"Hmm..." He watched as she opened the door abruptly, causing a lot of people to fall inside the room. The few that weren't near the door were left visible, staring at the fallen ones with wide eyes and then turning their gaze upwards at the furious Mary.
Surprisingly, Alfred was standing there and not desperately trying to eavesdrop like everyone else.
"Don't look at me!" Alfred defended himself, hands up, "They interrogated me and then they insisted in going up here to check up on you two!"
"Hey hermano! You weren't exactly against the idea, either!" Mexico retorted.
"Yeah! Dad, you were curious too!" Alex rolled her eyes.
"Haven't you guys ever heard of privacy?" Mary asked, glaring down at them.
"Nope, never heard of it." Rain said, smirking at her sister.
"There's never privacy when the family is around." Brazil smirked, shaking his head. The girl whacked him over the head with the pillow, balling a fist. "You guys..."
"So, what were you hiding sis?" Charles asked.
Mary blushed, "I am not hiding anything!", hitting him with the pillow.
"Hey! Don't hit me!" Charles brought his hands up, as if surrendering. Mary huffed and then backed away as she caught the expressions from the others.
"So you were hiding something! You naughty girl!" Mexico whistled.
"Our Mary is growing!" Rain and Alex embrassed each other, "Aww~!"
"Now we should get boyfriends for ourselves..." Lili murmured.
Alfred looked down at them with concerned expressions. "Um, what? Who said anything about boyfriends?"
"What? Why?" Ally said, raising an eyebrow.
"Rain has one. And now Mary has one." Anna said with a smirk.
Mary blushed even more. "Now hold up a minute! They aren't dating...I think." Alfred said, casting nervous glances at 2p Italy.
The other people looked at him as well. "Are you?" came several voices.
2p Italy blinked, wondering how the situation turned suddenly so unexpectedly hostile against him. Mary looked at him with a hopeful glance. He glimpsed her face and then surounded her with an arm, "We'll see." He smirked at the hero's reaction. His mouth was hanging open and it suited him, really.
"Eh?! What do you mean by that?!" The girls blurted.
"It means what I said." He said, watching as Alfred tried to readjust his jaw. Charles laughed as his dad started stuttering in shock.
"You...I mean...How did this happen?" he said, turning an annoyed look at Mary, who was staring at the Italian.
"Nice job keeping her single bro." Mexico said, grinning. "Nice catch by the way Maria."
Mary blushed, looking at Alfred who looked like he was going to blow.
"Um, America?" Arthur just noticed how red he was.
"Uh-oh! Little Alfie is going to explode~!" His counterpart chimed.
"M-Mary! Y-You... You said that you were going to take it slow!" Alfred finally spoke, his eyes looking a little unfocused.
"I did! It just..." She glanced up at Feliciano, who was staring attentively at the speechless father.
"I guess she just couldn't help herself." Feliciano said with a smirk
"Why you-I no longer agree to this!" Alfred said angrily, walking over to the two. Mary bit her lip, looking at the ground.
"Dad, calm down please!" She said quietly. "You said you'd try to accept him..."
"But you said not for that." Alfred pointed out.
2p Italy stepped in front of her, "Hey, you. What do I need to do for you to accept me?" He did not like this in the slightest.
Alfred frowned at him. "Be a bit nicer for one thing. I can't trust that she won't get hurt around you." he said.
"You want me to be nicer? That's it?" He asked, eyebrows raised, "I won't hurt her deliberately, so that's a problem aside."
"Well, it's not like I can't ask you not to be a 2p." Alfred said, sighing. "More importantly, how do you feel about her?"
"No, 'unfortunately' you can't. 'Glad' you know that, 'Alfred'" Feliciano said masked quite well the irritation while saying those words, "Anyway, I am not sure yourself, but 'please' get used to the idea, 'okay'?" He was using his fake smile. Mary frowned as she looked up at him, noticing that he was faking it.
"I'll apparently have to. We're going to talk about this later." Alfred muttered, looking at Mary.
"Yes we will." She replied, turning the frown on him. "But for now we should sleep."
