This chapter is short like the last one but I had a writer's block…. MER sorry yea next chapter will be way longer and better (this chapter may be a little cheesy LOL)
I ran upstairs, I wanted to double check. I could see nail marks on the wall; it looked like Italy didn't go down without a fight for once. Dear god. I feel as if this is my fault. I should have gone with. Or I should have kept in contact with him. I don't know what to do. I don't know who took him. They didn't leave that long ago. I just got off the phone with Italy about 20 minutes ago. But they could be anywhere by now. I run out to my car and I hurry up and get in. This is a really long road and there are no other turns so I should be okay. I go the opposite direction in which I came. I'm going at full speed down the long dirt road. My heart's racing and I feel anxious. This is my fault. I can't believe I was stupid enough not to keep in contact with him. I hear my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pick it up and I hear Romano.
"Hey, have you talked to Italy lately? I haven't heard from him in a few weeks." Romano seems pretty relaxed, which is about to change.
"Yea um… I guess you could say I've heard from him," I'm still going at full speed.
"You guess? What do you mean you guess?" Romano's voice is beginning to sound angry.
"Here's the thing… he's been with japan for a few weeks and… well… Italy and Japan were at Italy's place and they…well… got kidnapped." I say feeling ashamed.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU LET THEM GET KIDNAPPED YOU STUPID POTATO BASTARD!" Romano was at full scream at this point. "I OUTTA SLAP YOU!"
"I'm trying to get them back. Alright I'm trying my best," I'm trying not to tear up; never have I teared up over someone else. "I know this is my fault so you don't need to say it."
"YOU STUPID FUCKING POTATO BASTARD!" Romano is continually yelling into the phone. I hang up. I've got more important things to do. I can see a black van out in the distance. I bet that's it. That better be it. If its not then I don't know what I will do. I push on the gas as hard as possible. I get close up to the van. This has to be it. I grab my bag full of files and paper which is extremely heavy and put it on the gas. I climb out the window and stand on the front of my car. I jump on the back of the black van and try opening the doors. The doors fly open and I see Italy and Japan tied up.
"Doitsu!" Italy says. The man in the passenger seat gets up and pulls out a gun, and fires straight at me. I feel an enormous pain in my shoulder. I last through the pain, the great pain of the bullet stuck into my left shoulder. I attempt to get into the van but the man that shot me kicks my chest and I fly off the van. My body is flinging around weak and I hit the ground, and I feel my head hit something. I look up to see the van stop, Which is the last thing I see before everything goes black.