"Alright let's start! I bet you're just dying from excitement right now Germany! Especially with all these glorious cheeseburgers right in front of you!" America gives Ludwig a goofy smile as the other blonde looks at the large pile of greasy cheeseburgers in front of him at the table he's sitting at.
"This is incredibly unhealthy! Do you expect me to eat all of this? Are you trying to kill me?" Germany looks at America who is looking at Germany like he's retarded.
"Well...of course I'm expecting you to eat all of them! Or at least try! You want to be a hero like me don't you? So get to eating!"
"What does eating cheeseburgers have to do with being a hero?" Germany can't help to ask as he picks up his first overly stacked up sandwich. He licks his lips, preparing for this. I can do it. I can do it. It's just a sandwich! I will be running this off later that's for sure.
"What?" America gasps, looking at Ludwig with wide eyes. "It has everything to do with being a hero! Jeez Germany! So much to learn." He shakes his head.
Ludwig bites his tongue to stop himself from saying anything else. The last thing he needs is to yell at America, expose himself and get kicked out. He doesn't want to leave...He doesn't want to leave Italy. Germany does feel a little bad for shoving his friend like he did, but he had to. He felt his heart pick up speed and his body warm at the Italian's kiss on the cheek. He felt the urge of wrapping his arms around Italy and kissing him. He can't do it. He won't do it. Germany will get better so that Italy will be able to kiss him and hug him like normal with out Ludwig freaking out...but right now he has to avoid it. Germany doesn't want Italy to see through him. He doesn't want his best friend seeing these shameful desires in his eyes.
Ludwig takes a deep breath before he takes a bite out of the cheeseburger. Trying to get the Italian out of his mind with all the cheese and meat that explodes in his mouth. The taste over powers his thoughts and for that, he's grateful. Even though this taste like a heart attack on a bun. Like he said, he's going to be running a whole lot after this whole experience.
"Good right?" America grins at him. "I got Lithuania to buy all these at McDonald's! Just for you dude." America smiles over at Lithuania who's been watching America this whole time. It gets the brown haired male to tense and glace away nervously. "Thanks dude for this by the way! Couldn't have done it with out you!"
"No problem Mr. America." Lithuania smiles back at him, those deep blue eyes shining with emotions like admiration, and appreciation.
"Wow! That's a lot of cheeseburgers!" Germany chokes on a piece of the sandwich at that voice, he coughs a couple of times before he's alright. He looks up from the pile of food to see Italy, the owner of the voice, and Prussia walk in, both looking at the cheeseburgers with awe.
"Damn! Now you know we're in America!" Prussia laughs, hitting Italy on the shoulder at his joke.
"..." Germany can't help to stare at Italy, at that soft smile he has on his lips as he looks at his brother, at his soft features that make him swallow. He wants him. Germany thought he would be able to fight his feelings towards Italy better then this! This is a disgrace! When Italy turns those beautiful brown orbs towards Germany, he's quick to look back down at the cheeseburgers. He keeps a stern look as he takes another bite of his greasy sandwich.
"Even when he's eating he acts all serious." Prussia chuckles. "Geeze West it's not like the burgers are going to kill you!"
"Ve I don't know." Italy tilts his head at how the grease is starting to drip off the table it's so much.
"Hold it right there!" America suddenly slams his fist down in front of Germany, getting him to stop mid-bite. He raises his eye brow at Alfred who is glaring at him. "What the hell do you think your doing?"
"...Eating these cheeseburgers like you said?" Germany can't hide the irritation in his voice. This guy just gets on his nerves. It has nothing to do with World War 2, but the fact this guy is so loud and flaunts his power when it's only from how large he is. He's fat and lazy, with no discipline. Germany's grudge might also have something to do with America's involvement with World War 2 but as of right now, he doesn't like him as a country, nor does he like Britain for the same reason. They're both bad news and Italy shouldn't be so close to England..not that perverted bastard.
"Noooo! You're doing it all wrong! You're eating way too slow! Here, I'll show you how it's done!" America pulls up a chair so he's sitting next to Germany. He grabs a cheeseburger, licking his lips. "Watch and be amazed at my heroicness!" America opens his mouth...and shoves the whole cheeseburger in. Germany's face falls as America eats the whole sandwich like it was nothing. "Now that's how you eat a cheeseburger! In one bite! Now you try!"
"Like hell if I'm doing that" Germany can't help to fum, covering his mouth after. Damn it! This guy is making it harder for me to act my part-
"Aww I get it! You're shy I bet! It must be a lot of pressure trying to eat right in front of your hero! So here, I'll eat with you!" America smiles at Germany, pointing at himself with his thumb before he picks up two cheeseburgers and shoves them into his mouth...
"Wow he's right, I'm amazed! How do they fit like that?" Italy watches with his eyes wide.
"Yeah I'm amazed alright, not by his heroicness but by him being a fat ass." Prussia chuckles at the look on Germany's face. He's not happy at all.
"See? Only someone this awesome can eat these many cheeseburgers-" America starts to boast to Germany...but he gets something to flash in Prussia's eyes.
"Awesome? I'm so much more awesome then you America!" Prussia takes a step forward, his eyes narrowing.
"Uh huh, that's why I'm able to handle all these cheeseburgers but look at you! So skinny!" America grins over at him, a glint in his eyes that Prussia has in his own.
"Pssh! I might have an awesome body but that doesn't mean I can't out fat you!" Prussia marches over, taking a seat next to America, grabbing 3 cheeseburgers.
"Let's see about that!" Their eyes narrow...before they both start attacking the cheeseburgers...it's like watching two loins fighting over the flesh of a zebra. They push each other, shove cheeseburgers down their throats. Pieces of bread and meat fly around the room.
"What hell is wrong with you two?!" Germany growls, not seeing Italy leave the room. He's too busy dealing with his brother and America, who are over top of him, trying to get all the cheeseburgers.
"Haha is that all you got America? See? I'm the one who's truly awesome! You look up awesome in the dictionary and i'll be there giving you the middle finger!" Prussia laughs as both of their hands land on the last cheeseburger...both eyes narrowing more.
"I don't know about that but I'm sure I'll find you in the directory under loser! That's why I ate so much more cheeseburgers then you!"
"No way! West tell him I ate so more then him!" Prussia looks at his brother...who's wiping some pieces of bread off his face.
"Brother you only had three of them. You were mainly throwing the food at America, saying how 'awesome you are'." Germany sighs, glancing at the mess then at Lithuania. "Sorry again for the mess."
"Oh it's no problem. This happens every Friday." Lithuania chuckles..Every Friday?! Germany can't help to look at him in disbelief. How the hell can he looks so happy? Having to leave here for Germany would be hell.
"Oh well." Prussia chuckles when he looks at how dirty America is. "it was worth it! And I won't end up obese like you!"
"Hey, I'm not obese! I'm the perfect weight for my height." America crosses his arms, glaring at Prussia. "You're just jealous!"
"Jealous of what-" Prussia starts only for Germany to yank him towards him.
"Stop this! You have to behave yourself or we're going to get kicked out alright?" Germany says harshly in his ear.
"Fine, fine I get it." Prussia sighs, only to stop when he looks over at the doorway. He grins. "Oh hey Italy! You need my awesome help with that?"
At this everyone turns their head towards the door, the room going deadly quiet as Italy walks in...holding England up with his arm wrapped around him. Britain is limping still but he notices the change in atmosphere immediately. Italy not so much. He smiles at Prussia...only to tense at the dark look Germany has on his face. "Uh I-"
"You're holding him wrong." America is suddenly right in front of the two, he gives Italy an odd look before he grabs England from him, holding him bridal style, getting Arthur's face to heat up. He kicks and starts to struggle.
