I'm so sorry for being so late in publishing this! I got so caught up in an online game...OMG the power it took to pry myself off of the game...phew! well anyway here it is. feel free to scold me, my friend already scolded me for missing the deadline in our manga project.
TRANSLATIONS AT THE BOTTOM!
"Sorry, amigo but it was your fault for messing with Mr. Iceman's sister" I put down the cotton rag soaked in alcohol. I turned to the small wooden table besides me and picked up a needle to begin stitching up some of the deep wounds.
"You could have still stepped in…" France clutched his right cheek.
"Are you kidding me? I already have enough problems to deal with then to get you out of trouble" I scorned him.
"Also I stepping in would not have made any difference" I tried giving him a sympathetic smile.
I was about to begin to close the gash to France's brow, but the sound of my door bell stopped me. Small melodious chimes filled the inside of my home. Excusing myself first, I got up from my chair and made my way to the front door.
"Hola! You know the door is open, so you can just…come in…" my voice trailed off as I saw who it was standing in front of me.
It was poor Germany, he looked like death; his well-kept hair was in disarray, his shirt looked like it was buttoned quickly, his piercing blue eyes seemed dulled out, the list just went on and on. I ushered the tall German inside before he caught a cold.
"Hello Spain, I hope it is not much of a bother for my sudden arrival to your home" Germany tried to seem more composed.
"No, no, no, no of course not! Come in, come in, what happened to you? You look horrible!" I took Germany's duffle bag and laid it next to the counter in the kitchen.
"That is why I came here for, I-" Germany was caught off by France coming into the room.
"Hey, Espagne can you do me the curtsey to close the slash to my face, its nothing much. It's just I'm starting to see pink flying rabbits...I thought that might be a problem" France walked out of the living room and into the front of my house where me and Germany were. France instantly stopped when he caught sight of Germany.
"Wow…mon ami what did they do to you?" France ran a hand through his hair.
"It is a very long story, but Spain…" Germany looked from France to me.
"I need your help" Germany looked like he was about to snap. I couldn't say no…He was Feli's crush…and it would be mean to turn him down when he made the long flight and drive to my secluded house in the country.
"Sure anything, but I suggest we all sit down and I fix that gash to Francis's brow? Does that sound okay?" I suggested.
"Yeah that might be advised, he looks like he is going to pass out…"Germany pointed to Francis, who was now lying on the ground flailing his arms all around.
"Vous damner! Be gone with you all. You pesky flying rabbits, I bet England put you all up to this; that demon! He is always out to get big brother! Non~" Francis suddenly began to trash around the floor attempting to swat the "invisible" flying rabbits, who were supposedly all around Francis.
"Oh Francis…quick how many fingers am I holding up?" I held up three fingers up to Francis face.
"Hmm…one…non…Five! That's it…Six…"Francis plopped his head back on the floor.
"Ay, amigo…the mierda you get yourself into…"
After stitching up poor Francis, I put him down on my couch. Instantly overtaken by the drugs I had to give him to calm down, Francis seems to have fallen asleep when he made contact with the cushions. I sat beside my past out friend and motion for Germany to sit down on the lounge chair across the coffee table, so I could see him better.
"Okay, what do you need of my services?" I smiled at Germany.
"Ah…well, it is about Feliciano…" Germany seemed to grow even worse in mood as he mentioned my Roma's brother.
"I'm sorry if he broke something again. Feli doesn't mean to do it on purpose, just have him fix it or pay for it. He is very clumsy sometimes… just don't mind him! He is just trying to be friendly" I tried to reassure the German.
"No, it is not that. Why does everyone keep telling me that?" Germany seemed irritated and ran a hand through his slicked, blond hair.
"I will simply get to the point; I believe Feliciano is trying to kill me and I need for you to talk to Italy since you seem the closest to Feliciano, besides Romano of course." Germany breathed out.
I almost chocked on my own saliva at that "oh so normal" reason.
"Ack! Que cosa!? Feli? Are we talking about the same person, who is afraid of a cat licking him because the tongue is too rough?" no way little Feli could plan to do such a thing, especially too the very intimidating German, who Feli was so infatuated with.
"Hahahahahaha, very funny Germany. Are you sure it isn't Roma again disguised as Feli?" Lovi did do that once, but I let it slide because it was adorable how Feli was so confused by the other 'him'.
"Regretfully not this time, I will explain" Germany looked distant as he tried to find the words to explain.
"It started a couple of nights ago…I had gotten home from a very tedious day of work and babysitting you three, if you could remember that day. I entered my home expecting to be tackled by Feliciano when I opened the door, I received the opposite. There sat Italy with dinner on the table. It was nothing too strange, but I could feel tension all through the room. What was more odd was…there was no usual 'Ve's, no bubbly laughter, instead Feliciano was very cold and almost calculating." Germany shifted in his chair.
