couldn't understand him either.
"Germany, I-I-" He was going to tell him before he died, he had to. The blood-spattered man leaned in close, worry evident on his face. "I lo-lo-" Nothing was working anymore, Germany's alarmed look surely meant that he understood what Italy had tried to say, right? The gracious face turned from him and yelled at someone, everyone was yelling and working as fast as they could already though. He didn't hear the German speech anymore, everything was slurred and undefined, his vision was too, he finally faded into darkness.
Italy jerked as the memory ended and quickly whipped around and vomited into the kitchen sink. Romano had a pan he had found raised above his head, ready to hit Italy. He lowered it and took a few steps back, covering his mouth.
"What the hell did you eat? That's disgusting." Romano said, thoroughly sickened with his brother's behavior.
Italy didn't hear him, his ears were still ringing and his stomach convulsing. He almost curled in on himself and would have if the counter was not in front of him.
"I need to see Ludwig." He whimpered as his stomach began to act up again. "I have to tell him." Italy took deep breaths to calm himself, his body wasn't having that. He was seized once more by a painful coughing fit as his stomach tried to empty again. It brought back the memory of Caterina as she lay dead on his chest, blood dripping from her mouth and open eyes staring at him in the cold of death. The smells and the uncomfortable heat, the pain in his groin… Both he and his body knew he was empty at this point, but the body pushed for more as if it wouldn't be happy until the very stomach itself was in the sink.
"Tell him he married a fag like you?" Romano growled, unconcerned for his brother's current condition. "What's better? Be friends and stay with him or tell him how you feel and have him wish he never met you?"
"But-" Italy screamed as a long slash drew itself down his back, the crimson brightly contrasting with his pale skin. Already weak from the exertion his stomach had imposed upon him and the memory he crumpled to the floor, curling up and crying as blood rolled off him to the floor.
Romano dashed from the room to grab something to staunch the bleeding, returning with gauze and a styptic. Dropping to his knees, he slathered the paste over his brother's new-found wound. The styptic did its job and cut the bleeding down greatly, but this would need stitches. He gritted his teeth, he was not letting his brother go to some doctor, not when anyone could visit him during his recovery. He was his older brother, and a nation, he had the right to make these decisions, screw that he had a spouse.
"Did this ever happen before you married that potato freak Veneziano?" Feliciano did not answer him.
"This is all Germany's fault."
"Don't say that. Please." Romano felt his brother's pleading whines pathetic. Did he still want to save his brother from that terrible man he was married to? He was his brother and family never abandoned family when in need.
"It's true though, this has never happened. At least before we didn't suffer this much in one week when outside of war."
"We?" Italy weakly questioned.
"I'm your brother. Your pain is my pain." Italy hiccupped and moved to embrace his brother's hip.
"Lovino." He rubbed his face against the top of his brother's bare thigh. He sniffled and Romano ran his fingers through Italy's hair, getting the leftover styptic on his fingers in it.
"Let's go back to the way things used to be after this. Okay? You and me living together as a united nation. I can guarantee all this will stop if you do."
"How?"
"Trust me Feliciano, I know these things."
"W-What about Ludwig?" He shuttered as another wave of pain racked his frame.
"It will stop with him too."
"Really?"
"Yes." Romano didn't know whether or not he could keep that part of the bargain, but he would say that for now and let the chips fall where they may in the future.
"H-How do I divorce him?" Romano reached up and picked up the phone from on top of the counter. He had to call a doctor and get them down here to treat the back wound.
"In a moment."
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Germany ruffled his oily and unkempt hair, Italy's part of the country had been attacked. Gilbert hadn't returned last night so he knew nothing of what was going on. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach something terrible had happened but he didn't know what. Something more terrible than the attack on Italy or him. He desperately wished he could get up and leave, look for Feliciano, find out where Gilbert had gone, but he wasn't going to be discharged until three. He was a nation and no one would stop him if he tried to get an early discharge, but rules were in place for a reason.
