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Ludwig didn't know what to do when he finally found Feliciano. He was just kneeling there, staring into nothingness, crying silently. The boy didn't move or make any motion to signal that he had seen the German, or any of the others, for that matter. Nothing. And that was even more worrying than him panicking or spazzing around. Ludwig glanced around, horrified at the two bodies laying not so far away, and shockingly recognized Romano. Of course. That was why Feliciano was in shock...
Ludwig knelt down, and did the only thing he could think of: he hugged the Italian without saying a word. He knew how it felt to lose a brother. Well, technically Gilbert hadn't died, but still, being transformed into a RED was as close as it got. Feliciano didn't react. He didn't say anything or even move a finger. The only sign the Italian was 'there' was the fact that he was still crying his eyes out, albeit doing so silently.
Ludwig frowned, glancing at Feliciano's right hand which was resting on the ground. He could see the scales had spread out even more, still in that vein-like pattern, from under the bandages, now reaching all the way up to his elbow. That certainly wasn't a good sign, but they had more pressing matters to attend to. He'd talk about this with Arthur later.
Everyone had gotten through the hole in the wall by that point and was helping the injured. Yao was apparently the most beat up. Tino luckily only had a broken arm and Bella had a nasty slash across her back, but fortunately, it was not too deep. Ludwig didn't dare look at Romano. He had briefly glanced at the older Italian already, and was met with the worst wound he had ever seen, eliciting a wince.
Everyone around them hurried to the two motionless bodies to help, of course, but Feliciano seemed to snap out of his shock when they tried pulling up his brother's body.
He blinked, eyes focusing again, and shoved Ludwig aside, dashing for the others. "Don't you touch him!" he shrieked. He pushed them all aside and slumped over Romano, sobs shaking his whole body. He looked up, to Ludwig's surprise, glaring at the group. That expression was so wrong on the happy-go-lucky Feliciano. "Non osate toccarlo," he hissed.
The others present, particularly Francis, Mathias and Emil, looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Ludwig felt Feliciano's grief as if it were his own. He had never known the older brother well, nor had he ever especially liked him, but still, the fact that Romano was gone...unsettled him. He edged nearer, moving slowly, as if any sudden motion would scare the younger Italian. Ludwig raised a hand to show that he neither meant to take Romano away nor to cause the heartbroken boy any more pain. Feliciano sobbed again, more tears running down his cheeks and falling on Romano's ashen face. He wasn't glaring anymore. He just looked like a scared child again, staring up at the German, eyes begging for any help.
"L-Ludwig…Romano è…è…!" Feliciano couldn't finish the sentence as his sobs started anew. He simply bowed his head and let them come.
"Sshhh…" Ludwig whispered, not knowing what else to say. Heck, what could he say? He couldn't say that everything was okay because obviously, everything wasn't okay. He edged even closer and this time, Feliciano didn't make any move to shove him away. Ludwig embraced him tightly again. Feliciano let go of his brother and leaned on the German's chest, wailing loudly.
Arthur suddenly appeared and gasped.
"Oh, bloody hell…"
Ludwig's face lit up as he looked at the Brit. He was their medic so surely he would know what to do…right? Feliciano continued bawling into Ludwig's broad chest and didn't see the Englishman.
"Sourcils! Do something!" Francis exclaimed, kneeling beside Antonio who was also wounded, but the Frenchman obviously meant Romano.
"W-what could I do?!" Arthur glanced at Romano, "He's probably already d-"
Mathias hurriedly interrupted him with an elbow to the ribs. "Bro, you don't know that. Do doctor-y stuff! I dunno, like, check his pulse or something!"
Arthur looked first at Mathias, then at Feliciano sobbing in Ludwig's arms, and then at Romano.
"…Oh, bollocks."
He was standing on a pitch-black floor in an equally pitch-black place. Where was he…? Was he dead?
He felt warm. Too warm. Hot. Burning. He was on fire. No, he certainly wasn't dead.
He frantically looked around. Surely there'd be some water somewhere, so he could cool down…? Nope.
Ugh, just great…! Why did he feel hungry?
