Tangled Up With You

Part 6: An Italian Healing Spell


"I didn't know you could sing like zat," said Romania as he and Sicily walked through the dark tunnel they had been forced into. Well, it wasn't completely dark. Torches lit the way for the pair. Sicily started to blush.

"Thanks, Romania," she replied. "Didn't know you could sing."

"I don't like to brag but…" Romania picked up a few bundles of Sicily's hair that were dragging behind. Sicily did the same.

"So… you have a brother?" Romania nodded. "I didn't know that."

"Da. Moldova. Ve don't exactly see eye-to-eye most of ze time, but ve still love each other. In a rare brother way."

"That's sweet. What's your story anyway? You must have some interesting history I don't know." Romania shook his head.

"No can do. I razer not tell. However…" Sicily hummed a little bit. "I am becoming a little more interested in your story. I know I'm not supposed to mention anyzing Vorld Var II related or ask about vat happened after it."

"That's a long story in it's own right. I don't think we have the time for it."

"Or your brothers."

"Si."

"Here's my question, if you vanted a little freedom… vhy didn't you just go for it?" Sicily looked down at the ground, her happy expression changing to a dejected look.

"The thing is... I-" Sicily was cut off when the Nations heard something approaching them. Voices were not far behind. Exchanging a glance, the two burst into a sprint, running until they came to an opening. They ran over to it, only to find that it ended in a canyon. Turning around, Romania tensed as palace guards advanced towards them.

"Who are they?" Sicily asked.

"Zey don't like me…" said Romania. Turning in another direction, Romania paled when he saw a very pissed off looking America and Canada standing on a nearby cliff. "How...?!" Sicily looked in the same direction as Romania and narrowed her eyes upon sighting the younger North American brother.

"What's America doing here?!"

"I don't know, but he and his brother don't exactly like me right now!" Whipping around, Romania ran with Sicily behind him. Up ahead, the Easterner spotted a very pissed off Romano with the rest of the palace guards. Looks like he survived the fall after all… and he looked "Let's just assume zat right now, none of zese people are pleased with me!"

Romania took Sicily by the hand and lead her in the other direction. This was a bad idea, because the only place left to go was over the cliff. An idea popped into Sicily's head. She shoved the frying pan into Romania's hands.

"Hold this!" she ordered. She took the hair from Romania, and using it like a grappling hook, she swung it so it grabbed onto a piece of wood that was jutting out from the canyon walls. "Sono pazzo…" Sicily swung down off the cliff, holding tightly onto her hair. Romania watched as she landed safely on the cliff below. He grinned but was quickly pulled away by the captain of the guards.

"Hello bastard," said Romano. "I've been waiting for this!" Reacting quickly, Romania smacked Romano and the other guards with the frying pan. If it worked for Hungary, then… eh, why not? Romania blinked at the mostly unconscious guards around him.

"I have to get one of zese…" he muttered. However, Romano still remained standing. "Oh crap." The prince drew a sword from one of his fallen men.

"Are you ready?" he asked. Romania glanced down at the frying pan with a smirk.

"Bring it, pretty boy."


Sicily watched from below as Romania dueled against what looked to be the captain of the guards. She gasped as the frying pan Romania had armed himself with came flying down at her feet. The captain walked towards Romania, shouting something she really couldn't hear. The European teetered on the edge. Sicily's eyes went wide.

"ROMANIA!" she shouted. The magician glanced back at her, but lost his footing in the process. With a flick of her wrist, Sicily tossed her hair up and towards him. He swung down. As he did, a huge set of tall, wooden platforms started crashing down, and Romania was in the way of them. "ROMANIA! ATTENZIONE!" Romania's head turned and he visibly tensed as he saw the platforms coming down. He swerved to the side, scaling across the wall, still holding onto the blonde lengths of hair. Romania landed on the small cliff besides Sicily, but there was still one more jump to go down. He tied Sicily's hair around his hand tightly. Sicily wrapped her arms around him even tighter.

