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BTW i noticed i messed up something in the previous chapter, DERP *bangs head into wall several times* why do i confuse soccer with football all the time?! i edited it, but still. sheesh.
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(PS yeah i know chess is clichè and overrated, but i HAD to insert it...!)
The Sentient Nightmare tapped nervously his cheek with one finger.
Hmm…
A chess board rested in front of the black Nightmare, devoid of all pieces. Actually, three chess boards. Empty.
Pondering, he took out nine white random pieces, and positioned them in the middle of the biggest board, the one in front of him. The Nightmare took out a white queen, and arranged it in the middle of them. He chuckled to himself, resting one clawed finger on top of the queen, and idly oscillating it back and forth.
Humans thought they were smart, didn't they? Well, of course they were, compared to those mindless Nightmares, but he, thankfully, wasn't one of them.
He knew there was a mountain in that desert, and he knew that there was a high chance for humans to shelter in it. Well, it was only logic. Near enough to the closest city to be able to retrieve necessary supplies, but enough far away from the idiotic and hungry Nightmares.
He took two black horses, and positioned them between the cluster of white pieces, but toppled to the side. Yes, he knew what had happened to Francis and Lukas as well. He smiled. Feliciano was doing his best now, wasn't he? Good boy.
He shook his head. He needed to focus on things at hand, now.
Next, he picked up three white simple chess pawns. He positioned them together, on the board on his left. Then he picked up three black bishops, and positioned them near the white pawns.
Just like that. Perfect. Oh no, something was missing. Oh, right. Those two. He picked up two other white pieces, and positioned them on the farthest corner of the board, flanked by two other black pieces. They weren't really that important or essential to his plan, but he needed to have a completely overseeing look over everything. There, now it was perfect.
Finally, he picked up three other black pieces: two rooks and a king. He positioned them on the board to his right, surrounding them with a numerous simple black pawns.
There.
He sat back in his chair, smiling to himself and feeling satisfied. Soon…
A Nightmare barged in. The Sentient shot him a very, very nasty look, disappointed.
"I thought I had made it clear not to disturb me." His voice was dripping with venom.
Obviously, the other Nightmare was terribly frightened of his master, because he was trembling on the spot. And more obviously, he could not talk.
The Sentient Nightmare sighed, rolling his eyes and covering his face with a hand. That was one of the reasons why he preferred to send out the REDs…it was a lot less difficult to communicate. He idly moved a hand, to signal to the Nightmare he could move.
Said Nightmare, a yellow one, came closer. He was circumspect and constantly eyeing his master, almost expecting for him to lash out like a wild animal. He moved to the chess board on the master's left side, and pointed to the three white pawns.
"Hmm. What about them?"
The yellow Nightmare picked up one of the black bishops, and toppled one of the white pawns with it.
The Sentient's eyes widened, and then he stood up with such force he threw back the chair. "WHAT?!" he roared, but then he dropped to a whisper. "I thought I said not to eat them. You understand that punishment will be…severe."
The yellow Nightmare visibly panicked, shaking his head and moving four hands up as if surrendering. No…they didn't eat one.
"So what happened…?"
The Nightmare almost didn't believe he was spared. He then hastily looked around, searching something. He picked whatever he was looking for with one of his hands. He then re-enacted the motion on the chess board, toppling the white pawn again. And then he replaced the white pawn with a black one.
The Sentient's eyes narrowed. "дерьмо. Leave. And be thankful you still have all of your limbs."
He didn't need to say it twice, the yellow Nightmare left the room as fast as he could.
The Sentient sighed, and pulled up the chair again, before sitting on it. Why, of all things that could have happened…
His gaze fell on the white queen on the middle chess board.
Of course. His… 'mistake'. Feliciano. He could solve this mishap.
But…how to get him out?
He spent the next several minutes in deep thought, occasionally moving chess pieces and then repositioning back on their original places shaking his head.
Finally, he picked up one of the black rooks near the black king.
