ugh... from now on I'm not gonna promise to update soon anymore! whenever I do I end up updating late!
I just came back from London.I had a lot of fun and I'm planning to write a story based on my trip (either a FRUK or a USUK tell me which one you'd like best. iggy's vital regions were lovely in case you wanted to know)
"so~…" England mumbled.
"so what?" Luciano asked brashly before gulping down his tea like it was the last he'd ever get.
"the silence was getting awkward so I thought something might occur to me if I just said something. Unfortunately this did not happen." The Brit said while sipping his tea.
"and this is any less awkward?"he laughed.
"no not quite." The Englishman said with a frown.
"Oh, please stop that! And Artie you shouldn't frown so much." Oliver chirped
"it's England! not Artie, not Arthur, not Art! England!" the Englishman yelled
"can we go get Italy already?!"Germany groaned.
"I'm sorry but, no. you came here without any one going into your dimension. There could be something wrong with the inter-dimensional balance and if something goes wrong then…" Oliver stopped.
"then what?" Luciano asked.
"I don't know really~. That's never happened before. Would you like a crumpet~?"
"no one wants yer damn crumpets Oliver!" Luciano sneered.
"fine but can't you send someone to go fetch him?" Japan asked.
"sure thing. Luddy! You go on ahead okay?" Luciano yelled over his shoulder to Lutz who hadn't moved from his spot in the corner since they'd arrived.
He wore a cap that kept most of his face hidden but his thin arms gave away that he was extremely pale and had many scars. He looked like he hadn't eaten in a while which was odd because a nations weren't usually affected by not eating. His clothes had been torn and mended on so many places that even Austria would have told him it was time to buy new ones. His occasional twitch when Luciano yelled about something was the only sign that he hadn't slipped into some kind of coma while standing straight up.
The man gave a small nod and went to open the window.
"you're leaving that way?!" Germany asked surprised. Then again who wouldn't be?
"it's faster." Was the last thing heard before he leaped out the window.
"we're going with him!" the remaining German insisted as he went for the window.
"I'm very sorry dear…-" Oliver said in a (for his standards) low growling tone and in the blink of an eye he stood right behind the German holding a blade against his throat "I cannot allow that I'm afraid…"
"oh FRUK it! Let's just get going!" Luciano said standing up on the coffee table with the silverware he'd stolen from Germany in between his fingers kicking of some of the pastries that Oliver had put there.
it was quite a waste since so much of Oliver's cooking went to waste. Luciano kept tossing knives at people's fingers as a warning before anyone could lay a hand on the brightly colored sweets.
"Oliver we're leaving." Luciano said with a grin. He threw one of the knives in his hand at Oliver. It hit him in the shoulder causing him to drop the dagger in his hand. Germany continued his sprint for the window as Luciano dashed of the table dragging Japan along by his hand.
"LET'S GO!" Luciano cheered as he pushed Japan out the window who barely managed to land safely. Luciano looked back at Arthur who stared at the scene in front of him.
"I'd run away if I were you. And if I say run it's serious." He said with a devilish smirk before allowing himself to drop down 3 stories into Oliver's neatly trimmed rosebushes where Japan and Germany were waiting for him.
"where to?" the German asked. Luciano gave him a surprised look before all 3 looked up because of a hysterical laughter sounding from the open window they'd just jumped from followed by a scream and loud rapid footsteps on the stairs.
"OH FRUK! We triggered his freak mode! Let's go!" Luciano yelled. He seemed to be panicking but that was impossible right?
"you were the one who nailed him in the shoulder." Germany muttered under his breath chasing after the Italian.
~if you've read this far you're my new bestest friend! let's see what Italy is doing~
Stefano, Kuro and Tony stood before a huge canopy bed. Despite the heavy sexual tension in the room the soft sound of snoring was heard from under the covers.
"If any of you touch him I'll kill you in a heartbeat!" Stefano shot a small glare at the spaniard and the asian on his left. The glare may have turned out more like a pout since Stefano either smiled, smirked or, had a bored expression. glaring didn't suit him. he said scowling would be a waste of his handsome features.
"oh please~ I'm not that stupid!-" Kuro laughed before he snapped his head around and glared at the Italian "of course I'll kill you first~".
Tony didn't say anything or even bothered to look at the men that where about to kill each other on his right. No~ he just stared at the little Italian that was sleeping before him and how incredibly cute he was.
Tony wasn't the type to get involved in a fight of any kind. He felt sad looking at Italy like this. Instead he worried about the boy's well being, about Luciano's well being, about how fragile the boy was, how he'd have survived if Kuro had not found him that time but, when was the spaniard not depressed?
He'd been that way for a long time. At first it was the simply the sadness of loosing human friends so quickly but as he grew older he learnt to detach himself from caring for mortals.
As he grew older he found others like himself. Countries who felt the same way. However being the same as him none of them where capable of trust and soon the spaniard would end up stabbed in his back by the ones he thought were his friends, the ones who were the same as him, the ones that understood him, or so he thought.
He'd eventually been picked up from the ruins he called home by two young Italians who were still in their teens at the time. Their relationship had been very clear from the start, "expect no affection from either one of us. You work for us and will do as we say or else! The only reason we're choosing you is because you still own vast amounts of land, will obey, and at least you know what NOT to do." is what he'd been told.
The young mafia bosses were cold and always focussing on one thing: getting back what should have been theirs.
They were raised by the great roman empire but only inherited a small part of what he left when he went. Most of it had been taken by other countries the boys were apparently related to. The boys despised them for this and loathed human kind even more. They had done so all their lives. The humans had been cold towards them since birth, envying them for their immortality and not hesitating to test it, attempting to make them miserable for their ability to survive.
They promised to become the most powerful nation in the world together. While Stefano focused on controlling the mafia and the people within the land they'd claimed, Luciano tried to gain more and more territory.
Despite everything they'd gained they only wanted more and none of it satisfied them anymore.
The boys still did not trust anyone, including each other, including him, including Kuro and Lutz who always had their backs and had helped them expand so far.
The spaniard wondered what the world of this boy looked like. If maybe Luciano and Stefano had turned out like him if they'd lived there.
He wondered if Luciano might have known how happy this boy was despite being the same as him. Maybe he was just envious. Maybe he just needed a reason to trust those around him. Maybe it was time to end their never ending war.
How my best friend sees me:
I'm the epic result when Netherlands and turkey have a drunken one-night-stand and their love-child adapts Greece's laziness, England's tsundere, and Hungary's yaoi...fangirl…ness with the looks of Seychelles (no joke.)
who has a crush on Japan (not true!) but will most likely end up having a happy family with a man who thinks he's an anime character she met at the mental institution.
(on the other hand the way my friend describes me... don't japan and I sound like a perfect match?)