"Put me down you git!" England struggles with him...till America places him down in a chair.
"You're welcome England!" America smiles at the other blonde before grinning at Italy. "I bet you can't even do that! You're so weak dude, it's pretty pathetic-"
"Hey." Germany stops him there, glaring at the large country. "You're going to far."
"Yeah!" Prussia hits his palm with his fist.
"I'm just saying! This guy could have hurt England holding him like that when he has a hurt foot. I mean, I'm the hero around here."
"You're being stupid." England cuts in, shaking his head. "Italy was fine. At least he came back to bring me in the room with you guys. So for that..." England smiles at Italy. "Thank you."
"Ve no problem!" Italy chuckles, seeming to not be affected by the words of America. This gets both America's and Germany's face to fall. Both not liking the smile they are sharing with each other. Germany feels inside him...He's starting to boil with that feeling. The feeling of jealously. It's a fire and he wishes he could just leave this place with Italy. "Germany~" Italy smiles and skips over to the larger male, catching him off guard once again. He goes and hugs him. "Is something wrong? You don't look so good! Ve is it the cheeseburgers?"
"No..." Germany feels his heart starting to pick up speed, he adverts his gaze, willing his face not to tint...but that's when Germany's eyes met his.
England is staring at him oddly, those green eyes seeming to be searching for something in him. Germany doesn't like it. He doesn't like how strong this feeling is from Italy hugging him. The last thing he wants is England to know... "Italy that's enough." Germany pulls Italy away, not able to look at that frown on his face. ..Don't you know what you're doing to me? "Stop clinging to me." Can't you feel how fast my heart is beating? "I'm fine." I'm not fine. "So stop with all the hugging and kissing, it's irritating." I love you.
Italy's frown is deep...but for some reason he looks over at Prussia. They seem to have a silent conversation...before Italy smiles again. "Okays!" Italy sits so he's right next to Germany, his shoulder against his...I guess this is better then before..
"Alright next thing! To be like me you got to be loud like I said!" America picks England up, holding him close, giving Italy a look. "I'll carry him this time." With that he leaves the room, with Lithuania following behind.
"Haha that looks like fun." Italy beams, watching America and England go before he looks over at Germany. He holds up his hands like a child. "Ve Germany carry me too!"
"You have legs, you can walk." Germany says coldly even though he wouldn't mind carrying Italy. He wouldn't mind holding this smaller man in his arms, he wouldn't mind having Italy smile at him and giggle...but that's why he can't do it. Italy's curl droops as Germany gets out of his seat and marches after America. "Stop fooling around Italy."
Ludwig doesn't hear what Italy says in return, but he does hear his brother move towards the smaller male. He doesn't look. He doesn't turn around. He just keeps walking.
Germany has to ignore this feeling...and that's just what he's going to do. He'll ignore it. He'll push it aside. He'll run from it.
Italy's smile flashes through his head...
Because he sure as hell can't fight against it.
"Ve why are we on the roof?" Italy blinks as him and Prussia finally catch up to everyone. After Germany had left, the albino was quick to go to Italy and give him words of encouragement. He hugged Italy and gave him such nice smiles...The look in those red eyes gave Italy the strength to keep this up. Prussia looks at him...like he believes in Italy. He believes that Italy can help Germany with his problem. He believes in Italy...it's such a unfamiliar feeling. Though Germany's actions are hurting him, Italy's not going to stop trying to touch him. He won't stop trying to get through to him. Prussia believes in him.
Italy never thought about it much, with Prussia not being around, but he really is a awesome guy. To some he may be a bit rude but to the ones he cares about..He'll do anything for them. Prussia has always been nice to Italy since they met. Most the time he just calls him cute and things like that but now Prussia is helping him, giving him advice. Germany's lucky. He really is a awesome big brother.
"We're on a roof for the next phase in turning Germany into a hero!" America chimes, turning to face Italy and Prussia...He's standing on the edge of this large building, with England still in his arms. He doesn't look comfortable with this at all.
"Put me down! And stop standing on the edge like this! I don't trust your balance! You're so clumsy!" Britain struggles to get out of America's hold but it's no use.
"Don't be a scarey cat! The hero wouldn't let you fall! I won't let anything bad happen to you." America smiles down at England, the green eyed blonde blushing-
"Are you guys going to keep flirting or are we going to do something awesome?" Prussia breaks in bluntly, getting Britain's face to get hotter but surprisingly America doesn't blush, he doesn't glare at Prussia, and he doesn't even say anything about what he said like it didn't affect him.
"...Put me down America." England says more firmly this time, obviously not liking Prussia's words or how the German brothers are looking at him. They're his enemies they shouldn't see him in such a vulnerable state.
"Why? You didn't seem to have a problem when Italy was holding you." This is said as a whisper, it's harsh, those blue orbs glaring at England. "It's not like he's your hero."
"I never said you were my hero and all Italy was doing was helping me into the kitchen. I can stand on my own, thank you very much." Arthur whispers back just as harsh. "Put me down."
"Nope! Can't let Italy steal my spot." America grins at that, keeping the man against his chest who's looking at him with his eye brow raised.
"Your spot-"
"Alright! Here's what you got to do Germany! I want you to shout as loud as you can 'USA, USA!'. To be a hero you have to proudly state who you are." America points a finger to his chest as Germany gives him a look of disbelief.
"America please stop this." England grumbles. "This is idiotic!"
"And so is your face!"
"You-" England glares, getting America to laugh.
"...Why don't you do it first? You know, to see how the master gets it done." Germany forces his smile, not at all looking thrilled about this.
"Hm? You want to see the hero do it? Well I can't disappoint my number one fan!" America beams before he looks down at England who just punched him in the chest.
"Put me down! I don't want to be near you when you start shouting. You'll blow my bloody ear drum out!" Britain fums, only to be surprised when America puts him down gently.
"Fine, just don't go hurting yourself again old man." America turns on the edge of the building quickly, barely standing on it now.
"Be careful idiot!" Britain stays close, just in case Alfred does fall over the edge..though he doesn't know if he could hold the fat ass up anyway. He may just drag him down with him.
Italy glances over at Germany who has his arms crossed, staring at America with blank, far away eyes like he's thinking about something deeply. He has a crease in his brow and his lips are in a tight line...Italy can't help to wonder if right now Germany's fighting that battle Prussia was talking about. What if he's fighting all alone right in front of him? What if Germany needs him right now and he's just standing here?
Italy grips his fist, his curl twitching in determination...forgetting Germany's scary face he takes a deep breath before smiling. He skips over to the larger man and stands in front of him, looking up with those brown orbs sparkling. "Hi Germany-" As soon as Germany's eyes met Italy's, they advert, his head turning slightly.
"What is it Italy? Don't you see I'm busy with..." Germany glances at America who's stretching, talking about how he has to get his hero blood flowing. "..this?"
"Si but you looked so lonely over here by yourself! And you were looking like you were thinking about something! Is everything okay?" Italy tilts his head, hoping Germany will tell him about this battle...hoping Germany will confide. They are best friends right?
"Holy shit it's Gilbird!" Prussia suddenly shouts, those red eyes wide as he runs past Italy and Germany to the edge of the roof, he leans over eagerly...only to frown in disappointment when he sees the bird isn't his friend, it's just another yellow bird. "Aw man...I miss Gilbird! I wonder if he misses his awesome master? I bet he doesn't know what to do with himself." Prussia mumbles, crossing his arms. "Stupid air plane people...I shouldn't have even blessed them with my ass stink."
