Hola peeps! Prussia here (yes, starting from now on i shall refer to myself as the awesome prussia!) Here is the second installment of Escape to Canada mwahahahahahaha
Disclaimer: The drill peepel! You know the drill!!!!! (oh yea the song is from the boys like girls' new album "love drunk" called contagious! I COMMAND YOU TO LISTEN TO ITS AWESOMENESS )
The second chapter was actually about when england and romano arrived in canada and how they were coping but then this song suddenly began playing on my awesome iPod and then WHAM! It like soooo screamed "SPAIN! AMERICA! CHASE SONG!"
Oh and please go easy on the criticism. I'm only 14 and english is my second language so dont expect me to be a William Shakespeare! I'm honestly doing the best i could! And if you think that my grammar sucks then please, feel free to beta read!
So enough of my blabbing! Unto the story!
Chapter 2: The Chase Begins!
I'm flying down the fast lane,
Doing ninety-five, ninety things on my brain.
Don't know where the hell I'm going,
But, I'm going after you.
America kicked down hard on the gas pedal, whizzing past cars who proceeded to curse and flip him the bird. But he did not notice these things since a certain Brit was the only thought on his mind.
He had no idea where to start his search but all he knew was wherever it was, be it at the ends of the world, he'd be chasing Arthur until he found him and bring him home, back in the American's embrace where he rightfully belonged.
I'm jumping on the last train,
With the crazy kind of feeling that I can't explain.
Don't know where the hell I'm going,
But, I'm going after you.
Spain carefully watched the train heading his way, it was a rather rusty thing but since he couldn't arrange a plane in such short notice with no money in hand, A knapsack---filled with only a change of clothes, a toothbrush, his credit card, etc.--and an ancient pick-up truck, this was the only way to go.
Once the train was close enough, he closed his eyes and leapt inside .The heavy metal floor bruising beneath him, he opened his eyes to meet the darkened cavern and grinned happily, an ecstatic feeling filling his very being. Even though he didn't know where the hell the train was going, it was the first step in finding his beloved Romano and that was all that mattered.
And I know you think I'm crazy,
And I dress up like I'm four,
I don't do dinner and movies,
But, if I showed up at your door.
Alfred thought about the times when England would insult and tease him, how he would say how ungrateful or childish the taller nation was and how he was butchering the English language.
He could even remember the time he was forced to wear those stuffy English clothes when he was still a colony. But now, he wore what the Briton called "Sloppy" clothing.
And how could he forget about arthur's horrid cooking (yet, seeing the smile that would light up the fairy-believing nation's face made the stomachache worth it) and the times when Arthur would wait for him to fall asleep before leaving after they watched a particularly "terrifying" movie.
America smiled scornfully. He didn't care if England taunted him, called him names and basically belittled him because the times spent with that Brit was what made his life worth living. He didn't care about all the fights and arguments he had with Arthur, he just wanted to have the Brit back so they could return to the days when he would suddenly show up at his door and someone would actually be there to force him out.
Would you give me one more minute,
The story's far from finished,
We could fill in all the pages.
I'm feeling sick,
Boy, you're so contagious.
Spain wanted to rewind time, back to when his Romano was still beside him. Even if it was just a single minute with the southern counterpart of Italy, he would give everything he owned, mind body and soul to have it. He regretted, you see, how he took the time spent with Lovino for granted.
Their story was just starting so how could Romano abandon him? So many pages waiting to, but couldn't be filled without the other. Was this how it was going to be? Was this how their story would end? Romano running and Spain chasing after him?
Antonio suppressed the sick feeling in his gut. He didn't want it to end yet, didn't want to accept the fact that his Lovino was gone. He could still clearly remember how he felt when he found out that Romano left. Denial hit him and he stayed in the house for 2 whole days, with no food or sleep, just waiting. And when he finally admitted that Romano wasn't coming back, the grief that washed over him was so intense that he had to stop himself from crying and literally tearing the place apart.