He moved it over to the central board, near the white cluster, but not too much. He placed it down, and then slowly moved the white queen out of the cluster, towards the black piece.
"Hmm…I doubt he would go alone…" he muttered, and picked up a knight from the group. After placing those pieces in one of the corners of the board, he glared at the three pawns on the left board, especially at the toppled black one. A glare that would incinerate anyone. A puppy probably died somewhere because of that glare. Even so, he moved those three pawns towards the white queen.
"Little Feli gets to do even some more…'good', hmm?" he chuckled as he replaced the black pawn with a white pawn again. Then he glanced at his black rook. Humans were so silly and gullible. Did they really think he wasn't able to annihilate them whenever he wanted? Did they think it was like some kind of fantasy game or movie, where the villain sent his weak pawns when the heroes were at the beginning of the story, and then slowly increased the level of danger?
Such naivety.
He cocked his head to one side. Who would be the rook…? Antonio or Gilbert? Antonio still was cranky and unwilling to follow orders completely, and this operation needed perfection… He chuckled yet again, as he toppled his own black rook at the feet of the white queen.
"…Gilbert is going to have the time of his life."
He called out for his man, which entered with that cocky grin plastered on his face, ruby eyes flashing in the dark.
…Somewhere else entirely…
"Emil! Watch where you're driving, aru!"
"Well, excuse me for trying to get us out of here alive!"
"Matthew's already in a bad shape, please don't worsen it!"
"…Skít"
"Matthew, do you hear me? Keep your eyes open, okay?"
"…Yao…?"
"Ah, thank God! Emil, I need something to stop the bleeding!"
"Use the blankets I got earlier! Hold on tight, this is going to get bumpy."
"Matthew, stay with us, aru. You're going to be okay."
"…I'm not going…going to be okay, Yao…"
"Don't say such nonsense."
"…You should have left me behind…You should leave me behind right now…! I – ouch!"
"Ahyah! Emil!"
"I'm sorry!"
"We will not do such thing, Matthew. We're not leaving you behind."
"…Listen to me, Yao…! I'm infected… The least you could do is leave me behind…or finish me right now…"
"Stop saying bullshit, Mattie! We'll find a solution, we still have time, and so do you."
"Emil's right, aru."
"…Why…"
"Because we're your friends, silly."
"That's right. I already lost a brother, I'm not letting anyone else go! You got that, you maple syrup-obsessed idiot?"
"Now stay still or you'll bleed even more. The moment we stop, I'll try patching you up, aru."
"…You shouldn't-"
"Also, shut up."
"…nk…"
"Matthew?"
"…Thank you…"
…At the Rock, outside…
The desert at night was pretty, he admitted it, even if the sky was a bit cloudy. Looked like it could start raining at any moment now… Actually, something electric was in the air, you could smell there was a storm coming. Nonetheless, he was sitting outside.
Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose, while sitting on a rock. He closed his eyes firmly, and thought of his brother. Was he even alive? Francis did not find a body, so there was the possibility, even the slightest, that he was. But even then, where would he be? Would he have survived, all alone? His brother had always looked so fragile and frail, compared to him…!
He sighed, and laid back on the rock's flat surface, staring at the cloudy dark sky. Matthew…
He jumped up when he heard a cough nearby, reaching for his bat.
"R-relax, Alfred-kun! It's me, Kiku." The Japanese hastily said, raising his hands.
Alfred let out a sigh of relief, relaxing his tense arms. "Dude, you almost gave me a heart attack! Are you a ninja or something?"
Kiku shook his head, looking however a bit amused. "No, not a ninja. Just careful."
Alfred laughed, shaking his head."Dude, you're awesome. Hey, but why are you out here?"
The Japanese sat a short distance away from Alfred, composed like a statue. "I… guess I kind of heard you sneaking outside."
The American huffed, folding his arms as he sat down again. "Aww, really? I thought I was so stealthy…!"
"May I ask you the same question, Alfred-kun?"
The blond blinked. Oh, why he was outside. "Eh, I didn't feel like sleeping. I was thinking about my brother."
