So, here I am back again :3
2awesome4you: Thanks for your comment, I'm really trying to make it sound natural when I translate it. And you were right about the question, it was lube :D
Chap III / Let's have a toast with our shoes!
~Elena's point of view~
"It would be best for all of us if each team goes to their room and thinks about its movements there. If we need to talk to each other, we can use the mobile phones and the room phones." With these words, Hungary, China, Alex and I left America's room – of course not without the disguise – and split into the two groups. It wasn't easy for me to say goodbye to Alex because we met not so long ago. But there was a task that had to be completed and that was more important. When we returned to our room again, I slammed the door shut and sat down on the sofa, removing the way too warm scarf. Honestly, how did Ivan manage to leave it on his neck all the time?
"Kiku is real, that much we know for sure." China interrupted the heavy silence in the room and showed me the white envelope Alex had brought to him. "He sent the answer to a private letter so because he knew the content of the letter, it has to be the real Kiku." I sighed.
"That's one suspect down." I leaned forward to tell Yao about my thoughts. "You surely noticed how Italy transformed, didn't you?" Yao nodded and completed my thoughts:
"Basically, because Veneciano changed his appearance, it means that there is another person inside him, aru. But that also means that there has to be a trigger that enables him to change his looks, like your scarf or Prussia's bird." His hands were located at his temples, it seemed to help him thinking.
"When we first met in the hallway, the 'trigger' has been touched." I murmured. "When? That was when Germany let go of my hand and-" I froze when I realized what the so-called 'trigger' was. "China, I think I've figured it out!" Latter looked at me with an expectant expression. "Germany brushed over Italy's curl, maybe unconsciously but it's highly likely that because of that Italy transformed back!"
"Which means that we just have to touch his curl to prove it, right, aru?" I wanted to nod in agreement but another sudden realisation made me stop.
"Shit, we can't do that casually!" I objected and leaned forward to whisper in Yao's ear as if there was someone in this room who could have heard my words. "That curl is…"
"What?" Yao jerked up and stared at me in disbelief. "Are you completely sure, aru?" I only nodded glumly.
"That has been told in the Manga once; by the way, South Italy's curl has the same function."
"Aiya~ This is going to be more difficult than I had imagined…" Yao sighed and got down on the sofa again. For a few seconds he seemed desperate but then his facial features hardened again and in his golden eyes I saw determination. "We have to deal with this!" He looked at me and I felt his gaze fascinate me. "We have to get you home and we can't afford to give up just because Italy is going to feel molested! If we don't notice any changes, we just let go of the curl and run away as fast as we can!" I grinned when I imagined the picture of China and me running away from Germany but agreed with Yao.
"Let's get going right now." I suggested but turned silent again. "But we would need a good reason to visit them, I mean, they don't like Russia much, do they?"
"That's alright; I'll tell them that we need to talk to them about the meeting today, aru!" Yao winked at me and with this motivation we left the room, however, only after I had put the incredibly warm scarf back on.
Soon after that we stood in front of the door with the number "1933" which was located on the same floor as our room, just a few hallways apart. Yao raised his hand and knocked at the dark wooden door.
"Yes?" We heard Germany's deep voice through the door and entered another suite, in the middle of which Ludwig sat on a sofa, still in his uniform. On the wall hung a plasma TV, in front of it sat Italy and played a game that I couldn't identify clearly. It seemed like a version of DoodleJump, only with tomatoes and pasta plates. That's Italy alright. He hadn't noticed us yet but Germany was even grumpier. "What do you two want here?" He growled, annoyed but stayed on the couch, glaring at us with a stern face and making me nervous.
"We… wanted to discuss about the meeting today, da?" I looked over to China who confirmed my words with his "aru". Germany, however, sighed, looking at me.
"Let me answer your question before you asked. No, Japan is not going to become one with you, as well as Italy and me. Is this all?" Ludwig averted his gaze and looked over to Italy who was still occupied with his TomatoJump. I wanted to protest but Italy was faster.