"I am not tired, so if you 'need' me I will be in the living room." 2p Italy smiled fakely once again and going down the hall. As he walked away, he waved with one hand, "Have a good night."
Alfred frowned, "He was acting, right?"
"Yeah, because he was insulted by what you said." Mary gave him a glare.
"What was I supposed to say?" He asked, turning to her. "I'm giving him a chance cause that's what heroes do. But I don't want to see you hurt. Even though you apparently already are." He looked down at her foot. She sighed, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm going to the kitchen. All the guest rooms are open, so Get. Some. Sleep." She growled.
"Alright, alright! Guys follow me." He surrendered, taking the curious eyes away from Mary.
Mary sighed and massaged her temples, "Back to looking for him, I guess..." She walked down the hallway and down the stairs, looking around for any sign of him.
"Feliciano, where are you now?" she asked aloud, walking into the living room.
"Oh, you came after all." She found him tying up the two remaining perverts agaist the tree.
"Of course I did. You looked like you wanted to punch someone." She said, walking over to him.
"No, I didn't, I made sure of that." He finished with a final tug on the rope and turned to her. " Weren't you going to sleep?" He noticed her bags right away.
"Yeah, but I thought you were going to run away again." She said with a frown, holding down a yawn. "Besides, I don't mind staying up. I could always start shoveling now."
"Don't give me that, you are obviously tired. I am going to stay here and ponder about things. However, if you want you can sleep here." He pointed at the couch.
"I can stay up, really." She objected, walking over to the couch anyway. "What are you thinking about?"
"Basically, about how to improve my acting skills. I have to know how to imitate the tone of the voices of everyone. It always comes handy." He stoticly stated.
"Interesting, I guess. You're acting was pretty bad back there, though it could be because you were irritated." She said, laying down on the couch and watching him.
"That's because dad is a pain in the neck, to me at least." He said, imitating her voice and way of speaking perfectly in the first try.
Mary's eyes widened, before she started laughing. "That was good! Okay, imitate Gilbert now!"
He smirked, "Do you want me to act like him as well?"
"Yeah!" She said excitedly.
"Okay..." He coughed, "Wahaha! No one as awesome as me is ever going to be tied pathetically as that unawesome person is! Kesesese!" He jabbed his finger in the original's direction, " He is an unawesome impostor I tell you!" He poked Prussia's forehead with a huge grin on his face.
Mary shook her head. "That was good, but it needs to be more awesome!" she said, grinning. "Wait, why did you tie him to the tree?"
"I can't understand how he manages to shout like that all the time..." He touched his sore throut, "Anyway, I can't be checking on them all the time and I want to have a peaceful evening for once and for that... those two have to be still." He shook his head, "It might be best if I also cover their mouths with a tape."
"There's duct tape in the kitchen." She said, closing her eyes as she yawned. "Ok, I can't keep my eyes open any longer. Wake me up at 7 Feliciano, I'm counting on you!"
"Buona notte" 2p Italy said going to the kitchen.
Mary looked at his retreating figure and pouted, 'At least be here when you say that...' She turned around and tried to get comfortable in the little sofa only to find that she fit perfectly if she belittled herself in a certain way. 'This is going to be uncomfortable...'
Steps resounded throughout the living room, announcing that certain 2p was coming back. 'With a duct tape' She added mentally as she heard how he gagged the two tied nations. Somehow, she knew that when they came to they wouldn't be happy.
"E smettila di causare problemi, bastardi. Sebbene sarebbe più pratico per tagliare le loro lingue..." 2p Italy commented in a whisper.
Mary frowned at the unfamiliar words, only recognizing bastard and problem.
"Do I want to know what you just said?" she muttered, suddenly feeling pity for the two at the tree.
"Feliciano, no killing or injuring them while I sleep please." 2p Italy frowned as he heard this, picking up the duct tape.
"It would solve a lot of problems." She sighed, rolling over so she wasn't facing him.
"No killing or injuring. It'll cause a lot of problems for me later, so don't." She said, closing her eyes again.
