Chapter III~ You can say Arrivederci to Normal
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There was three things I was positive of when I walked through Hungary's door. One, as soon as Feliciano and I walked through the door, I immediately noticed that all the doors are locked shut and that there were no windows... at all. Should I be worried? Hell yes. Now what was I supposed to do for the means of any escape!? I should've known better than to walk mindlessly into a mansion haunted by Hungary. Damn it, this is worse that Hetaoni! Okay, maybe not as bad but close enough!
Two, it was abnormally quiet. More than usual. How was that even possible?! First of all, were at least an hour late or so, maybe two. And the fighting usually lasts more than three hours. The potato bastard should have been blasting out orders. France the Fuckface should've been screaming and making unnecessary struggling sounds as he choked Eyebrows to death. And America should have been claiming to be the hero. Needless to say, there were over 200 countries/micro nations in this mansion and right now, there should've been a pandemonium of fucking idiocy that I can't deal with.
Feliciano chimed an unfamiliar happy tune that was driving me absolutely fucking mad. Oh and lastly, the one thing I was definitely aware of and had not expected was awaited further ahead. There should have been someone escorting us. Doesn't she have any butlers and maids? But nooooooo, she had to keep the door unlocked. What was she up to? And we knew all the other countries had already arrived. It's was more than fucking hard to find space in that parking lot. Id be shocked if I actually found my Ferrari by the time I'm done with this meeting. Let's get this over with.
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Okay, so it's been at least ten minutes since Feliciano and I started walking down an endless hallway that seems utterly empty. I don't remember Hungary's mansion being like this before. She's must've done some renovations. At least we knew where we were going. I mean she hung up some signs that clearly point this way to the Conference room.
"Fratello, I think something's wrong..." Vene turned to say. Well duh, there's something definitely wrong. The deafening silence for one.
"That's fucking obvious, Feli-" And before I knew it, the lights dimmed tortuously slow. "The fuck...!?" Couldn't Hungary have the decency to at least shut it off immediately. Now I knew we were in for it. "Run!" I yelled, even if knew deep down it was pointless. Vene and I started running dangerously fast, remember we are Italian. At one point, my idiot of a brother couldn't run as fast and fell behind. "The British are coming!" I screamed, sounding a lot like an American historical figure, Paul Revere. Damn, how do I even know that?! The result, yeah now I was falling behind. I snarled at him from behind. Feli was a fucking Hermes when it came to running. Hermes also being the god of speed in those Greek myths. Unfortunately, that Feli is also the Feli who trained with that potato bastard. So, now it wasn't much of surprise when I couldn't see where he ran off. I need to sign that kid up for the Olympics track or something.
I slowed down when the lights completely dimmed into black darkness. Now, it was ironic. When I was young, I used to be afraid of the dark. Not so much now, but considering we're at Hungary's... I pissed my pants a little. Ew... don't tell anyone or else I'll have to fucking kill you. Replacing my fear of the dark was the eerie sense that someone was creeping up on me. Which was confirmed in less than three seconds when the motherfucker behind me cupped a hand over my mouth and threw a strong arm around my torso, both my arms stuck to my sides. Too fast for me to process what was going on. Subtle clues led me to vague conclusions. It was definitely a man's doing though as far as I can tell. My eyes widened sharply at the harsh familiar whisper in my ear, that sent my stomach churning and my heart racing rapidly. As soon as I heard that voice , I began hyperventilating and not in a pleasant way.
"Don't speak." The voice was definitely familiar, though I couldn't make out the accent I had expected. Those words came out so raspy and quick, I couldn't identify the speaker. Then, he did the regrettable, the fatal mistake of removing his hand from my mouth to cup my ass and squeeze. I gasped in shock. "Ah, much better, mon ami." French. Any idiot could realize that was a french accent, and that he just spoke french. I stood still,frozen in thee dark. Being in the dark with that fucking frenchman molesting me is my worst nightmare. I started hyperventilating uncontrollably, shaking and trembling, and... "You like it, non?" I screamed as loud as I could, not like girl.
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And I didn't faint like a girl either afterwards.
Fuck.
~.Oo0oO.~
The first time I woke up, I was unaware of my surroundings and subsided to my more childish instincts. I felt the warmth of the cradling body, and I curled up at the source of this undying heat, falling back to sleep unknowingly. I was pretty damn comfortable. Don't expect me, not to take advantage of that, I'll deal with this shit when I wake up dammit! The second time I woke up, I was hit with a fucking sun ray that wouldn't sway from my eyes. It was so damn persistent and stubborn, I moved around a little to find another comfortable spot. It took awhile before I realize there was a protective arm around me, caressing me. Instantaneously thinking back to that Frenchman. My eyes shot out and I awoke to glare at the sight before me.
