You guys all have the right to hate me. I took forever… D;
And I know you guys are all probably mad/sad about Romano…
I feel so bad for Italy…
I'm sorry. I had lost my muse, and now it's somewhat back… DX. But my internet is iffy, so I don't know how often updates will be, especially with school too. Thank you all for the reviews and the follows and the favourites, it means a whole lot to me!
Thanks for being so paitient everyone! Now without further ado, here's the next chapter!
Italy had a rough night. He hadn't slept, and his eyes were bloodshot from crying. As he watched the sunrise, he started bawling again, heart broken. He loved watching the sunrise, and just the thought of something so wonderful, so bright and strong, reminded him of his brother.
His brother who was dead…
The Mediterranean country sobbed again, curling up into a ball. With a grunt, Germany rolled over, seeing his friend still in tears. The blonde man wasn't huge on feelings, and he wasn't sure what to do. He slowly made his way over to Italy, and wrapped an arm around him. "It'll be alright, Italia." He mumbled quietly. "He's with Rome now." The brown haired man looked up at Germany, tears running down his face.
"Do you think so? Do you think he's happy?" Italy asked, wiping his tears away with his sleeve, although it was pointless, new tears replaced them. Germany nodded silently. The smaller man looked at Germany for a moment before looking away.
"No. He's not happy." Italy said, pushing Germany's arm off of him. "He's dead, Germany. He can't be happy. He was happy here, with me and Spain." It was obvious that Italy's mood had changed. Now he seemed angry, bitter and heartless, not light-hearted and air headed like he usually was. "And I'm going to find out what killed him, and kill that bastard." Italy spat, and Germany looked at his friend in shock. Yes, Romano was dead, but what had gotten into Italy?
"Italy, calm down." Germany said softly, moving to put his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"No!" Italy shouted, slapping Germany's hand away. "I'm going to do it for Romano!" He stood up and then ran off into the forest.
"Damn it…" Germany said with a sigh, seeing that Japan was still sleeping. He quickly shook the man awake. "Japan, Italy's gone crazy. He ran off. Come on." Japan met Germany's eyes, seeing the urgency in them, and nodded, quickly helping the blonde man pack up. Then the two men ran out into the forest after Italy.
Liechtenstein awoke alone. "Oh, Switzerland…" She said quietly, taking a deep breath so that she wouldn't start to cry. "Bruder, come back." She sat up and then walked out of the tent, heading to the stream and washing her face and hands with the chilly water. "I'll stay here, and then Big Bruder can find his way back." She said to herself. She knew that she couldn't let herself think that anything bad happened to him. He just got lost in the forest, and then he'd come back soon. Or it just got to dark for him to get back, so he just stayed out for the night, and he'd be back soon.
"He'll be back." Liechtenstein said to herself again, reassuring herself. "I'll just find some food…" She didn't know what berries were poisonous, and she wasn't sure what plants were edible. There was a little food back in the tent still. Just a little. So she had to find something. She looked at her reflection in the water. She was a mess. There were leaves and dirt in her hair, on her clothes. Her ribbon had fell out of her hair at some point.
The blonde girl bit her lip and kicked the water. Her ribbon was gone. The ribbon that Switzerland had gave her. And now Switzerland was gone too. She watched small fish dart through the water away from where she had splashed, and then swallowed.
Fish. Of course. Not only would fishing keep her mind off of her missing brother and ribbon, but also would get food.
She ran back to the tent, grabbing a clear bag that had held bread, and then back to the stream, using sticks to keep the bag in place. A fish trap. Liechtenstein smiled in accomplishment. Even if the trap wasn't very well built, it could help. Then she rolled up her sleeves, and waited for more fish to pass by.
When Spain woke up, he saw that Romano hadn't yet returned. And after seeing his picture in the sky, and hearing that cannon, it scared him. There wasn't even any sign that the Italian had returned to the camp at any point during the night, and there wasn't any water containers.