2p Italy walked past the sofa, putting the tape back in the kitchen before returning to the living room.
Mary frowned at the loud noise that his boots were producing, "Can't you be more silent?"
The steps stopped and then two dull sounds were emitted. Apparently he was no longer wearing them, "Anything else, principessa?"
"Could you pass me the blanket over there? And tell me what that last word meant." She said, not turning around.
"It meant 'princess'" He threw her something that did not feel like a blanket at all. It smelled funny and it was warm. What was it?
"Princess? I'm not a princess." She said, feeling it over. It was definitely strange, but she could hardly tell what it was in the dark. "Feliciano, did you just toss your jacket at me?"
"Sure are acting like it. However, even I have to admit that that position is not lady-like in the slightest" Mary flinched and sat up, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment, "Si, I did. There is no blanket nearby."
"I can't help it if the couch is small!" She said, trying ineffectively to hide her blush. "And what about you? I don't want to wear your jacket, you'll get cold."
"Oh, I'll manage" He replied, sitting next to her, "You could always go upstairs, to your room."
"I'm fine...I'm too tired to get up anyways." She murmured, leaning against his arm. "...Thanks Feliciano..." she mumbled.
"Hmm..." His curl kept stirring in the dark, but he did not push her away, "Good night." He leaned against the couch so that she would get more comfortable, his eyes closing a little.
"Mhm...good night..." she mumbled, her eyes closing. After a minute, she fell asleep, snoring lightly.
He glanced at her. "So she snores when she sleeps... and she definitely does not talk... I'll make note of that... Anyway...' "You can show yourself now, 'Alfred'" He said.
Alfred grimaced, before emerging from the shadows. "How did you know I was there?" he asked, stopping in front of the couch.
"You mumble to yourself when upset and I knew that you weren't going to just leave it like that. I had a hunch, you could say... That doesn't matter, why are you here? You can't talk loudly, you know." He stared at his face.
"I was just curious I guess. You seem a bit...different than the others, and it's confusing. One moment you're tossing knives around, and the next...you're like this." Alfred muttered quietly.
"I have anger problems if you must know, like any normal 2p." He chuckled, "But I am more of a thinking person here. Unlike my counterpart, I had learn to keep a cool head in certain occasions."
"Are you talking about Feli? Well...I guess he can be a bit overzealous." Alfred admitted, thinking of the flag-waving Italian. "Though I heard you weren't exactly a fan of being touched."
"That's an understatement right there. A huge one, in fact." He scoffed, "... Have you been tortured before, America?"
"Tortured? A bit...why do you ask?" Alfred said, raising an eyebrow.
"What did they do to you?" 2p Italy grimly asked.
"Eh...waterboarding, some psychological torture, a bit of cutting and slicing." Alfred replied. "Along with some other stuff."
2p Italy nodded, "And by who?"
Alfred shrugged. "Some of the Middle Eastern countries, Ludwig...but that was during wars."
"I've been tortured by my own family, psychologically and... physically. One in particular surpassed the barrier of cutting and slashing to do something else... Do you get what I said?" 2p Italy narrowed his eyes at the ground, hate oozing from them. "I lived for the bastard for years... I am surprised I didn't turn much worse... Although I did turn mad for sometime." he chuckled dryly at himself.
Alfred's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I didn't know your family hated you that much..." he said, frowning. "But that makes me even more confused. If you hate to be touched-which is understandable- why are you letting her touch you?"
2p Italy blinked, as if returning to the present, "... It doesn't matter." He shook his head, "I don't know. It just doesn't seem to bother me as much. It's puzzling." Feliciano couldn't yet explain it to himself.
Alfred raised an eyebrow, sighing. "If you can't figure it out, I'm not telling you." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "But anyway, I'm just glad you don't seem to be too bad of a guy. I'll approve of it, but don't tell her."
"..." 2p Italy just stared at him, eyebrows raised.
"So, how long will you be staying here? Will you be around when we all wake up?" he asked.
