Hey, I'm sorry that this is kinda getting drama-ish, but it must be so! In order to make this a good story line, there must be at least a little drama, so please bare with me on this. There still will be humor in this chapter for sure, but a bit will be drama. By the way, there are more songs! One is Colonoscopy, by Tim Hawkins, the Target Song by Tommee Profit, and Insanity by Miki Furukawa and Kaito Shion. If you want, look those three songs up in that order and listen to them while reading the appropriate part. And if you like Tommee, then you absolutely must see some of his other videos! I thank Manga60123, GlambertNoelle, moocow4me,and Russias VOTGA for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I own only my thoughts!(which have been sadly corrupted by my cousin DesyRay)
Madness by: Trilladora
Chapter 8
(Spain's POV)
I ran after France, fearing the worse for my little Romano if he got his hands on him. Grabbing ahold of France once we were in the living room, he turned and glared at me. "What are you doing? He is the reason why mon Angleterre is not what I fell in love with!"
I was about to answer, trying to calm him down, when suddenly, a screech was heard from the top floor.
"CHIGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! NO! DON'T HURT ME! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" I accidentally let go of France as I thought of all the terrible things that could have happened. Did Russia get him? Did America just want all of the Axis here to capture them? What if England, in his insanity, attacked my little tomato? As I was thinking all these horrible things, I suddenly realized that France was nowhere to be seen. I paled and headed to where I had heard the scream, hoping against all hope that it wasn't too late. I passed Japan and England, England babbling something about wanting to go and play at a Disney theme park. As I approached a door upstairs that the others had gathered around, I heard the last of France's yelling.
"He was the one who put him there!" I gasped and pushed through the crowd, feeling myself go cold. If Romano found out how France knew that, then I would never be able to get close to him ever again!
"Wh-what? France, I know that you're worried about England, but that's no reason to blame all this on Romano!" I heard America's voice, but pushed through until I saw France, America, and Romano.
"Non, he really is the culprit! I read his diary, and found that he is guilty!"
Romano's already pale face grew paler as he stared at France as if he were a ghost. "H-how did you get my diary?"
"Spain." France spat venomously at Romano. I just wanted to disappear at that moment as Romano turned his gaze to me, a look of hurt and anger in his eyes. Before he could say anything, America started to talk.
"Romano? You really did that? But… why?" America asked as he placed a hand on Romano's shoulder, barely hiding the anger that appeared in his eyes. I fought myself from running to Romano, sure that I would just make things worse.
Romano's eyes flickered to the American before he took a deep breath, hesitating. "W-well, he was stupid enough to show weakness, and I took advantage of that." I gaped at Romano. This wasn't the time to be stubborn and full of pride! It was the time to tell everyone that you're thinking of their safety!
Just as America looked as if he were going to go ballistic, I dashed toward Romano, placing myself in between him and America. "That isn't the truth." I felt the words tumble out of my mouth before I even knew what I was doing, staring into the American's eyes with a challenging look. "In the diary, his true feelings are revealed. He just wanted to protect everyone, fearing for our safety. If you felt that something would hurt those around you, then tell me this: would you, or would you not take whatever measures to protect those you love?" America got a surprised look on his face, which quickly turned to guilt.
"Yeah, but to go so…" he was interrupted by a low voice.
"I really hate you, Spain." Romano's quiet words ran down my back like dry ice, stinging me. I slowly turned to see Romano staring at the ground to avoid eye contact, his hair falling in front of his face and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Before I could turn completely around and talk to him, he dashed out of the room, pushing past those in the doorway. A faint "kolkol" came from Russia as he was shoved out of Romano's way. All of us became unusually silent as we watched him go down the stairs.
Suddenly, we heard him screeching, and Japan's faint voice.
"CHIGI! GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!"
"England-san, please stop this!"
"WAAAAAH! HELP ME, HE'S DRAGGING ME AWAY!"
All of us ran from the guest room to find out what was going on. Japan was in the hallway, trying in vain to get a door open. He looked at us with worry. "Everyone, England-san took Romano-san and locked this door behind him! I can't get it open!"
A screeched "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" was all I needed to start trying to get the door open. I felt panicked for his safety, hoping that England wasn't taking his vengeance in that room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw America pale as he stared at the door.
"You will stand back, da?" I looked up just in time to duck as Russia's lead pipe came crashing down on the door, splintering it. My eyes widened as I looked at the door that now had a hole in it. That could have been me with the hole if I had been just a little slower! Russia put his hand through the hole and felt for the lock on the other side of the door before finally opening it.
The room was a dusty old room with assorted things around. A home made wooden play house lay in a corner, wooden soldiers lay near it. Poking out of a box was an old rifle that was most likely used in the Revolutionary War. In the center of the room, Romano lay on the ground on his stomach, a pair of yoga pants looked as if they were forced onto him. On his back, England sat cross legged with a guitar in
hand and his own pair of yoga pants on. He started to strum the strings as Romano struggled to grab ahold of something to help him out of the situation. However, none of us were prepared for what the Englishman was about to sing.