Something caressed his cheek lightly and he turned to look at who or what it was. It was a hand. A black, clawed hand. What…?
A pair of violet eyes opened up, gleaming in the dark. The black hand stretched out to him.
"Come with me…"
Huh? What?
No! Like hell! The person to whom those eyes belonged didn't…feel right.
No. He would not go with him.
He turned away from the violet eyes and walked in the opposite direction. He didn't want to have anything to do with that black hand.
The eyes reappeared directly in front of him, scaring the living daylights out of him and making him take a few steps back. What was happening…?
"Come. With me." It felt more like an order this time, but he didn't take the hand. He wouldn't do that. He couldn't do that. It felt wrong. He frantically shook his head, stepping back again.
The person with the violet eyes snarled and forcefully grabbed his hand. Antonio gasped at the sudden movement and felt very heavy all of a sudden. Somehow, half of his face also felt frozen in place.
What in the heavens…? He looked around again, searching for the hand or the eyes, but they had disappeared into the dark. Weird.
He was still burning, however, and as he was looking around, the floor under his feet disappeared suddenly. He yelled as he began to fall. However, the fall didn't last long, and he fell right on his feet onto another floor.
More precisely, a chess board.
What was happening!? He looked around again.
Suddenly, random chess pieces started falling out of the air, landing all around him with a loud thud, rebounding a little and causing the whole board to quake. He observed them and noticed they were all black.
Huh? He was fairly sure a chess game also had white pieces…where were they, then? He turned to look around, but he was surrounded only by the black pieces.
Wait, did they just move closer?
He didn't like it. They had trapped him in a circle…! He felt like he was being watched by all those pieces, especially by a King, a Rook and two Knights. The other black silhouettes were all simple pawns.
At some point, he felt his feet become heavy and a strange feeling crept up from his legs. Huh…? He looked down and saw that they had glued together and formed something like…the base of a black chess piece.
…What.
The lower half of his body had become a chess piece, and some sort of black crown was resting on top of his head. The strange thing was, the crown wasn't pointy, but was all squared, kind of like the battlements of a tower... The crown of a Rook.
He frowned. He wasn't one of the black pieces, that, at least, he knew. He wasn't, and would never be one of them...! He blinked, and suddenly all the black pieces disappeared. He heard something move behind him, so he whirled around as best as he could with his legs glued together to face another chess piece.
It was a white one, this time.
A Queen.
Antonio was somehow frightened of the piece. He felt something like a deep-rooted instinct gnawing at him. It told him to run, run far away from the piece. As far as he could...! However, he couldn't move. From the chess piece appeared two white slender arms, and a weapon materialized out of nowhere.
"…Onio…!" he heard a voice echo through the dark space.
It was a known voice, he was fond of it, but he couldn't remember who it belonged to…
The weapon the Queen was wielding was a broken sword. The white chess piece swung the weapon behind itself, and then at him. He ducked, and the 'crown' he had been wearing was cut in half. An angered roar echoed through the dark space, but somehow, Antonio had the distinct feeling the anger of the voice wasn't sincere...
Suddenly, the chess board and the Queen disappeared, and he fell down again. This time, his fall seemed to last forever. However, the burning heat within somehow dissipated, and the hard thing on his face also melted away. Finally, he hit the bottom of his fall. Hard. He thudded and fell in a formless heap, all curled up on himself, groaning. Nnngh, that hurt!
"…Ntonio!"
Whose voice was it? He lifted his head groggily to look around, and another pair of eyes opened up in the darkness. They were hazel brown, with goldenrod speckles, and they had a gold-like shimmer to them.
"…Antonio, wake up!"
Huh…? So that was his name… And yes, it was a familiar voice, but it didn't belong to the person with the golden eyes. It was a feminine voice. He groggily stood up, body still aching, and started walking towards the eyes.
The eyes turned away, and the figure they belonged to started walking away.
No! He started running, and stretched out a hand towards the figure. He wouldn't lose him again…!
…Again…?
He finally reached the figure, and tapped its shoulder. Those eyes turned to look at him, and he smiled. He had found him again…!
