Ciao! Ciao!
You know, I'm holding a Hetalia party! If anyone is interested (and happens to live in Albuquerque, New Mexico), I would love for you to come! It'll be November 3rd, if anyone is interested. And once I come up with a location, I will definitely tell you. Come in costume! :3
Other than that, this chapter is a lot of fun, so I hope you enjoy.
The first thought Feliciano had was that his head hurt. He had no idea who he was, or where he was. The only thing that mattered was his head really hurt. Feliciano fluttered his eyes open. The second thing he found was that his hands and feet were tied to a chair. Then he remembered what happened. He struggled against the ropes to no avail. Feliciano heard footsteps getting closer, until the end of a gun hit him hard across the face.
Feliciano spit out blood, and barely heard voices talking. "-maybe you were being a little too rough on him." a voice said.
"Too rough? Isn't that what we're supposed to be? Idiot." a painstakingly annoying voice said. Feliciano struggled more against the restraints, and gave up.
"Gilbert..." Feliciano muttered.
Gilbert whirled around, grinning happily. "Ah, you're awake! Kesesesese! This is quite a gift to have you here. And really, the pleasure is all mine. I'm sure you are... dying to go home." He dragged a knife across Feliciano's chest, and Feliciano groaned in pain.
"This isn't right." Lovino said for like the millionth time, pacing across the living room, which was getting darker every minute. He called an emergency meeting. Everyone had grudgingly come.
"Keep calm." Kiku said, again for the millionth time. "I am sure he just got busy."
"No." Lovino turned on Kiku. "For the past, what, five days? He's been giving me an update every hour, or at least tells me when he's not going to be able to respond. He's been gone for seven hours now. I've tried texting him, calling him, everything I can. But no matter what I try, it goes straight to voicemail, or he doesn't respond."
"You worry too much." Roderich said. "How about you sit here and drink some beer. It should calm your nerves, and then tomorrow Feliciano will call you apologizing for not answering. Here" Roderich held out a glass of beer, but Lovino swatted it away.
"I don't want beer, goddammit! What don't you understand? Not only has he been in town for far too long, but now he isn't even answering his fucking phone! There's something wrong, I just know it!"
"You said so yourself," Kiku stressed, still trying to calm Lovino, "that if something really were wrong, he would have sent a sign. I don't see any sign."
"This is your fucking sign!" Lovino shouted. "He hasn't answered and he always does! And the last text he sent me said that he was heading into a restaurant, and then it cuts off and says that something is wrong. I already told you this!" Antonio took the phone from Lovino's hand, who strangely didn't object. He read the last text out loud, his Spanish accent coming on strong.
"'Heading into a restaurant now, so don't w' and then it cuts off and skips a line and says; 'Something isn't right.'" Now everyone was paying attention. All Lovino had been yammering on about this whole time was that something was wrong and the last text sent was suspicious. He never actually read it aloud like Antonio did. Whenever Feliciano said that something wasn't right, something wasn't right.
Kiku realized this, and stood up."You're right. We should head to town and find him."
"You can count me out." Roderich said.
"I'm in." Mathias grinned. He turned to Elizabeta and winked, who understood right away and stood up too.
"I'll do anything to save my Lovi and Feli." Antonio sprang up and hugged Lovino, who immediately turned bright red, trying to peel the Spaniard off.
"I told you, I'm not your Lovi!"
Heracles Karpusi sleepily stood up, the usual cat on his head. "I'll help too."
"I'll go." Arthur Kirkland smiled. "If he's injured than he'll need a medic."
"I want to go too!" a strange voice said. Everyone looked around, but couldn't find it, so they shrugged it off. It was in fact Mathew Williams, a Canadian who... well didn't leave much of a presence.
"Alright" Lovino said. "Then that's that! The rest of you stay here and hold down the fort in case something happens. Kiku will keep you updated in case something goes wrong."Kiku replied by pocketing his phone and strapping on his katana. "While we're gone, Roderich is in charge."
"Whatever." the Austrian responded.
"Let's head out!" Lovino shouted. Everyone filed out. Mathew looked around, then ran out.
"Guys, you forgot me!" Mathew shouted. Which still really sounded more like a weak pathetic whisper. He's so quiet that even his quotations stand out more than him.