"You have some lovely children, and a lovely wife. You have a healthy bank account and had a healthy life, but you knew the day was coming. It was always meant to be! The doctor says it's time to have a colonoscopy!" I'm pretty sure all of us looked stupid, gaping at the singing Englishman that sat on top of a thoroughly scared out of his mind Italian. "Oh, colon, colon, colnoscopy! A wonderful procedure, I'm sure you will agree! Your numbers up, it's time to take one for the team! It's right there on the schedule, a colonoscopy!" He strummed the guitar a little too loudly for the beat of the song, but none of us even flinched as he plucked one string out of tune.
I caught Romano looking at me with tears in his eyes, silently mouthing the words "Help me, you stupid idiot", but was still unable to move from my spot.
"There is some preparation that you should know about. You have to drink this fluid that will surely clean you out! They take a certain instrument to look around inside, and honestly I'll tell you it can be a bumpy ride!" We all cringed and wrinkled our noses at the words of the song. What in the world were we listening to? "Oh, colon, colon, colonoscopy! A wonderful procedure to help prevent disease! Stay close to a bathroom, careful when you sneeze! You can't get away from colonoscopy!" More badly managed music followed, Romano struggling even more to get out from under the insane Brit. America started forward into the room, I flinched a little, forgetting that he and the others were also standing there listening to this nonsense.
"It's not a lot of pleasure, it's not a lot of fun! But now you're turning forty so you know it must be done! It's not an ordinary typical exam! You lay down on the table and then," the Brit looked up in annoyance as America took hold of the top of the guitar, keeping the guitar from making any noise.
"England, stop messing around, get off Romano, and apologize. You need to get more rest so that you can get better." He said quietly. England's mouth curved in an insane grin and he quickly craned his neck and pecked America on the lips. America jolted away from him, making gagging noises as he tried to wipe the kiss from his lips.
England just smiled in triumph and continued his song. "'Thank you, ma'am!' Oh, colon, colon, colonoscopy! A wonderful procedure as everyone can see, and never underestimate how thorough they will be! It's time to take your medicine, colonoscopy!"
America rushed out of the room, saying something about getting some mouth wash. Then, England took a deep breath, preparing for another song. None of us stopped him, for fear of him doing the same or worse to us.
"Oh, there's no other place, there's no other place, there's no other place, place. I buy all of my T-shirts at Target in the clothing department-partment-partment. I buy all of my Cheez-It's from target in the grocery department. I buy all of my tools at Target in the hardware department. I buy all of my hair care from Target in the beauty department!" All of a sudden, England stood up and pulled Romano up next to him, starting to dance as he started to rap instead of sing. Romano, still thoroughly scared out of his wits, looked more like a ragdoll that was being made to dance as he searched for an opening in which England didn't have a hold on him so he could escape. "Sometimes I walk out of my house, get in my car, head down a few blocks. I'm looking for a building that's cream or tan that sells shampoo, laces, ropes, and socks! Purses aren't my thing, but if I needed one this would be my dream. I got thirty plus options to choose from. Another five in case I loose some! Never have to doubt a purchase, the guys pay customer service. And if I get nervous, let me see that candy!"
England let go of Romano for a second, giving him the chance to dash away. He ran past me, giving me a glare as he ran away as fast as he could. I snapped out of my trance of watching the crazy man before me and chased after him, France giving me a look of distaste as I ran passed him. I followed him out of the house, where he had spotted Prussia, and was now storming towards him. I almost halted in confusion until I saw what was in his hands. There, out for everyone to see, was the little tomato shaped notebook.
He punched Prussia in the gut before screeching at the top of his lungs, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DIARY, YOU STUPID, IDIOTIC ALBINO?!"
Alarmed at his action, I didn't even think before I placed a hand on Romano's shoulder. "Romano, stop thi-"
I broke off as he whirled around to face me with tears in his eyes. "AND YOU! I trusted you, jerk. How could you look in my diary?" I kept my mouth shut as I hung my head in shame.
"Romano," I looked up in surprise as Prussia stood up, a hand still nursing the injury to his face, "it wasn't his fault. I'm the one that made him take the diary. He didn't want to hurt you, but I kept on persisting." So many things went through my mind as he said those words. Prussia was actually defending me? What would Romano do now? Man, I'm hungry. IWANT A CHURRO OR SOME DELICIOUS HOT TAMALES!(Trill: stay on track, Spain!{Spain: I can't help that I'm hungry!/})
Romano stayed quiet for a while, making me worry about his reaction even more. What seemed like hours was actually only seconds before he spoke.
"But he still had that choice," he whispered. My stomach felt as if it were going around in a tight knot as he started to walk away. He paused and looked back at me with sullen eyes. "You know, jerk, I might have listened to your side of the story if you had actually saved me from the insane freak, and also never told the others what I truly felt about all of this, but now that's not gonna happen." And with that, he turned and left Prussia and I alone in America's yard.
