Welcome to the World Icaria!
Today I woke up alone in the small cabin deep into the German forest. "I should check on Ludwig." I thought. Quietly, in case Ludwig was sleeping, I changed into a black shirt with a blue anchor printed on the front and a pair of beach travel shorts. I walked out my room, grabbing my key necklace on the way. As I thought. Ludwig was sound asleep in his room clutching his tiny bear and sucking on his thumb.
Apparently, Ludwig was only three years old when big brother's Vati sadly passed away. I am six years old and big brother always tells me to not wonder off in the woods by myself. However, last night changed that warning. Gilbert had scolded me for breaking his sword from the war times, I didn't mean to I was going to polish it and it slipped cutting my palm. Big brother was furious when he saw my palm bleeding and cleaned it, then properly disciplined me. Ouch. Later on, I heard him ranting to my other big brothers and what hurt the most was "I'm sick of dealing with her!" came out of his bedroom. I was a mixture of emotions. I was pissed at him because he had already punished me and scolded me harshly, and sad of the comment he made to my other brothers. I was worried because when he yelled, I thought he hated me, and tired because of the arguing.
Taking a look around, I packed a duffle bag full of all the stuff I would need. Toys, stuffed animals, and my favorite coastline blanket was then thrown in my bag and I rushed out into the woods. Screw Gilbert! If that albino shithead was going to make nasty comments like that about her then she just runaway! It took me about three hours till I reached the small town we usually went to for shopping. I noticed a big wagon packing cargo in the bag, huge crates were plastered to protect the crate if it fell during the vogue. What caught my eye was the place it was being shipped to. Italy. Yes! That moron Italian would believe anything she told him! Careful not to be seen by anyone, I quickly tucked in between the very back of the crates and waited patiently till the driver took off with a swoosh of a crop. Jerk. Horses have feeling too!
Ludwig's POV
I woke up around the time when big brother would be making supper. However, I was alone in our tiny house and I was scared. Big brother was nowhere to be found, I checked his room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and even outside. Big sister was gone too! I felt tears in my eyes and went out the door into the woods only to bump into a mysterious man. "Hey your Gilbert's little brother, Ludwig, right?" The man asked me. He wasn't a scary man, I took a closer look and it was Uncle France, he wiped away my tears and softly comforted me. "Whatever is the matter little one?" Francis asked taking him into his arms. I gripped his fancy dress shirt and cried out. "Big brother and sister are gone!" I cried loudly. Uncle France held me closely and walked inside our house. He sat me down at the table and look around till he found a small container of apple sauce. Taking me into his arms, Uncle France feed me and calmly rocked me back to sleep.
Frances POV
After the phone call I received last night from Gilbert, I decided to take my sister to my house for a little while. Catherine was going through a 'phase' at the moment and it was one none of them enjoyed. His little princess would scream her lungs out when she didn't get her way, she break windows with rocks and blame her younger siblings, and what was the worse was the running off! Little Alfred was the reason she ran off, he told her that running away made her a bad ass and would make her cooler. France took the little 'explorer' in his room and his screams and cries filled the mansion. When the next morning came, Francis left his home to Gilberts'. However, walking to his house, said beautiful classy nation was not expecting to see Ludwig crying his eyes out in the field.
I waited for Gilbert to return home. I damn near wanted an explanation as to where his 'princess' was. "He better not be teaching her how to use a weapon!" He thought angrily. After a while, his prayers were answered when said nation walked in the door, a tired expression filled his face.
"Gilbert! Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez toi! D'abord vous laissez un enfant tout seul dans cette maison et où est ma fille!?" Francis fumed irate, stomping his foot loudly. "What do you mean? I left Catherine in charge of watching Ludwig while I went into town to get new arrow heads!" Gilbert defended. "Then pray tell is our child!?" He snapped back. Gilbert looked confused then panicked running to his child's room. He noticed her normal bag for traveling to each of their houses was missing, not to mention half the little brats' toys of the ocean and favorite blankie were gone too! Prussia let out a few choice words then stormed into Ludwig's room making sure his other child was still here. He signed in relief that his little brother was still sleeping soundly. "He was crying in the middle of your field scared both of you had abandon him." Francis told. "I feed him some apple sauce then rocked him back to sleep." He continued. "Francis, we have to find her!" Gilbert panicked.
I arrived in Austria-Hungarian? I didn't really know the name of the country. I did know that when Ludwig came over to this place, Mr. Austria and Mrs. Hungary would call him 'Holy Roman Empire or Holy Rome' and Mrs. Hungary had a collection of outfits she put Italy in whenever there was company over. I knew he was a guy, after all big brother Spain told her he was. Taking my leave out the back, before they started taking the cargo out, I ran swiftly towards the huge mansion Italy lived in. I knew a vine patch that was thick enough to climb, Italy and I came across it one day after we went swimming in the creek. I started to climb up the wall of the mansion, Italy's room was on the third floor and the vines wrapping around my feet were not helping! I banged on Italy window loudly because the vines were scratching my knees, Italy was painting when he saw me, a smile on his face he opened the latches on the window. "It's a you Catherine! Oh, how I a have a missed you! È stato così solitario qui senza grande fratello o voi!" Italy jumped with joy. "Sì, è, io sono totalmente incazzato il mio grande fratello Gilbert! Ed è per questo che sono venuto qui. Posso rimanere nascosto per un po' qui?" I asked my friend. I spoke damn good Italian! Spanish not so much.