"Uh..." Prussia looks over to see Lithuania standing beside him, giving him a half nervous half weirded out smile. "I couldn't help to over hear...I hope you don't mind me asking who Gilbird is? I've never heard of such a name."
"It's my cute yellow bird! He's awesome just like me but not as awesome! He's been with me for awhile now...Oh! I know! I have some pictures, You wanna see? Of course you do! It's not like you have anything better to do!" Prussia cheers back up, putting a arm around Lithuania as he pulls out his cell phone.
"W-Well actually I-" Lithuania starts, trying to get out of this.
"Aww here's me and Gilbird at the park! Ohh and this one's with us at the beach! Hahaha this is the picture I took when Glibird took a shit on Austria's piano! Ah! And this one..." Prussia gushes at his own pictures, holding Lithuania in a almost death lock...The brown haired male sighs. He already knows his fate. He isn't going anywhere so he just enjoys these odd pictures of this crazy albino and his yellow bird.
"Everything is fine Italy." Germany finally answers the Italian, getting Italy to look away from Prussia and Lithuania to look at his friend. Ludwig is looking at him now...but those eyes are so cold. They have a odd glare to them. Italy frowns only for Germany to look away again. He's being so distant..even though Germany Is standing right in front of him, it feels like he's far away...Like Italy can't reach him and that makes him upset. Italy reaches out and puts his hand on Germany's arm, wanting to feel closer to his best friend. Not wanting him to be out of reach. Germany tenses at his touch...his eyes having a different look to them as he glaces over a Italy. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something-
"USA, USA! FUCK YEAH I PLEADGE ALLIAGENCE TO THE FLAG!" America shouts loudly, England covering his ears and Italy making a squeak of surprise...Prussia continues to show Lithuania his pictures, not at all being effected like everyone else. "AMERICA!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Someone yells back at him.
"Yeah, I love you too buddy!" America grins and waves before turning to look at Germany. "See? My people love me! Now it's your turn Germany! Show me your hero!" America points to the spot next to him, beaming.
"..." Germany glances at Italy again, those bright brown eyes looking at him with longing. Germany only closes his eyes, his face stern as he moves away from Italy, leaving him standing there alone as he takes his place next to America.
Italy's curl droops...He was going to say something wasn't he? Or maybe that was in my imagination...It's like Germany's ignoring me...it almost feels like he doesn't want me around...but that can't be right? Prussia said it wasn't...it's just this battle Germany's fighting...I have to do something..
"I know what you can do." That voice sounds through Italy's head, getting him to tense...but he can't help to feel a bit of hope.
"You do?" Italy talks out loud, tilting his head at nothing.
"When people ignore me, I make them pay attention. When someone moves away from me, I simply grab them and keep them there. It's very simple. If you want something, you have to take it."
"But if I grab Germany he'll just move away, Ve he's stronger than me! And I don't want him getting mad at me.." Italy's curl droops as he glances over at Germany who's talking to America.
"I use to be weak too you know? But now I'm really strong! Do you know why? Because I've taken everything I've wanted. Don't care about if they're mad, you're the only one that matters. Take what you want and enjoy the tears of sorrow they cry!" This voice chuckles oddly at that, it's voice raising a bit like it just lost a bit of self control.
"I don't want to make Germany cry! You sound scary voice! I don't know if I like you." Italy trembles a bit. "I love my best friend, I don't want to hurt him. I just want to help him!" Italy says this a bit too loudly...getting the attention of England. His eyes widen a bit when he sees the Italian talking to himself, looking so troubled.
"It's better to be feared then loved. Lithuania only fears me, but someday I'll make him love me. I always win, da?" his voice goes back to calm. "It seems you're not ready to take but i'll help you out."
"What are you-" Italy starts.
"Italy? Who are you talking to?" England stops in front of Italy, frowning slightly when he sees that he has a hand on the bandage.
"The voice!" Italy frowns deeply. "It's back and talking to me again..I think this was our longest conversation. Ve am I going crazy England?"
"...I don't think so. Something doesn't seem right about this. I've been feeling this dark feeling ever since you said something about that voice. I remember I felt a similar feeling back at Ocean City..." England's eyes get a far away look before he blinks it away. He looks at the bandage on Italy's forehead. "...I don't know if I've caused something when I accidentally sent that block of wood to hit you over the head, maybe I did more then just injure you?"
"L-like what?" Italy trembles at how England is looking at him with an odd look. "Ah you're scaring me Britain!"
"...I'm not for certain. It could be anything. Like a demon or some dark spirit, or a curse- So stand still and stop shaking! All I'm going to do is cast a spell to see what's going on so let me touch your bandage. It will tell me if anything funny is going on and if it is, I'll be able to fix it okay? Black magic is what I'm best at. Don't look so scared old chap, you'll be fine." England says the last part softer at how much Italy's trembling. He puts his hands on the Italian's shoulders, those green orbs showing concern. "Deep breath okay? You're fine."
"Okay..." Italy takes a deep breath and calms down, putting his trust in his new British friend. If this guy caused something scarey like he said..he'll be able to stop it too right? He'll be fine right?
"Good." England gives him a reassuring smile. "All I have to do is take the bandage off and-"
"Ca boom!" That voice suddenly shouts in Italy's head...before Italy feels cold hands push him hard right into England who's not expecting it, and his hurt foot can't hold the both of them...sending both over the edge. "Have fun! Hehe."
"Italy what are you-" Britain is hit by the Italian, stumbling back, grinding his teeth at the pain of his foot hurting but..his eyes widen when he feels that familiar dark feeling. The same one from Ocean City...it pushed Italy. Britain can't do anything, he stumbles back with the Italian..till he feels there's nothing to step on anymore..He's falling back with the smaller country. Falling from a 50 ft drop..maybe he could stop this with a spell but it all happens so fast. Italy screams. They're both going to fall...but his scream gets England to hold the Italian closer. What ever he put on Italy, it's his fault. This fall is his fault. He'll take the blame, and this pain if he needs too. He's the great Britain, he's not afraid of a little fall.
"Alright now what I want you to do is shout as loud as you can! Come on! USA! I want to feel this place shaking!" America grins over at Germany who sighs.
"Fine..." He opens his mouth...only to hear Italy scream. His face drops and he whips around just in time to see Italy fall off the edge with Britain. "ITALY!" Germany's voice does shake the building it's so loud as he runs over to the edge in a flash, he reaches out as far as he can, wanting to grab Italy and pull him back up...It's all happening so fast. In that moment he could have grabbed him, Italy slips right through his fingers. Germany watches in shock as he falls down, too far for him to do anything, too fast for him to even think. "ITALY!" He jumps off the edge once he's able to collect himself.
"Shit England!" America cries for him and jumps off..
"And this is me and Gilbird- Eh what's going on?" Prussia blinks when he realizes no one else is on the roof but him and Lithuania, and there's a lot of yelling.
"Italy and England just fell-"
"What?! Italy?! Go Lithuania!" Prussia suddenly throws Lithuania over the edge before he jumps, those eyes glinting. "Italy I'll save you!"
The four land on their feet with no difficultly...Germany and America have had the experience of jumping out of a space ship, this 50 foot fall is nothing but with the way England and Italy were falling, they could be really hurt. The worse thing is they're no where to be found.
"Italy! Italy where are you?!" Germany's voice is close to freaking out.
"England! You bastard where the fuck are you!" America isn't so well himself, those eyes shaking slightly as they search for the other blonde.
"Ouch..." Everyone looks over at a bush...Italy crawls out of it, some leaves in his hair, a frown on his face. "That kinda hurt my butt."