(America's POV)
I came back from washing my mouth of the nasty taste to find that England had started yet another song, but that one was just ending and he was about to start another. Spain and Romano were nowhere in sight. "The unneeded meaning of start and end to the disappearance of this soul. Who remembers characters? From the window of madness, goodbye. Hello, myself. Haven't we met before? Goodbye, yourself. So, want to talk? Insanity, like floating on air. Psychopathy, a carefree life. Insanity, a illusion that can't end. Captivity, unable to run away!" Everyone that was left of the group shivered and began to back away, except for Russia, who was now singing along with the Englishman. I looked around for something to help me stop England before my eyes landed on something on the table in my hallway. There, standing on the table with a concerned look pointed in the direction of England, was Veruko the neko-fairie. I backed away toward her, so as not to look too conspicuous. She glanced at me before turning her gaze back to England. "How bad is he?" she asked, shivering as the two proceeded to the chorus.
"From the looks of things, pretty bad." I whispered back, keeping an eye out for the others to make sure no one noticed me talking to what would seem like nothing to them.
She looked up at me. "Tomorrow, you should try to go see Norway. England and him always exchanged spells whenever the deal was beneficial for the both of them, and I bet he has some very helpful spells. Who knows, maybe he will have a cure!"
I looked at her in excitement. "That would be just awesome, dude!" I actually had a chance to set all of this right and protect my father from further harm! Then, I became confused at the first word. "Wait, why do I have to wait until tomorrow? I could just go to his house right now."
Veruko laughed. "Silly! America, you've been so stuck on taking care of England that you hadn't noticed that the early morning has now turned into a late afternoon! The sun is setting, and all of my friends are probably watching the sky as it turns those magnificent shades of reds, yellows, and blues." She said dreamily, flicking her tail a little for emphasis.
I looked at her, shocked. "What? Is it really that late? And who are your friends?" I seriously hadn't been paying attention to the time, I just knew that a lot was happening in just the span of one day, and that included running from the insane asylum thugs.
She gave me a weird look. "You should know by now that most of my friends are other fairies and magical creatures."
I almost facepalmed. Of course! Back at the meeting, I had already found out that Norway and England were some of the only ones that could see fairies each and every day, and the fairies probably had to rely on friendships with their own kind a lot more than us nations do. We usually become someone's friend only if it benefits us in the long-run, but England had always been more sociable then the rest of us, and taken it upon himself to talk to humans. So it would only be natural for him to talk to the things that only he can see.
"America, are you feeling alright?" I jumped at the childish voice and looked over to see Russia with that innocent smile on his face, England right beside him. The others were nowhere to be found.
"Yeah, dude! Why do you ask?" I laughed and kept a smile on my face to keep him from suspecting me. I glanced over at England, hoping he wouldn't start screaming about fairies. Thankfully, he hadn't noticed Veruko.
Russia smiled wider. "Oh. I thought you were talking to someone. By the way, England is now my friend. We're going to go to my place, da?" He stared at me, as if daring me to get in his way. My face heated up in anger. There was absolutely no way I was going to let Russia take my father and corrupt his mind! He's insane enough as it is!
"Russia, if you do anything to hurt my father, I will have my military in your country faster than you can blink!" I growled as England started to tug at the scarf around the communist's neck.
Russia stared at me in surprise before laughing. "Very well. I guess that I will be staying at your house a little longer." He started to walk past me, but stopped and leaned down 'til his lips were close to my ear. "And just so you know, you would be sending your soldiers to their death if you even tried to oppose me." He whispered before straightening up and walking away. I felt as if ice had just been dumped down my back.
England was still standing in the place that he had been, humming to himself. I looked over at him. "England, it's almost time to eat dinner and go to bed. Let's join the others."
He looked at me and shook his head. "No, no. Too much to do, so little time!" he began to skip away.
"Wait! What do you mean?" I called after him.
He stopped in his tracks only to look back at me. "Why, too little time to go after the cookie monster, that's what!" And with that, he skipped away again.
I sighed to myself. "What am I gonna do with him until I can get help from Norway?" I glanced over at Veruko. "Hey, Veru-" I stopped mid-sentence, too perplexed by her facial expression. She stood ridged on the table, staring in horror at the place that England had just occupied. "Veruko? What's wrong?" I asked, slightly concerned.
She shivered. "E-England. H-He looked right at me, but at the same time he wasn't. It was as if he was looking right through me. I- I felt as though I was invisible to him. A-America? I think that his gift of the sight may be being eaten away due to the insanity. If we don't hurry and change him back, his sight will forever be gone!"
TEASING END! You know, I keep on forgetting about my fairies. Sorry, about that! Okay, now that that's all over, I will tell you a little about the inspiration for Yoga Pants Iggy! At school, we watched this dvd of a man named Tim Hawkins. He was a comedy man that was OBSESSED with yoga pants, and one of the only things that didn't make me want to hide in a corner or strangle him for ruining a song (That little pink tractor needs to be a big green tractor! D:), was the song, Colonoscopy. After the video, GlambertNoelle and I laughed about it. Then, the idea of Yoga Pants Iggy came up. So, that basically how he was thought of for the insaneness of it all. Please review for this and patiently wait for the next chapter! Hopefully, I can get this done in a few more chapters!