Spain frowned. What could it all mean? Romano might have been mad at him earlier, but he wouldn't run away like that. So something happened. And the Spaniard had a feeling that it wasn't that Romano got lost, or just hurt. Why would they put his picture in the sky like that?
Romano was dead. That was the conclusion that Spain came to. He clenched his fists, tears rolling down his face. Romano was dead. How could of that happened? They were countries. But then again, since they had been in the arena, Spain hadn't felt much like a country of importance. He had felt strange, as if he had no connection to his country anymore. As if he was human.
And humans could die.
"This is my fault." Spain muttered to himself. He had let Romano go by himself to get water. An animal could of killed him. Or one of the other countries. "I'm so sorry Romano."
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Switzerland hadn't slept that night. He watched the sun come up as he trudged through the forest, hungry and tired. His knife was still in his hand, and he found a newfound hatred for himself.
He had left Liechtenstein alone, and she didn't know where he was, and she was probably in trouble. But he couldn't face her after he had hur-no. After he had killed Romano. He would kill whoever took her, and then he'd run again.
She would be fine on her own. Maybe Austria would take her in. Or Hungary. She'd be safe. He hated though, that he no longer heard her calls for help. He had heard them throughout the night, even though he had turned from them. It had made him feel a bit better, hearing her voice. That way he knew she was alive, that she was near.
But now he was alone. And he had no idea where to run to.
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Austria, Hungary and Prussia hadn't done anything interesting except argue. Hungary hit Prussia on the head with a rock once, and the ex-nation had shut up for a little while. But then they had argued again.
But other then that, they were doing okay. They had enough food and water, and there didn't seem to be any close by threats.
Canada, Seychelles, and France had continued with Seychelles plan to get enough food and water. Although finding enough food was proving to be harder then anyone had thought. But other then that, they were okay for the time being.
At the split-off point, Lithuania, Poland, Latvia and Sealand were surviving. Mainly thanks to Lithuania though. Even though Poland and Sealand were taking most of the credit for it. They were actually the only group who had enough to eat at the moment, thanks to the almost non-stop fishing.
They were glad they had stayed here.
America had given up on finding China and Russia. "What's the point? They're probably secretly super-villains anyway!" The self-proclaimed hero had said, rather loudly, and then found a place to nap, where he ended up sleeping for a good 14 hours.
China was slowly recovering. Russia was taking good care of him, which was good for China. If the wound had been untreated, it would of gotten infected, and could of killed China. The brown-haired man woke up with the sunrise with Russia sleeping beside him and smiled. His leg was already feeling a bit better. After all that Russia had done for him, China decided to be nice and let the other nation sleep longer, and then found himself falling asleep soon as well.
Sweden and Finland were still a bit shaken from the cannon. The last cannon fire had been when Greece disappeared. Plus they were watching their backs for Russia, who would probably kill them once he found the two Nordic nations. So that was unnerving too.
After walking through the entire night, the two found a small cave, and set up camp there, and fell asleep, exhausted.
England had slept underneath a tree. And at that moment, he was still under that tree, thinking about where he was going to go. He had no idea, except away from France, away from the Axis, and away from anyone else that annoyed him. The nation stood up and started walking then, before tripping over something. As he picked himself off the ground, he saw that he didn't trip over something, but over someone. And that someone was still sleeping like nothing had happened.
England sighed, kicking the sleeping nation. "Good God, you're like a log." He muttered, "wake up." The other nation, now slowly awaking rolled over and opened his eyes.
"Oh…. Hiya Iggy." America mumbled. "Whatcha doing?"
Well, YAY more story. :3
Sorry again for taking so long. And this part isn't that great either... I just wrote this because I was looking through my files and I saw it, and I realised, "Shoot, I haven't done this yet..."
Yeah. So I might be posting a completely stupid, random, funny story if I remember and type it up, and if I actually think it's good enough... But I'm gonna try to remember to update this one.
Thanks for everyone for reading this! It means a lot!