"Your butt? You landed on me!" England crawls after him, glaring at the Italian who tenses. England sighs. "Italy are you-"
"ITALY!" Germany shouts at him, getting Italy to squeak and look at Germany with wide eyes..those blue eyes are on fire.
"Ve Germany I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall!" Italy starts waving his arms around as Germany marches towards him. "Don't be mad! You probably won't believe me but there's this-"
Germany pulls him into a hug, destroying all the words that were coming out of Italy's mouth. The blonde holds him tightly. "Are you okay Italy? Are you hurt?" Germany pulls away to grab Italy's face, examining it, his eyes flash and he frowns. "You're bleeding.."
"Ve I'm okay Germany! I think there was a thorn or two in that bush but it's nothing bad! It was scary falling but i'm fine!" Italy smiles at his friend..happy to have him touching him. Happy to see that concern there.
Germany studies him a moment...once he sees that Italy is in fact okay, he lets out a loud sigh. "Mein gott! Don't do that! What's with you? Falling off the roof like that? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"
"Ve no! I don't want Germany getting a heart attack! I want you to stay with me and be well!" Italy hugs Germany again, burying his head in his massive chest. "I'm sorry about worrying you Ludwig! I'm always causing you trouble aren't I?" Italy's curl droops..only to pick back up when Germany holds him back.
"Stop it. You're not causing me trouble when you're in danger, me helping you isn't trouble. Just stop being so reckless ja? I couldn't live with myself If I let anything happen to you-" Germany starts...only to tense for some reason. His words make Italy feel warm inside and he hugs his friend more.
"I'll try captain!" Italy chuckles...
"You're welcome." That voice coos, getting Italy's face to fall a bit. "See? I did good. I helped you so you owe me da?"
"England!" America rushes over to the other blonde who is looking at him with widen eyes...America glares at him. "Really? Again? I said not to get hurt didn't I?
"It wasn't my fault idiot-"
"Are you hurt anywhere? How's that foot doing? Damn it England you're such a dumb ass!" America frowns looking at the ankle that looks even more swollen.
"I'm fine! I'm not fragile you know? It's just a hurt ankle, I feel as if you're forgetting I'm a nation! I can take care of myself-What the bloody hell are you doing?!" England had started off confidently, brushing off some leaves, only for America to pick him up, holding him bridal style. Britain starts to struggle with him.
"Carrying you, since it seems when I put you down you get hurt! As the hero I have to protect you and you keep doing stupid shit. So you lose your privilege to walk!"
"What-"
"I'm too big now for you to tell me what to do." America cradles England to his chest. "You can kick and yell at me all you want but I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to carry you around and make sure you don't get hurt again. We're suppose to be having a fun time but you're upsetting me." America frowns at him...those big eyes looking at him sadly. It gets England's argument to die..he sighs, adverting his gaze, not able to fight that look.
"Whatever.." England grumbles like he has a problem with it but his body is heating up, a smile on his lips..because again he feels cared for. He feels loved.
"Aww man everyone's hugging." Prussia frowns slightly...but when he sees the happy look on Italy's face...he smiles and looks away, closing his eyes. He hugs himself. "Being alone is so awesome.."
Lithuania gets up from the dirt, brushing himself off. He glares at Prussia about to tell him off...but after hearing his words he stops. The anger leaving the brown haired male's eyes...he stares at the albino a moment...before looking down, a far away look in those deep blue eyes. "..Alone huh?"
"Alright since everyone's okay, I guess it's time for the next phase in being a hero! Good thing all we have to do is sit down for this one!" America grins over at Germany who is still holding Italy close to him, as if he didn't something would happen to the smaller male. "So let's go in and get you sitting down old man!"
"I'm not that old!" Britain fums as America laughs, carrying him into the house. England and Italy exchange a look and it's clear. Something has to be done with whatever is messing with Italy. They need to get to the bottom of this but they also don't need Germany knowing it was England who did it. Germany already doesn't like England, one thing like this will be enough for him to steal Italy back right here and now. Italy's not sure what it is that's talking to him...but he feels it will be okay if they wait just a bit longer...Italy doesn't want to leave Germany's warm arms either. He's so happy to have his friend hugging him again.
"We should probably be getting inside too...you sure you're okay?" Germany moves a piece of bang out of Italy's face, so he can get a better look at the Italian.
"Si!" Italy smiles so brightly at Germany...the blonde's cheeks tint a bit and he closes his eyes.
"Then come on. Let's go-"
"Yeah!" Italy hugs Germany's arm...nuzzling his muscles. Though Ludwig is really tense he doesn't push him off this time. He only sighs...but on his lips are a hidden smile. The two of them walk into the mansion..leaving Prussia and Lithuania outside.
They give each other a glance...before they walk in after the others. It was a look of understanding. No words were said and there was no need to. They both know how it's like seeing a happy family..
While they're alone.
"The last and most important thing to being a hero is being brave!" America beams as he places England gently down on the couch, grinning at Germany as he walks in with Italy who is still hugging on Germany's arm.
"Finally something that makes sense." Ludwig sighs in relief. "So what do I have to do?" He glances at Italy that's rubbing his head against his arm, getting the larger man's heart to speed. "...Nothing too crazy America. I don't want Italy getting into anymore trouble."
"I hear you! Italy's like a child while Britain's like a old man. They need to be constantly watched over by the hero!" America hits his chest, getting England's eye to twitch.
"I don't need you to watch over me you twit!"
"Soo now we're just going to sit here and watch a whole bunch of scary as shit movies! It's going to be a movie marathon and if you leave you will be put off as a coward!"
"Watching scary movies doesn't make you brave idiot." England crosses his arms
"So I'll put in the first movie. It's a old one called 'The ring'. It's about this creepy ass video and shit! Then we'll watch Halloween! And so on! I hope you're ready for this!" America grins as he waves around a DVD case he pulled out of his jacket seeming to try to get some scared reactions out of the other three...Only to get two blank stares and one look of awe before he turns and heads over to the TV.
"Get ready for what?" Prussia smirks as he walks into the room with Lithuania close behind. "My awesome entrance?"
"No I believe America is setting up the scary movies he picked out for you guys." Lithuania answers for him, smiling over at Alfred as the blonde chuckles to himself...Those blue eyes are sparkling so much. Lithuania sees it..and even though America might not say it..
He's really happy. It gets Lithuania's chest to warm and a smile to turn his lips. There's nothing he likes more then seeing America smile and hearing his laughter.
"Scarey movies? Now you're talking!" Prussia grins when he sees Germany and Italy sit down on the couch, there's some space between England and Italy and a lot of space next to Germany. The larger man seems to be trying to get out of Italy's hold now but the Italian isn't having that. Maybe it's the fact he finally has a hold on Germany...or maybe he's doing it because he wants to help Germany with his 'battle' or maybe both...It gets Prussia to smile...because there's nothing he likes more than his brother's happiness...and he knows Italy will give him just that. They are both dear to him. "Make way for awesome!" Prussia roars before he runs over to the couch, jumping into the seat next to Germany.
"Brother don't do that. Sit down properly before you give Italy ideas." Germany sighs when he looks over at Italy to see him beaming at Prussia.
"Of course I would give him ideas! I'm the definition of awesome West, I can't help it." Prussia grins before he looks over at Lithuania who is standing off by himself, fiddling with his fingers, watching America mess with the TV. "Hey dude get over here! Don't stand so far away! Have a seat!" Prussia pats the space next to him, which is just a little. The couch is only meant for five people. "I still have more pictures of Gilbird to show you!"