"Ve~ Germany, I lost again before breaking your high score." Feliciano whined while dropping the joystick to the floor and turning to Ludwig, then he stood up quickly and sat down on Germany's lap. "Can you comfort me with a kiss?" He seemed to not have noticed us yet, so China cleared his throat, gaining Italy's attention. "Oh, you're here too!" Feliciano smiled and got down on the floor again. "Do you want to play, too? It's really funny!" While he was talking, he had crossed the room and was standing now in front of me. "Hello, Russia!" Slender arms wrapped around my body when Italy pulled me into a greeting hug. I was so shocked of the whole action that I completely forgot about touching Feliciano's curl. My brain started functioning again only when Italy let go of me and suddenly, a lot of thoughts rushed through my head at once. Italy couldn't have hugged me voluntarily because he is terrified of Russia! I have to remind Yao to touch that damn curl! I turned to Yao who now was also hugged by Italy and made a gesture as if I would grab Feliciano's curl. China reacted quickly and clutched onto that hair for dear life. Germany had now also realized what Yao was up to and jumped up from the couch but stopped moving when Italy started to shrink again. Yao was also shocked because he almost let go of the curl but then concentrated and the hair remained in his grip. All of us were now staring at the girl who was sitting on the floor instead of Italy. Blonde hair that reached her shoulders and framed her pale face. Icy blue eyes that looked at me through the long fringe. I froze in shock when I recognized the person.
"Who are you?" Germany and China shouted simultaneously, Germany as surprised as we were, what was strange enough.
"Marina?" I exclaimed when my mouth recovered from the shock. My friend from the Japanese course had been transformed into Italy? Because of the shock, my legs turned into jelly and I fell down.
"Who are you, damn it?" Ludwig yelled again, almost panicking. "What have you done to Italy?" I looked at the heavily panting German in surprise.
"You didn't know that this is not the real Italy?" I asked the Blonde who turned away from Marina to me, glaring.
"Of course I knew that this girl is not Italy! Can't you see how fucking not-shocked I am?" I moved back, startled because of Germany's sudden attack.
"Hold on! Wait!" Marina shouted into the room and stood up, now holding her strand of hair herself. "First of all, I want to know why Russia knows me!" I stared at her for a while before I realized that I was still wearing the scarf.
"I'm afraid we have the same problem, Marina-sama." I sighed and removed the scarf for the 100th time this day, what caused some sort of a grimace on both Ludwig's and Marina's faces. I would have laughed at them if Germany wasn't so damn strong and if Marina and I didn't have other problems to deal with. So while Germany and Marina were still gasping, I took advantage of the situation and turned to Marina: "Please tell us your story. And please don't forget to mention why Germany was as startled as we are." Marina shut her mouth again and nodded, pointing to the sofa and the armchairs in the middle of the room. Yao and I followed her, sitting down on the armchairs, Ludwig followed us slowly; the shock seemed to have hit him deeply.
"Has anyone here a hairclip? My arm hurts already." Marina whined, looking at the strand of hair she was still holding.
"Here you go, aru." China took off his orange scrunchy and handed it over to the blonde girl who took it thankfully. Had I mentioned already how sexy Yao looked with loose hair? I would have stared at him in admiration longer, but Marina's voice got me back to reality.
"Can I start?" She asked us and when all of us had nodded in agreement, she began to tell us her story.
~Flashback~
The last accords of "Junjo Romantica" echoed through the empty apartment and only now I realized that it had already gotten dark and that I was yawning.
"Damn," I murmured tiredly and ruffled my hair. "If I don't go to bed soon it will be impossible to get up for that bloody school tomorrow…" My eyes almost fell shut while I changed and got under my blanket.
Well, at least I saw an interesting dream. I floated slowly through a long and dark hallway, on both sides I saw violet mist flying towards me. Suddenly someone seemed to have set the fog on fire because it disappeared and the violet colour was replaced by raging yellow flames and it got hot. But before I could even react, the flames also vanished and thin turquoise strings were the only thing remaining. Those threads began to bounce and to curl. I felt those strings touching my face again and again but when I reached out for it…
The dream suddenly changed. I froze a couple of moments, perplexed, before realizing what this dream was about. I lay on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, besides I felt something warm being wrapped around me. The room was barely lit; behind me was obviously a window through which the sunlight shone. I wanted to look around more but was unable to do so because the warm thing that was wrapped around my waist pulled me backwards until I was pressed against something broad and warm.
