Hi guys~! Sorry I haven't update in the last couple of days, I was on a flight back to the U.S from my little vacation to Italy. Hope those of you who are drawing for my contest are doing good.
I don't own Hetalia.
Denmark was ready to fucking get out the car and sleep on the road. The last five hours were hell, e had to endure multiple cramps in his arms as he drove. His family was starting to snore loudly, he hadn't stopped since Budapest to get a coffee from Starbucks that was three hours ago, and he was very tired. He now knew what Sweden felt when he was driving. Karma was a bitch, and he had done nothing to deserve this.
Yawning he reached the borders of Italy, pulling out the passports from the glove compartment the guard checked them all before letting them go through. He had to get their passports signed through at least six different countries, so it was becoming a common occurrence. Finally they were in Italy, he had speed through most of the countries and was lucky enough not to get arrested.
Denmark still had five hours left to get to Italy's house, so he was going to drive slower for now. As he drove he soon heard his stomach growl, thinking that he would get a burger or something at the first McDonald he saw he drove on. Looking on every street in the city he was in he soon realized there were no burgers anywhere.
Little Caesars, Olive Garden, and even fucking Taco Bell.
Where in the holy hell was McDonald's?
Turning right he saw Burger King. Goddammit where was McDonald's!? His stomach decided that Burger King wasn't bad he stopped at the fast food restaurant. Getting up the rest of the Nordics, they had to help him get Sweden up and out of the car.
" Hey, Denmark where are we?", the Finnish man asked.
" Italy"
" Hm. G'od j'b dr'ving."
" Hey no problem Sve! Now lets go get something to eat! I'm starved!"
Laughing as he walked the others shook their heads.
He didn't know how to speak Italian, but they did.
Helping Italy out of bed, Hungary had pulled out the all the tubes and her IV and gave her clothes to change into. Leaving the room Hungary told her that she would be with the others, and left her with a emerald green dress and brown sandals to change into. As she got out of her underwear and bra the door slammed open revealing a flustered German panting for breath. Blushing he realized that she was changing and left with a quiet "I'm sorry Italien.", leaving the woman who was changing with a face that can make a tomato look like shit.
Quickly changing into the clothes Hungary gave her she then climbed into the bed, careful of the burns on her legs and feet, and buried her head into her pillow. Italy couldn't believe it. Germany of all people walked in on her changing. Why her? He must think she was ugly.
Her hair curled was singed off of her head, her upper torso was black and blue, the incision was visible on her body, and her legs and feet were burnt red and pink. So then why was his face red? Probably because he was embarrassed that he walked in on her changing. Hearing the door open she looked behind her and saw Hungary close it softly.
" Mi-ss Hun-gary. A-am I u-ugly?"
" Why would you think that százszorszép? You are an obviously beautiful woman. Why in the world would you think you aren't?"
" B-because t-the car cr-crash h-hurt me a-a lot. M-my s-skin is b-b-burnt and my c-chest is bl-black and blue"
" Csak időre van szükségük, hogy meggyógyítsa, akkor meg még szebb, mint eredetileg volt."
" R-really?"
" Igen!"
" Grazie"
Helping her again the two women walked out to the waiting men at the nurses station. The jaws of four of the five nations were dropping, even though she had sustained many injuries they all thought she still looked beautiful. A nurse walked up to the women and said to Italy, "Signorina Vargas, a causa di norme ospedale ogni paziente è richiesto di lasciare l'ospedale in una sedia a rotelle. Quando si lascia la sedia a rotelle deve essere lasciato all'ingresso."
" Si."
As she sat in the chair Germany immediately took the handles on the back and started to push her. He smirked at Romano's pissed off face, sometimes it was fun to piss him off. The group of seven walked to the two cars, one Romano's and the other Germany' out of the wheelchair Italy swayed slightly on her feet before asking, " Which car am I riding in?" And like that an answer rose out of the people standing there, " Mine."
Opening the door for her Romano rolled the chair back to the entrance, before running back to slide into his seat. Putting his car in reverse, he swerved around the nations and with a wave the two were gone. Leaving in their wake three pissed of males.
The Asians had to put their luggage in the back while the rest tried to figure out what the seating arrangements were. Sometimes Germany could never win against Romano's plans.
Russia and the former Soviets stepped of the plane with their carry-on luggage, trying to find their way through the crowd. It was hard for Russia since Belarus kept clinging to his arm, but at least she was scaring away the crowd. The Baltics were staying a good four feet away from him while Ukraine tried to make a conversation with Estonia and Latvia and Lithuania were talking about food. Russia sighed grabbing their baggage from the pick-up center he walked calmly with his siblings to the entrance trying to flag down a taxi.
Italy was so warm ,he thought, how I would love to live here all the time.
Taking off his coat but successfully leaving on his scarf he let Belarus hold his coat. Seeing a taxi near them he waved at it to get it to come over. and when it did he realized that there were six people but four available seats left. Putting in Ukraine's bags along with the Baltics he gave the man the directions with some difficulty. He knew Italian, but yet he struggled with the language.
