Per favore
A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to throw out a quick THANKS to all of you wonderful readers who make this worth doing! I figured since you were all so nice, I'd inform you that finals are overand I only potentially failed one of them! Starting next semester, I can begin working on my creative writing minor (are any of you surprised about that minor?) XD
Also, I'm not sure about the posting rate for the next month because I'm working on a scholarship that I need to prepare a 60-75 page portfolio of writing for in the next month. I don't think I'll have issues coming up with a portfolio that small but it might interfere with fanfiction. It's not that I don't love you, it's just a matter of priorities.
But I promise: I love you all! Especially (thought saying that sounds terrible): owlcitystars98, Cifer10, I no wanna log innnnnn & Same person from before, Zelda12343, darkangels1112, envysfangirl, NONAMESWEREAVAILABLE, Princess-Canada, HaruWitch, Anonymous, Dogsrule, HikariKegawaAshi, Anonymous, foREVerhauntingme, RaNdOm, Tono Radish, SafetyScissors, HungaryJayFeather, Random Fangirl Number 37, QueenMab, Sailingseas, Winterfox02, With love from Chibitalia, Kori24, Ines Bonnefoy
envysfangirl: haha! Yeah, I can assume that they were planning the 'heart of fullmetal' bit, but like you said: it's cute. ^.^
foREVerhauntingme: ha! YES! They shall all succumb to the fearsome powers that is Northern Italy! XD
SafetyScissors: haha! Cross your fingers all you want and ask as many questions as you want, I'll never spill! This is good incentive to keep reading. ^.^
HikariKegawaAshi: haha! That's exciting! I got to see her today because I'm home now! And I'm slowly convincing her to read this, though I've pulled her to be a fan of Germancest like me. XD
Dogsrule: You know, I'm actually not a huge fan of dogs. Sorry to say. But I would like to own one one day because they're just so loyal. But I'm getting a German Shepherd and I'm getting him/her as a puppy with my kittens so they will get along.
Winterfox02: Sorry about the length it took to update, I'm glad you liked the cliff. XD I'm not sure if this chapter will make things better, though. Sorry!
Tono Radish: PASTAAAAAAAAA~ Here's the update.
darkangels1112: haha! But of course! I don't think my taste for fiction should be dictated by my religion, and I have nothing against gay people in either sense of the term! So, why can't some of my favorite pairings be gay? I must say, it throws
some people for a loop. XD
And thank you so much for the compliments.
Kori24: Of course! They're wonderful! Plus, I love hearing people go 'NOOOOO! CLIFY!'
With Love from Chibitalia: *bother bother* ^.^
Ines Bonnefoy: Nice last name, I must admit. XD And I'm glad you like the accents, they're rather humorous to type.
AkiWitch: The only way you'll ever know is if you KEEP READING! My lips are sealed! And if I die, THE WORLD WILL NEVER EVER KNOW! MUAHAHAHAHAH!
owlcitystars98: Oh don't worry, she has a rather strange made up name. XD If you think the story's interesting now, just wait for another 10 chapters or so to pass. You'll be loving it! (Hopefully)
haha! And I told her. She was rather happy. She likes Belarus.
I finished my exams! You have exams to take/took?
Of course. I'll start posting the song(s) I was listening to at the end of each chapter.
Alright, here you guys go!
Ring… ring… ring…Italy walked over, answering the phone. "Ve~ Hello?"
"Italy?"
"Yes!"
"Hi, it's Antonio."
"Spain! How are you, it's been so long since we got to hang out and talk!"
"I know, but could we talk another time?"
"But-"
"Here, Romano wants to talk to you."
…
"… Fe-… er… Italy?..."
"Of course, who else would it be?" Italy let out a laugh, glancing over his shoulder in the mirror, a little amused.
"Who else would it a be? What the hell-… uh… listen, where's Germany?"
"Ve~ You want to talk to Germany?... … but he's busy right now… … we could talk for a-"
"I want to a talk to the potato bastard, dammit! Put a him on the phone, I don't a care what you tell him!"
"But… uh… he's… uh…"
"What, can't you tell him I want to a talk to him? He's there, I know he is! It's impossible for him to always be out!"
"Right. No, he's here! I'll… uh…" Italy scowls at the mirror slightly. "I'll go ask him, just… just hold on a second, I'll go ask."
"Right, go a do that."