There was a sudden but quiet knock to the door of his room.
"Herein." Germany groaned, thinking it was another nurse or doctor come to check up on him. Instead, he was surprised when his otaku-boy friend Japan poked his head through the now ajar door.
"Doisu-san, ohayo gozaimasu."
"Goot morning to you too Japan." Germany had long grown used to Japan's greetings and had learned some Japanese along the way. He still had yet to decipher much of Italian though. "Come in, hev a sead." Japan quietly nodded his head and walked in, closing the door behind him. Germany sat up straighter in a show that he was better than he had been the two nights previous. He certainly hoped not everyone had already heard about Italy's disappearance.
Japan looked around the room quietly, he didn't say anything, but that was Japan.
"How hev you been?" Japan nodded, regarding the question as if he wouldn't answer it.
"I have been arright. I was never rearry part of the war so I had nothing to recover from." Germany nodded and twiddled his fingers for a moment after Japan's reply. "I shourd be asking you though, 'how have you been'?"
"Alrighd, alrighd… Vell, nod compledely obfiously. Bud, bedder den I daughd I voult efter dat…" There was silence between the two again. Japan seemed to be staring blankly at nothing, Germany still wished to God that he could know what the man was thinking.
"I am srightry confused. I was expecting Itaria-kun to be here too." Germany frowned and looked away from Japan.
"He ist… Euh… Missing. Only vay to schay it." That definitely got Japan's attention as his expression went from blank to mild irritation.
"He has been kidnapped?"
"Yes. Und, I don'd know vhat to do. Gilbert lefd lasd nighd to talk to somevon. I can'd remember who, bud he's nod back yed…" Japan's frown grew deeper as he crossed his legs, he really meant business now.
"You forgot who he went to see? That's not rike you Doisu-san. I wirr herp you search when you have furry recovered. Do you wish me to start now, however?" Japan offered.
"I voult be gradeful." Germany groaned and ruffled his hair again, remarking internally how nasty it felt after not having the gel completely washed from it, or washed at all. Japan stood up straight and bowed to his friend.
"I wirr start now. Do you wish this to remain a secret though?"
"I voult. It voult be bat nuvs for me if de terrorisds fount oud aboud Italy being missing." Japan nodded and turned to leave the room.
"I wish your recovery to be swift Doisu-san. I wirr report back at the earryest convenience."
"Danke schön. I avaid your wort." With that, the Japanese man left. Once again Ludwig was alone with his worry and anxious muscles. If it was Romano that had caused all this shit he was going to do to him what Americans did to veal if it was the last thing he would ever do. His right hand clenched into a fist as his left rubbed it as if trying to calm it down. It would get its shot at the bastard.
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"Vhy ist it soh fucking colt hier!?" Gilbert roared at the fire in front of him that Canada was making a pancake over. Canada sighed and flipped the pancake.
"I'm near the top of the world, sorry." The albino's teeth were chattering in the background as Canada flipped the finished pancake onto a plate for Prussia. He pelted the stack of five with nearly a pint of syrup before handing the warm plate of food to the man who was wearing a coat over his uniform and over that a blanket.
"It's nod your fauld, it jus' sucks." Prussia sliced into the pancakes with the fork Matthew handed him and took a big bite. "I neet to schtard visiding again. I'fe misst your awesome pancakes und syrup." Canada smiled happily and poured more batter into the now newly-greased pan. There was a tug to the back of Canada's coat skirt that was close to the ground. He looked over his shoulder down at his little white fuzz ball.
"Yes?"
"Pancakes?" Canada chuckled when he saw Gilbird (he still thought Gilbert very narcissistic for naming his pet after himself) sitting atop the bear's fuzzy head.
"Yes, I'll make you some. Sit your bum down." Gilbert looked away from his pancakes for a few seconds to take in the sight of the bird and the bear.
