Chapter 11 – The Italians' Road
With difficulty, Italy grit his teeth and endured the pain inflicted on him. Tears had easily slipped down his eyes but he bit back on the scream. His older brother wincing and twitching. Both brothers seemed to have been static shocked and, as if they were projections, their bodies had trouble focusing on the reality of the game. The younger brother finally let a shout escape his mouth and he landed on the floor, head first and dead tired. He barely had a hold of consciousness.
Next came his brother who had been inflicted more pain than the younger who had lost all consciousness. Landing beside his younger brother, the younger seemed to regain energy. Enough energy to hold his precious older brother in his arms. "Lovino?" exclaimed the younger brother in terror.
A man in a black uniform with choppy hair licked his slender fingers and then his lips. "Thanks, you two," he said, dropping his hand to his side as he smirked. "I have regained my strength now. If you need help, as always, come to me and I shall help you."
Gritting his teeth, the younger brother gently placed the older brother on the ground and bowed his head to the floor, "Thank you, Nihon. We are glad to be with your assistance."
"Well, yes," the man in the black uniform smirked as he turned around towards the door of the chapel. "Well, I must say goodbye to you two. Keep up with the good work. I give you permission to kill off France and America."
"Yes," the younger brother said and soon after, the great doors of the chapel closed with a loud locking sound. "LOVINO!" he shouted, throwing himself over to his brother. Caressing the older brother's cheek, the sobbing younger brother mumbled, "What do I do? What should I do?" He sobbed desperately as he wished for someone to heal his brother, but he could not go to China for he was on the opponent's side. And also, he feared the Nihon in this game.
"Italia-kun," a faint voice of a gentle man called and Italy's stopped sobbing so loudly. "Italia-kun, your brother will be fine."
Blinking rapidly, the Italian looked up and he shook his head. "B-But… Japan, Nihon seems to have sucked out all his energy." His eyes bored into the gentle and caring eyes of a man wearing a navy blue kimono.
"I'm sorry, Italia-kun," the man said, taking a step closer to the twins. "I can't really help because I wasn't sucked into the world correctly—but please don't help Nihon. You should fight against him."
"No," the younger Italian instantly replied. He knew that was the only way of leaving the game, but he feared power. And that was what mostly drove him and his brother to listen to the evil Nihon. "Thank you, Nihon, but I cannot. …You know I cannot."
Tilting his head slightly to the right, Japan said, "Yes, I thought not. …I will help your brother cure. Please remember what I told you though." The Japan in front of them fade out and then reappeared closer, hovering on the other side of South Italy. Remember, the Japanese man said in his mind, that when things get too desperate, immediately abandon Nihon. Your place is not with him and will never be. There was a bright flash and the pained expression on his brother's face disappeared, replaced by a founding peace.
Teardrops dripped from the younger Italian's face as he hugged his older brother close to his chest. Of course. I knew that since the start.
In a war, there can never be someone you trust forever. They eventually will turn against you or die.
Thank you for reading RomaHeta! I'm sorry that I did not upload yesterday and earlier today, my reason was: I was busy. Anyways, you all know it's July 4th tomorrow, and it'll be America's birthday! (Both reality and Hetalia reference) So I most likely will not upload tomorrow (because both you and I will most likely be busy). Therefore I shall try uploading chapters for each story (like on Hong Kong and Canada's birthday) today. I hope you enjoy this story. Please review and/or favorite, it really helps!
~Yui Lathens~