"I don't know a Catherine…. Won't Gilbert a be sad you missing?" Italy asked. Sad? Sad my ass! That bastard would have my ass by now if he found me! "I doubt he be sad, if anything he be beyond pissed." I admitted. I knew my brother like the back of my hand, and when that albino was mad HE WAS PISSED! I noticed that Italy was sad. After a while, Italy told me that Mr. Austria had scolded him for accidently knocking a vase over and the poor boy was chastised for it! Italy explained that the man was always scolding him and making snide remarks about his cleaning abilities. He busted into tears when Mr. Austria made a rude jab at Romano and made the comment to send Italy away just like he did to that 'ungrateful brat' and locked Italy in his room. Taking in a few deep breaths, I glanced at Italy then smiled. "Italy let's play a game! Let's gather all the chibi nations and micro nations and get back at those jerks!" I encouraged him. Italy paused in his sniffling then a huge smile formed on his face. "Mi piace molto, possiamo tutti appendere fuori ed essere una famiglia troppo!" Italy cheered.
I told Italy to pack what he thought would be efficient to our game. After packing, we both set out the window down the vine patch. Our first stop would be the micro nation Kugelmugel, that guy was just as obsessed with art as Italy was. Knocking on Kugelmugel's door, he opened it to reveal blood shot eyes and his usually braided hair was down in a messy sweep. "…. Oh, hello Catherine and Veneziano, I'm sorry now is not a good time and- Hey let's talk." I offered taking his hand. After a lot of comfort and kindness he finally opened up to me. Kugelmugel told me everything, crying that Mr. Austria had taken away his art supplies after painting his piano the beautiful Austrian flag. Well at least his ass was safe. We convinced Kugelmugel to join us on our game and he flat out agreed packing up a small bag full of paint brushes. Next was America and Canada.
Time skipped by Austria's piano music!
As the three of us hitched a ride in a wagon delivering to England, I noticed that both of them had a gloomy look on their faces. Smiling I opened my bag and took out a few snacks, I had cookies and a few juice boxes. "Hey Kugel and Veneziano, I have food!" I cheered. We happily munched away at the food and I even brought my old board game, Terror on the Seas. The game is simple. Each player has to collect the treasure chest in the center of the map, there is traps and weapons you can pick up if you land on them and cards to attack or help each other in battle for the gold. Playing the game, I won one time and the other two were battling to the death each round, but hey! Their happy so that's what matters! Putting away the game away round thirty, we all fell asleep behind the crates waiting to arrive in England.
Sunrise came earlier then I expected. Taking the time to look through the crates for food or other needed things, my big brother's voice rang in my ear. "Then listen closely! If you ever so much as steal again I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS HARDER THAN THIS TO THE POINT YOU CAN'T WALK!" Gilbert scolded loudly. I shivered at the memory but brushed it aside and stored my bag full of what I found. A flashlight, a small bag of apples, and a toy soldier. America loves these toy soldier's. After getting ready, I woke Italy and Kugelmugel up and we bolted out of the wagon, A hand suddenly grabbed mine and held me high in the air. "Looks like we have a few stowaways!" The boss of the three said. "She's a beauty isn't she boss?" Another said. I was shaking until I saw the two boys being held by the third man. "Catherine!" Italy cried. "Shut up you brat!" The man had slapped Italy hard enough to leave a bruise and kicked Kugelmugel in the back laughing. Something in me snapped. A voice rang in my head and this time I listened. "Protect what you love…." A loud drumming and banging filled my mind, enrage my body started to go still, my shaking subsided. "Hey beautiful let's have some fun!" He traced his fingers under my shorts and I felt a power cross through my body. "Mi piace molto, possiamo tutti appendere fuori ed essere una famiglia troppo!" Italy cheered.
"What?" "Ξίφος του θανάτου!" The voices exploded. A huge gush of darkness surrounded my body. My hair was no longer the lovable blond like my big brother. No, it was a charcoal black that lit into flames! Actual flames that to my surprise didn't burn my skin. My beautiful alluring tan skin was shattered into remains of my big brother's skin and replaced with normal pale tissue. My eyes became a raging black instead of big brother's blood struck ones. A dark cloak covered my body and a long sword came into my grasp. My innocent body was long gone and replaced with a presence I feared. Icaria, the power of the crashed god, has finally awaken.