So he was left with Belarus clinging to his arm, as if she wanted to pull it off.
" Marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me..."
" P-please stop that sister. U-um... W-why don't you get a cab for us huh? Belarus?"
" Only for you brother.", and with that the terrifying nation had left to flag down another taxi. Sighing in relief he checked his cell phone, no messages or calls. As usual.
Well it wasn't surprising anymore, he was used to it.
" Maybe you'll be perfect for my cute granddaughter."
Turning around he looked for the person that spoke.
" Who's there?"
No answer.
Turning back around he saw Belarus running at him, his coat blowing in the wind. Dammit she put on his coat again.
" Big brother, I got us a cab like you asked. We have to hurry because the meter is running," her rough accent cut the air as her voice reached him. Nodding he grabbed the luggage before running to the cab with her in tow. The woman driving waited impatiently for them as they put all the stuff in the trunk, her patients was always thin but today it was terribly thin. Her reddish eyes gleamed as Russia told her the address.
Looking at Belarus as she clanged to his arm, her eyes flashed to the road. She wouldn't allow her anger to be seen by them. If some had heard what she had been through the past couple of days they'd be pissed to. I mean who would want to be shot in the head by a little girl and live. The woman was glad that her past experimentation worked or she wouldn't be here today. It seemed like yesterday it happened.
" Mama! Papa! Nonno! Help me!", a little blonde haired girl yelled as she was dragged through her home in Milan. Throwing her into a van the kidnapper drove off as his men killed the rest of the family. Her name was Venecia, named after the city of Venice that her mother grew up in. Her blue scanned the back of the van. Two other kids lay in there as well.
" What's your name?", the boy asked her.
" Venecia Buchallotta."
" Mine is Luciano, and this is my big brother Stephano."
" I wish we could have met under different circumstances."
" Me too."
" SHUT UP BACK THERE!"
Then the three stopped talking, Luciano had brown hair while Stephano had red. Luciano had beautiful honey eyes while his brother had forest green. Her own looked like sapphires.
Fa la ninna, fa la nanna
Nella braccia della mamma
Fa la ninna bel bambin,
Fa la nanna bambin bel,
Fa la ninna, fa la nanna
Nella braccia della mamma.
All three children looked around for the source of the voice. Finding nothing the quit, then as if magic a man appeared. Dressed in a battle plate from the Roman Empire his brown hair had hair curls in it while a red cape floated around him. He was singing them to sleep, but before Luciano or Stephano could sleep he said, " You remind me of my grandchildren. Feliciana and Lovino. Keep whatever Italian pride you have and live."
" Who are you?"
" Romulus Vargas, or if you prefer the Roman Empire."
Before they could ask anymore questions the fell asleep like Venecia did before them. And when they woke up they were in separate cages.
" Stephano! Luciano! HELP ME PLEASE!"
Looking at the door the two boys watched as she was dragged by a man in white. His face was the personification of all that was evil.
" You demon let her go! Venecia!" they watched helpless as the man pulled her through the door, unable to help they cried. Either could help their family and now they can't help Venecia. They cried for her, their families, and for the future they all had together. Begging for God to help the two waited for a sign anything to help them. But alas nothing. Hours passed and their prayers weren't helping, and soon the man had brought Venecia back in to her own cage.
" Venecia, Venecia! Wake up!", Stephano screamed but the only response from her was silence. Her sapphire blue eyes were clouded and unseeing.
" In about an hour she should wake up. If she doesn't then the experiment failed."
Looking up a woman looked down at them, her kind face shone with hope.
" Why? Why are you doing this!?"
" Because if it works, then I can bring back my husband."
" I hope it fails for him, but not her. She doesn't deserve this. Neither so we," Luciano yelled at her. She laughed, her voice sounded mad.
Then it comfirmed their greatest fear.
She was insane.
Because her husband was dead she went insane.
There was no hope for them now.
százszorszép - daisy
Csak időre van szükségük, hogy meggyógyítsa, akkor lesz szebb, mint már volt. - You just need time to heal, then you will be prettier than you already were.
Igen - Yes
Signorina Vargas, a causa di norme ospedale ogni paziente è richiesto di lasciare l'ospedale in una sedia a rotelle. Quando si lascia la sedia a rotelle deve essere lasciato all'ingresso. - Miss Vargas, due to hospital rules every patient is required to leave the hospital in a wheelchair. When you leave the wheelchair is to be left at the entrance.
Fa la ninna, fa la nanna
Nella braccia della mamma
Fa la ninna bel bambin,
Fa la nanna bambin bel,
Fa la ninna, fa la nanna
Nella braccia della mamma. - i have no idea
Hope you liked it. I'm very tired. I just got back from Italy, its a beautiful country. I got me and my mom a ticket for her birthday. Rome is so beautiful and the Vatican was just gorgeous!
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Ciao~
-Miharu