(Feliciano POV)
Shaking profusely, North Italy dodged another attack from his burly, ginger opponent. Feli often felt dwarfed next to his boyfriend Ludwig, but that felt like nothing compared to this! At least Germany wouldn't try to hurt him like this...
His mind wandered to his stoic blonde lover, distracting him enough to let one of the blows hit, knocking him over and down, his usually adorable face meeting dirt.
"GET UP FRATELLO! GET THE FUCK UP!"
Feli rolled over quickly, and saw his brother being led off to fight. His eyes clouded over, brotherly protection instincts setting in. The angry dark brown orbs settled onto the ginger about to strike him, making the enemy pause in fear.
Veneziano took his chance and pulled the staff out of the man's hands, and whacked him over the head with it.
The man stumbled back a few steps, but it wasn't enough to stop the angered attacks.
"Must...help...Lovi!" Feli grunted quietly with each hit.
Finally, the ginger managed to crawl out of the fighting circle, to safety. The fight was over; the victor the one with brown eyes and hair.
Coming down from his hulk-rage, Veneziano went to semi-normalcy, looking around to see where his older twin went. Instead thought, his eyes met very familiar light-blue ones, wide in shock at the aggression.
"Luddy!"
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(Spain-Germany POV)
After landing on the Skogurian runway, the two angry countries practically flew off the plane, jumping on the boat for the mainland faster than Feli when he thinks you have pasta~
Taking over the commands of the vessel, Spain steered like a madman, sending them across the same shark-infested waters their Italian boyfriends had crossed only days before.
Running the boat up onto the sand, Germany lead the way into the forest blindly, following a feeling. They ran past Heimi, staring into each hill-house for a millisecond, searching for Feli and Lovi.
"Italia! Wo bist du?!"
"Lovi mi amore! It's me!"
It was pure luck that the pair ended up running along the trail to Caladoit, and tripped over the sudden change in terrain, sliding down the sandy dune. They landed all jumbled together, and were in slight shock from the tumble.
Dazed, Germany faintly heard the sounds of yelling coming from further down the beach, from a collection of large boulders. He sat up, curious.
Spain sat up slower, brushing the sand out of his chocolate hair after pulling himself off of Ludwig. As the sounds finally registered in the men's brains, a yell came over to them.
"Idiota! Just fight already!"
Antonio was gone in a blink.
When Germany made it over to the group, he had to push past several natives, who all were quite annoyed when they were pushed aside rather rudely. Though, upon seeing the clothes Ludwig was wearing (which were normal to most people, but freaky to Skogurians) they let up. Maybe this foreigner would put up a good show too!
Germany watched as Feli, his Feli, was almost hit by the staff, and he was startled at the anger he saw in the Italian's golden-brown eyes.
"Zhis is not like him...Vat has Alvi done?!" the blonde nation thought to himself.
Once the fight was over, the lovers met eyes, and when they did, there was no sign of the former rage.
"Luddy!"
Germany smiled. "Feli."
Veneziano launched him body at Ludwig, and hugged him tightly, seeming to try to burrow into the German man. Ludwig held onto his boyfriend with a vice-like grip, and gave the wriggling man a kiss on the head, minding the curl.
Spain watched the couple for a moment, then glared around, searching for his own love.
"Lovi~ Lovi! ¿Dónde estás ~"
"Antonio! There you are, Tomato basterd!"
Spain dodged the head-but to his torso, and pulled Romano in very tightly, almost suffocating his boyfriend. Tears of joy sprang to eyes as they finally kissed for the first time in days. As the kiss turned more intense though, Skogurland had to break them up.
"Romano," she coughed, kinda uncomfortable.
"You fight-" she started to point out another competitor, but it wasn't really necessary. Romano grabbed the fighting staff from the fighter's hands and whacked him over the head, then went back to his Spanish lover as the native went unconscious.
Alvi looked at her K.O.'d citizen, then back to the re-united lovers, and then at the gathering of her people. She gave a few signs with her hands, and the crowd dispersed, leaving the nations alone.
( ff- Almost finished! Thanks to all the people who read this, thus making me soooooooo very happy! I almost made this the last chapter, but decided to be a tease and split the finale. ;D
Spain- Wait- who was following us in the plane?
Ludwig- Wasn't that-
ff- Shh! NO SPOILERS OR I TELL ITALY YOU OUTLAWED PASTA!
L- ….
ff- Good boy. Hetalia and all its wonderfulness (meaning majority of the characters here) does not belong to me! T_T
Sko- But I do. )