He swore that he would find him and he would! Even if it killed him! Because he was already lovesick and the only cure would be his Lovino safe and sound, wrapped tightly in his arms.
Just wanna say I miss you,
I caught it when I kissed you,
And I've been through all the stages.
I'm feeling sick,
boy, you're so contagious.
I'm feeling sick,
boy, you're so contagious.
America didnt know that he would miss that Briton this much. It was as if half of his being was gone To put it simply, he felt empty and just thinking of a world without Arthur made his heart clench painfully.
He was lovesick, goddammit! The fucking US of A was Lovesick! It was hard to imagine, a large and powerful nation reduced to this mushy feeling, nonsense spouting, romantic was just so…out of character. For lack of better word.
It was raining on a Wednesday,
Doing ninety-five, ninety things left to say.
Told myself to keep on driving,
'Cause I left my heart with you.
Spain idly took note of the rain, it reminded him of Romano. Sure, it was dark and gray when it rained but it enhanced the natural beauty of everything around it, the scents, colors, everything! And that was what Romano was to Spain, someone who, even though seemed menacing at first, opened his eyes to everything, made him grateful for the beauty usually unnoticed.
The train was speeding up now but all Spain could think about was how many things he wanted to say to Romano, how he wanted to apologize for all those stupid things he did and how he wanted so much to tell the boy that he loved him. So he motivated himself to keep on moving cause the Italian had something that belonged to him, and he'd be damned if he didn't get the italian's heart in exchange.
I never thought that I could walk away,
Every second I'm regrettin' that I didn't stay.
How could I just keep on driving,
When I left my heart with you.
America wondered what would've happened if he had spent more time with Arthur. It was all his fault, he admitted to himself, if Arthur had left him. Because who would want to be with someone who prioritized other people more than the person who was patiently waiting yet constantly ignored?
So here he was now, a pathetic and lost look in his handsome face. It was too late for him to regret anything since what's done was done. Even if the person who holds his heart was gone, he wouldn't stop until he found him again and this time, he'd make sure that his beloved Brit would be poured with so much love and affection that he'd wish he'd never been born.
You think all my friends are crazy,
And I know you hate my car.
But, while I don't drive a Mercedes,
Would it be that hard?
Romano was high maintenance, in nicer terms. He hated spain's most cherished friends. Called Prussia a "Potato-Bastard", France a "Perverted freak that really cant get any" or a "Pedophilic freak who cant do anyone unless forced and or drunk to the point of fainting." Antonio would always know that he never meant those horrible things but sometimes he really wished he listened to Romano when said Italian ordered him to buy a sports car or a private jet since he had enough money to spare, cause if he did, he wouldn't have to be sitting in a cold floor, his tall, lanky frame colliding with various objects in the cramped space.
How can I get a second chance?
I don't want you slippin' out my hands,
Maybe the words will come out right,
They sound alright.
Just hear me out before I go,
Things that I wanted you to know.
Just let me in tonight,
And I will let you go.
What they, America and Spain, wanted more than anything was a second chance. A chance to show their missing special someones how much they loved them. They didn't want to lose the most important person in their lives because of some silly mistake. And once they find them, they'd take a deep breath, confess what they truly feel, from the bottom of their hearts and if the answer was yes then they'd love them all the more but if the answer was no…they couldn't really do anything about it other than vow to make the other fall in love with them. It would be an easy task for a Great conquistador and a Superhero in every meaning of the word.
I had a LOT of fun writing this! The song just made me want to dance! I know it isnt that good but i wanted the readers to understand what was going on in america and spain's minds! And YES i know some parts are redundant but i couldnt think of anything else to write!
So i hope you like it! Reviews make me a happy little country so dont forget to revieeewwwww! (OR ELSE, NO CHAPTER 3!)
PS: I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOING TO BE A SHORT CHAPTER! xD