Hmm?" I murmured sleepily and tried to free myself from that warm thing successfully. Only now I realized that it was a hand. Now freed from the tight grip of the other person, I sat up on the bed and turned around to see who was sleeping behind me. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized the person on the bed. Platinum blonde hair, the facial features and the muscles who could be seen clearly under the black undershirt… "I'm sleeping in the same bed as Germany; this dream can't get better!" I grinned sleepily and only now noticed that my voice sounded unusually low. I cleared my throat, not loud enough to wake up Ludwig but I still managed to clear my throat. It felt dry, so I decided to drink something although that was quite a weird thing to do in a dream… oh, screw it! If you have the opportunity to sleep with Germany in a bed, you rather should be glad because of the situation. I grinned and pushed open the first door I got to. When I turned on the light, I noticed that I was now in the bathroom, so I closed the door carefully. But when I looked at my image in the mirror, I froze. North Italy was looking at me from the mirror! I opened my mouth as if I was going to say something and felt my face with my hands, Feliciano in the mirror copying my every move. There was no doubt – in my dream I was Italy! It couldn't have gotten better…! I giggled, amused, and bowed down to the sink to drink the tap water. A few water drops fell on the floor in the process, but I didn't care much. I mean, why should I, it was only a dream after all. When I stood up straight again and looked at Feliciano – also me – a thought came to my mind, an idea that I had wanted to realize since I was told about it. Slowly, I raised a hand and grasped the curl that was hanging on the left side of my head, bouncing with my every movement. I already was prepared for an erotic reaction of my body like in the Manga but I didn't feel anything different. A bit disappointed, I already wanted to let go of my curl again but my mirrored image caught my eye and I stopped moving. In the mirror I saw the real me – the blonde, sixteen-year-old girl that I actually was. Surprised, I let go of the strands of hair in my hand again and they almost immediately formed the auburn curl that was typical for Italy. I decided to avoid touching that curl and staying Italy for the rest of my freaky dream. I turned around to go back to the previous room again but slipped on the water drops on the floor that had already formed quite a big puddle and hit the closed wooden door with my forehead quite painfully.
"Shit," I hissed while crouching down and squinting because of the sharp pain. Well, that was my whole great dream – with my talent, I had probably fallen off the bed and hit the floor with my head. I got up again, groaning, and dared to open my eyes. But that, what awaited me, made me forget my pain at once. I was still standing in the same room an nowhere was even a single sign of a change. My image in the mirror stared at me in shock: This room, Germany, even my transformation to Italy were real! Well, as real as the pain in my head that had returned again and made me gasp in shock and pain. My whole mind wanted me to panic but I coerced myself to stay calm. What I could absolutely not need now was an angry Ludwig shouting at me. My knees were still wobbly because of the previous shock when I folded down the toilet lid and sat down on it. "Alright, Marina, concentrate," I whispered to myself, my voice calming me down and giving me new strength. "You landed here as Italy, so before anyone can find out who you really are, you show them the Feliciano they know oh so good." I nodded, agreeing to my words. "Someday, I will be able to get back to my normal world..." I stopped talking when I realized another side of my adventure. "You miss your school and can support your favourite pairing at the same time!" I grinned and ruffled my hair when I finally stood up. "So the plan is to act like Italy!" I realized and added contemplatively: "And to prevent everyone from touching your curl." With those thoughts I pushed the bathroom door open again and stepped into the bedroom. The sun stood already higher than earlier but it was still dark enough in the room. I tip-toed to the bed on which Germany was still sleeping peacefully and lied down next to the platinum blonde man, heart throbbing in excitement, at the same time I watched out that Ludwig didn't touch my curl. It touched the pillow but I noticed that this didn't change my appearance at all. Satisfied, I stayed in my position and after some time fell asleep, pressing my body against Ludwig's.
When I woke up the second time this morning, the sun was already shining bright and the warmth on my back had disappeared. Instead I felt pressure on the mattress in front of me as if someone was sitting there. And there was really sitting someone, none other than Ludwig! Oh well, it seemed I still wasn't home yet.
"You're finally awake, Feli." The German said softly and caressed my cheek, smiling, getting me almost a heart attack with that action. Then I relaxed and smiled sleepily at him. So I didn't even have to put effort in hooking those two up.
"Good morning, Ludwig!" I shouted cheerfully and wrapped my arms around Ludwig's broad shoulders. At first I felt the muscular body in my arms stiffen, but the warm touch on my back showed that he was returning the hug. I let go of him again and looked at the icy blue eyes that were looking back at me. "What do we have to do today?" I asked with innocence in my voice, tilted my head and tried to get rid of the innuendo in my head. The German only stared at me, perplexed. Uh oh, what did I say wrong this time?