"Um I don't know.." Lithuania puts his hands up, giving a nervous smile...He saw enough of that yellow bird for one day and the albino makes him uncomfortable..it's not his fault..it's just that hair..The snow white hair Prussia has reminds him of-
"Aw come on Lithuania! It's going to be fun!" Italy chimes in, letting go of Germany's arm to throw his hands in the air. The brown haired male looks at him a bit with wide eyes..before he smiles.
"O-Okay." Lithuania walks over and takes his seat next to a eager Prussia who immediately puts his arm around the smaller male, grinning from ear to ear.
"Now back to my pictures-"
"Done!" America suddenly shouts getting everyone to jump. "Now I'm going to turn off the lights so it's dark and sets the atmosphere just right for this!" Alfred does just that, the living room drowning in complete darkness except for the glow of the TV in front of them that's playing dark, ominous music. The large man turns around, only to stop when he realizes there's no space left on the couch. "Hey! Where am I suppose to sit?" He pouts.
"There's a perfectly good floor." England grunts, smirking at the look on America's face.
"If you weren't hurt right now I'd throw you out of the window."
"I'd like to see you try!"
"I agree with England! Sit on the floor." Prussia grins at the look America gives him.
"I don't want to be on the floor by myself! That's even closer to the TV man!" America's eyes get wide with fear.
"Mr. America you can take my spot-"
"No he can't!" Prussia grabs Lithuania by the shirt and pulls him back down when he tried to get up. "I'm not having fat ass sit next to me- Ow! Why'd you hit me West?"
"Remember our place here!" He whispers harshly to his brother.
"I can't sit on the floor! The monsters are more likely to come after me on the floor!"
"Are you being serious right now? You really believe in monsters?" Germany blinks at him.
"What a dumb ass!" Prussia laughs. "Everyone knows monsters come out of closets!"
"...No brother just...no."
"Oh what do you know West?"
"I know there are no such things as monsters-"
"NO SUCH THINGS AS MONSTERS!" Both America and Prussia scream at Germany, getting him to wince and Italy to hug him tighter.
"Are you stupid?! Of course there's monsters!"
"Yeah West! How can you not believe in them! I saved you from the boogie man once."
"...I highly doubt that-"
"Wow! You went against the boogie man!" Italy's eyes get wide.
"Not you too Italy! This is ridiculous! There are no monsters!"
"Surprisingly I'm on their side with this one Germany. They're many bad creatures out there. Demons and horrid magical creatures" Britain speaks up, glancing at everyone seriously.
"D-Demons!" Italy trembles at that, looking at Britain with big eyes. He grabs Britain's arm. "B-But they can be defeated right?"
"...Not so much defeated as sent else where." England's eyes meet with Italy's, the blonde knowing why there's fear in the Italian's eyes. Arthur frowns slightly when Italy keeps trembling. He sighs, cupping his cheeks. "Don't be scared. It's okay, I won't let anything bad happen to you."
"Ve really?" Italy's big brown eyes look to England for reassurance.
"Yes." England gives him a soft smile which seems to calm the Italian down.
That's when they both realize the room has gone deadly quiet.
England blinks when he looks away from Italy to see that everyone is staring at them. America is standing in front of them with his arms crossed, his eye brows furrowed, and a deep frown on his face. Prussia and Lithuania are leaning over on the couch so they can look, Prussia seems to have taken a picture of Italy and England..before he takes a picture of his brother's face. Germany has the scariest expression as he looks at Britain and italy...His eye is twitching slightly, his fist clenching and unclenching...Those eyes are narrow, a glare in those blue orbs. Germany grabs Italy and pulls him back into his chest, creating space between Britain and Italy.
"Ve Germany w-what's wrong? Why do you look so scary!" Italy looks up at his best friend nervously...only for Germany to glare away from him, getting Italy's chest to tighten in fear.
"Yes Germany, what's the problem?" England's eyes narrow when Germany looks back at him and glares...There must be something in England's green orbs that pisses Germany off because Italy' feels his body becoming more tense..his fingers twitching.
"The problem is you're being a creep England!" America suddenly cuts in, hitting Britain on the head getting him to grunt in pain.
"Ow! What the bloody hell are you doing?"
"Stop touching people's faces! That's what you get for being a weirdo." Alfred crosses his arms, a pout on his face. " We still have the issue of where i'm going to sit!"
"Just sit on the floor!" Prussia yells.
"I vote that Italy should sit on the floor!" America declares, pointing a finger at Italy, getting the smaller male to tense. "Who's with me?" America raises his hand...but no one raises theirs with him. "Aw come on! You watch the scary movies! It's always the blonde haired people that die first!"
"He might be on to something." Prussia chuckles slightly. "it's always the dumb blondes that go isn't' it?"
"At least I have color in my hair." America grins at how Prussia's eyes narrow.
"My hair is awesome! Now sit down and play the movie already!"
"No! I want to sit next to England!"
"Too bad!"
"Sit down!"
"No-"
"Stop fighting!" Italy suddenly yells getting everyone to stop and look at the small Italian who is frowning deeply. "This is suppose to be fun! Let's not fight now. I don't want Germany mad or America sad." Italy smiles again. "Ve I have a solution so everyone's happy!"
"Aww then let's hear it ita-chan! God he's so cute right?" Prussia nudges Lithuania who only nods, smiling politely.
"To make room i'll get up." Italy gets off the couch, getting Germany's face to fall and America's to light up. Alfred immediately takes his spot next to Britain, and grins at the blonde who looks away to hide his blush.
"But I want you up here with us Ita-chan!"
"I will be! See?" Italy turns around and...sits in Germany's lap. It's so sudden it takes the larger male off guard. Those blue eyes get wide, his cheeks get flushed as Italy moves his hips around on him to get more comfortable. "There! And i'll hug his neck so he can see the movie too!" Italy turns slightly and wraps his arms around Germany's neck.
"Brilliant!" Prussia hurriedly takes a picture, knowing his brother.
"I-Italy what the hell?! Get off me!" Germany stutters, but Italy only tightens his grip.
"But I need to do this so there's room!..unless you want me sitting on the floor Germany?" Italy's curl droops at this, those brown orbs saddening...It get's Germany to stop trying to get him off. The blonde stares a moment longer before sighing, glancing away to hide his face heating up.
"...No. This is fine just don't move around too much and don't cling to me like that."
"Yes sir!" Italy cheers, nuzzling Germany's head, getting him to tense.
"Don't do that."
"Ve but-"
'Alright let's start!" America cheers as he pulls out a remote control from the couch and hits play..the movie finally starting. "Hey Tony! Bring in the bucket of popcorn! It's not a movie with out popcorn!"
"You don't have to eat popcorn with a movie and if I'm guessing right you probably soaked it in unhealthy, heart clogging-" Britain starts, giving America a blank look.
"Butter!" America cheers, throwing his arms in the air when a huge bucket of popcorn starts hobbling towards them...It's so big they can't even see the little gray alien holding it. As England said the popcorn is glistening with how much butter Tony must have put on it. Everyone looks at America in disbelief as he takes the large popcorn from the alien who tilts his head, making a odd sound that no one else can understand...but Alfred laughs.
"Good one dude! And thanks for this! You want to join in Tony?" America smiles at his friend only to get a weird sound in response causing him to frown as the alien walks away. "Hey! If you're not going to watch the movie I better have some cheeseburgers left in my room after!" The alien responses before disappearing down the hallway.
"You have fucking cheeseburgers in your room? You have a problems." Prussia laughs as he holds the phone in front of Lithuania's face. "And this is me and Gilbird doing a cannon ball-Oh sorry! I forgot I had a awesome picture of me naked in the bathtub! Sexy right?"