Now it was Kiku's turn to blink. "You have a brother?"
"Yes, a twin bro to be exact. Huh…" he paused. "More than a month ago, he and I… fought Francis. You know, when…" he made a vague gesture with his hand. "Anyway, he fell into a river at the bottom of a canyon, apparently. I never saw him again, and I don't know if he is alive… though I highly doubt that. I mean, he was wounded and shit, and then he fell from who knows how many feet…" his voice slowly lowered to a whisper.
Kiku nodded slowly. "I…" He coughed. "I also have a missing…brother. Hai, I guess I could call him that. We weren't blood related, but he was like a brother to me. Unfortunately, we got separated during one of the Sentient Nightmares' attack to the city we were in, and I didn't see him again…"
Alfred smiled bitterly, looking up at the dark clouds. "Heh. Then we're in the same boat, dude."
"I guess so."
Minutes passed by in silence, until Kiku noticed something, somewhere below them. "Uhm, is that…Ludwig-san?"
That night, Feliciano woke up with a start.
He had had that nightmare once more… the one with him falling. He rubbed his eyes groaning. He would not be able to sleep again that night.
Then, his stomach churned, in a way he had come to know far too well.
Oh no…
No. He… he had to be wrong, this time… Not again! Not this soon! Feliciano recognised the feeling perfectly now. It wasn't a Nightmare, it was a RED.
No no no no no no no no no no. It must have been a mistake.
He slowly sat up, careful not to wake Romano or Gatto. In a trance-like state, he started walking towards the dining cave. Thankfully, with the new mattresses, no one had to sleep on couches now.
Feliciano whimpered as his guts stirred again, and he stumbled. To keep standing, he gripped the side of the table so tightly his knuckles went white.
Calm down, Feliciano Vargas. It was only a bad dream, nothing to worry about. No Nightmare, especially no RED…
His insides, almost retorting to his thoughts, churned again.
NO. It was NOT a RED…! He didn't want it to be a RED…! Not so soon! Almost everyone had just barely recovered… He didn't want to be the one to shatter that newfound peace…!
"Feliciano, do you feel alright?"
The Italian's head snapped up, and he saw Ludwig standing some meters away from him.
"S-sì, just a bad dream…"
The German raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You look like you're about to faint at any moment."
Feliciano shook his head, his thoughts were hazy and cloudy. He needed some air.
"I…I think I need some air."
Ludwig nodded, and was at the Italian's side in an instant. "I'll go with you, you really don't look so good." Feliciano noticed the German had two guns strapped at his hips, probably slept with them. Aha. So he didn't want to repeat the accident that had happened something like a month earlier, being outside with no weapon…
The two of them slowly walked through the entrance cave, until they finally got outside in the cloudy night. The fresh air was like a life elixir to Feliciano, and he immediately felt slightly better. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes. The air smelled like rain, and as to confirm that, the night sky was covered by clouds. See? Nothing to worry about, only a bad-
Feliciano felt himself falling again, and gasped. His body didn't fall, however. His legs continued walking, but it wasn't him anymore giving the orders to do so. He felt light-headed, and his thoughts were hazy. Also, the only thing he saw was mist. Oh. Strange.
He felt his legs carrying him somewhere, but he didn't know where, how or why. He couldn't think straight anymore…
"Kesesesese! That's right, little Feliciano… Come to the awesome uncle Gilbert…"
Ludwig felt relieved when they got outside, and apparently, so did Feliciano. The Italian took a deep breath, but then gasped.
"Is everything alright?" he asked it without looking, but when he received no response, he turned his head to glance at the Italian.
Feliciano's eyes were glassy, staring into the far distance, his arms dangling lifelessly to his sides. Ludwig snapped his fingers in front of him, but gained no reaction. "Feliciano?"
The Italian, still staring into nothingness, started walking down the path that lead to the desert at the Rock's feet. Thoughts were spinning in Ludwig's head. What was happening? Why did he act so strange?