Suddenly, he felt a light chilly breath caress his ear, and someone whispered in it,
"…Such a shame, Antonio…"
A shiver ran down his spine, and he didn't dare move. That mocking voice belonged to the person with violet eyes…! B-but how…
"…You looked for him so desperately. And I have to admit that I was surprised that in the end, you actually found him…!"
A pause. Antonio still wasn't moving, and was still looking at the golden eyes. The voice purred in his ear.
"…Too bad...you killed him."
Antonio blinked, and the golden eyes disappeared, as did the presence of the voice.
W-what did he say…? K-kill…?
He looked down at his hands and gasped. They were covered in blood. Red liquid dripped from his fingers and from his lips into a pool on the ground. He finally remembered a name, and yelled it at the top of his lungs.
"ROMANOOOO!"
Ludwig observed Arthur kneeling down beside Romano's body. The German held his breath as Arthur checked Romano's pulse, if there was any. Mathias, Francis and Emil did so as well, bracing themselves for the worst. Feliciano was still sobbing in Ludwig's shirt, which was probably soaking wet by that point, but much more silently. The only evidence that he was still crying was his shoulders, shaking and jerking with each breath.
The Brit's massive eyebrows shot up after a handful of dreadful seconds. "Bloody hell…"
"What is it?! Tell us, Sourcils!" Francis blurted out.
Arthur raised his head. "There is a pulse! The faintest one I have ever experienced, but it's there!"
Ludwig felt Feliciano gasp in his arms, but the boy didn't move. He did stop shaking, however. Everyone there let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Well, what the bloody hell are you waiting for?! Get the guy some bandages! And fetch Lukas for me, now!" Arthur barked at the three standing figures, who dashed away immediately. Ludwig frowned as he saw the Brit pick up a piece of charcoal and start drawing something with it first on his hands, and then around Romano's wide wound.
Emil reappeared, along with Lukas. Arthur threw him the piece of charcoal and held up his hand. "Quick, copy these runes onto your hands as well."
Lukas caught the charcoal, but frowned. "Is it wise, to use healing magic with this? And…I thought you had your pride of not showing me your magi-"
"Now is not the bloody time to argue about inaccurate magic rituals or spells copyright! Copy those runes or I swear on the Queen's bloody grave that I. will. make you!" Arthur snarled. Lukas blinked and then hastily scribbled the symbols on his own hands.
Ludwig glanced down as Feliciano murmured something into his shirt. "What is it, Feliciano…?"
"È vivo…vivrà...è vivo…" he heard the Italian whisper. Ludwig hugged him tighter. Feliciano was already building and piecing back together his hopes and the German did not want to think about what could happen if it turned out to be too late for Romano. He prayed, actually prayed, for the best.
Francis appeared from behind another boulder, carrying some bandages, and saw the scribbles the Brit had drawn. He frowned. "Arthur, mon ami, you're not in any shape to do that kind of stuff, non?"
"Shut your trap, frog. I know that," the Brit growled, scribbling more symbols on the pavement around Romano's body. "Hand me those bandages, now. And would you mind carrying the RED away? I need to draw there."
"But-"
"Why does it look like you're all trying to prevent me from helping somebody else?!" The Brit shouted, not even looking up from the ground he was drawing on, "Who cares if the ritual isn't exactly how it should be? I know I should be using chalk or ink, but charcoal is all we have, okay?! And who cares if I pass out, or reopen my wound, or something else! I'm a bloody medic, and as one, I will help anyone who is in need! Now give methose bandages before I hex you all into a bloody broom!"
He stretched out his hand for said bandages, and Francis gave them hesitantly, as if the Brit would lash out at him if he made any sudden movement.
Arthur snatched the bandages from the Frenchman and scuttled closer to the older of the Italian brothers. He started patching him up as fast as he could, so he wouldn't lose anymore blood. Judging by the amount of it smeared onto the ground and rocks and – Arthur winced – Antonio himself, Romano didn't have much more blood in him anymore. Francis quickly picked up Antonio's arms and dragged him away from the runes Arthur was drawing.
The Brit frowned at the realisation he'd have to add some more details to the spell, and as soon as he had bandaged the wound, careful not to smudge any of the runes, he drew more of them onto the white cloths.