"W-Why was the bird in the bath with you?" Lithuania's face is a bright red, his eyes widen in shock, not expecting to see so much of the use to be knight.
"Gilbird always takes baths with me! He's like a real life rubber duck." Prussia chuckles. "Damn your face is all red! Was my body too awesome for you to handle?" He grins.
"That's not it-"
"Hey! Watch the movie! You're ruining it!" America grabs a handful of popcorn, shoving it into his mouth before he yells over at the two...bits of popcorn coming out of his mouth, hitting Italy and Germany.
"You don't talk with your mouth full!" Germany's eye twitches...only for him to tense when Italy starts wiping the popcorn off of his face, his soft fingers caressing Ludwig's cheeks. He grabs Italy's hand quickly and pulls it away from him. "Italy I can get that okay? Just turn around and watch the movie." His voice is a bit shaky.
"You idiot! Don't eat so much at a time you'll choke!" England frowns when America swallows and a large lump goes down his throat.
"Yeah right! Like I said, hero's don't choke-"
"Whoa! What's happening!" Italy suddenly tenses, the only one seeming to be actually paying attention to the movie. His brown eyes are wide as he watches the ring video play on the TV. It shows only a lone well, the video getting full of static.
"Oh she's about to come out!" America grips the popcorn, trembling, his blue eyes wide with terror.
"S-She?" Italy frowns. "Please tell me it's a pretty girl!"
"No dude! She's creepy as fuck and she comes out of the fucking TV- Ah! Here she comes!" America shouts, leaning against Britain for support, getting the blonde to blush...His eyes get a far away look as if he's thinking about something..before he wraps his arms around America to try to calm the larger man down.
"It's alright Italy it's just a movie. Nothing can come out of a TV." Germany tries to sooth the smaller man as he tightens his grip around his neck.
"You all seem to be having so much fun...Even Lithuania. He seems to have taken a liking to Prussia too. How unpleasant...Why don't you let me fix it Italy?" That voice chimes in the Italian's head,getting him to tense...and then before he can say anything, Italy feels a great pain in his head, getting him to cry out and hold his head.
"Italy!" Germany's eyes get wide and he turns the Italian around so he can look at him...when he sees how he's holding his head, those sharp blue eyes soften in concern. "What is it Italy? Your head wound? Do you need to lay down? Or medication?"
"Italy?" England's eyes get wide...flashing with guilt when he sees Italy holding his head...He knows the cause. He knows medicine won't help nor will it help him to lay down. "Italy I'm going to-"
"Holy shit!" America suddenly shouts, pointing at the TV that has turned to nothing but static. His eyes shake in fear as...a hand comes out of the TV slowly, the fingers twitching and clenching. "What the fuck! Something's coming out of the TV! Something's coming out of the TV! Guys something's coming out of the TV!"
"W-What's happening?" Lithuania trembles...his soft blue eyes getting wide, a hand over his heart...no..no this feeling..it can't..it can't be!
"What the bloody..." England's eyes widen when another hand comes through..Slowly more of this thing's arms come through exposing pale flesh.
"Ve It h-hurts.." Italy wines, gripping his hair... His eyes closed tightly.
"Italy? Italy! You're going to be okay! Would you all keep it down?! Italy's hurt! "Germany cradles the smaller man against his chest, pushing his head gently into his shoulder. Those piercing blue eyes are all on Italy. He hasn't looked up to see the disturbing sight before him. He thinks America's just being stupid. All he cares about is helping Italy. His best friend is hurt, he doesn't care what's going on with that TV.
"My head...my head..." Italy pants..sweating. The pain is unbearable. "Please Germany..." Italy pleads though he knows Germany can't take this pain away. Again Italy is relying on Ludwig..He just needs him to stay. To hold him...Make the pain stop.
"Italy what do you need? Water? Medication? Do you need to lay down?" Germany's sharp voice is some how soft, those eyes looking him over..He rubs Italy's hair gently, trying to sooth the smaller country.
"S-Stop.." Italy groans in pain.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" America starts climbing up the couch, his eyes wide as this thing starts crawling out of the TV, it's white hair covering it's face. "No! No! Go away!" America starts throwing popcorn at the thing as if that would stop it.
"Wow! The graphics on this thing are amazing!" Prussia beams. "It really looks like some crippled thing is coming out of the TV! Awesome!" He gets out his phone to take a picture, his eyes beaming excitedly.
The thing finally comes out all the way...America is still throwing popcorn at it..that's when it lifts it's head up and opens it's mouth, catching some in it before chewing...revealing his face to everyone getting their expressions to fall.
"Yum." Russia smiles as he swallows. "America sure knows how to throw a party. I too enjoy throwing things at people."
"R-Russia..!" Lithuania trembles when those odd purple eyes lock on him..and his smile grows.
"Russia how the bloody hell did you get here?"
"And how the hell did you come through my TV!" America looks at him with wide eyes. "That's creepy as fuck!"
"Ew." Prussia wrinkles his nose at Russia, he puts his phone away, those red eyes of his narrowing.
"How did I do that? Well it's easy! You just go into the TV but how I got here...I had some help from a friend." Russia's odd purple eyes look at Italy who is still trembling in Germany's hold...He smiles.
"You don't have any friends." Prussia grunts. "All you have is your snow so why don't you go and get buried in it?"
"...Wait..." England's eyes get wide, catching who Russia just looked at...Something clicks in his head and his eyes get even wider, his face getting pale...Wait it wasn't me who caused that...The mark on Italy's head is from Russia!..this isn't good. Not at all. Russia smiles over at England, closing his eyes in it.
"You don't look so good Britain. Did I scare you that much? It's normal to come out of TVs at my place-"
"Well your place is creepy as fuck!" America yells, hugging himself. "What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Russia." England growls standing up, getting everyone to look over at him in surprised..Those green orbs of his are on fire. "Can I talk to you in the other room?"
"Of course! Anything that you want England!" Russia keeps smiling as he follows Britain out of the room, Lithuania flinching when Ivan walks past him. Those purple eyes gleam at the brown haired male before he's out of the room leaving America watching after them with still terrified eyes, Prussia glaring after them, Lithuania close to sobbing in fear and Italy still whining with Germany trying to calm him down.
England marches down the right hallway, his fist clenched, and his teeth grit. He will not show fear. Britain can feel Ivan's breath on the back of his neck. It's cold, causing a shiver to be sent down his spine. The temperature around him seems to drop, and that dark feeling is suffocating him. Russia is definitely the source. That's what he felt back at Ocean city..It was Russia. England feels rage, a fire burning him up making it so Russia's cold can not penetrate him. He will not show fear.
Once they're far enough, England stops. "...What's the meaning of this Russia?" England turns around, that fire still bright in his eyes.
"I already told you! I wanted to join in on your party. I like to have fun too." Russia smiles. "You and America seem to have a lot of fun together."
"Leave America out of this and don't give me that crap! I'm talking about the curse mark on Italy! You have something to do with it don't you?" England's eyes narrow. "That's how you were able to make a portal to come here. You're using Italy as a gateway. Once I felt such dark and creepy magic I should have known it was you! Why the bloody hell did you curse him?"
"You're not as stupid as you look England! But I wouldn't call that mark a curse. Think of it as a love mark. I love Italy." Russia says this with a smile, that expression never changing.
"What the hell are you saying? You don't put a curse on someone you love and I know you sure as hell don't love Italy! What kind of Ridiculous lie is that? I don't even believe you can love Russia! I didn't pull you back here for this bullshit. I want you to break that curse and get the hell out of here. I'm not going to let you hurt Italy or America." England stands his ground..Even when he feels the temperature drop even more around him. His skin getting covered in goose bumps.