"After the dinner, I felt gravely ill almost like I had been drugged. Then in the morning, when I had woken up, I could hear Feliciano make loud bangs through the house. What I saw was truly alarming…" Germany lowered his voice and put his face on his hands.
"Then here I am in front of you, Spain"
It took me a while to register what Germany had said. It took me even longer to comprehend what he was saying.
"Okay, let's say you are right and Feli is truly trying to kill you. For what reasons do you think Feli would possibly want you dead?" I wasn't buying this whole situation, but I decided to play along for now.
I could remember Feli coming over in ungodly hours in the afternoon and whine about how Germany ignored his feelings and such. I didn't mind listening and giving my advice, I am the country of passion after all, but what truly irritated me about the whole fiasco was that Feli would always pick siesta time to rant. If boss does not get his siestas, then no one is happy. I love Feli and Lovi with all my heart, but there is only so much boss can take before he goes insane…if this was a joke, boss is not amused.
"I believe this started when I conversed with Romano in our last world meeting…I had been talking to Romano for…err…personal reasons…. Feliciano must have walked in when I embraced Romano tightly, Feliciano must have interpreted it the wrong way, and is now trying to protect his brother by eliminating me from the equation" Germany finished.
Somewhere in Spain's mind:
"Three…two…one…DING! All is clear for take-off; I repeat todo esta listo por despego"
"You did what to my innocent, little Lovi~?" I moved a little closer to Germany, ready to strike him at any time.
"My poor little Lovi, always getting himself into trouble…tsk, tsk, tsk real shame; I really liked you, Germany" I could feel my features darken and that old, vile smile from my conquistador days tug at my lips.
"Calm down Spain…there is nothing between me and Romano; that would be one really dysfunctional relationship." Germany tried speaking calmly to settle me down
…Well that is true…
"Huh? Oh sorry Germany! I've been slipping into those old days again!" I instantly snapped back into reality.
"That's fine…as I was saying…" Germany continued.
"…but if I catch any news that says otherwise… Feli won't be the only one out for blood" I interjected and smiled slightly at the German.
A moment of silence passed, and when I felt satisfied that my point was made clear I continued.
"Okay! So from what you told me and…other information…I can predict that Feli is mad at you for doing something that wounded him emotionally. Did you do anything that would do that to Feli recently?" I flopped back on the couch.
"No…nothing else comes to mind" Germany looked off into the distance.
"Well whatever you did, it was big. Feli is such an emotional person and so are you, believe it or not. I remember when Feli was just a small Chico; he would get all worked up if he was left alone by something or someone he really liked. It could be anything: squirrels, birds, cats, dogs, even once a small boy he met for only thirty minutes. His anxiety was worse already because of Grandpa Rome's fall, but it managed to get worse as he got older. Especially after Holy Roman Empire disappeared, he was never the same after that. Now, He just mindlessly makes friends like a preppy schoolgirl in high school, but never allows for anyone to get too close. That kid worries me sometimes" I drew small circles in the air, remembering the past.
"I see…so Italy…was never truly as happy as he seemed to be…" Germany looked guilty for some reason. It wasn't his fault for Feli's separation issues.
"Hey, there's no need to feel saddened. It's just an old man's rant of the old times. Tell you what; I accept your plea and boss will help you make amends with Feli. Next world meeting we'll go together and we will both corner Feli and fix this unknown mess you got yourself into. Does that sound good?" I winked at Germany.
"Thank-you, Spain." Germany's mood seemed better.
"Hahhahaha, Don't seduce my Lovi ever again and that will suffice" I gave Germany a bright smile.
"Understood" Germany smiled.
Out of nowhere, a small sound of shifting clothes came from besides me.
"Ngh…Espagne…Why is the room spinning?" France lazily opened his eyes and began to move.
Oh maldiciones, I forgot about him…
"Oh no Francis, go back to sleep before you hurt yourself. Quick, Germany get me the bottle of pills in the kitchen." I pointed to the bottle of white pills on the kitchen table.
"No! I don't wanna and you can't make me!" Francis shot out of the couch, but fell straight on his face.
"Ow…"
Here they are~
-Mr. Iceman: Russia -Espagne (Fr): Spain -Vous damner!(Fr): Damn you all
-Ay amigo, the mierda you get yourself into(Sp/En): Oh, friend the shit you get yourself into
-Que cosa!?(Sp): What the... -I repeat todo esta listo por despego(Sp/En): I repeat all is clear for take-off
-maldiciones(Sp): curses