"I don't know, but she won't let me go that easily..." Feliciano pointed at his daughter, squishing him with her arms, "She really needs to control your brute strength, have you ever thought about teaching your daughters about that, idiot?" He smirked.
"I've tried, really! Especially during that time...I leave the country." Alfred, shrugging. "You could always tickle her till she lets go. She's too deep in sleep to wake up even if you do that." He poked his daughter in the ribs, but she didn't even flinch.
"..." 2p Italy raised his eyebrows as her father continued to try to tickle her, "Really?" He gave him an incredulous look, "You can't make her let go?"
"It usually works! I don't know what's wrong." Alfred said, continuing to tickle her. In contrast, in was only making her hold on tighter. "Come on Mary, let go already."
"..." 2p Italy sighed, "Stop it, you are making it worse."
Alfred pulled away, shaking his head. "Seriously, what ever happened to being subtle Mary? Sheesh."
"I guess this means that I am stuck." 2p Italy felt her grip tighten, "Really stuck."
Alfred chuckled sheepishly. "Whoops! Ah well, there're only a few hours left. She'll let go eventually...I think."
He glared at him, "Non fare quella faccia felice di questo."
Alfred frowned. "No comprende."
"¡No estés tan feliz por eso! ... You do understand Spanish, idiot?" Alfred looked a little lost.
"Don't...be too happy about it?" Alfred said, scratching his head.
"... Do you even know any other languages other than English?" 2p Italy was not pleased.
"I used to know a lot, but my ability to speak them dwindled as my people got lazy." He said, chuckling.
2p Italy slapped his head, not believing this, "That's just pathetic."
"Yo, parlez vous Francais?" Alfred asked, giving him an incredulous look.
"You mean: 'Vous parlez Français?'... Oui, je peux, imbécile." Feliciano responded through clenched teeth.
"Aww, come on! Um, Assalamu alaikum? Shalom? Anee americai? Ciao signorita?" Alfred said, nervously.
2p Italy looked up at him with narrowed eyes, "I obviously speak Italian, idiot. I also know a little of Hebrew, Arabic, and... What's supposed to be that? Stop saying 'hello' in other languages and last time I checked I was a guy, not a 'signora', stupido. You need to improve this. Urgently."
"I wasn't talking to you, just spitting out a few phrases!" Alfred said quickly, noticing the angry look. "I told you my people got lazy, it's not my fault!"
"You 1ps are really obnoxious." Feliciano was struggling not to get out his knife out.
"What? How mean!" Alfred said loudly, causing Mary to jump. She opened her eyes partway, and looked around. "Is it time to wake up?" she asked, yawning.
"No, this idiot over here just wanted to shout." 2p Italy glared at Alfred.
"Oh okay then." She mumbled, leaning back against him. "Good night then."
Alfred released the air he was holding, "Man, I didn't expect that..."
"Maybe you should listen to yourself and try to whisper? You can't be boasting all day and night, idiot." Feliciano punched his arm.
"But the hero is supposed to be loud! You can't hear him otherwise!" He said in a loud whisper. "Besides, how was I supposed to know she'd wake up? She hugging you like a teddy bear anyway."
"Heh, try being a little more subtle! You can't be shouting all day!" 2p Italy was also whispering louder, "And how could I know that?!"
"I don't know, intuition maybe? Anyway, I can't help my lack of languages. I'm working on it!" Alfred said, his voice raising slightly. "I should be applauded, I taught my kids the most important phrases in other languages."
2p Italy huffed, "She just wakes up spontaneously, idiot! And may I know which phases did you teach them? Knowing you, you must have messed up with them... like earlier." He shaply remarked, drawing near to him.
"They can say hello, goodbye, and I love you in multiple languages of course!" Alfred said with a grin. "Te amo, right?"
"..." Cue to facepalm, "I am going to sleep. Don't bother me anymore or I'll cut you into pieces, got it?" He said turning around, as far as he could while having Mary hugging him, and close his eyes.
"Sure thing! Have a nice sleep Feli~" Alfred said, walking off with a laugh.