"That's... that's an impressive combination of spells," Lukas gaped, looking at the symbols already drawn and the ones the Brit was writing still.
"How are the others?" Ludwig asked Francis. The Frenchman shrugged. "Tino luckily only has a broken arm along with some bruises and burns. Bella has a nasty bleeding wound on her back, but it doesn't look too deep. As for Yao, he's worse, but Kiku is already looking after him. He's not a medic, but knows some basics, I guess…"
"What's his condition?"
"Well, he has a broken leg, a load of bruises, cuts and burns, a wound to the head and one to the chest..." Francis started counting on his fingertips.
"OI! Get out of here, now. Antonio too," Arthur barked, standing up beside the Norwegian. Francis immediately resumed dragging the Spaniard through the rubble and Ludwig delicately tapped Feliciano on his shoulders.
"Feli...?"
A sniff was the answer, before a trembling "Y-Yes...?"
"We have to go now. Arthur will take care of everything, but we'll have to leave them to do this alone. I...Eh...Can you walk?" Ludwig asked, unsure.
Feliciano nodded after a couple of moments. "Yes..." they released the embrace, and the Italian limply stood up. He was weak after having cured Antonio, and almost fell down again. However, he was helped up by a certain German.
"Watch out."
"Yeah...Sorry..." Feliciano whispered, before following Francis and Antonio away from the Brit, the Norwegian and...Romano.
The Brit sighed and glanced at Lukas. "Ready?"
Lukas nodded slowly, examining the runes on his hands. "Hm, ja. But I don't know the incantation..."
"There's no time for me to teach it to you. I'll do it, alright?"
The Norwegian nodded again, clasping his hands together. "...Go."
The Brit took a deep breath, clasped his hands together as well and started chanting in Latin. As soon as he had said the first syllables, the symbols on his and Lukas' hands started glowing.
"Ex vulneri recrea Romanum, eum a mortis limine restitue. Sanguinem reprime et redde quod Romano amisit."
The charcoal runes around Romano and on his bandages started glowing as well.
Arthur closed his eyes as he felt his strength sapped by the spell. He hoped with all his might that this would work.
"Ex vulneri recrea Romanum, eum a mortis limine restitue. Sanguinem reprime et redde quod Romano amisit. Ex vulneri recrea Romanum…"
Meanwhile, Francis, Antonio, Feliciano and Ludwig reached the others who were all grouped together. Bella's torso was wrapped in bandages, though they could see it was not professional work. The cloth was wrapped sloppily, even dangling in some places. For now, however, it would do. Tino didn't need any bandages. He needed a stick or something to keep the offended bone straight. Yao, however, was a different issue. Kiku, Matthew and Emil were doing their best, but none of them were a skilled medic. The young Chinese wasn't in danger of dying, but still, his condition was not to be taken lightly.
The three of them, Feliciano, Ludwig and Francis, who was still dragging Antonio along behind him, walked a bit away from the big group, as not to disturb them.
Bella, however, hurried over as soon as she saw them. "Antonio! Feli, did you…?" the Belgian asked, eyes sparkling with hope. Feliciano nodded weakly, a faint smile on his face.
Bella sighed, relieved. "What about Romano? Where is he?" she asked, still smiling. Feliciano's smile disappeared, Ludwig tensed up and Francis let the Spaniard lay down. No one answered.
"Guys…?" She asked, confused.
Francis walked over to her, a sudden wide but fake smile on his face. "Romano is fine, cher! He just has a little problem so Arthur is dealing with him right now."
Bella let out a breath of relief. "Oh, thank goodness…! For a moment I thought-"
"How is your back, cher?" The Frenchman asked, interrupting whatever she was going to say next. Feliciano and Ludwig sat on a boulder not too far away.
The Belgian smiled weakly. "Luckily, Antonio wasn't too harsh on me…Apparently, the wound isn't too deep, so…"
A loud crack interrupted them. They looked immediately at Antonio, lying on the pavement. The ruby red armour was filling with cracks, spreading like a web over his body.