I wasn't expecting what I saw before me. What I had expected a blonde naked frenchman, and I had readied my fists for contact. Instead of that disgusting sight, I was blessed, wait no, cursed upon seeing a soundlessly sleeping Spaniard. Close enough to count his dark eyelashes. I bit my lip ferociously. This can't be happening. This can't... The steady rise and fall of his chest, his slow breathing indicated he was alive; so very alive and indeed too close to me. You and I... Reverse time back to my younger years when this was normal. When being this close was no accident. Regardless of the warnings screaming in my mind, I felt once again frozen in time. This time was different. I was positive. ...You... After so long, he didn't change, not one bit. I couldn't contain my anguish and tensed up, my chest tightened mercilessly. I don't know how he noticed, but he did. And opened his eyes tortuously slow. My anxiety heightened to the point of recklessness. Once, I'd seen those, those eyes that resembled the ones as an angel, I-I lost my mind. Though I knew he was no angel, not even close. ...used me...
Rashful, I staggered away, pushing him away soundly and fell off the mattress, caught a glimpse of his sleepy, content, dream-like state drastically change into an expression of a distressed, worried, and dark demeanor. Was it even possible for him to look that way? God, could I look more idiotic? I let out a fucking shriek, not even a manly one at that. Even after I fell out, you'd think I'd be a tad more proper and fix myself up immediately and attempt to look more reserved and formal and decent. If the Universe could speak, I'm sure it would say, 'Hell nah! It's time to ruin Lovino's day!' And for some reason, the Universe had America's voice.
"Lovi~!" I heard that same, consistent voice shot out. Fuck... he really didn't change at all. I didn't want to admit it, but this is far worse than I ever fucking imagined! If it was possible, he affected me more than he did in the past. I reacted to every single gesture he gave. He scurried out of bed, fully clothed. THANK GOD. And reached out for me. In response, I kicked my heels back and ran back till my back encountered the wall. I stared at those bright emerald eyes in an alarming apprehension. This agitated me too much. And those words triggered back. I hate him. I-I have to. Why?
"Lovi, Are you alright?" I heard Spain proclaim in the thick spanish accent I missed. But... didn't I tell him not to call me that!? He paused and hesitated to move forward. The way he looked at me, was the look of a broken man. I should know, its how Grandpa looked before he left. Why did he look at me like that?! I felt a tinge of guilt and the need to help c-comfort that lonely idiot. Fuck. He easily returned to his calm, carefree, blissful self and smiled gently not a moment later.
Surprisingly, I was the first to break the silence. It was just so awkward and building up so much anxiety. "W-why the fuck was I in your bed!?" I screeched, as I hurried to take my cellphone out. What time was it? I stood up, and looked at the time. It was around 5:32 p.m. I remembered I arrived at 2 p.m. The conference should have started at 1 p.m. And that alone still doesn't explain where I am, or what happened! Spain seemed almost as confused and nervous as I was. He scratched his head, ruffling his hair.
"I-I don't know. Uh...Lovi, wow you look so..." I swore loudly. If he said anything or finished that fucking sentence with an endearing adjective. It'll just make it harder for me to be mad at him later.
"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING FINISH THAT SENTENCE, YOU-!" I growled as loud as I could. I was shocked that after all these years, he still acted the same and wasn't fazed at all. Alas it could not cease the ending he was about to say.
"...real." What? Spain's face beamed sickeningly cheerful light. A.K.A He smiled. And oh, he didn't even stop there at being an idiot. Doesn't he remember what happened last time?! He shouldn't been avoiding me! I told him not to talk to me ever again. "Ah Roma, why are you acting so defensive? You're aren't usually like this in my dreams. Come back into bed." Dreams? That tomato bastard is dreaming!? Of me!? No wait, that's not even the problem here, HE INVITED ME TO BED. Due my own stupidity and my deep concentration lost in my own thoughts, I hadn't noticed he had reached to hold my hand. I backed away, my hands out of reach, trying to set things straight and head-butted his face hard.
"No! I'm not going back to sleep! Fuck it, now that I'm awake, you should wake up too Spain!" I yelled. He whined and blinked a little, as an answer he shrugged it off and returned his dreamlike state back to me as his nose bled a river. His hand covered his nose.
"Ow...Lovi~ call me my human name like you always do~! You know it! Uh... wake up?" Yes, I indeed fucking know it. That doesn't mean I'll say it! I'm here for a conference, dammit! Wait... did he say 'always'? I wonder what kind of fucked up dream he was having! I wouldn't dare call him, A-Anto-his human name in public! Not even now since your here stalking me! God, why is it when he said 'wake up' it sounded so foreign coming from his mouth. When that man slept, he slept. Was he even fazed by my headbutt of doom?