"How mean Britain. You look at me like I'm some kind of demon." His sweet smile grows a bit at that. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm here to take back what is rightfully mine."
"What the hell are you talking about?..Russia..." England takes a step forward, those eyes of his narrowing. "I want you to stop hurting Italy. I want that curse mark off of him. Did you see how much in pain he was? You're hurting him!-"
"Love hurts." Russia chuckles. "What can I say?"
"Again with this love thing-"
"You know that more then anyone..don't you Britain?" Russia cuts him off...taking a step forward, that smile never leaving those lips. Those purple eyes are gleaming at him.
"Wha-" England's goose bumps grow in number as he takes a step back for the first time, not at all liking how those purple orbs are darkening.
"You love America a lot da? But he still left you." Russia's smile grows...He keeps walking closer and closer. "You cried, but he still left you. You live with that nightmare don't you? Seeing that moment in time when America left you over and over again, only to wake up to a life where you're alone."
"How...How did-"
"We're a lot alike, you and I England. We've both lost something. We've both been abandoned. Unlike you, I intend on taking back what I lost. You are haunted by the past while I smile at it. It's all fun. All the blood shed and the tears cried. It's all so very amusing." Russia suddenly lashes out, grabbing England's shoulders. His flesh is freezing, so cold it burns England, getting him to struggle with the larger country. "I also find it amusing how you're telling me what to do. I think I'll keep my mark on Italy. He's my friend too, and sadly you can't keep him all to yourself..Even though you want to."
England tenses at that..He's at a lost for words, his mind struggling to figure out what has to be done, those green orbs are so wide.
"Yes. It makes you uneasy having Germany around doesn't it? You're afraid he's going to take Italy away even though you know when this all ends, when this match maker game ends.." Russia laughs, his smiling growing. "You know what's going to happen right?.."
What the hell? I can't move..I'm..I'm frozen! Shit! England grinds his teeth as he's slammed against the wall, Russia's smile changing into something warped, something crazed. "You're going to be alone! No Italy. No America. You'll see. You'll be all alone, all alone, all alone~"
"S-Shut up!" England's breathing is becoming uneven, his stomach turning hallow as this man sings his fear. As he mocks him for this fear.
"Poor Britain, so weak, so small. Who could love you? Just like me..If you want love, you have to take it. Me and you are so much alike-"
"No we're not!" England shouts, a rage over taking him, giving him the strength to push Russia off of him. "I'm NOTHING like you! I'm not weak! I might be smaller but I'm not weak, you son of a bitch! I don't need you to do shit! I'll be the one to break the curse you have on Italy. I'll protect them from you because I'm not weak, because I'm nothing like you!"
"Ah...you'll see." Russia's odd smile turns back to a sweet one. "Some people are just meant to be alone."
"England!" A loud, familiar voice gets both Russia and England to look down the hallway. America stands in front of the hallway, a frown on his face. "Are you alright? You two been back here for awhile." Those bright orbs look at England...They seem to take him in before he looks at Russia.
"Ah we're fine. Just having a nice chat." Russia smiles.
"Nice or not you need to leave dude."America's eyes narrow. "Lithuania is freaking out right now. You can't just come through the fucking TV like that. I had to hold him just to calm him down. You need to get out of here. Even if Lithuania wasn't here, I don't want your creepy ass in my house."
"You had to hold him hmm? You seem very touchy with Lithuania da?" Russia's smile grows. "I was looking forward to spending time with you guys but that's okay...Let me just say bye to Italy."
"No, just leave." England speaks up, those eyes narrowing..His voice having a protective tone that America catches...
Alfred frowns slightly...before he glares. "Yeah, that's fine Russia. You can say bye to Italy."
"I just said he couldn't idiot!" England glares at America as the other blonde starts to head into the hallway.
"Oh thank you America. I'll be really quick." Russia smiles before he starts walking out of the hallway.
"Wait-" England goes to grab him...only for America to get in his way.
"Chill out dude. He's just saying bye to Italy. What's with you?" That odd look is in America's eyes..his lips in a displeased frown.
"I could ask you the same question!He's bad news America! He put a curse on Italy, that's why we fell off the roof today!-"
"Oh come on! You fell off the roof because Italy's clumsy! Lithuania told me he saw Italy fall into you and that's why you two fell off the roof. Russia hasn't cursed Italy, why would he want to? Italy's a useless country, he wouldn't get anything out of it! Italy's nothing special!" America's eyes are narrowing, his voice harsh.
"He's using Italy as a gate way! That's how he was able to-"
"Let me ask you something Britain." America cuts him off, those blue orbs boring into England's..making him swallow.
"W-What the hell is it?"
"Did you come here to hang out with me? Or to hang out with Italy?"
"What the hell kind of question is that? I came here for you idiot! I don't have time for this!" England pushes America out of his way and runs out of the hallway, not caring that it's rude of him. Russia's up to no good. He has to stop him. He can't let that large country hurt Italy any more. Can't let him hurt his new friend.
"Aw is Italy hurt?" England hears Russia's voice.
"Yes, he has gotten injured. I've given him pain medication but it doesn't seem to be working." Germany's voice answers, even without seeing him England knows he's worried. " He's stopped making sounds but now he's just clinging to me.."
"Ah that's no good. Let me help. I know of something that will get rid of his pain."
"Really? What?"
England runs out to the living room...coming just in time to see Russia grab Italy by the chin, lifting his head up and placing a kiss on the bandage on his forehead. Germany's face falls in shock at the gesture and Italy's eyes snap open...Wide with realization as the pain fades away...Those shaking brown orbs lock onto Russia's..and he smiles.
"There..all better da?"
"Y-Yeah.." Italy stares at him still with wide eyes.
"What the hell was that?" Germany can't keep the anger out of his voice as he pulls Italy back into his chest, turning his head to examine where the Russian kissed with his eye brows furrowed. "You really feel better Italy?"
"Si.." Italy hugs Germany tightly..giving Russia an odd look.
"My older sister taught me that. When you fall and hurt yourself, someone that loves you kisses you da? And it's suppose to make it all better." Russia closes his eyes in his smile. "I hope my love makes you feel better Italy."
"What are you..." Germany's eyes widen before they narrow, his fist clenching as Russia keeps smiling at Italy..before he turns his back to the two.
"I'll be leaving now. See you all soon! Especially you Italy~" Russia smiles as England and Germany glare at Ivan. He walks towards the TV..and it lights up.
"Hey Russia!" The Russian stops half way through the TV, the skin moving like pudding around his waist. He looks back at the owner of this voice. Prussia stands on the stairs that lead up. His face is blank. "I have something to say."
"Yes?"
"Fuck you." Prussia gives him both of his middle fingers and grins widely.
"Maybe some other time." Russia smiles, getting Prussia's face to fall in disgust. Russia chuckles before he's gone..Disappearing into the TV.
"..Remind me to get a fucking new TV." America comes out of the hallway...Hugging himself as if he's cold.
"That fucking creep!" Prussia shivers. "No wonder that browned haired guy's all freaked out. I went up there to take a piss but decided it wasn't best to piss on a guy while he's crying. After talking to him he fell right to sleep. He must have felt safe in my awesome presence." Prussia grins.
"Russia was acting strange even for Russia." Germany comments, wiping Italy's forehead gently where he had kissed. "You okay Italy?"
"Yeah that was just a bit weird.." Italy smiles at Germany and hugs him tightly, getting him to tense. "Thank you for holding me so nicely Germany! Even though I was in pain your muscles felt so nice!"