"I am the greatest idiot that ever existed!" He imitated Alfred's voice and throw that to the leaving person, "And I just wished you goodnight! Cool, man!" He mocked as Alfred freezed on his steps.
"Hey, what are you doing? I don't sound like that!" Alfred yelled, making Mary jump again. "My voice sounds much cooler! So there."
"What's going on?! Why are you two shouting now?!" Mary shrieked from her spot, completely upset for the lack of sleep.
"I am just telling the truth." 2p Italy rolled his eyes.
"... That doesn't tell me anything!" She attempted to whack him on the head, only for him to dodge it instinctively.
"He was being a copycat, and making me sound ridiculous!" Alfred said, glaring at him. Mary froze, looking between the two of them before facepalming.
"I have had enough of this. I'm obviously not going to get any sleep, so I'm going outside." She muttered, standing up and giving 2p Italy his jacket back. Muttering to herself, she walked over to slip on her boots.
"Um, I don't think that's a good think to do now, Mary... There is a snow stom out there..." Alfred stopped her bry grabbing her by one of her arms.
"Do tell... With those clothes you'll probably freeze to death, idiot." 2p Italy commented from the couch, looking at Prussia and Gilbert, tied against the tree and still almost stark-naked, "It would be wiser to take the clothes they aren't using now." He pointed out.
Mary looked over him with glazed eyes, frowning.
"I'm not an idiot, I have a coat in the closet." she said, rubbing her eyes as she opened it. Pulling out a dark green coat, she slipped in on, along with matching gloves and a hat.
"Besides, I had to run out anyway." Mary grabbed a shovel, glancing outside.
"Eh, it's not too bad. Better than listening to you guys shout." She walked over to the door sluggishly.
"Hey, you are still sleepy!" Alfred protested, "Drink something and then wash your face before going out!"
"I will be fine, dad. Geesh, I am not going to be out there for too long." She dismissed his complains with a wave of her hand, hand on the knob of the door.
"I have reached the conclusion that you are suicidal, Mary." 2p Italy commented standing.
"I am not suicidal! It's barely even snowing out there!" She said, turning to give them indignant looks. 2p Italy and Alfred gave each other a look.
"Only a suicidal person would even consider doing that." 2p Italy said, shaking his head.
"Mary, I really think you should go back to sleep." Alfred said, trying to calm her down. "You're going to get lost out there, or worse." The girl narrowed her eyes, before jerking the door open.
The snow didn't hesitate to enter the living room, some of it colliding with Mary's face. The wind was strong and fierce, making her shiver once she noticed the difference in temperature. She backed away and tried to close the door, but the damned door just kept slipping from her grasp, not giving her the chance to shut it.
"Ugh!" She managed to say before falling on her butt, snow covering her from head to toe.
Alfred smacked his forehead, before walking over and shutting the door. He looked down at Mary, who was wiping the snow out of her face.
"Do you still think it's a good idea idiot?" 2p Italy asked, raising an eyebrow. Alfred frowned at him.
"Stop with the 'idiot' thing okay? Whatever happened to not hurting her? Besides, she tends to act like this when she's really tired." He said, watching as Mary pulled off her hat and wiped her eyes with it. "And she gets teary too...great."
"I didn't know, okay?!" Mary sobbed on the floor. She kept wiping the snow and the tears at the same time. 2p Italy didn't had her face to face to him, but it was quite heart-breaking to hear cry like that.
"Shhh... Mary, it's alright... Snow never hurt no one, right? Shhh..." Alfred was kneeling in front of her, helping her to get the snow off of her.
'Actually... That's wrong...' 2p Italy sweatdropped at the comment and got closer, getting tenser with each step, although he didn't know why.
"It's only snow Mary. Calm down, it's okay." Alfred said soothingly, rubbing her back as she continued crying. "Come on, take of your jacket...that's much better isn't?" Mary shook her head, still crying.
"Hmm... Mary?" 2p Italy asked somehow sounding lost about what to do, "I... You are not hurt anywhere, are you?" He avoided finishing the first sentence and replaced it by another that seemed a lot more practical.