"Spain! You're not dreaming! See!" I pinched his arm. "Wake up, dammit!"
He whined again, rubbing his arm. "Ow Lovi~ if I'm not dreaming, then why were you in my bed?" That... is a good question. How did I end up there?
"How should I know?! The last thing I remember is that it was dark and France-" I paled as that Fuckface returned to my mind. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. What did he do after I fainted. I don't remember what went on for the next few hours. A shiver went up my spine at the thought of it and all the worst-case scenarios flooded my mind. Remind me to do a full-body inspection later. A few seconds later did I realize I wasn't the only one concerned.
"France?" Spain blinked twice, finally snapping out of his delusional fantasy. He seemed to return to reality and frowned. I must be hallucinating now, I fell into a horrified trance. "What did France do, Romano?" I twitched at the use of my name, not that it was unusual for someone to say. But it was unusual to hear him say it. Now, I knew he was awake. I didn't want to answer, or look at him now that he regained consciousness. The genius -ignore it and it will go away- plan was looking really attractive now. I mean seriously hot. NOT SPAIN. My genius plan. Because even now Spain was scaring the crap out of me. I swiftly moved aside, avoiding eye contact, and jumped in the bed curling up all the bed sheet until I turned into a huge caterpillar. Maybe listening to Spain would do me more good, than bad. I wish he were back to his dream and stop bothering the real me.
"Romano..." Spain started solemnly. Dammit, I'm in the bed already, why isn't he back to his vague creepy dream!?
"He did nothing!" I growled. I don't remember what happened, but I sure as hell not admitting any doubt that something did happen! Next time, I see that fuckface I'll murder him and break his face with that axe Spain keeps in his dungeon... if he has one. I'm not sure, I'll have to check. I know Hungary has a dungeon here for "unknown purposes". Spain sighed, and I freaked out when I felt a sudden dip in the bed. Don't touch me. Don't touch me. Please anything except that! I felt his shadow hover over me. "Don't." I croaked out, could I sound any more pathetic than I already did?
"Roma... I- uh... haven't seen you in a while..." Spain was at a loss of words as I was.
"Where am I? Where is everyone? Why are you here taking a siesta when were supposed to have a conference!?" I asked. Might as well start questioning him to avoid the real conversation he was instigating. Delaying it as much as possible.
"Hm...oh we're at Hungary's, she rescheduled the conference till 6 pm at dinner. Most of the countries already arrived so we decided to stay in our rooms till then and Roma what I was trying to say was..."
"Why am I here?" Spain sighed in slight annoyance and formally answered.
"Romano, I honestly have no idea how you got here. When I woke up you were there. Shouldn't I be asking you that? Now what was it, you said about France earlier?" I collected myself and stood up, tearing myself away from the sheets and further the space between me and Spain.
"Nothing." I answered, refusing to look up. I looked at my phone. "Well it's ten minutes to six. If you need me, I'll be at the conference." Do me a favor and don't. I wanted to imply. Spain's figure seemed to droop down in melancholy.
Walking out the door was probably one of the most nerve-wracking exiting that I have ever done. And I was pretty damn proud too! I, Lovino Romano Vargas, acted more mature in there than I have in my whole life! I didn't even curse at him, since I didn't wanna bother. Wow, I am good. Minus the whole caterpillar and freaking out act. I paused as the image of that look of utter despair registered in my mind. The one Spain wore as I left, slipping out the door. Why was he so sad? H-he shouldn't be sad? Ignore it Lovino. Ignore. There's nothing no one can do to make you change your mind. Right now, I had way more important matters to be dealing with. Like I need a scheme urgently. As in I didn't know what the hell I was going to do afterwards. No wait, I do.
1. Find France and murder him painfully then, find out what happened before I fainted. Hm, fine I'll kill him after I get him to squeal.
2. Go to this allegedly legit Conference and get it over with.
3. Get the hell out of here before I do something regrettable happens!
Good plan? Great, because now I'm hungry. Dinner better have fucking pasta.
Arrivederci~!
(( A/N~ Thank you for reading. *gasps* I still didn't tell you what happened between Spain and Roma! Meh... I'll add it in later. Good guesses tho! Very close! Your reviews are golden~! Definitely encouraging. I'm making a schedule for when I update because I don't want to keep updating randomly when it's convenient. ^.^' Constructional Criticism and suggestions are encouraged too! XD Love you all~! Hope you liked this chapter! I can't wait for Spain to snap! :3 He will... soon. Cuz Hungary's gonna help.))