Ciao~! That's right, I updated twice yesterday, and I'm already back again! What kind of evil is this!? Well, that would be me XD Anyway, Russia did finally let me go, so yay~! I just gave him some sunflowers and vodka, and he said I'd just have to give him an epic scene in HetaOni for it to be forgotten~! But my neck still hurts . Ah well, Lemme respond to Maya real quick~!
Maya- Guh, I know! I couldn't believe the scene the first time I saw it! I actually watched that part three times before I was like "okay" and paused the video to try to compose myself from da feeeeeeels! Yeah, but you're still doing it continuously anyway. 4 times now, maybe more if no one else comments before you… Again, I don't mind the long reviews, I'm afraid a reader might. I actually like these sort-of-conversations we have~! And you're always welcome for updates! Er, excuse me? Enough rest? What makes you think I'm not? I am, trust me. I go to bed anytime between ten and one, then (depending on when I went to bed) wake up anywhere between nine and eleven. That's more than enough sleep… And if you mean rest from the computer, trust me, I play on my 3DS a lot, plus watch TV and sometimes read, play board games or card games with my parents… In short: yes, but why do you ask? Nyet, was not the last chappie~! Yeah, my family is kinda huge… England and france are my parents, America and Canada treat me like I'm their niece, Japan, the Italies, the Germans, Russia, and China act like my older brothers, and Hungary and Ukraine treat me like their little sister. Sealand doesn't think I'm too bad, but he doesn't like my fangirling over England or the fact that he'd my dad. Belarus… She kind of acts like a sister to me, but a distant one. It's almost like she was just moving out of her parents' house when they told her mom was pregnant again (doesn't mean England or France are related to her, just saying.)ANYWAY! Worry for Ig more than Feli? I understand worrying as much, but more than…? Nah, I don't think I see how. Maybe I'm just weird oh wait of course I am.
Well, see ya at the end~! Good luck not crying~!
Italy leaned heavily against the wall, trying to hold back the tears that he'd already held back for them. No, they couldn't see him crying again. Crying showed weakness, but he wasn't weak; if he were, how could he possibly have made it this far? He'd lost count by now, but he was sure it was over one hundred…
He jumped with a yelp as a high pitched tone rang through the air. "Germanyyyyy! Jap-!" he stopped his panicked cry as he remembered. "Oh, right… They aren't here," he said aloud. He then realized the noise was coming from his cell phone. "M-my phone? But… How can they possibly call…" The question dies on his lips as he read the caller I.D. He shook his head and put it back in his pocket, walked hazily toward the door that lead to the cave.
His phone rang again just as he put his hand on the doorknob. This time, he didn't check who it was. If it was a prank, he was going to find out the hard way. "C-ciao…?" he asked quietly.
"There you are!" Italy held the phone far away from his ear. "Why the crapolla didn't you answer last time, idiota!? I thought something happened to you, chigi!" Italy's hands loosened around the phone so much it almost fell. "Wh-what? Is-is it really you? Y-you're Romano, right?" he asked in disbelief. There was a snort on the other end of the line. "What the heck do you mean, of course it's me! Who'd you think-!? Ack, wait!" The sound of his voice decreased only slightly, and Italy swore he heard another voice, but it was quickly drown out by Romano shouting, "Give it back already, Spain! You can talk to him when I'm fucking through!" After what sounded like Romano's infamous headbutt to Spain's gut, Italy asked, "I-is Spain there, too…?" Romano tsked. "None of your business." He answered as Italy brought the phone as close to his ear as he could. Yes, that was Spain, complaining dramatically about how much his stomach hurt…
"Are… Are you crying?" Italy blinked and wiped at his face. He hadn't even realized… "Wh-what? Of course not! Th-that's silly!" He laughed nervously, but before Romano could say anything, Italy asked nervously, "Um… Hey, Romano…? Can… Can you fill in for me at work tomorrow…?" There was a long pause before Romano asked, "What…?"