She shook her head, hiding her face. "No...I'm fine Feliciano...I just feel a bit weird...maybe I'm sick." Alfred gave her a concerned look, lifting her chin so she looked up at him. "You didn't eat any cupcakes right?" She shook her head again. "I haven't eaten today, so that's not it."
"..." 2p Italy thought for a second, "Did you feel dizzy when we were in the hallway?" He asked at last. She had fainted after all.
"A little bit, yes." She admitted. "But I figured it was because I was tired. I don't remember much of it."
"Did you drink anything today?" 2p Italy just found the answer, "When was it the last time you drank something?"
"A cup of water early in the morning." She said after a moment.
"She is dehydrated." 2p Italy stated, "You didn't cry much just now, did you? You probably have a sticky mouth and a headache. the dry skin can be also because of that. We need her to rest and prop her feet up." He looked at Alfred.
Alfred nodded, lifting her up and moving her carefully to the couch. Laying her down, he propped her feet up on the arm of the couch. "Feliciano, watch her for a moment." Alfred said, getting up and going to the kitchen.
"Why didn't you say this any sooner? The symptoms are found out pretty easily..." 2p Italy sat beside her, "You didn't go to the bathroom today, did you? Or had the time to rest well?"
"No, I didn't use the bathroom or rest. I was trying to make sure everything was ready for people to come over." She said, covering her eyes. "I didn't think it was that important..."
"Then sorry, but you must take out your clothes so that You don't sweat more than necessary." He began undressing her, taking the coat and gloves before Alfred came back with a glass of water.
"Here, drink this. I'm going to get you some food in a moment." Alfred said, passing her the glass of water. She took it gratefully, drinking it. "Do I have to take off my sweatpants too? I have shorts underneath." She asked, rubbing her head.
"Take them off then" 2p Italy helped her out as it seemed that her movements had turned slow and clumsy,"What are you cooking right now? If it is a damn hamburger, I am going to hit you."
Alfred stuck out his tongue, stirring a pot. "The hamburger is for me! The soup is for her." He said, pouring the contents of the pot into a bowl and walking out. He froze when he saw 2p Italy helping Mary take her pants off. "Feliciano..." he growled slightly.
"I don't have time for the overprotective dad nonsense, okay? Just give me the soup and I'll feed her, si?" He said pulling her pants completely off of her.
Alfred sighed, before handing him the bowl. "Give me her clothes." he said. 2p Italy passed him the pants and coat on the ground, and Alfred walked off to put it away. "Tank top and shorts...in the middle of winter..." he muttered to himself.
"A rare sight indeed..." Feliciano murmurred to himself in response of Alfred's muttering.
Mary shivered slightly, crossing her arms and rubbing them with her hands, "Don't tell me you are cold ..." 2p Italy whispered in dismay.
"Only a bit..." She said quietly, continuing to rub her arms. The fire had gone out already, but at least the electricity had returned.
"I am going to have to carry you to your bed, you can't rest here... With those two awake." He glared in the direction of France and Prussia, who flinched immediately after seeing his glare.
"Okay then..." She said, glancing at the two under the tree. The two were making strange faces, a mix of nervousness and...pervertedness maybe?
"B-Bon jour, mes amis..." France stuttered at 2p Italy's glare.
"How are you doing?" Gilbert was also a bit intimidated right now.
"Since when were you two awake, pervertiti?" 2p Italy cracked his knuckles.
"After Alfie started yelling." Gilbert said, shrugging.
"The first time. He was very loud, no?" Francis said, shaking his head.
"He should pipe down when others are sleeping...though I'd rather not be tied to a tree." Gilbert nodded in agreement.
"... You will stay there." 2p Italy lifted Mary up and then turned his back on them.
"Hey! You can't leave us here!" France shouted trying to untie the ropes unsuccessfully.
"This is extremely unawsome! Come and untie us now!" Gilbert demanded, his bird flying around his head, startled by the sudden change in his voice.
"No way. You are staying there." 2p Italy marched out of the room.
