A/N
Of course Iggy isn't dead! ~ I'm not that cruel. :D
Just wanted to say that, since someone did, in fact, ask in a review. ^_^
And here is chapter ten!
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Arthur coughed, blood spewed everywhere. He weakly brought his sleeve to his mouth and wiped, not caring about how this went against his gentleman ways. He was miserable. He couldn't even remember how Lon he had been in this hellhole. All Arthur could register was that he was cold. And tired. But something told him not to sleep, for he may never wake again if he did. But, oh! He was so tired..surely a ten minute nap would do no harm. He looked to his left and saw Alfred, curled up, sleeping. The younger nation had a pained expression on his face. Arthur yawned, barely coherent. He felt a warm liquid running down his forehead, and sluggishly reached a hand up, to touch his matted blonde hair, wet with blood. "Huh? What's this..?" England mumbled, barely audible. His eyelids drooped, and he yawned yet again. Arthur muttered something and crawled closer to Alfred. 'Just a ten minute nap to refresh myself. Then I'll definitely work on trying to escape.'
That was the last thought in Arthur's head, as he drifted into what might have been a pain-induced sleep.
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Ludwig read over the papers he had found again, still in shock. "Bruder, we must find the others!" "Mein Gott!" Prussia took in a sharp breath of air,quickly exhaling it. The albino grabbed his younger brother's wrist and pulled him out of the room. Germany seemed in too much of shock to even move. "Ludwig! sich beeilen! We don't have all day!" Germany seemed to finally register what his brother said,and he ran down the hall,his hand crumpling the papers,and his brother in his heels. If they didn't tell the other nations,they probably make it out alive.
And that wasn't the desired option.
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Japan prodded at Italy,who had fallen asleep,his head resting on Japan's shoulder. "K-Kiku?" Italy groaned slightly, stretching as he came to. "It is me, Italy-san." Italy smiled a bit "Just call me Feliciano, okay?" Japan nodded, still not accustomed to speaking so informally. "Hey Kiku? When we get out of this, I wanna make a big pot of passta!~" Italy had a silly smile on his face, and Japan smiled slightly "You can make it for all of us." Japan just didn't have the heart to tell the innocent nation that there was a high chance that they, wouldn't in fact, make it out alive. Japan coughed a bit, and hummed slightly. Italy sung a cheery song, that Japan didn't recognise. Still, the Eastern nation was glad that Italy could remain so positive in the current situation. Japan was also surprised neither of them were injured seriously. He figured it was only a matter of time.
For the time being, Japan decided to take advantage of the calm period of the storm.
"I sure do Mr. England and America and Doitsu are all okay! It'd be bad if they weren't, right?" Italy murmured in a sing-song voice. "I'm sure they're fine." Japan replied in fake-assurance.
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Russia held up his pipe, examining the dried blood on it, the pipe getting rusty and tarnished. He ran his finger along the weapon, a play smirk playing out onto his face. Oh how he loved it. His eyes wandered briefly to the clock and he noticed the time. Ivan gingerly slid into his boots, and wrapped his white scarf around his neck. He looked around for a second, spotting the glass cup. He raised it and took a quick swig of vodka, before turning and walking out of his home, breathing in the thin Russian air.
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Francis was in a full on panic attack. It was clear that Russia had something planned for them. Something sinister. And France was sure that he wanted to,and probably would,kill Arthur. The thought horrified him. Despite the fact that the two constantly bickered back and forth,they were undoubtedly close friends. Francis ran his finger through his now knotty blond hair, as he ran down the hallway. He was running out of time and he knew it. Actually, England was running out of time. But it seemed as though none of the trapped nations would accept that. Francis looked around the hall as he ran, his legs burning. His throat was dry and he was slowing down. But he willed himself forward and practically stumbled down the stairs at the speed he was going. Coughing and heaving in air, the Frenchman arrived at the entrance of the great mansion to find China, faced own in his own blood, which spilled from his head. France covered his mouth, feeling like he was going to throw up. "C-China!" He didn't deserve death! China was innocent, and so were the rest of them. Was Russia planning to kill them all like that? Violently and gruesomely? It wasn't fair! France scanned the proximity of the room, seeing if anything looked out of place. But what was he to do with China's body? It was indecent to leave it there, but that seemed to be France's only option. But he did catch something interesting looking on the computer screen. He tried his best to side-step the body and the blood, and he read the screen, intrigued.
Another horrified chill pricked his spine, and he outwardly shivered. "Cela ne peut être!" Francis almost shouted in his native tongue. No wonder Ivan killed Yao when he found that out. All France could do was run. His goal was to find Angleterre. Because, now he knew Russia's true intentions for England and America.
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Everyone was worried. The nations who weren't stuck in Russia's mansion all gathered in the conference room. Said room buzzed with chatter. Romano stood, slamming his hand on the desk to get attention. "All you bastards shut up and listen! My brother, France, America, England, China, Japan, Prussia, and Germany are all still stuck inside Russia's mansion. We can be sure they all are alive, if any. And we can't be sure if they'll ever get out. We need to remain orderly. Raise your hand if you wish to speak." Romano was annoyed with how much he sounded like the potato eater. Spain came behind him and grinned, capturing the Italy brother in a hug. "GET OFF!" SpIn retreated a bit. A hand shot up and Romano nodded "speak." "England was the one in the most trouble, do you think he's alive?" "Well how in the hell would I know? In just as worried and confused if not more! My own brother is in there!" Lovino snapped back, getting stressed. He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath.
Must.
Remain.
Calm.
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That concludes Chapter ten! Sick around for the next one!
Blah. HetaOni is so sad! I've been re watching it and watching HetaHazard. I recommend them both!
Pureh out!