(S. Italy)
It was a while since that bastard showed himself. Signing to myself, I could see Germany, looking weak and batteredand stairing at the ground. England showed he was getting worse, slowly as the days go by. From his constant fever dreams and how his men beat the ait out of him. Torture him as well, stupid bastards.
That was making things worse. My brain has been pulling shitty ideas out of my ass. Though two looked like it could work. Only if one of bastard come any time soon. Everything has been silent for a while very long time. That was until a low clank sound came from the ironed doors. Meaning the janitor is here.
Click
click
click
Their shoes were the only thing making noise. I knew my heart was racing with ideas, I could feel it trying to rip itself out of my rib cage. Then I heard a small but audible beat play as he walks a little further away.
I guess he loves the song so much he had to sing it.
"Hit me with your best shot! Why don't you hit me with your best shot~!" Sure enough I even hummed to it but I had to pull my mind out of the gutters and focus. Turning my head to my right I saw him mopping the floor. As I moved my body I felt something sharp edged onto my hand. That's when a lightbulb went off, I hid my smile as I started working on the rope.
Sadly I wasn't paying attention enough as I slid my hand a little too far and got it to stab through my hand. I hold in the deepest and painfull breath I could muster. Feeling it still in my hand, making it almost immovable.
And painful.
Softly I lifted my hand out of the knife (?) and did one more time to cut the rope. Luckily it (finally) broke. Moving my hands apart ,while the rope slid off og my hands, I pulled my injured hand towards me and kiss it, subconsciencely.
Quietly I ripped off a part of my shirt (with a swift movement) and used it to wrap up my hand. I twisted my body around the chair to see the thing that both hurt me and save me (for now). Seeing it clearly, it was indeed a knife that was positioned to stab me in the gut. Looking at the holding, I saw it was mainly rope. So I started pulling it off quickly and safely.
With my luck, I was able to get it off the platform and use it to cut my bonds. Letting the ropes drop to the floor, I flited myself off the chair and walked towards the janitor. Who rarely even noticed me.
Thats when he sung as I was behind him.
"HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT! AND FIRE AWAY!"
With this I mutter a 'sure' even though I know he couldn't hear me. Swiftly I dogged the knife into his guy as my other hand covered his mouth. He tried to struggle but he failed and died.
Turning around I could see a plan forming and it's getting bettter. Walking back without being very quiet about it, I start uncutting the ropes.
"Same bed, but it feels just a little but bigger now"
"Our song on the radio, but it don't feel the same"
"When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down"
Softly the piano played throughout the countries as their disappearance shocked their bosses. Praying for their daft way home, the only thing they do now was watch the mood change through out the world and their allies and enemies.
A/n: Omg this was the thrid time I had to rewrite this story. Sorry if it took too long to do. But I hope you all have a great time reading this. And further more!