Okay! so here it is. sorry for the delay...I didnt have much insperation for this chapter, but in the bright side I did put a little some thin' some thin' in here~

Enjoy

I could hear Feliciano move through the house as I stayed locked in my room. I was not hiding from him, but I knew it was best to figure out the situation and make a plan of action, before confronting Italy. My train of thought was interrupted by a large sound coming from downstairs. It sounded of large objects being dragged against the floor of the house. I opened the door slightly to see what Italy was doing, but I immediately regretted it. There stood Italy with a large trash bag, lighter fluid, a shovel, a sledge hammer, and for some reason the refrigerator. How Italy managed to carry the heavy load in one go, I had no Idea. Italy never showed this much effort in training, so it was truly surprising and alarming for Italy to display so much strength.

"What is Italy doing?" I whispered to myself.

I decided to continue to observe Italy for a while longer. Italy was dragging everything into the garden, but I couldn't get a good enough view from outside my door. I moved to the window that had a good view of the garden and observed Italy from there. Whatever Italy was planning, it did not seem that any good will come from it. Something inside me told me to get out of the house and run as fast as I can, but there was one problem: to where? I moved to my desk located in my room and looked through some old papers for a small journal I kept of places I could go in case of situations I needed to lay low for a while. After a few minutes I found it and I flipped through the pages, but in doing so another problem presented itself.

"All these places are in Italy or my own home…" I ran a hand through my hair.

"Wait! Spain, Spain has to help." I remembered the scene with Romano.

"If he doesn't help, I don't know what else to do"

I grabbed a small duffle bag and shoved a couple of clothes in it and I opened my door a bit wider. I could see that Italy came back in the house for something, so going through the front or back door was no good. I weighed my options. The only exits available to me were the windows in my room or the fire escape. The fire escape was made of noisy material, so going through it will certainly make a loud commotion.

"So window it is…" I threw the duffle bag over my shoulder and went through the window.

I stood on the grey roof and looked around. The nearest house was a good 20 feet away and jumping down was not an option. Telephone cables and what seemed to be ropes connected the two houses. I looked around for something I could use to ride the cables. I did not find anything, but a Frisbee and a football. I took of my shirt and used it as a rope.

"Here goes nothing."

I made sure Italy was nowhere in sight, and when I was satisfied I swung myself to the other house. For some reason a wave of adrenaline swept through my body. It was truly exuberant to be escaping from a location without someone's knowledge. I had forgotten how fun this was. I could feel the wind blow through my hair and the strain to not make any sounds that would alert anyone of my location. How I missed this…

I landed on our neighbor's roof with a small thud. I quickly got up and ran to the other side of the roof until I could see a place in which I could climb down easily. I found a small web of Ivy and used it as a ladder. Now down from the roof, I ran towards the closest town and hopped a cab would appear soon. Fortunately a cab did come my way, I stopped it and got in the back.

"Drive me to the nearest airport, now" I requested to the cab driver.

"Well, hello to you too sir. Yes, we are having lovely weather today" a heavily Indian accented voice replied.

The cab driver, who suspiciously looked a lot like India, turned back to face me.

"What happened to your shirt? Got in trouble with the Miss?" The cab driver snickered.

"That's not relevant right now" I urged the cab driver.

"Airport ride, coming right up!" the cab driver, mischief running through his crimson eyes, turned and swept the dark hair off his face. He changed the gears with a quick flick of the hand and stepped on the gas pedal with a loud thud. The car instantly flew from its spot with a loud screech.

"And away we go!"

Ah~ Germany how we love thee! that's all for now loves, till the next chapter~