He stepped in front of Feliciano, putting both hands on his shoulders. "Feliciano! Snap out of it…!"
Feliciano stopped for one, maybe two seconds, looking right through him. Then he shoved him aside, with a force Ludwig didn't think was possible for the Italian to possess.
He stared, eyes wide, as the brunette continued walking, in a trance-like state. What in the heavens was happening?! In the distance he vaguely heard a thunderclap, but he didn't register it in his mind. He was too confused, trying to figure out how to stop Feliciano. He tried to pull him back by grabbing his shoulders, or standing in front of him again, but the Italian simply shrugged him off or shoved him aside, without saying anything or sparing him so much of a glance.
Something felt very, terribly wrong.
Somehow, Kiku and Alfred appeared by his side. "Dude! What are you doing here? And where's Feli going?"
Ludwig blinked, staring at the Italian's head going lower and lower, walking down the path. "I…I don't know. He started acting strange…"
"What do you mean, with 'strange'?" Kiku asked, tilting his head to one side. Ludwig quickly explained what had happened.
"K-kiku…! W-what if he was possessed b-b-b-b-by a gh-gh-ghost or something?!" Alfred started trembling, and despite how comical his face looked(about ready to piss himself), Ludwig couldn't bring himself to smile or even smirk.
Kiku sighed. "Calm down, Alfred-kun. No one is possessed. But Feliciano-kun's behaviour puzzles me…"
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Of COURSE he isn't possessed! I was just kidding, and you t-totally fell for it! A-anyway, what should we do?" Alfred tried to regain his dignity again, horribly failing.
"Ludwig-san? What do you think?"
Ludwig shook his head. "I…I don't know. But I have this feeling… Something is very wrong. We should stop Feliciano."
"Dude, you gotta hurry up then. He's already walking in the desert!" Alfred pointed down, and indeed, Feliciano already had treaded foot onto the muddy-orange desert ground. Ludwig saw a storm already raging, far away, and a bolt of lightning lit up the horizon for a split second.
He then saw a lone figure, in the dark, far away. The lightning lit up the background, and morphed the figure into a black silhouette. And, for an instant, he saw a body covered in white in some places.
Oh shit.
"Gottverdammt!" he shouted loudly, instantly straightening up and running back into the cave.
"Whu? Ludwig dude, what's the matter?!" Alfred said, worried, following the German.
"I'm getting the jeep! Feliciano's being lured by a RED!"
Kiku also was following them. "…Are you sure?"
Ludwig snarled. "Are you questioning me, Kiku?! Explain me why Feliciano's acting so strange then! Obviously that RED is doing…something! We have to stop Feli before the RED catches him!"
Kiku nodded gravely, fiddling hilt of his katana with one hand. "Shouldn't we wake the others…?" he suggested.
The upset German hauled himself inside the car. "There's no time!"
Alfred entered too, with the Japanese. "Yeah, he's right, dude. And besides, there wouldn't be that much space in here…!"
The engine roared, and the jeep exited the cave with screeching tires.
Gilbert watched pleased as the human walked towards him. He didn't know why, but his master had been clear. Not getting too close to the mountain, stand there and wait for the human to come out. He was almost disappointed of how easy it went, and how frail and weak the 'mistake' looked like. And his gaze kind of looked…absent. The wind of the not so far away storm was blowing fiercely, raising clouds of dirt in the dry desert. When Feliciano was not so far away from him, he leapt to his side, and lifted him up his shoulder unceremoniously. The boy did not complain, and just kept staring into space, not saying a word.
"Kesesesese! This is too easy." He sniggered.
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HIM, YOU FUCKER!" someone shouted over the sound of the raging wind. Gilbert turned around, and saw a car nearing fast.
He smirked, glancing at the loud blond that was leaning the upper half of his body outside the car, swinging a metal bat. Perfect. They had taken the bait.
"You wish! So long, suckers!"
A lightning bolt struck not so far away, and blinded the humans in the car for an instant. After blinking their eyes furiously, they saw the RED had disappeared into thin air, along with Feliciano.