Setting the phone down, Italy pressed his lips together. Right… Germany… Taking a deep breath, the fragile Italian made his way through Germany's house to the basement, walking into one of the rooms he'd locked. "Ludwig~" he sang. "I have a very slight favor to ask of you!" Looking down at the bound Germany, he felt a smile creeping to his lips. "Ludwig, someone wants to talk to you." The German sat silently, staring at him. He'd given up trying to speak or struggle on the second day, it was no use. Italy may be useless, but whoever this was – and it wasn't Italy – knew what they were doing.
"I'm going to take the gag out now, okay? I trust you won't try screaming or anything, since it won't get you anywhere." After a moment of silence, he chuckles. "You're smart." He reaches up, allowing each hand to be placed on his cheeks before reaching behind his head and gently untying the knot of the gag, pulling it forward and out of the Aryan's mouth. "There. Isn't that better?"
Germany closed his mouth, his only reply being the silence which seemed to perfectly explain that he wasn't intending to speak.
Sighing, the Italian looked him in the eye. "What, you've got absolutely nothing to say?" Silence. "Apparently not… … Listen, Romano wants to talk to you. You're smart, so let me explain it this way: you owe me. I spared your life and-"
"Nein! I owe you nothing!"
"It's because of me you're alive, you'd do well to remember that I can kill you at any moment!" Silence. "Alright, think of it this way: you see this?" He motioned to himself. "The fact that you can see me means Italy is still alive. I'll even throw in that he is currently unharmed, annoying as he is. Now I know you mean something to him, and he evidently means something to you. I'm going to explain the scenario once: if you don't do as I say and behave, his current physical state won't last."
"If you-"
"Shh…" Italy put a hand on his mouth, slightly shaking his head. "Don't speak, not yet. If you had wanted to last longer, you shouldn't have made it so obvious you had figured things out."
Not that Germany had really figured it out very long before being discovered.
***Flashback***
"Oh yeah… well we can invite Prussia. Russia's a little scary anyway. And big brother France, and America, and Switzerland, and Lichtenstein, and Austria, and Hungary, and England, and Japan, and Netherlands, and-"
"Vait… who did you say?"
"Netherlands... don't you like him? We could invite someone else if-"
"Nein, before that."
"Uh… Japan?"
Germany shook his head. "Before that."
"Hungary."
"No… it vas after that."
Italy opened his eyes, looking to the side and thinking. "I don't think I mentioned anyone after that…"
"You said 'England'…"
Italy let his eyes fall on the ground. "But you see-"
"Feliciano, I thought you vere afraid of Arthur… you and your brother…"
"Yeah… …" Italy reached his arm up, nervously rubbing his other arm and continuing to stare at the ground beside him before looking up into Germany's icy blue eyes. In that instant, they both knew exactly what was happening.
"You're not…"
Slowly, the Italian shook his head. "No, not in the slightest." Germany stood, and so did Italy, not taking his eyes of the blonde man.
Germany watched Italy too, but more because he was having slight issues looking away. Italy's eyes were… open… but… they weren't as wonderful as they usually were. It was rare for Italy to open his eyes, and for his eyes to be open and not hold the same happiness they usually did… it was not right.
Italy looked away, and it had snapped Germany from a trance. It was the chance Germany needed to snap to his senses and take the Italian by the collar, pinning him against the nearest wall. "Vhat did you do to him!"
Italy's eyes widened, clearly shocked by the sudden aggression. "I haven't-"
"Vhere is he?"
"Let go of me! Let go of me this very instant!"
"Tell me vhere he is."
"A little demanding, don't you think?" Italy smirked, throwing Germany off again. "Alright, alright. You win." He shrugged. "I'll tell you exactly where he is." The German stood in silence, waiting for him to continue. He did in his own sweet time, closing his eyes and smiling. "He's standing right in this very room."
"Vhere!"
"He's in a bit of a predicament, considering he's being pinned to a wall by a rather strong German." He opened his eyes again to take in the confusion spreading across the larger man's face. "Yes, he's still right here." Reaching up, Italy placed a hand on the others face. "Germany, I… I haven't left you yet."
"Stop that!" Germany pressed Italy against the wall even harder, causing Italy's hand to form a fist on the side of Germany's head in pain.
"Doitsu, stop-"
"You're lying, vhere is he?"
"I'm not! Doitsu… Doitsu, I'm not lying!" Italy pleaded, tears threatened to fight a line across his face. "You have to listen to me, I'm right here!" Germany wouldn't buy it, but Italy didn't need him to. All he needed was the slight hesitation in Germany's thinking and actions, which he then used. In one swift motion, Germany was off of the Italian, who had pulled a knife.