"…Antonio!" Bella squeaked, hurrying over to his side and kneeling down. Many cracks followed, and after a small pause, the armour shattered wholly. The mask lasted a few moments more, but then also shattered, leaving just Antonio.
His face was serene and he had his normal mouth again with cheeks, lips, chin and everything. Bella's eyes started watering as she smiled. "Oh, Antonio…you are back…" she paused and pulled some bangs away from the Spaniard's sweaty and bloodied forehead. "W-we missed you…"
Tears started falling from her eyes, but rather than of sadness, they were of joy. She and Antonio had been surviving together ever since the Disaster, and especially after they had found Romano, they had been inseparable. They had been a good team, albeit a strange one with Antonio behaving more like a child than the adult he was, Romano scolding and headbutting him from time to time and herself, the most 'normal' of the trio. She chuckled, remembering those times.
Suddenly, she noticed Antonio's face wasn't that serene anymore. He was frowning and grimacing, as if he were having a nightmare.
She gently shook his shoulder. "Antonio…" but she received no answer. Francis appeared by her side. "Tonio!" He called out, definitely louder than Bella. She looked at the Frenchman and started calling out more loudly as well, shaking Antonio's shoulders.
"Antonio!"
The Spaniard was still grimacing.
"Antonio, wake up!" Bella yelled. Francis knelt down and started slapping the Spaniard's face back and forth.
"I swear that if you do not wake up right now I'll-" he started, but was interrupted as Antonio suddenly opened his eyes and inhaled deeply as if he hadn't taken a breath in ages. Then he screamed.
"ROMANOOOO!"
Everyone stared at him as he shot up in a sitting position and started coughing. Bella patted him lightly on the back. "Antonio…" She whispered, smiling.
"B- Bel?!" cough "Bel!" cough cough "¿Dónde" cough "estoy?"
"With friends…welkom terug!" She said, smiling and crying at the same time. Antonio, however, wasn't smiling at all. He was grimacing, touching his lips with a trembling hand, lost in thought. He slowly got first to his knees, and then he stood up, his balance a bit awkward.
"Antonio…?" Bella asked, worried by his behavior. Francis was eyeing him anxiously. "Toni, mon ami, is everything alright?"
Antonio furrowed his eyebrows, his balance still unstable. He looked around, arms swaying with each turn, confused. His eyes darted around, and fell on Feliciano, still sitting on a rock. He frowned. "R-Romano…?" he murmured, taking one step towards Feliciano. Ludwig tensed up beside him; he didn't have the slightest idea of how this guy would act…
Antonio slowly shook his head, and took a step back. "N-no, you're not Romano…"
Feliciano winced, and Ludwig straightened his shoulders and back, ready for anything.
Antonio started touching his face again, especially his lips. "I-I'm normal…again? How…how is this possible?" he whirled around when a certain Frenchman tapped his shoulder.
"I think we owe you some explanations, Toni," he smiled. Bella stood behind him, still crying a little.
She tackle-hugged the Spaniard, shoving aside the Frechman. "Antonio…!"
Antonio staggered a little, surprised. "F-Francis?! B-but how!?" He turned to look at Feliciano, sudden realisation filling his green eyes. "You…you are the Queen…"
Feliciano cocked his head to the side. "Eh?" a Queen? But…that didn't make sense…He was a male!
Antonio suddenly jerked sideways, shaking Bella off unceremoniously. She let out a very unladylike "Oof!" He looked around again and his nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. "Romano…!" he whispered.
Feliciano frowned, not understanding. "Wait, what…?"
Antonio bolted away through the rubble and disappeared.
"Ex vulneri recrea Romanum, eum a mortis limine restitue… Sanguinem reprime et redde quod Romano amisit… Ex vulneri recrea Romanum, eum a mortis limine restitue… Sanguinem reprime et redde quod Romano amisit…"
Arthur felt himself become weaker and weaker with every word. The spell made it so that the blood that hadn't dried up yet would re-enter Romano's system through the wound, and then said wound would close up. But that was the theory. This spell was a combination of many other spells, including levitation of liquid, fluid arrest and healing. In reality, the last phase, the wound healing part, had just started and they were both already drained. Lukas could barely stand anymore, and he himself was also having problems. "Ex vulneri recrea Romanum… eum a mortis limine restitue… Sanguinem reprime et redde quod Romano amisit…"
Lukas suddenly exhaled deeply and lost consciousness, the spell having sapped too much energy. Arthur gritted his teeth, willing himself to stay standing. A single sweat drop rolled down his cheek to his chin. He had to finish this.