It seemed like hours. The only thing Feliciano heard was the blood rushing through his head, and laughing through incomprehensive talking. The only thing he felt was his wrists tied behind his back, his feet tied to either chair leg, and the pain. The burning, sharp pain, that sometimes would dull ,then would immediately spike. His eyes were mostly kept shut, but sometimes he managed to open them and see someone causing more pain- mainly Gilbert, but sometimes another one would appear and take over. He could smell the beer on Gilbert's breath whenever the German leaned close. The metallic taste of blood that Feliciano knew too well was getting stronger every time his cheek was cut, or he would cough from a stomach or chest wound, bringing more blood up.
The only thing Feliciano could do was shout curses. Sometimes yelling things that everyone could understand, but as time wore on, they got more rapid, and were only spoken in Italian, which, Feliciano knew well, no one else spoke. Gilbert laughed at the curses that he couldn't understand, and all the screaming and groaning this little Italian made. Yet Gilbert had to admire him. It's been about fifty minutes of torture now, and Feliciano still clung to life, still struggled to remain awake. And every time Gilbert looked into the Italian's eyes, he could see the struggle for his life.
"And what have we here?" Everyone turned to see Ivan, the Braginsky leader, standing in the doorway. He looked to see that Feliciano was tied up and suffering. "Ah" he began, walking up. "It makes me smile to see how you are enjoying my mafia's overwhelming power. You are enjoying it, da?" All Feliciano could do was look up in hate and disgust. He threw a curse in another language- possibly Italian, but it was hard to tell because of how slurred his words were.
"Well," Ivan said, standing up. "No matter. Now you will see what happens when you scorn my family and underestimate my power."
There was a terrible bang as Feliciano was thrown into a metal room. Ludwig looked up alarmed, and when he saw Feliciano laying there bleeding, he rushed over.
"Feliciano? Feliciano!" Ludwig shouted at the Italian uselessly. Ludwig carefully turned Feliciano over, and saw all the terrible gashes and burns. Ludwig didn't know what to do.
He stopped the bleeding as best he could, and gently lay Feliciano's head on his lap. "Oh Feliciano." Ludwig mumbled. "What do I do? How do I get us out of here?"
"We have no idea where to go." Mathias groaned. It was getting close to morning. Everyone was wandering around the streets, trying to find even a clue as to where Feliciano is, or might have been taken. Lovino started to walk away from the group, not even searching anymore. Antonio noticed this and went over to him.
"Where are you going?" Antonio asked.
"To find Feliciano." Lovino answered.
"But he never told you where he went. How do you know where to look?"
"Because I know my brother." Lovino kept walking. Antonio couldn't help but smile. Lovino was almost out of sight when Antonio finally got all the others to follow. Lovino walked, barely watching where he was going. After about half an hour of walking, Lovino walked into a motel.
"Is this where he stayed?" Kiku asked.
"Yes." Lovino answered with no uncertainty. He walked straight up to the room marked "a15". It was a little code for the Vargas family. A for them being the best, and 15 for the 15 members in the Vargas household. Lovino checked the doorknob.
"Unlocked." Lovino stated.
"How unusual of him." Kiku said. Lovino walked in, with Kiku and Antonio following. Lovino took a quick survey of the room, and ran up to the night stand.
"Damn it Feliciano!" Lovino yelled.
"What? What did he do, Lovi?"
"I told you, I'm not your Lovi! And he left his gun here!"
"Whatever he was doing, or whoever he was with, he got too comfortable." Kiku stated. "If he doesn't have his gun, then he could be in more danger than we thought."
Lovino opened the drawers and picked up a dagger. It wasn't Feliciano's though. This one had a skull on the handle, while Feliciano's has no carving.
"Does this look like anyone's to you?" Lovino asked.
Kiku recognized it. A few seconds later, he remembered where he'd seen it before. "Gilbert! When we got into that fight a few weeks back, Gilbert attacked me and Feliciano with that knife."
"Exactly." Lovino pocketed the gun and put the dagger down. "I know where Feliciano is. Let's go."
With that, they headed out.
This one is short. But I love it. It shows how much Lovino really loves his younger brother. And I'm not sure if I did the motel sign right, but I didn't feel like looking it up. But you guys get the point.
And aw, poor Mathew! He's so cute! I just had to have him come along. There was no other choice. Mathew is just too fucking cute.
Things are just starting to get good. Some gay love and awesome action coming up. Ok, well, awesome action. It's just gay thoughts really. But anyways, I hope you guys liked, and please, look forward to the next chapter! I know I will! Bye!