The quick change of pace startled the German. Italy's eyes were open and didn't hold the same magic they once held when he would happen to catch them open. Now, they held… what did they hold… nothing pleasant.
Germany was on his feet, but the Italian was quicker. Not only quicker, but stronger! This wasn't normal. Italy easily had Germany pinned and rendered immobile within ten minutes. "I'm not lying, you know." He was still smiling. "This is Italy's body, and he can hear and see and feel everything." The feeling of the cold knife on his neck made Germany stop breathing for a moment. "And, shame as it is, he's going to be the one to kill you now." Gently, he glided the blade across the pale neck lying beneath it, bringing the point to Ludwig's jugular. He pressed down slightly, but not nearly enough to break skin. Just enough to make the German's heart rate increase noticeably. "On second thought…" Bringing the knife up, the Italian put the flat of it against Germany's cheek, causing him to close his eyes. "No… not yet. Besides, that'd be a little too easy, don't you think?"
***End Flashback***
"Now," Italy smiled, "it's time for you to return my favor. My darling brother Lovino wants to talk to you. He's concerned for me, you see. So who better to talk to than you? You've been out very often and been extremely busy, but you've agreed to take time out of your work schedule to go talk to him. Tell him I'm fine. The instant you say something out of line, something bad will happen in return."
"How-"
"Shh…" Italy pressed his fingers to Germany's lips a little harder, causing the German's jaw to lock slightly. "Like I said, you're a smart person. Use your best judgment in the conversation. I'm sure you'll figure out what you can and can't say, especially knowing the fact that lives depend on it. Understand?" Italy removed his fingers, but the German just gave a very small nod. Smirking, the tan brunette stood and fetched the phone, bringing it to his captive friend. "He's right here, Lovino, stop worrying!"
Sitting next to Ludwig, Italy put the phone to his face and leaned against his arm.
"… Uh… Germany?"
"Ja, vhat is it?"
"You're not a dead!"
"No, I'm just fine… I've been… rather busy, recently."
"Busy with a what? You're a damn potato eater, since when have you left my brother alone ever!"
"Busy vith vork, I don't alvays get an option. I, uh… I offered to bring him vith, but he declined."
"He never declines to go with… you… anywhere… …"
Italy perked his eyebrows, putting his head against the phone to hear what was being said a little better.
"I don't know… he vas sick recently, remember?"
"So…?"
"He might not have been feeling vell."
After a minute, there was a long exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. "Listen up, potato bastard, something's not a right with my fratello!"
"Something's… 'not right'?"
"Yes, 'something's not a right'!"
"He vas sick-"
"But he's not a sick anymore! He should be more than fine and he's not, he's acting strange!"
"I don't think so. Maybe you're not feeling vell."
"I'm feeling fine, what the hell are you talking about? Believe it or not, I a know Feliciano better than you and that's not him!"
Germany closed his eyes. "It is him, I don't know vhat you're talking about…"
"You of all people should listen to me, what the fuck is a wrong with you! Has he a got your head twisted around?"
"Listen, I've… I've got vork to do. Do you vant to speak to Italy again?..."
After a while, Lovino sighed again. "No, I don't." *Click*
Italy blinked, looking at the phone for a second before smirking slightly and glancing at Germany. "Well done. I do hope you understand why I do this." Italy replaced the gag, leaning forward and kissing the side of Germany's head, slightly cursing himself on the inside. "Sleep tight." Standing, Italy left with the phone.
A/N: Alright. One of my loving fans has asked what songs I listen to while writing these chapters. Most commonly in the past, it was Don't Mess with me by Temposhark.
This time, I listened to Roll a D6 by Assorted Intricacies, Canadian Please, Can you Feel the Love tonight, and Christmas Shoes.
Usually, the song I'm listening to shows through the chapter a little, but that wasn't the case with this chapter. Sorry about that! Those were just a few of my favorite songs. Although, I was listening to Whip your Kids by your favorite martian when I was writing the flashback. XD
Anyway, Questions!
1) Do you like coffee? Can you stand to drink it black?
2) How many digits of pi do you know? Be honest, if you google it I'll never know the difference but it's an honor thing.
3) Anyone here seen 10th Kingdom?
Haha! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, sorry it took so long to write! LOTS OF LOVE!