"We have a world meeting today, have you forgotten already?" He scooted a bit away from me and looked at me, waiting for my reaction. Damn it! Of course there was no chance I could have known about that. I looked around me in desperation and when I noticed my white undershirt, an idea popped into my mind. I stripped it off and started to wave it above my head.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hit me!" I shouted and only waved my "flag" faster. "I forgot! I'm sorry!" The other stared at me for a moment before bursting out in laughter.
"Honestly, where do you get all those white flags from?" He grinned, wiping the tears from his eyes and ruffled my hair. "It would be better if you get yourself ready now for the meeting starts soon." He sighed and I nodded while he stood up. "And I just can't wait to see all those idiots again." He added in a quiet voice but I could still hear it. I only shook my head, giggling, before going to the closet and choosing my clothes. After we had had breakfast, we started going to the meeting room. I was really busy with acting like Italy and looking in every possible direction so Ludwig had to take me by the hand and drag me forward. Of course I noticed the slight blush on his cheeks and smiled, following my blond "lover".
Soon we had reached the room, earlier than most of the other nations – only England, Austria and Japan were already present – and sat down on the reserved places, Ludwig to my right. When I looked at the name plate to my left, I could have jumped up, celebrating: On that place, Russia was supposed to be sitting! This day really couldn't get better… I grinned at the realization. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and numerous countries made their way into the room: From Cuba to Egypt to Switzerland and Liechtenstein, every country was present. Finally, Russia and China entered the room and I couldn't help but stare at Ivan when he sat down next to me. His smile, partially covered by the scarf, was as warm as ever and I felt somehow lucky – I mean, next to me sat the great Ivan! During the actual meeting I didn't really pay attention because while America was talking nonsense, I was busy watching all the other countries in the meeting room and shouting "Pastaaaaa" a few times. Only when Ludwig literally exploded to my right, my mind came back to reality and I looked up at Ludwig.
"Now for the question how we could help Japan. What do you think, Russia?"
I looked over to Russia and was surprised to notice uncertainty in his eyes. But a moment later he was back to his old self again and smiled friendly at everyone in the room.
"Actually, I don't care what you do, but regarding Japan, it would be best for him to become one with Russia, da?" I, too, had to grin when I heard his response. Now that was typical for Russia… After the said sentence chaos broke out in the whole room again and I felt Germany falling back on his chair.
"What a bunch of idiots," he mumbled in desperation, massaging his temples. "The meeting has ended. You all can go now." He shouted and everyone seemed to have understood him, despite the noise in the meeting room. Soon, everyone was moving to the exit; Ludwig grabbed my hand and stood up. "Come on, Italy, we also leave now." I followed the German obediently but when we were in the hallway, I noticed Russia and China walking away from us. An idea came to my mind, an idea that I would most likely regret soon but I didn't care about that now.
"Ve~ Russia, China, are you lovers?" I asked cheerfully and noticed with satisfaction that Yao blushed hard and began to sputter.
"Like hell we are! Right, Russia?" He looked to Russia, whose grin was the same as always. China was so easy to understand… Ivan wasn't.
"Don't worry, Italy, I am already in a relationship" I glanced at Russia, clearly disappointed and he grinned even more. Who else could he possibly have… Lithuania…? "For such rudeness I shall punish you~" I heard his words much too late and when I looked back at Russia, he was already reaching for my curl. Shit…! Now I will most likely transform into my real self in front of all the nations…!
"You won't." I heard Germany's voice right next to me and feared that I had said my thoughts out loud and he had answered me. But soon after that I noticed that he was talking to Ivan and had grabbed his wrist as well. Why should he have taken Russia's hand, preventing Ivan from touching my curl? Did he possibly already know about my secret? Ice crystals met dark blue eyes when both of them stared at each other before Russia started talking again.
"Jealous?" he sneered and Germany even moved back, however, still holding the other's wrist.