"I-Is that so? Well okay, I'm glad your better...You can stop with the clinging now." Germany looks away to hide the tinge of his cheeks as he pats Italy on the head.
England lets out a sigh of relief when Russia is gone..but he knows this isn't over. It's not over till he gets that curse mark off Italy. The bad thing is he can't do a strong enough spell here to break it..they have to be back to his place. Russia has a whole day left to still be connected to Italy..He could come back, he could hurt him! England has to be careful. "Italy I need to talk to you-"
"Well since the TV is no good, how about we all go to bed? I'm tried as shit...Russia's scare took everything out of me." America yawns, those eyes half lidded. "You guys can have any room you want. There's plenty of rooms up stairs for you each to have one. I'm heading to bed." America doesn't look at England as he turns and walks away...England has a feeling that America's pissed at him but right now he can't worry about that. He has to keep a eye on Italy, maybe he can at least weaken Russia's powers! He needs to make sure Russia doesn't come back while they're sleeping...He could hurt Italy or America.
"Hey Italy." England forces his smile, walking over to the Italian who has just gotten off of Germany allowing him to stand up.
'Ve yes England?" Italy smiles, tilting his head at him...Britain doesn't miss the glare he gets from Germany. If he doesn't like England saying hi to Italy, then he's definitely not going to like this.
"Well...I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight?" America stops in his tracks. Germany looks at England with disbelief..His fingers twitching like he wants to pull Italy away from him and run. Or like he wants to punch Britain in the face. Probably both. "That movie has me quite scared." It's a lie. He just needs a excuse and hopefully Italy will take it.
Italy opens his mouth-
"Go to hell England!" Germany cuts him off, his voice loud and angry, getting Italy to jump a little and look at him with wide eyes. Ludwig's eyes are narrowed, piercing, as he glares at England..his large chest puffing up and down slightly. "That's a lie and you know it!"
"Germany?" Italy frowns, looking up at his best friend.
"It's no lie. I'm scared. So Italy can I-" England tries again, getting irritated that Germany's in his way...Only for someone to grab his wrist. The grip is bone-crushing, causing Britain to yelp as he's yanked away from Italy who's looking at him with wide eyes. What..What the hell is-
England looks up at what's pulling him...only for his thought process to stop. America is the one pulling him, his grip on his wrist painful as he walks fast down a hallway. His bangs cast a shadow over his face so England can't see his eyes..Those lips are in a tight line.
"America let go!" What is he doing?! I have to get back to Italy!
Alfred doesn't response. He doesn't loosen his grip and he doesn't stop. England keeps struggling but deep down he knows it's no use.
America has him and he's going to keep dragging him where ever he pleases.
"Ve..." Italy watches with wide eyes as America drags England away.. "Why does America look so angry?"
"I don't know but I'm glad he took him away." Germany grumbles, getting Italy to give him a confused look. "He was being a creep."
"How?"
"How?!" Germany snaps. "He wanted to get in bed with you! He was lying about being scared so he could sleep with you! Perverted bastard." Germany growls.
"Ve Why are you looking so scary Germany?" Italy frowns. "I don't think England would lie about something like that. He looked scared to me-"
"So what? Are you saying you would have let him sleep with you because he was scared?" Germany's eyes lock onto Italy's..his voice sounding odd.
"Well yeah! England's my friend and when ever I'm scared he lets me sleep with him so it would be returning the favor!" Italy beams, unaware of how his words would affect the larger man.
"You've...slept with him before?" Germany's face falls.
"Si! A couple of times when I had a nightmare." Italy smiles. "So-"
"Huh...So that's how it is..." Germany's voice gets soft..before he turns his back to Italy. "I thought I told you not to do that. I gave you a order and you didn't listen like always. I was right then..Your actions are nothing special."
"What are you talking about Germany? I'm sorry I didn't listen but you don't understand! The nightmares were so bad they-"
"Isn't that great? England can take care of your nightmares. You must like it there so much. He's been all over you today and I can only imagine how he is back at his place but I bet you like that don't you Italy?"
"G-Germany you're talking kind of funny. Why do you sound so mad? I-I said I'm sorry about disobeying! If it really upsets you I won't do it again I..." Italy frowns. "I like it at Britain's...but I like it over at Germany's better!" Germany's body twitches at that..so Italy continues. "It's just hard to deal with my nightmares alone...so you see that's why I slept with England! They were so bad Germany..please don't be mad!"
"..I understand Italy." Germany doesn't turn around.
"Oh g-good!" Italy smiles..though he doesn't understand why the air still feels really tense. "Well speaking of sleeping!" Italy hugs him from behind. "Can I sleep with you tonight Germany? That movie freaked me out too and I want to feel more of your muscles!"
"Nein!" Germany suddenly shouts at him, pushing Italy off of him roughly getting the Italian to stumble back with wide was a strong shove, stronger then before. With a yelp Italy falls on his butt, hissing in pain when his ankle hit a leg of a small coffee table America has in the living room.
"Germany what-" Italy looks up at him with wide, hurt eyes...only to stop when Germany looks at him...stopping anything he was about to say. Germany is...glaring at him. Those blue eyes so cold they're freezing him to the spot. Italy's breath gets caught in his throat as he stares back at Germany...like a deer in front of head lights.
"I think for once you can sleep by YOURSELF Italy. Since it seems you'll sleep with just anyone." Germany growls..before he turns and leaves Italy sitting there..staring after him with wide eyes as the large man marches up the stairs...leaving Italy alone. The Italian doesn't know where Prussia went but right now that doesn't matter...
Italy pulls his knees to his chest...frowning deeply. He puts a hand to his heart, feeling as if he's going to cry. Germany's never looked at him...like that before. So mean..like he hated him. He's never pushed him so hard either... What did I do? Those piercing blue eyes that use to give him comfort..have pierced his heart. His stomach has turned hallow. Why did it have to turn out this way? Germany was letting me touch him..He was holding me close just a minute ago...Now he's gone. Away from him. Leaving nothing but that dark glare for Italy to think about...
"He hates you." That voice chuckles, getting Italy's curl to droop.
"P-Please don't say that! Germany can't hate me..." Italy says out loud but when he thinks of that glare he's not too sure. "..Does Germany hate me?"
"yes."
"Waa! But I don't want him to hate me!"
"Too bad~"
Italy can't think anymore..His legs move with out them telling him too. Italy gets up off the flour and runs up the stairs. He's going to run to Germany, he's going to somehow fix this.. there's a fear in his heart that slows him down, his eyes closing because he feels as if he's going to cry..
"Don't cry." That voice speaks again. "I will always love you."
Italy keeps running...Never seeing the purple eyes that gleam in the darkness as they watch the boy run..nor does he see the twisted grin.
"I'll love you to death."
Heyyy! So I gave you guys a lot of jealousy in this chapter since I got some reviews saying how you guys liked itXD I decided to get you guys in volved and to ask you some questions because i'm curious.
Do you think Russia actually loves italy?
How do you feel about England and Italy in this story? Do you like the pairing or no?
Is Prussia a bad guy? Because recently i've been reading some hetalia fanfiction and in a lot of the ones i've read, Prussia's really bad. So did I miss something? Because i've only watched the anime Now i'm not sure if i'm getting his character right.
That's it for the questions! Oh! I'm working on A hetalia video game as well. I think i'll name it 'dying rose'. It will be horror and hopefully i'll be able to make the first chapter soon. Thanks you for all your reviews and support. I'm trying to get better in my grammar, sorry about that.
Till next time:)