"NEIN!" Ludwig snarled, stepping hard on the accelerator, making everyone shoot back into their seats (even Alfred who had been hanging outside the window).
He was furious, to say the least. That had been Gilbert. His bruder. Somehow, he felt relieved a little, because he now knew Feliciano could cure him… However, the albino had just snatched him away from them, right under their noses! And that made him angry and worried. Why were they after Feliciano…? Did they come to know of his ability, then?
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the RED, running and jumping in the distance.
"Go get him, Ludwig!" Alfred yelled in his ear. The German winced, hoping his eardrum hadn't shattered at the American's voice. Again he stepped on the accelerator, and they resumed chasing him.
"Where is he going?" Kiku wondered, thoughtful. "He's heading south-east, to the nearest city I guess, which is 30 kilometres away…"
"What? How much is that? Silly Europeans and their metric system…!" Alfred chuckled.
Kiku furrowed his brows, calculating. "…Approximately nineteen miles, I think…"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Alfred, would you shut up for one minute?!" Ludwig growled, and the American fell silent. "Das ist besser. Kiku, do we have anything in this car?"
Kiku looked back into the trunk. "No… Wait, we have dynamite sticks." He said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have a dynamite stick in the trunk of a car.
"What?!" Alfred blurted out, blue eyes widening in surprise. "Why and how do you even have that thing?!"
Kiku smiled. "I was, er…how do you say that? Pulling your leg. There is only a small gasoline tank." He held it up for all to see, a dark green metallic tank, its contents sloshing a little.
"This. Is. Gonna. Be. AWESOME!" Alfred cheered. "We're gonna kick that bastard's ass before he can say 'gasoline tank'!"
"Alfred, you have to remember he has a hostage…"
"Who cares?! I mean, I care for Feliciano, but with that it won't be difficult at all to save him! We'll use my lighter and then…"
No one noticed Ludwig wince at the word 'awesome', as they sped through the desert, chasing the distant RED to God knows where.
When they caught sight of the city, twenty minutes later, the RED made an even greater leap, and jumped behind the line of crumbled buildings.
Big, fat raindrops had started falling, and soon it had become pouring rain. The wind blew fiercely, and the dark was every now and then lighted by a bolt of lightning.
"We'll never find them like this…" Alfred said, dejected.
"No. We will find them." Ludwig gritted his teeth angrily.
"Ludwig, I know it's hard, but…how can you expect to find somebody in this downpour?"
As soon as Alfred had said that, the rain stopped almost completely.
"Oh."
"Well, I guess that answers your question." Ludwig smirked, despite himself, making the car turn around a corner. "Let's continue looking for them, okay?"
Both men in the backseats nodded quickly, truth to be said, a little frightened of the piercing blue eyes of the German.
Feliciano snapped out of the...mist, with a start, when he heard a thunder crash. He got the creeps, and was immediately frightened by it.
He remembered now, those nights Romano had talked about, when he would be scared of thunderstorms. Heck, he was terrified right now.
He frantically looked around, and had a strange déjà-vu, finding he was all alone in a destroyed city. Except that he was soaking wet, and it was raining. How did he even end up there?! The last thing he remembered was leaving the Rock with Ludwig…
Ludwig. Where was he?! How did he get here?! He needed to go back...!
He stood up, his knees shaking. Abruptly, the rain lessened, until only a few drops were falling every now and then. Well, that was weird. Still, another lightning bolt hit a rooftop somewhere of a collapsed building.
Feliciano yelped, and ran away from it, frightened and completely forgetting that he needed to go back. He hated thunderstorms! Now he was pretty sure of it!
He ran through the city, but felt something was strange. His gut was telling him there was still a RED somewhere, and Nightmares as well. He tried running in a direction, thinking it would bring him far away from them, but somehow, whenever he had to take a turn, a lightning bolt made him sprint somewhere else entirely.