"I-I am not!" Now Germany was blushing and sputtering. As a proof he let go of Ivan's hand. Now both hands were vanished from my field of vision but all the others were staring at me as if I just had murdered someone. Oh no! Germany had surely brushed over my curl and everyone had seen the normal Marina…! One half of my mind panicked but the other half ordered me to keep calm. Ludwig had touched the curl for only a short amount of time, right? That again meant that I was back to being Italy again. Well, now I just had to act…!
"What the-" Ivan started talking, now without his grin but I interrupted him quickly.
"Ve~ Something happened?" I asked the others, putting effort in making my voice sound clueless. "The way you look at me scares me…" I added and scratched the back of my head, irritated.
"Are you sure everything is okay with you?" China asked and also reached forward. Oh no! It seemed like today everyone wanted to touch that damned hair of mine! I wanted to reply something but felt my feet leaving the floor and I was thrown over someone's shoulder. Ludwig.
"He has a very high fever!" I heard Germany calling from behind while Russia, China and the other countries in the hallway started to move away from me quickly. It seemed that Ludwig was running. "I will make sure he goes to bed!" After that, he turned left and I couldn't see both Ivan and Yao anymore.
After crossing a few hallways, Germany pushed open the door to our room, entered it hastily and put me on the couch. Together with the change of my perspective, I was reminded of an important fact: Germany had to have noticed my transformation as well!
"Ludwig, I…" I began to apologize but was interrupted:
"That was quite close. If Russia or China had found out about the real function of your curl, tomorrow, the whole world would have known about it – literally." I stared at him for a moment, mouth wide open, before I grinned again. Germany was so naïve…
"You're right!" I smiled, relieved. Now there were only two countries left who had actually seen my true form – and I was sure I would be able to convince them that it was all an illusion. I mean, they had seen the real me only for seconds, so it couldn't be too difficult to do that, right…?
"Ve~ Ludwig, do we have some video games?" I asked suddenly. Somehow my gut feeling told me that Italy would say exactly that, furthermore I was interested if the nations played video games and if they did, I wanted to play them too.
"I have your TomatoJump here, Feli," Germany said tiredly and sat down on the couch, next to me. He pointed at the TV. "I've installed everything so you can start playing now." I looked at him thankfully before grabbing the remote control and the joystick and sitting down in front of the TV. The game was – as Germany had said – already started and I looked at the monitor: The layout of the game was the same as DoodleJump but there were tomatoes and pasta plates. I grinned and started the game, soon noticing which buttons controlled the tomato. Besides, it made a funny sound every time it hit a plate.
Shlup, shlup, shlup.
I laughed softly when I realized how perverted that sounded but continued playing until I burst out in laughter and the tomato fell down. My eyes widened when I noticed the high score: 1.337.030 m.
"Whaaaaat? Just who managed to establish this score?" I didn't notice that I had shouted my thoughts out loud.
"Why, it was me." Ludwig grinned and leaned back. "Try to get a higher one, if you can," he added in amusement and continued watching me.
"I will make a new record!" With those words, I started a new game and at the same time I heard Germany laughing behind me lightly. I was concentrating on the game that much that I only started to notice everything around me when my tomato reached the game over after1.336.987 m. "Ve~ Germany, lost again before breaking your high score," I whined in disappointment and put the joystick on the floor. Then I stood up and sat in Ludwig's lap. "Can you comfort me with a kiss?" Well, I had to act like Italy, right? And I surely didn't do it because I wanted a kiss from Germany. No, absolutely not. Suddenly I heard coughing from behind, turned around and only now noticed Russian and China who were standing in the room. Shit, since when did they stand here? Façade, façade!, I remembered and smiled at Ivan and Yao. "Oh, you're here too! Do you want to play, too? It's really funny!" While I was talking I stood up and made my way over to the two countries, intended to hug Russia. "Hello, Russia!" I had learned from a friend's book that this was a common tradition in Italy. But while I was cuddling with Russia – by the way, I was hugging Russia, oh my god! – I realized something important: Italy was scared of Ivan! Damn that Italy book… But I let go of Russia as if nothing had happened and stepped over to China in order to hug him, too. Oh, no one would believe me if I told him that I had hugged my favourite Anime characters! But as unlucky as I was, I felt China grabbing my hair. And not just any hair – China tugged on my curl! While I was shrinking to my normal height and fell to my knees, I noticed Ludwig, who had jumped up and now stared at me in disbelief. Alright, I was a dead girl.
"Who are you?" Germany and China shouted simultaneously, latter still holding onto my strands of hair.
