"He's gone?" Romano scoffed. "What do you mean he's gone? That's ridiculous."
"Well, you heard what England said, didn't you? He's gone back to China. I think he's going to fight Russia."
"Greece," Romano said slowly. "England was really drunk just now. I don't think he knows what he's talking about."
"Of course he does!" Greece insisted loudly. "I've been around England a lot these past few years. He gets drunk but the things he says are always true. He wouldn't have come here to tell us that Japan was going back east if it wasn't true!"
"That's ridiculous!" Romano practically yelled. "Why would he go to China?"
"Because he's finally taking responsibility for the land he owns! When he left, Russia took everything, if someone doesn't do something there's going to be a war!" The young nation could feel the exasperation building inside of him.
"Uh huh, and what's stopped a war from happening up until now? Russia has been in control of that land for years. I can't see what's different between then and now."
Greece sighed loudly. "Everyone is getting tired and to the point of exhaustion. At some point, Europe is going to intervene. Look, if you don't want to help, then fine, but my best friend is out there and he could be in danger. I'm going to go after him and offer as much help as I can. I suggest you do the same," he finished before he disappeared.
"Danger!" Romano let out a laugh. "I'm sure he is! He should've thought about the danger before he left without talking to us! If he's going to go on his own then he obviously doesn't need us, does he?"
"Romano, we can't let him go off on his own. He's very young, he probably doesn't know all of..."
"Ven, if he wanted our help he would've asked for it. Stop trying to make excuses for him." Romano threw himself down onto his bed and turned away from his brother.
"We've got to help him! We've been taking care of him for a long time. We can't just let him go out there and get hurt!"
"Ven," Romano sighed without turning back, "we're brothers, we're partners. We have to stick together."
"You were just trying to break two partners up! Can I even believe anything you say?" The younger nation walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Why would you put yourself in the middle of a war, you idiot?" Romano muttered to himself. "Isn't that what we've been running away from this whole time?" He rolled over onto his back and spread his arms away from his body. "Finally, a night without Ven taking up half the bed. Just like before we left our home together. I was okay before I left with him and I'll be fine now that I'm alone again."
Oddly, Romano couldn't get comfortable in the bed. All of a sudden it seemed like there was too much room. He tossed and turned for over an hour before finally giving up and pacing around the room.
"Damn it!" he screamed, running out of room and after his brother.
"Awe! Romano!" Veneziano exclaimed, reading over his brother's shoulder. "Did you really miss me that much?"
"I just didn't want you to end up selling our country to Russia in some silly surrender," Romano tried to defend himself. "It's my home, too, you know. I couldn't just let you have full control of it..."
Veneziano hugged his brother tightly. "You're such a bad liar!" he laughed, before sitting down and starting to write. "It was a fight that would go down in history," he started. "A thing of legends, of bravery..."
"Please leave out the Pasta Opera thing," Romano growled.
"Awe! But that was my favorite part!"
"Romano! Run!" Veneziano yelled loudly, pulling his brother by the hand as they ran from the Baltics. They somehow managed to lose the Baltics as they ran through a thickly treed area and ran straight into Austria and Hungary.
"Whoa, honey, get a hold of yourself," Hungary said, helping Veneziano off the ground.
"Hungary? Austria?" Veneziano shook his head. "What are you doing here?"
"Italy?" Austria could barely hide the shock on his face at the sight of Veneziano wearing a long red cocktail dress.
"Looking for you!" Hungary said. "Someone told us that they had seen you! We had to come right away!"
Austria regained his composure and a look of disapproval came over his face.
"Oh! Right!" Veneziano said, pulling his brother forward. "You guys remember Romano."
"Ven, we don't have time for this, look!" Romano pointed behind the group where Japan and Russia could be seen.
"Oh! Good! They're talking it out! Maybe there won't be any fighting after all."
"Still naive as ever, I see," Austria commented as Japan suddenly fell off the edge of the cliff, catching himself before he could fall.
"Or not," Veneziano mumbled, paling.
"The Baltics are up there protecting Russia," Romano pointed out. "If Japan gets out of this, he's going to have to fight them all."
"What can we do to help?" Hungary asked.
"Well, I have a plan, but it's going to take a lot of work," Veneziano told her. He quickly explained his plan and took Romano by the hand and ran off with him again.
"You know," Austria said, watching them run off. "I blame his dress wearing on you."
A/N
I'm just going to go ahead and be completely honest when I say I have absolutely no idea what Austria and Hungary are going to be doing for this next chapter. But there aren't many chapters of this story left so I'm going to try my best to get this done.