"Aw, come back here Italy! This rope is chafing moi's fabulous skin!" Francis shouted after him, frowning once he realized he was being ignored.
"And he talks about us being perverted." Gilbert said under his breath, only loud enough for Francis to hear. Even so, he flinched when he saw 2p Italy turn a glare at him before walking upstairs.
"Hey Feliciano- Where is he?" Alfred returned to the room without Mary's clothes, "And since when are you guys up?"
"Alfred!" "Alfie!" Cried the tied nations in relief. Surely, he would release them.
"Please untie us!" France had tears in his eyes, "I am cold and I really want to sleep in a bed!"
"Untie you guys? Hmm, if I do you can't do anything perverted." He said, kneeling down beside them.
"Of course we won't! Please help us out!" Prussia almost shouted.
"Okay, hold on a second." Alfred pulled out a pocket knife, and cutting the rope carefully. After a minute or two, the two felt the ropes around them fall around their waists.
"We're free!" Francis said, standing up and holding himself in happiness.
"Woah, cover yourself, guys!" Alfred shouted, turning around to erase their nudity out of his mind.
"Kesese~ This feels good! I like being free at last! Being tied against the tree wasn't awesome at all!" Prussia put his hands in his waist and started laughing out loud.
"I really agree with you, mon ami! Those ropes were damaging my beautiful face! Honhonhon~!" France check himself in order to be sure nothing the rope didn't leave him marks.
'I feel like I've released the Kraken or a monster!' Alfred continued to cover his eyes. Prussia smirked as he watched Alfred covering his eyes, and threw a shoulder over his shoulder.
"Thanks for freeing us mein awesome friend! My awesome 5 meters is free again!" he said happily, laughing loudly as Francis rubbed his chin.
"Gilbert, are you thinking what I'm thinking mon ami?" he asked, grinning pervertedly as his eyes flicked to the stairs. Prussia looked up as well, nodding.
"Ja! We should go spy on them!" he agreed.
"Oh, no, you won't!" Alfred try to grab them, missing by inches.
"Haha! Time to see my dear filles!" France stomped upstairs, following the hyper Prussia.
"Kesese~ The awesome me bets that some of them are sleeping in their panties! Hahaha! That would be awesome to see!" The albino rushed even more quickly than before.
"Hey come back here!" Alfred chased them.
The two ignored him and continued upstairs, lowering their voices slightly.
"Honhonhon~ who knew Feliciano was so perverted?" France said, grinning as they started walking down the hallway. Prussia followed him, laughing quietly.
"Not only did he strip her, he's going to do stuff with her while she's barely conscious! Who knew right? Kesesese!" Alfred frowned as he snuck up the stairs behind them, suddenly making a lot of correlations.
'He... Ugh! Feliciano will pay if he did anything to Mary!' Alfred gritted his teeth, 'But for now I got to make sure this guys won't enter any rooms... I hate this...' He mumbled mentally. His mind was creating escenarios where the 2p took advantage of his daughter, 'He will be in a lot of trouble if he did that...' He growled.
"I bet he's having a good time now, honhonhon~" France chuckled.
"Kesese, nice job Feli. Of course, she would have been mine if he didn't get in the way...but this is awesome!" Prussia said as they approached the room. France shushed him quickly, making Gilbert raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"If Feliciano sees us, we will die for sure." France said, shuddering. "Now follow me quietly~" He reached up and turned the doorknob slowly, pushing the door open. Alfred slowed down, not wanting to get caught with those two...but still wanting to check on Mary.
"Ah, Feli, are you sure I have to do this?" They heard Mary ask in a whimper.
"It will make you feel better, trust me." 2p Italy responded, doing something that made Mary moan in pleasure. "Do you like it?"
"It hurt at the beggining but now..." Another moan resounded, making even the two perverts flush in embarrassment, "F-Feli, don't stop... Please!"
Prussia and France looked at each other, and backed away a short distance from the door.
"Wow, he really is good..." Prussia said, shaking his head and grinning.
"Oui...I'm almost jealous. Who knew he'd get that far in one day?" France said, as Alfred walked over.