-Thanks for reading and reviewing! Sorry for it being kind of short...(Here's chapter 10...Enjoy!)
Romano sat in the field of wilted grass alone holding the flower crown in his hands. Looking at it reminded him of Italy. He had told him that he could have anything he wanted for his birthday before he left...But what he didn't know was that he was asleep. Romano had wanted to tell him right then and there until he realized that...It would probably break his heart to know. He tried to attempt a smile for Italy even through the sadness he was feeling in his heart.
The crown was clutched tightly in his hands and they crunched in his grasp. The flowers on the crown were dead...The beautiful colors from them were gone. Even if it was dead...He still held it close. The sky remained dark and Romano felt like everything was beginning to seem hopeless. Italy had left only awhile ago, but it felt like hours...Was it hours or minutes that had passed? Romano couldn't even tell how long it had been. All he knew was that he couldn't wake up no matter what he tried.
He continued to repeat the same phrase over and over...'you won't die...' It didn't bring much hope,if he had woken up then that probably would have helped. Romano remembered hearing some strange voices even though he was alone. It seemed like the world itself had been speaking to him using familiar people's voices. He had heard Spain's voice and Spain seemed to be in denial about...His death apparently. Ever since he had heard those words he had been afraid of the worst happening.
That's why he kept repeating the same, hopeless phrase over and over...Refusing to believe it. He was alive...He had seen Italy. They had spoken here about the birthday party and he was going to wake up to celebrate it. No matter what it took. Romano looked at the dark sky and sighed. It was kind of depressing sitting in a field of wilted grass alone. He thought of the other voices he had heard. One sounded like Italy's. He was begging for his brother to wake up to celebrate the party with him.
That voice seemed to be the one that reached the best. Then after time had cruelly passed, he had heard his brother's shouts and pleas after a few voices had their say. He gritted his teeth recalling the bastards that made his brother shout like that...He was probably crying by now. He swore that when he woke up, he'd send the bastards running. It was easier said than done...And sitting there his anger just stirred in his heart along with other emotions that settled. His brother had wanted to stay...He didn't want to leave him alone.
'Italy wanted to stay...' He thought as tears that had been suppressed earlier began to make their way down his cheeks. He wanted to wake up so badly...But no matter what he did or how much he screamed nothing would happen. Romano would remain in the dark world all alone. Without the voices...He felt lonely. They seemed to be the only thing that told him that he was still alive. Just hearing them confirmed it. Hearing his brother's voice also confirmed that the bastard hadn't gotten his hands on him. Sitting there in the wilted field, Romano began to regret the things he had said to his brother previously.
If he did die...Or pass on soon then Italy would only have cruel words to remember him by. The thought of it was sad. Time continued to pass cruelly by and it was driving Romano mad. He wasn't sure how much of it he could take...It was like torture.
The sky didn't even change...It remained dark. No matter what...Even thinking about a sunny sky didn't change it. Every little thing there drove him mad...Even the never ending silence.
"LET ME WAKE UP!" He screamed once again and nothing responded.
"WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP!?" He shouted.
More tears fell and he continued to scream.
"LET ME WAKE UP DAMN IT!"
Nothing happened...Just like his other attempts. It seemed like he wouldn't get to wake up after all and he was tempted to give in, but the crown that remained in his grasp reminded him that he had to.
"WAKE UP!" He shouted at himself and bit his arm in a desperate attempt to force himself awake, but he didn't feel any pain and there was no mark from the bite.
He tried tearing at his skin...But nothing worked. The only wound that would remain was the one on his neck.
"Dam-"he struggled to speak a little and wondered why.
He didn't have any trouble earlier...What was going on.
"Da-"He attempted again, but his voice wouldn't cooperate.
A new voice spoke, but he didn't recognize it all.
"Sir?" It asked.
"What..." He managed regaining his voice.
"I could have sworn I heard something...Must be the long hours." The female's voice replied.
'What the hell?' Romano thought.
Maybe the girl had heard him or someone else...Romano wasn't sure and continued to look up at the sad sky that wouldn't shed any light. The voice was gone now and it had barely spoken unlike the other voices. He longed to hear a familiar voice that would provide some comfort in this living hell. All he could do here was think about all his mistakes and recall the past. The past had been good and bad at times..But it usually turned out ok in the end.
Romano hated to recall the past especially here...The only memory that annoyed him so far was recalling how he had fallen. Those cruel words and the eyes full of amusement. He even recalled the pain that radiated through his back once the knife had been swung down. Then came even more pain as his own blood began to flow out of his body. The knife was ripped out of his back and then the bastard aimed right for his neck, which hurt the worst.
The world had disappeared after that and he found himself here all alone. That's how it had started...Maybe this was karma for not being strong enough to stop the bastard. The flowers on the crown were still dead and most of them had fallen off or been crushed by his fingers. Romano continued to look at the sad world that he forced to suffer in and continued...to try and wake himself up.