"C-can you? Tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, a-and the day after that, and… a-and forever and ever?" he asked, growing quieter with each word. After another pause, there was a bit of static on the line that might have been his answer, but before Italy could asked, Romano began shouting.
"FUCK NO! I-I refuse to do your share of our work while you're still alive and… and acting like a dumb ass! S-so get the fuck out of there and take care of it yourself!" Romano snarled, cracking the line some. Italy jumped at his tone, holding the phone away from his ear again. But he swore Romano sounded like he was about to… cry..? But why would he…? "You're… to think… never…!" The line was filled with static, and not even pressing his phone close to his ear again could help his hear.
"F-fratello? Fratello, I can't hear you, I-!" There was a beep as the line fell dead. Italy stared at his phone, not believing he just got to talk to his brother! He smiled slightly as more tears fell, which he wiped away immediately. "Ve, I'm so glad I could hear his voice again… It's been such a long time… And he sounded okay…" he whispered, leaning against the door with a smile. "But it sounded like he knew where I was… No, that isn't possible…" He forced his head up from the door, tightening his grip as his tears came once more from sorrow. "I… I just want to go home… but I can't… ever again…" He stepped into the cave, trying to stop the tears once again. But it was no use; he just kept crying...
Why...? Why couldn't he just have gone home...? He shouldn't have stayed, he should have gone home… But now it was too late…
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Romano growled, throwing his phone on the ground. "Chigi! It got cut off!" Spain gathered the pieces of the poor phone before Romano could take his anger out on them. "Calm down Roma!" Spain said. "It's not the phone's fault!" Romano growled and looked ready to punch him, but he turned around and crossed his arms as he began to pace.
"Chigi… My brother is such a pain in the ass!" he hissed. Spain sighed, trying to wipe the grass and dew from the battery and cracked screen, very pointedly ignoring Romano's comment. He was just angry, and any comment would make him mad; Spain had found that out the hard way a long time ago. "Not to mention those three are taking their sweet time waking up and getting back here! Where the fuck are they!?" Romano continued to rant. Spain pursed his lips. "Roma, language," he chided. Romano huffed and opened his mouth to say (or quite possibly yell) something just as Stevie and Samuel ran up, closely being followed by Austria.
"Hey! S-sorry we're a little late, Austria demanded a proper breakfast," Stevie said. Austrai glared at her as he huffed. "I did not demand… I simply… said-"
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Stevie said. She then pursed her lips. "Um, so… I was wondering… D-do all of us have to go inside?" she asked nervously. Spain and Romano shared a look. "Well… I suppose not, but… What will you do out here if not go in and help?" Spain asked.
"Uh… moral support?" Stevie suggested with a nervous smile. Samuel facepalmed before saying, "We were thinking we should stay out here in case… something changed." Romano raised an eyebrow.
"Something? What the heck could possibly change?" he asked. "Er… You never… know?" Samuel said, hands behind his back. After a pause, Romano relented, "Fine, whatever. It's not like he needs even more people to worry about getting out anyway." Stevie and Samuel sighed in relief. "That goes for you, too, Austria," Romano added. "He already has ten to get out including himself, and we're going to make twelve; thirteen seems like over… like too much to me, so I'm sure it'll be too much for him, sì?" Austria sighed and nodded. He didn't care for the idea of spending more time with these two, but maybe this was the author finally letting them get to know more about these two! Maybe…
"Okay, Spain, let's go," Romano said, hauling his machine gun onto his shoulder with the strap he'd attached to it. Spain nodded and followed Romano over to the hole in the mansion's wall. Stevie and Samuel began muttering as Austria sat on a rock.
And thus ends this chappie~! Not the saddest, but I still nearly cried typing it, so I put the warning. This one alone has a lot of feels in it, and we still have the next two chappies which are even worse! Or maybe three, depending… Anyway, this is today's only update, because I'm feeling tired a little early tonight. I'm gonna go eat then flop on my bed and hopefully not dream about HetaOni like I did last night. Well, see you next time~! Hasta la pasta~!