"Ex vulneri recrea Romanum… eum a mortis limine restitue… Sanguinem reprime… et redde quod Romano amisit..."
He was panting now, and his vision was blurred. Darn it…! He felt the old wound on his chest throb with each heartbeat, but continued chanting. One more time, just one more and he'd be out of danger…! Please, heart, don't give in right now!
"Ex vulneri recrea… Romanum… eum a mortis limine… restitue… Sanguinem reprime… et redde… quod Romano… amisit…!"
He felt the last ounce of energy leave his fingertips with the last words, and he collapsed onto his knees. He didn't pass out, but the symbols and runes stopped glowing. Romano was out of danger. He breathed a sigh of relief. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure whirl past him.
"Wha-"
"Romano!"
It was Antonio.
Antonio ran to the lying figure, fell on his knees and hovered over the figure. "Romano! Oh God, Romano! W-what have I done, I-I-I…!" He embraced the Italian tightly, lifting the upper half of his body up. He was crying again, and didn't notice anything, not the runes, not the passed out Norwegian, not the moments-from-passing-out Brit, not the bandages. Feliciano, Ludwig, Francis and Bella had followed him, and they now edged nearer slowly.
However, he did notice when the body in his embrace shifted a little. Antonio gasped, holding Romano at an arm's length from him, unbelieving. "R-Romano…?"
One of Romano's eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing a golden-hazel eye.
"…Roma!" Antonio exclaimed, still crying, as he wanted to hug the Italian closer again. However, Romano did something so inappropriate for the situation, yet so appropriate for him, that he left the Spaniard completely stunned.
He punched him. Hard. Enough to make him fall backwards on his butt.
"You fucking asshole!" The Italian yelled, sitting up straight after having punched Antonio. The Spaniard rubbed his cheek, a stunned but still relieved look on his face and tears still falling. Antonio sobbed once, and hauled his arms around Romano, who apparently did not appreciate it, again.
"Don't hug me, you bastard! The fuck has gotten into you anyway, why are you so clingy?! You gone nuts or something?! Fottutissimo pezzo di merda! Oh, wait, no, you always were stupid, sorry if I forgot! And why in fuck's sake are you crying?!" Romano stopped ranting as he saw Antonio's shoulders shake, the Spaniard sobbing into his shirt.
"O-oh, Roma... ¡Eres vivo! ¡Vivo! ¡Dios, p-p-perdoname! Yo…yo…"
Romano punched him on the head, hitting him multiple times, although not as hard as before. "Moron…! Don't fucking apologise!" Romano started crying as well, but tried to hide the fact. Poorly. "Y-You stop crying right now, you hear me?! Man up, damnit!"
Antonio was still sobbing into Romano's shirt, clenching the fabric tightly in his fists, but now smiling a little. Romano slowly caressed the Spaniard's curls. "Don't f-fucking cry, bastard, you're ruining my shirt…"
The four bystanders recovered from the shock. Feliciano blinked and leapt for his brother.
"Fratellone!" he shouted, before tackle-hugging his brother from behind so that Romano was squeezed between him and Antonio, not too unlike a sandwich.
"GHAAAAH! What the flying FUCK, Feli! You scared the shit out of me!"
"Fratellone! Oh, thank you so much, Arthur! Thank you! Roma! We were all so worried! I thought you were d-d-d-d-d…!" Feliciano cried out, tears rolling down his face also. He couldn't bring himself to say the last word.
"I was fucking what, Feli."
Antonio released the hug, and looked up. "You…you were dead…" Had he perhaps forgotten what had happened?
"Pfffft! Of course not, and definitely by your hands, o-or something else, bastard." Romano snorted. "I'd get out of the deepest of hells just to fucking annoy and scare the crap out of you."