"Marina?" Russia's reaction came a moment later but I turned to him immediately, feeling a painful tug. However, the shock was great enough to make me forget the pain. Why the hell did Ivan know my name?
"Who are you, damn it?" Ludwig shouted again and I winced. My intuition told me that there was no way I came out of this mess living. And if I was lucky enough to survive this, I would have a lot of broken bones. "What have you done to Italy?"
"You didn't know that this is not the real Italy?" Russia asked, perplexed, not even a trace of a smile on his face.
"Of course I knew that this girl is not Italy! Can't you see how fucking not-shocked I am?" Germany started swearing again what just proved once more how angry he was. However, I still wanted to know one thing before Ludwig could murder me. I took my strands of hair in my own hand and stood up again.
"Hold on! Wait!" I shouted and turned to Russia completely. "First of all, I want to know why Russia knows me!" First, Ivan stared at me, perplexed, but then seemed to have realized something and took his scarf in both hands.
"I'm afraid we have the same problem, Marina-sama." Ivan sighed before stripping off the scarf. Wait… Marina-sama? When the scarf fell onto the floor, the sight of the person before me made my heart skip a beat. Russia has been played by Elena all the time…!
~End of flashback~
"Well, that's pretty much the whole story." Marina said before leaning back. "But I wouldn't have expected you replacing Russia!"
"Talking about favourite characters." I chuckled. "Let me tell you what happened to me until now."
[…]
"Whoa! So this is all Arthur's doing?" Marina shouted, surprised, and stared at me. As an answer, I only nodded and began to play around with my scarf. "I knew that he is able to perform magic, but that-" Her speech was interrupted by a knock at the door and we all heard Spain's cheerful voice:
"Ita~chan! Lovi and I are here to drop off some tomatoes~" We all winced, Marina yanking off the scrunchy and I put the scarf around my neck quickly, almost choking myself with the fabric. South Italy's quiet "Fuck you, you bastard" was almost completely ignored because of the rustling and creaking in our room. Eventually the knocking stopped and Antonio and Lovino barged in, Spain with a big basket of tomatoes in his hands. Shit, my list of the Hetalia characters that were looking better in real life had been extended by a tanned and damn sexy Antonio. South Italy had come in with the Spaniard but hid behind him quickly.
"What is this vodka freak doing in your room, Feliciano?" He hissed and pointed at me with a trembling hand. Marina looked helpless for a moment but then turned to Germany with the well-known grin on her lips.
"Ve~ Russia wanted to visit Germany so I had no choice but to accept him here." She looked over to Lovino again who boiled with anger, the fear of me completely vanished.
"You always hang around suspicious people! First this potato bastard and now this… monster!" Before I could suggest him to become one with Russia for calling me monster, Spain reacted.
"How cute! Lovi is worried about his little brother~" The Spaniard purred and ruffled Italy's dark brown hair.
"You freak, that's not- Chigi~!" South Italy shouted, blushing, when Spain brushed over his curl. "Y-you paedophile!" He shoved the laughing Antonio away who staggered a bit but then caught himself and placed the tomato basket on the table next to the couch. Spain was really lucky that Lovino was too embarrassed to headbutt him.
"Do you already know the fun zone, Germany?" Antonio grinned darkly and stepped closer to Italy. The blonde German inched away, with a busted expression on his face. Unfortunately, Spain registered it as clueless and came even closer to Marina. "I'll show you…"
"No!" I uttered and leaned forward to be able to reach Antonio; I had understood too late what Spain was up to. Latter already reached out for Italy's curl and almost touched it… I saw that Germany and China freezing with a shocked expression on their faces. I leaned closer to grab the Spaniard's hand… only a bit more and Marina was safe… Suddenly I felt a painful pressure around my neck and fell back onto the sofa.
"Don't you dare touch Feli, you vodka bastard." Lovino's voice was trembling but I could hear the anger and determination in it. "Or I will ch-choke you with this scarf." Shit, this had to be the wrath of the South Italian mafia. I sat bolt upright, really worried about my life, and could only helplessly watch Spain's grip tighten around Italy's curl and…
Antonio gasped when he saw the blonde girl sitting in front of him on the couch. The strand of hair escaped his grip and Marina took it to prevent another transformation. At the same time I felt the pressure around my neck loosen until South Italy let go of the fabric completely.