As if…someone or something was guiding him somewhere. He yelped yet again as the umpteenth lightning bolt struck another collapsed building, making him run to the right. After some good twenty minutes of this, he reached some kind of a clearing in the debris.
And, in the middle of it, was a…tank.
A tank. Those things with caterpillars at their wheels, and a cannon and all that stuff. And it was a pretty big one, as well.
The tank was positioned near one big piece of crumbled concrete, creating a small safe spot between the two humongous things. And in that small place…there were three people. Other survivors! Feliciano thought happily. Maybe they could help him return to the Rock! Two people were laying, and the third one was standing, holding a big rifle in his hands.
And of course, he immediately spotted him. And shot.
"VEEEEE!" Feliciano screamed, showing off his opera singing skills and ducking for cover behind a rock. "Don't shoot!"
"Show yourself!" The armed man demanded, but not too loudly. Of course, it was night. They didn't want to draw the Nightmare's attention. "Hands above your head!"
Feliciano shakily stood up, hands raised above his head like ordered. He slowly stepped away from the stone that had served as a cover. "D-don't shoot, please!" He repeated.
"No way, he's human…!" The boy muttered, slowly lowering the rifle. He beckoned him. "Quick, before any of those creeps spots you!"
Feliciano smiled, and quickly ran towards the boy. He had short very pale blond hair, so pale it almost had a silvery shimmer. And his eyes were also strange, and reminded the Italian of Tino's eyes. However, the boy's face reminded him also of someone else, but he couldn't quite place who.
The boy helped him into their cramped safe place. "And who the hell are you?"
"Feliciano Vargas!" The Italian chirped, smiling. "And you?"
The boy frowned, obviously stunned by Feliciano's bubbly behaviour. "Emil Steillsson. What are you doing out here all alone?"
Ve, it's like Ludwig and Kiku all over again…! Feliciano thought. "I…I got lost." He answered. And that wasn't really a lie.
Emil's eyes narrowed, but then shrugged. "Whatever. You're lucky you're still alive. And did you take all the rain? You are soaked wet."
Feliciano was about to answer, but was interrupted by an agonized moan. They both turned their heads towards the two laying figures, and only now Feliciano noticed what they were doing. Actually, only one figure was lying, the other one was kneeling beside him.
A small man with Asian features was trying to bandage another man's torso, who had dirty blond hair and glasses and… looked exactly like Alfred.
The Italian frowned, stunned. "…Alfred?" he asked, but the blond didn't react. Instead, he wheezed, and clasped a hand over his torso, clawing at the reddening bandages. His face was contorted into a scowl, and he looked in burning pain.
The Asian man straightened his back, wiping his forehead. "Ahyah, Emil, this doesn't look good. His condition is already worsening…!" he suddenly noticed the new presence. "Hey! Who might this be, aru?" he asked, pointing at the Italian.
Feliciano cocked his head to one side, confused. "'Aru'…?"
Emil shook his head. "Ignore that verbal tick of his. Yao, this is Feliciano. Apparently, he got…lost."
"That must have been awful, aru! I'm sorry if I'm impolite, but I have to take care of Matthew right now." Yao said, bending over the wheezing blond again.
Emil just rolled his eyes. Of course he would be more concerned about politeness. "Friggin' Chinese lunatic…"
Feliciano looked worriedly over to…Matthew(who still bore a striking resemblance to Alfred). "What happened to him?"
The boy with almost silver hair looked hesitant to answer. "Well…"
He was interrupted by Matthew struggling against Yao. "…No…! S-stay away…!" The Italian was surprised at how soft his voice sounded, nothing compared to the loud American's. Matthew managed to push Yao away, and he rolled to one side, trying to stand up.
Feliciano noticed that the upper half of his torso was covered in half-wrapped bloody bandages. The wound didn't really look that deep, but bled a lot. And his left shoulder looked badly swollen, almost bulking, deformed. Matthew tried to crawl away, but was pinned down by Yao again.
"Matthew! Don't move or you'll get even worse…!"
"…I don't…want to hurt…" the blond was panting.
