A/N : I finished my super-big literature dossier which took me ages and which has more than 70 pages. I was the only one who get it done before the deadline \(^O^)/. I'm the best.
...well, maybe I'm not the best, but I'm so proud that I absolutely want to tell it to everybody, even if I know you don't give a damn about my homeworks.
Well, today we have Iceland's team, Denmark, Finland, Romano, and Switzerland.
Switzerland was laid on the grass, staring at the cloudless sky.
What was he doing here ?
"Oh, big brother, you're awake."
The Swiss turned his head to see Liechtenstein smiling at him. She was sat on the grass, a book on her lap.
Oh, yeah, they had went on a picnic in the mountain.
"Ah, sorry Lili, I fell asleep..." Vash sat up, blushing. His sister chuckled, with this innocent chuckle of her. "Don't be sorry, you've been working a lot lately. I know you haven't been sleeping a lot, so you should rest for once."
"…land."
Switzerland sighed and laid down again. She was right, he worked a lot (he would never admit that he worked too much though), and a little more sleep was more than welcome. After all, it was a warm summer day, a very good day for a picnic and a nap. The sun was shining, and the green mountains around him were beautifully lightened. A light, warm breeze was blowing. On the horizon, the Barrier of Permanent Neutrality could be seen, protecting the territory from any invasion. The atmosphere was so peaceful…
"…erland."
Far from any fight…
"SWITZERLAND !"
Vash grabbed the gun he had put next to him and aimed at the man bent above him. "Wow ! Calm down ! It's only me !" the guy said while stepping back.
Switzerland blinked when he recognized the nation in front of him. "Finland ? What happened ?"
"Romano came back with the guys who will help us to travel… I had to wake you up… But now, please, lower your gun ! You'll shoot me !"
The Swiss put his pistol back in his pocket. A dream, he thought. This peaceful landscape was just a dream, and I'm back in this dark, dirty, cold dead-end, chased after by all the polices of the world, and dealing with mafiosi. At 7 PM, Lovino had managed to get a gang he knew which accept to deal with them. There, the party had said goodbye to their families and friends, had left the sewer and had arrived in a small backyard where trash bags were piling up. Though the odor was much more bearable here, the snow-covered ground wasn't really a comfortable mattress, and Vash's light jacket was hardly protecting him from the harsh cold of the winter.
"What time is it ?" he asked before blowing in his fist to warm his numbed hand up.
"Eer... Quarter past ten PM."
"I only slept three hours !" It was less than enough to recover from the previous night.
"Yeah, Denmark and Finland slept three hours too, Iceland slept one hour, and I didn't sleep at all !" an angry voice retorted.
Romano entered the alley, followed by three men in black suits. Iceland left the dustbin he was using as a seat and walked toward the newcomers. After being bawled out by Denmark a few hours earlier, he had recovered his cool personality and hadn't cried again. To be true, at Switzerland's surprise, he was an amazing leader. Iceland wasn't only hiding his emotions; he wasn't feeling any fear at all. He was just thinking about going ahead, in a mechanical way which was nearly frightening.
What was he saying again ? Ah yeah. Iceland walked to the couple of Mafiosi, his expression blank. But before the little country could say anything, one of them spoke up.
"We've been told by our boss to help you to go to Iceland. Please follow us."
Without waiting any answer, the guy turned around and walked away.
"Can we trust them ?" Iceland asked to the Italian in an undertone. It was a little too easy in his opinion. It looked a little too much like an American movie too.
"Sì, there are a bunch of bastards like them at my place who tried once to get in my way while I was seriously pissed. They've never got over it. And apparently, rumors spread fast in the Mob."
The light-haired boy nodded, then followed the Mafioso, only too happy to say goodbye to the tag–covered walls of the backyard. The rest of the party followed him. Two luxurious limousines with tinted glass were parked at the entry of the dead-end.
Switzerland took a look at his teammates. Everybody seems so tired, he thought. They were all doing an awesome job at hiding it, but without their pride, they would all be on the floor crying. They all had left people they loved behind them… And apparently, none of them had managed to get a real sleep. They had dark bags under their eyes. Eyes which were blank and lifeless. Does I look like this too ? Vash thought while reaching the limousine.
"Please get into." the human said while indicating the first car.
Iceland complied, followed by Romano and Switzerland. Two of the gangsters got into their car, while the third one took the second limo with Denmark and Finland. When they were all sat, the driver started his car and the man on the passenger seat handed them a pack of clean clothes.
"We'll give you your weapons when we'll be in Iceland. Traveling with them would be too risky." Romano and Switzerland grunted. No big weapons for now. How deceiving.
Sighing in fatigue and/or annoyance, Iceland and Lovino began to change their clothes. Vash's eyes suddenly widened. Oh, Gott… He opened his zipper and glanced at his pants, then sighed in relieve. He had been intelligent (or lucky) enough to not wear the pink pants Liechtenstein had sewed him for his last birthday.
After he had changed his clothes, Switzerland sat down on the leather seat of the limousine. Now that he was in a comfortable outfit – a T-shirt, a sweatshirt and jeans -, he wanted to sleep even more than before. It was 2 o'clock in the morning at his place, and like most of the European countries, he had woken up at 3 o'clock in the morning. He was just wondering if it was because of the jet lag, because they had slept on the floor of the meeting room or because this crybaby of Italy hadn't wanted to stop crying.
Trying to fight against the lack of sleep, he looked through the tinted glass and admired the beauty of Washington at night. Even at this hour, the city was full of life : humans were walking in the streets, chatting, joking, speaking about going to a bar or watching a film. Christmas decorations were fixed on the street lights and in the store windows, illuminating the pavement. Children were launching snowballs on their friends, laughing happily. If only we could do the same, the Swiss thought while the car was leaving the city. It wasn't like if he wanted to soaked himself doing a stupid snowball battle with a bunch bunch of stupid countries. He was just saying that he would like to be at home and to not have to be permanently on his guard. He was beyond the age of playing with snow. Unlike a certain Prussian, he hadn't the mental age of a five-years old.
A few minutes later, the two cars reached an airport. The Mafioso drove towards a gate on which an "entrance forbidden" sign was fixed. The man stopped the car, lowered his window and whispered a few words to the keeper, who nodded and opened the gate. When the car started again, Switzerland looked through the window and saw a gigantic, snowless road. Vash frowned. They couldn't possibly be... Yes, he wasn't dreaming, they were on the runway !
The limousines stopped next to a small plane. The gangsters get out, followed by the five nations.
"Nobody has gone into this plane yet. There will be passengers, of course, but we'll travel in a separated compartment."
"What about the aircrew ?"
"You don't have to worry about this." the man simply answered before climbing the stairs which were leading to the plane.
Following the Mafioso, the party got into the jet and walked between ranks of empty seats until they finally reached a compartment at the rear of the aircraft. Vash sighed in relieve when he sat in a comfortable seat next to the window. He closed his eyes and, with a last thought about Christmas and his little sister, let the sleep take him.
Around him, his teammates, as exhausted as himself, were doing the same. Even Denmark didn't need too much time to doze off.
After all, at this moment, they had all the time in the world.
Gott (German) : God
A/N : Guess what ? I actually wrote this chapter before Chapter 20, and I didn't stop editing it after.
I hope this isn't too short.