"Traidor" He grumbled with a smile and took another bite. "Canada, how long am I going to be hier?" Matthew thought for a moment about the ice storm. He didn't have the heart to tell Gilbert that while he was getting dressed they said on the radio that it had been the worst storm in awhile. Canada lived out in the woods away from most people, screw the capital. He had a house there, but this was his preferred one. He only in this situation, however, wished he was at the capital. He and Prussia were stuck here for the better part of the week otherwise.
Matthew sighed before answering Gilbert, this man was Germany's big brother after all, he had cause to be afraid of him if he should become angry. Canada usually thought it preposterous to be afraid of the man but... It wouldn't necessarily matter if they were friends if Gilbert did become angry, the man was nearly an unstoppable force of nature when that happened. "We are going to be here for about three days I think. Maybe longer." Matthew said in an offhanded way, hoping if he made it sound casual his friend would react better. Prussia almost dropped his plate, but that would've been a waste of good pancakes and syrup.
"Vhat?!" He yelled, the fork poised as if to stab Canada should what he say be unfavorable. Too bad for Canada the truth wasn't. It was the combination of many things really that caused Gilbert to reach the state he was in now… The three days stuck in this cold-ass place just was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"I-It's the worst ice-storm there has been in quite some time Gilbert! Please understand!" Matthew jumped to his feet and backpedaled away from his friend. The wounds in his left side were angry again. "I can't do anything about the weather!"
"Drei!? Drei Tage?!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Deine Mutter!" Canada bolted away as Prussia took one more bite of the pancakes and calmly sat them down. He took a deep breath before raising the fork again and giving chase through the house. "Komm sofort her schwachsinniger Idiot!"
Unimpressed, Kumajiro stood and skittered over to the stack of pancakes, nibbling on them. He completely ignored the screams and other noises in the background as Prussia took swipes at his master.
The chase didn't last long as Prussia had soon cornered the boy and had him pressed against the wall using his superior size. This did not necessarily mean he was taller, he just had more bulk packed onto his frame.
"Please Gilbert! Put the fork down! I swear I didn't know!" The fork was dangerously close to his vital regions that Gilbert was so well known for saying he was going to crush or invade. Crush with his five metres… He reminded himself the rest of the way. He cringed back against the wall, almost attempting to become one with it as a lusty glint found its way into Gilbert's bloody eyes. "You visited me! It's your own fault!"
"Vhat dit you schay!" The man's accent was even thicker, he really wasn't in the mood to hear about what was his fault. "I schoult invate your vidal regions for schaying dat!"
This was very quickly becoming scarier and scarier as Canada had a glimpse of the man Prussia used to be long ago. Long before his kingdom fell. Even longer before they were friends... He felt the fork in Prussia's hand embed into the wall, ripping the crotch of Matthew's pants disconcertingly. He was shaking, seriously afraid that the former knight really was going to fucking rape him!
The invading hand moved from the handle of the fork to Matthew's belt, the mad glint still blazing within the man's gleaming rubies. A demented smile spread over Gilbert's… Prussia's face as an idea seemed to truly dawn upon him.
Matthew had an idea that this was not going to be an idea he liked.
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Notes:
Rimetterlo--Put it back!
Herein--Come in
Doisu-san, ohayo gozaimasu--Germany, good morning.
Itaria-kun--Italy
Drei?! Drei Tage-- Three?! Three days!?
Diene Mutter--Your mother!
Komm sofort her schwachsinniger Idiot--Come here now simple minded Idiot!
Okay, once again a serious chapter with comic relief here and there, I really hadn't meant for this story to be so emotional, buuuut, hey lol apparently that's just what happens with me. I had fun writing this chapter, the back and forth between Canada and Gilbert was my favorite thing to write just because, lol, Gilbert has been acting waaaay too mature for himself in the recent chapters. I want the funny asshole part of him to show XD.
Special note: Chapter 9 has been edited for continuity, it's at least 200 words longer than before XD.
Evil Gil is sexay and you know it!
COMMENT TO FIND OUT CANADA'S FATE!
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Accents, incontinuities and grammar fixed.