NOTE: Okay, we're back to the park with Iggy, Prussia, and Miss Hungary! Have fun with this one! Prepare for feels, sadness, and America punching stuff!
Hetalia is not mine, if it was there would be some crazy ships… PRUSSIA X ITALY
England had just ended his call with America. Hungary was breathing shakily, Prussia rubbing her back comfortingly.
"We need to go meet with America." England said to Prussia.
"Can we bring Hungary?"
England hesitated. "I don't know… she's been through enough as it is."
Hungary shook her head at this, sniffing. "No, I want to go."
England, still looking hesitant, sighed. "Alright. We need to go to America's house then."
And so the three of them drove off to America's house. With each moment England and Prussia got closer to their doom, as Hungary and America got closer to the truth.
Meanwhile, America was dealing with Austria. And by "dealing with", I mean he tied him to a chair in his living room.
"Now Austria, when Iggy gets here, you need to be quiet, okay?" he told the man in front of him.
"I don't understand why you tied me up!" Austria said, now back to his normal self (he just had to get his insanity out).
America sighed. "I can't let you escape. You have to explain this to me, too! I bet Iggy is also bringing Prussia, if that makes you feel better. You can all feel uncomfortable together, you filthy liars!"
Austria sighed, not wanting to argue with the superpower. Hopefully the others would arrive soon…
*Twenty minutes later*
England pulled up in America's driveway, looking at his house of freedom and burgers (as mentioned before, he JUST ROLLS LIKE THAT). This almost made him smile. He would never admit it, but he sort of enjoyed his ex-colony's antics, especially when Germany got that angry look on his face. Priceless!
But then he remembered why he was there, and his stomach seemed to drop so far that it was falling through the earth. Why did it feel like everything these days was like an interrogation? He shook it off, quickly exiting the car, followed by Prussia, who was helping a weak and grieving Hungary.
The trio walked up to the front door and England knocked. After a moment, the door was opened by America, looking like a strange combination of angry, sad, and annoyed. "Hello, America." England said quietly.
The superpower nodded politely and gestured to let them in. He was, however, seemingly shocked to see Hungary there, but he didn't question it, seeing as she was practically attached to Prussia like he was a lifeline. But, considering her current emotional state, he practically was.
They all gathered in the living room, Austria still tied to the chair. If looks could kill, Hungary's would have murdered him, burned his face, and destroy his vital regions (his cities, you perverts).
Prussia couldn't help but feel relief for two reasons. One, Hungary didn't have her frying pan. Two, Austria wouldn't be escaping this explanation.
After they had all sat down, England felt some déjà vu with this; a solemn mood, a sense of dread, a normally silly country being dead serious…
America spoke first. "I would like for you guys to explain why this all happened. I feel like I deserve to know!"
"Me too!" Hungary mumbled quietly, sounding a little angry.
While England and Prussia were shocked that Hungary suspected them, they decided to just ignore it and find out later.
"Well…" England's words were quickly lost. "Prussia, will you take this one?"
The albino looked at him. "I will not! I already had to break the news to Hungary, you explain this! Besides, America was your colony!"
England sighed, knowing that Prussia would not give this up. Oh well, he had a good run, as far as nations go. "Well, it all started when Italy decided to hold a secret meeting. Hungary was out for the night, so we held it at Austria's house. It was just me, Prussia, Italy, and Austria.
"Prussia and I arrived before Italy, so we just talked with Austria. When Italy finally got there, he was wearing a dark cloak, and his eyes were open. He looked serious and a little nervous, so I think that is what first got us worried."
America, so far, was taking everything rather well, listening intently. Hungary, however, looked conflicted. What did this have to do with her son's murder? Was he involved somehow? But… why would Italy be involved with his own death?
England, after making sure everyone understood so far, continued his story. "Anyways, he began to speak to us about Germany's childhood as the Holy Roman Empire."
Hungary was now more intrigued, thinking back to the knife. England was about to continue, but then Prussia put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'll explain this part."
The ex-nation cleared his throat nervously. "Well, Italy found something out that I've been hiding for the last few centuries or so, possibly even longer. When my bruder Holy Rome became Germany, I knew that he was having trouble getting over the war and Italy, so I took away his memories of that time. It seemed like a few centuries of being basically dead couldn't take those away from him… I just wanted him to have a fresh start."
At this, Hungary stared darkly at Prussia, a look of anger and disbelief sharpening her normally soft features. The albino looked down in shame as England picked up the story.
"Anyways, Italy got to the part of why he called us there. He had found a book with a spell in it that would give Germany his memories of when he was Holy Rome. But it came at a terrible price."
Realization showed up on Hungary and America's faces as they figured out what England was saying.
"Therefore, he gave me the task of creating the pendant to transfer the memories, Prussia the job of completing the memory transfer, and Austria the task of killing him."
Hungary stared at the three guilty nations, shock, horror, and pain written all over her face. America stared blankly at nothing, as if processing everything in his own little world. Hungary turned to Prussia. "So you have the necklace?"
He nodded. "You want to see it?"
Once Hungary gave the slightest nod of her head, he reached into the pocket of his blue uniform and pulled out the pendant.
She held out her hands to take it. "Nein," Prussia said. "You shouldn't hold this."
It took England only a moment to realize why. Of course Hungary shouldn't hold it; it was made with magic and Italy's blood! Besides, there could be an accidental transfer.
"He's right."
Hungary sighed lightly and looked at it. She saw the simple jewel, colored yellow and black. Tears pricked at her emerald eyes as she became lost in her immeasurable pain. The jewel made in the hands of a traitor, passed between many, carrying its solemn message. The chain it hung from, taut with the weight of countless tears, the pain on a nation's shoulders. Covered in the blood of the innocent, Italy's blood, polished until not a trace remained. While it may have been a beautiful item on the outside, she knew of the pain it hid under its crystalline exterior.
Prussia put away the necklace, his ruby eyes meeting the pain in Hungary's green ones. He turned away.
"Austria," Hungary's voice shook with the overwhelming pain of loss. "How did Italy die?"
The nation who had held back for most of the conversation looked up, painful memories fleeting over his violet eyes. "What do you want to know?"
Hungary looked at the floor. "Was it quick? Was he in pain? Did he die happy? And how did you kill him with that knife?" Her gaze met the pianist's as she asked, no, pleaded for her questions to be answered.
He looked at her before starting. "Well, he came to my house this morning, and I knew that it was time. So we went into the living room, and he lay down on the floor. I kneeled down next to him and stabbed him once," he paused for a moment to compose himself. "He let out a small cry of pain, but that was it. I remember… his uniform… his blood… my dagger… his eyes… he… he wasn't angry…" Austria felt the streams of tears on his face.
Hungary watched as Austria's shoulders shook from his quiet cries, tears falling from his eyes. Guilt seemed to come from everyone in that room… everyone but her and America. Three countries. One murder.
A thousand regrets.
Hungary looked over at Prussia. "Maybe you should just get this over with." She said quietly.
Prussia stared at her in wide eyes. "What?!"
She nodded. "If you do it now, you won't have to deal with the guilt for very long. Besides, you are probably getting all worked up over nothing!" she grinned the fakest smile she had ever worn. Even faker than the one she had during the War of Austrian Succession.
Prussia continued to stare at her, seeming to think about what she had said.
"I'll do it."
And he added in his own thoughts, for Italy. And for you.
NOTE: yeah, this is late, I know. Just letting you know that I moved a few weeks ago and this new school is KILLING ME. So that is my excuse for lack of updates. Anyways, the next chapter will deal with Germany's grieving process, and then we get the whole "here are some memories" scene. Take the poll on my page, and have a good day/night!