"What have you done to my brother, you bitch?" Romano cursed while coming closer to Antonio and Marina; he seemed to have forgotten about me completely. I wanted to say something feeling the tug on my scarf too late – the scarf was obviously still hanging on Lovino's sleeve. I realized the fact that I was my real self again when I didn't feel the fluffy warmth around my neck anymore and when the two southern countries were staring at me, shocked. "Not that one, too," Romano uttered, being completely confused by the events.
"We have to get out of here. Now." Spain said with a stern voice, grabbed South Italy's hand and dragged him to the door. His hand had already taken the doorknob but Antonio's wrist was caught in Yao's tight grip. Finally, the Chinese had helped out.
"Please listen to the circumstances first before telling the other countries about this… incident, aru." Emerald green met gold when the two countries were staring at each other but the Spaniard finally gave in, going back to the sofa and sitting down next to Germany, Lovino to his left.
"Alright, I'm listening." He said earnestly but his voice was now softer and he watched us, interested. China looked over to me; I understood the gesture and began to tell them our story.
[…]
"W-wow," Spain only said when after my story, the room fell silent again. "That's incredible."
"Yeah, really incredible from England to put totally strangers inside Italy's and others' bodies." Germany grunted and looked out of the window. His comment made us all grin and the nervous atmosphere was gone.
"That eyebrow bastard should have put a kid inside that potato freak instead of my brother." South Italy ranted sulkily and we all smiled even more.
"I'll say it gladly one more time: You are so cute when you are concerned for Ita-chan~" Spain laughed, amused. Lovino jumped up and wanted to complain but Antonio carried on: "In my opinion, you played your Russia role well. I will reward you with a tomato~" He winked at me and gave me one of the red vegetables, ignoring Romano's "Don't give every random girl tomatoes, you bastard!" I giggled in amusement before I took the tomato and started eating it. When I had finished it, I suddenly realized something and got up from the sofa.
"China, we should get her to America's room," I turned to Yao, who nodded and stood up from the armchair he had been sitting in, Marina as well. I looked at Ludwig, Lovino and Antonio. "Do you… want to come with us?" I asked them but the three countries only shook their heads, declining.
"I've had enough of this loony bin today." Ludwig sighed and let his head sink into his hands. "I'll go grab a beer. Or two…" He started to mumble things that I couldn't clearly hear so I turned to the other two.
"Oh, Lovi and I will go to our room and have fun~" Antonio purred and grabbed Italy's curl. The smaller of the both blushed hard at that action and began to sputter curses and threats. I noticed how Marina almost drooled, staring at the both of them – me, too – but I remembered my duty. I sighed before turning away from Spain and Italy and looking at the others.
"Let's go!" I smiled at Yao and Marina who returned my grin and then left the room, as well as Antonio and Lovino. While we had crossed the room, Marina had let go of her hair so now I was following a normal Italy and a normal China. When we had reached the room 4070, I had already told Marina every little detail about my adventure, starting with Yao's kiss and ending with Britannia Angel. Both of us were giggling when we entered America's room. The suite was – except for America and England who seemed to have stayed there the whole time – empty. Forthermore, Alex and Elizaveta still hadn't returned.
"Here's one more, aru." China grinned and pointed to Italy.
"Great job!" America shouted and patted Yao's shoulder. "You have to find two more, so get back to work!"
"Can we please stay here a bit and rest?" I asked the American tiredly and took off my scarf. "I've been confronted with so much madness since early this morning and would be really glad if I could take a little break." Of course I wanted to get home as soon as possible, but my feet hurt already, besides, I wanted to know more details about Britannia Angel from England. Alfred looked at me, thinking about something before nodding and pointing at the armchairs.
"Alright, but I make an exception for you because you've done a pretty good job so far. Furthermore, we have another team who is searching for the imposters. I'll get you some coke and hamburgers." With these words he moved over to the fridge and took almost everything out of it. This action got him an annoyed sigh from England, but Arthur remained quiet. "Sit down, all of you!" America grinned and let himself fall on England's lap again. The smaller country got as red as the tomato I ate before and began to protest. Alfred, however, ignored the curses and stuffed a whole hamburger in his mouth.
Well, we've reached the end of the chapter already, so this is the point where I give you cookies and ask you for reviews, please.