"Unu, doi, trei!" Romania chanted. On three, the pair jumped off the cliff. Sicily gripped onto tighter to Romania as they landed. The pair continued running until they ended up in a cavern. The walls of the cavern collapsed in on themselves. Romania and Sicily were sealed in the cave, and cloaked them in utter darkness. To make matters worse, water had begun to fill up the cave. When the water reached their knees, Romania began going under to look for a way out. When the water was up to their waists, Romania resurfaced, cradling his hand to his chest. Sicily pulled it away from him, only to see a long cut going across his palm. Romania took a breath of air and dove back under. Sicily began to try and find an opening with the frying pan she had picked back up. Romania emerged a few seconds later, still holding his bleeding hand. Wait what? Sicily took Romania's hand in her own, looking at the wound. His flesh wasn't knitting back together, like it should have started doing by now. It took a few minutes for the other Nations to heal, depending on the wound. Romania's wasn't that bad or deep so why wasn't it healing?!

"Why aren't you healing?" Sicily said her voice sounding worried. Romania shrugged, taking his hand out of hers. He dove back under for a second before reemerging.

"I can't see anyzing!" he said, sounding panicked. "It's no use…" Romania sighed and leaned up against the walls. Sicily took over and dived under for a couple of seconds. Romania wrapped his good hand around her arm, pulling her back up. "Zere's no use. It's pitch black down zere…" Red met brown, and both were filled with lost hope and sadness.

"This is my fault," muttered Sicily. "If I hadn't said those last words back in the basement, we wouldn't be in this mess! I'm so sorry, Romania."

"It's Vladimir." Sicily blinked in the darkness.

"Che cosa?"

"My human name. It's Vladimir. Vladimir Lupei. I've noticed you've been calling me by my country name zis entire time. So... I guess you didn't know. At least now you'll know before ve die." Sicily laughed and sighed.

"My hair glows when I sing here, and I still don't know why…" Romania looked up at Sicily.

"Repeat zat."

"My hair glows?" Romania nodded. It clicked in the back of Sicily's mind. "My hair glows when I sing!" The water reached their shoulders and began to rise rapidly.

"Flower gleam and glow. Let your power shine," Sicily sang quickly. But it was too late, the water had filled the cave. But to the Nations' amazement, Sicily's golden-not-really-golden hair began to glow, going from the top of her head, down to the tip. Exchanging a single look, Romania dived down when some of Sicily's hair began to be pulled towards a crack in the rocks. Sicily swam down next to him, and the pair began pulling at the rocks. Before they knew it, the water rushed out of the opening. Both Romania and Sicily fell into a river. Romania grabbed Sicily and pulled her to the edge, where she climbed out.

"Her hair glows…" he muttered. Sicily jumped up with a large grin on her face.

"We're alive!" she cheered.

"It glows…"

"Romania…"

"Why does her hair glow?!"

"Vladimir!"

"Vat?!" Sicily bent down and pulled Romania out of the river.

"I don't think it just glows…" Romania blinked out of pure confusion, still holding his hand to his chest. Sicily smiled a little.

"Vhy are you smiling like zat?"


Sicily lead Romania to a small clearing surrounded by trees. She sat down on a fallen log and urged him to do the same. He did so with caution. Sicily took his injured hand gently in her own, wrapping the ends of her long hair around it.

"You're being strangely quiet and cryptic as you wrap your hair around my hand," he said. Romania winced as Sicily finished.

"I don't know if this will work…" Sicily said. "But, he didn't seem as hurt as he was before when I sang…" Romania raised an eyebrow, but Sicily began singing before he could say a word.

"Fiore dammi ascolto," she sang softly in her native tongue. Sicily's hair began to glow and shimmer down the length of it. "Se risplendere con i tuoi poteri. Tu mi proteggere con la tua magia." The magic rounded around Romania's hand, and the Nation could feel the familiar sensation of his flesh knitting back together. "Tu mi aiutera, e non dirmi che per me è tardi ormai. E' tardi ormai…"