Antonio was stunned for a moment. He remembered everything, yet he forgave him? Slowly, a smile stretched onto his face. That was Romano alright. Acting all tough, but being an angel, under all those layers of curses and rudeness. "Romano…Gracias…"
"Oh no, you are so not starting to speak Spanish again. That language pisses me off, it sounds like a bad copy of Italian," Romano grumbled, trying to wiggle himself free from Feliciano, who was still hugging him from behind.
Antonio's smile widened, and then he started laughing, as he hugged Romano tightly again. "Oh, Romano, I missed you so much…!"
"What the fuck, you maniac!? Let me go! I already have to deal with one clingy, idiotic brother, I do not want to deal with a clingy immature bastard!" Romano struggled even more, but it was useless. His movements were completely blocked by the other two, who were sobbing and laughing at the same time. "I'm surrounded by idiots…" he sighed, hopeless.
Bella was the third who came over, running fast despite her wound. "Romanooooo!"
"NonononoNOOOOO!" Romano yelled, as he saw her approaching and desperately tried to wiggle free to dodge the charging Belgian. Alas, there was no way of doing that, so the sandwich-hug became a dog pile, complete with a cacophony of laughs, hiccups, sobs and a very long, very loud string of angry curses.
While Ludwig checked up on Lukas, Francis helped up Arthur, and sustained him. "Wow, amazing, Sourcils…! I didn't know you could do that kind of thing!" he marveled at the runes, and at the healed Romano.
Arthur wheezed. "Me neither… It was all improvised. Luckily, Lukas was here, or else it would not have worked with me alone…" The Brit started coughing.
"Whoa, take it easy, Potter boy. Let's go and settle you down so you can rest."
"No, I can't rest. Yao still needs my help…!"
"Rest, Arthur. He'll live, he's not in danger of dying."
"I said I can't rest, frog! Bloody idiot, stop telling the medic what he's supposed to do!"
Francis laughed, and they left along with Ludwig, who was carrying Lukas, so they could leave the motley group in to have their reunion in peace.
OOOOoooOOOoooOOOH GOD! Holy shit, man!
I'm so sorry for the wait! I didn't upload on friday, and let you dangling there! So, so sorry! School really IS crushing me! I'm having at least one test every day (since the past two weeks, and this coming week also) so I had/have to study all the time...! When I finished writing this chapter I couldn't restrain myself, so here's a random upload on monday 8D
Also I won't upload this friday, sadly... but after this week, all of my tests should be over, so I should be able to write normally again! :D I can't wait...!
(Needless to say, YAY! Romano isn't dead! *le happy dance*)
Oh, and I really have to say a big, great, enormous, gargantuan, titanic, colossal, ginormous, massive THANKS to cassandraHawkeyechekov...! Thanks again, dear!
And of course, an AWESOME thanks to ALL OF YOU guys/girls! 12.500+ views! 252 reviews! 62 faves and 62 follows! I love you all SO MUCH! You have NO idea! *dances around even more*
Again, I hope you liked it...! So, well, until next chapter, hm? ;)
(I should be studying right now... *stomps away to her books grumbling*)
Non osate toccarlo : (italian) Don't you dare touch him
Romano è…è…! : (italian) Romano is...is...!
Sourcils : (french) Eyebrows
È vivo…vivrà...è vivo… : (italian) He's alive...he'll live...he's alive...
Mon ami : (french) My friend
Ex vulneri recrea Romanum, eum a mortis limine restitue. Sanguinem reprime et redde quod Romano amisit. : (latin) Heal Romano from the wound, bring him back from the threshold of death. Stop his blood flow, and give him back the blood he's lost.
Cher : (french) Dear
¿Dónde estoy? : (spanish) Where am I?
Welkom terug : (dutch) Welcome back
Fottutissimo pezzo di merda! : (italian) Fucking piece of shit! (note: 'fottutissimo' is superlative of 'fucking', xD)
¡Eres vivo! ¡Vivo! ¡Dios, p-p-perdoname! Yo…yo… : (spanish) You're alive! Alive! God, f-f-forgive me! I...I...
Fratellone : (italian) Big brother