"You're not going to hurt anybody…! Now lay still, aru!"
Yao eventually managed to prevent Matthew from wiggling and struggling, and resumed bandaging the blond.
Emil saw Feliciano staring. "He was scratched by a Nightmare. He's infected…"
The Italian's eyes widened, as all of the sudden he noticed Matthew's eyes were glowing bright, toxic green. Arthur's words echoed through his head.
"Nightmare Infection shows itself by turning the infected subject's eyes green, and then by manifesting scales on the subject's skin… Or by mutating the subject's regular limbs and bones structure…"
Emil shook his head, letting it hang. "I know, it's hopeless. He'll soon become a Nightmare himself, but we…HEY!" he exclaimed, when he saw Feliciano wasn't listening to him anymore and was nearing Yao.
"Ugh, lend an old man a hand, will you?" Yao said, struggling to keep the blond still. Feliciano almost wanted to say that he didn't look that old, but then concentrated on Matthew. He looked at his right hand, while kneeling.
"… I do not dare call it 'degeneration', because I do not know if it is, or if it is an evolution, but…Well, what I'm trying to say is that I think that with each individual you cure, let it be Nightmare or RED… 'this' happens…"
He…needed to do it. This boy was suffering…
"What are you doing…?" the Chinese asked, looking up.
Feliciano didn't answer, and put his hand gently on Matthew's chest. The hand glowed brightly, and Matthew's green eyes widened, before he started screaming.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" Emil shouted, grabbing Feliciano's shoulders and tossing him aside. Well, tried to. The glowing hand was glued to Matthew's chest, and the blond's back arched up when the hand glowed even a brighter light.
Feliciano's forehead was suddenly beaded with sweat, and he gritted his teeth, willing himself not to faint. And, surprisingly, he didn't. The hand stopped glowing, and Matthew relaxed, exhaling a deep breath. His eyes were half lidded, and the green glow was gone. Feliciano couldn't see the colour of his eyes because of the darkness, but he felt relieved they weren't that horrible colour anymore. Also that strange bulk was now gone from his shoulder. Matthew shivered, and breathed again. He blinked, and looked around confused. Yao and Emil were astounded as well, and were staring with eyes as round as saucers first at Matthew, and then at Feliciano.
Feliciano fiddled nervously with the bandages on his hand, panting a little. He felt drained of all of his energy, to say the least, and his hand burned and throbbed. But at least he didn't faint.
When he noticed the three men were staring at him, eyes unblinking, he scratched his head and nervously giggled. "Hehehe…hehe…"
Emil slowly neared him, looking at him with a whole other gaze in his eyes. "Who…are you?"
A figure was watching the scene from the top of a lopsided half-collapsed building. He smirked. "Right. First task on schedule, done." He wrote on an imaginary note pad holding an equally imaginary pen. Then he smirked, looking to his left. "Now, let's attend to…family business."
YES! YESS! i mean, ahem. i really liked this chapter...! ^J^
btw, did any of the chess part make sense to you? it does to me, but that's because i know what's coming next... i'd simply like to know i wrote it alright...!
anyway! the AWESOME prussia himself enters the scene! i know many of you were waiting for this! 8D
but, i have something not as equally exciting to confess as well : i won't be able to upload this friday, or next week! ;_; please don't hit me! i'm leaving for a whole week, and won't have, like, ANY access to the internet...! (so i won't be able to reply to your AWESOME reviews as well... but i will when i'll come back!) i'll have, however, time to write! so as soon as i come back i think i'll be uploading like CRAZY! :D
thank you for your patience, and stay AWESOME!
hoping you are all well, until next chapter! ;)
(random fact is random : the 25th of april (the day after tomorrow) is the day that in italy is called "celebration of the freeing"! on the 25th of april 1945 there was and end of the nazi occupation and of the fascist period of twenty years!)
дерьмо : (russian) shit. (der'mo, pronounce "zeermo")
Skít : (icelandic) shit
Gottverdammt! : (german) god damn it!
Das ist besser : (german) that's better