Lost. Chapter 4.
A/N: The actions beginning to start now. I'm really excited to be honest. Please drop a review and tell me what you think and how I can improve my writing!
Japans POV
Kiku Honda, the human personification of Japan walked out of the meeting building, his usually erect posture slightly bent. The meeting had been even more of a disaster then usual. Strangely, Ludwig had not attended the meeting and neither had Italy. Without the loud German to try and keep things on track, things got out of hand. Francis and Arthur kept getting into fights, Alfred was even more loud and obnoxious, Romano freaked out that his fratello hadn't been there and he would yell and curse whenever Antonio tried to cheer him up and a certain albino who wasn't even supposed to attend meetings was rampaging for Ludwig. Japan was disappointed to say even his own siblings had even contributed to the situation. Yong Soo kept trying to grope everyone, earning himself a good smack in the head by Elizabetha's frying pan and Yao kept running away from Ivan.
Kiku sighed. That was only the first of a week long string of meetings. If Germany didn't go to the next meetings, things would get even more out of hand. Kiku gently caressed his stomach. Thinking of the meeting gave him a stomach ache.
Japan tried to forget about the meeting and focus on the beautiful scenery. The small Japanese man looked around the streets of Italy. Italy certainly was a beautiful country. The architecture was most admirable and the cobblestone streets a rare and beautiful treat.
A warm breeze gently ran its invisible fingers through Kiku's short charcoal hair. They whispered promises of warm weather in Kiku's expert ear. Kiku felt all his stress fade for a moment, carried away by the wind like a feather.
He sighed regretfully. He should go to Feliciano's house and check up on the Italian.
He quietly walked to his car and began driving to Feliciano's house since the meeting had been in Italy and Ludwig might also be there.
Parking outside the Italians house, Kiku calmly strode to the door and politely knocked. After a few moments, Feliciano opened the door, stuffing a pair of leather gloves into his pocket.
"Kiku?" he asked immediately brightening up.
"Hello Vargas-san." Kiku said bowing slightly from the waist in his traditional greeting. "You do know there was a meeting today?"
Feliciano's eyes stretched wide. "Oh no! I completely forgot!" he exclaimed, his voice thick in an Italian accent.
Kiku sighed. "You should really try and remember next time. Don't forget about the meetings this week."
"Yes Kiku! I'm really sorry." Feliciano exclaimed. He brightened again, quickly discarding what Kiku had just said. "Ve~ How about you come inside?"
Kiku's eyes widened slightly. "Ah, I couldn't. I only came to make sure you were ok. I wouldn't want to intrude."
Feliciano closed his eyes, smiling brightly. "Oh, please come inside! I'll make you some tea!" Feliciano said.
Kiku nodded slightly. He couldn't say no to tea. "It would be rude of me to decline your generous offer so I accept." he said politely.
Feliciano beamed as Kiku politely came inside, removing his shoes by the door. Italy closed the door behind Kiku.
"By the way, have you seen Ludwig-san?" Kiku asked. Feliciano shook his head as he hurried to the kitchen with an energetic spring in his step.
"No, I haven't seen him. Wasn't he at the meeting?" Feliciano asked. Kiku shook his head.
"No. He hadn't attended." Kiku said. Feliciano took out a box of green tea and glanced at Kiku, his usually cheerful eyes beginning to fill with worry.
"That's odd. Ludwig is usually strict about meetings. Do you like anything in your tea?" Feliciano asked, settling the water to boil. Kiku sighed. The Italian couldn't focus on anything for more then a few seconds unless it involved pasta.
"Iie. Plains fine." Kiku said. Feliciano sat down in a chair by the table and offered one to Kiku. Kiku sat down. "Arigato." he said. He silently sat in the chair and sighed. "I was actually hoping he was with you."
"With me?" Feliciano asked looking confused. "He isn't here."
Kiku signed lightly. "Hai. I'll just have to go to his house then." Kiku said. Behind him he heard the whistle from the pot. Feliciano got up to get the pot.
"Do you think he's at his house or do you think he could be in Italy somewhere?" Feliciano said.
Kiku signed and looked down at the table, tracing patterns in the wood, "I don't know. I'm worried something happened to him. It's so unlike him to not attend a meeting. Maybe I should try his cell phone before I go to Germany or start looking in Italy." Japan said. He heard Feliciano walking towards him with his tea and turned to take it from Italy. His eyes widened as he saw the glass pot racing for his head. He didn't have time to duck down or put his arms up. He heard a loud crash and felt heat scorch his neck and run down his back. Pain cut through his skin as a darkness swallowed him up.
Italy's POV
Feliciano smiled as Kiku fell to the floor in an unconsious heap with a loud thud. The boiling water soaked into Kiku's pristine white jacket. He stated at the crumpled heap with a grin of satisfaction.
Shards of broken glass littered the kitchen tile, reflecting off the like a thousand of tiny little diamonds. A small trickle of blood seeped from Kiku's head and turned a light red color as it mixed with the puddle of water.
After a few minutes he bent down to pick Kiku up from the floor. As he did, pain pricked his hand. He turned his palm over and saw blood seeping from a cut on his soft skin. The blood ran into the grooves in his hand and flowed towards his wrist. He licked the blood off, moaning softly at the iron taste on his tongue.
He bent down again and picked up the small Japanese mans body. He smiled in triumph seeing the blood running down Kiku's face and neck from scratches on his face. A particularly deep laceration was just above his eyebrow, the blood dropping down between his eyes.
Feliciano threw Kiku's small body over his shoulder. He carried him to his car and threw him in the back. He spread the same blanket he used on Ludwig over Kiku. He drove to the building where he had Ludwig and carried Kiku inside. He took him to the room where his boss was working.
Feliciano entered the cell, light streaming into the room and revealing Ludwig's broken form. How pitiful...
Feliciano easily carried Kiku to another pole in the other end of the room and tied Japan as he had to Ludwig.
A soft moan echoed in the room, echoing as if it were in a cage. Feliciano smiled darkly and looked up to meet eyes with Ludwig's dull blue eyes. As Ludwig's eyes adjusted to the light his eyes filled with confusion.
"Feli...w...what?" he said weakly. Feliciano's heart skipped a few beats at how pitiful he sounded. He lost count of how many times he dreamed of hearing Ludwig's weak voice begging for his life. Now, everything was going right for once in his life. He wanted to savor each moment so it could last him when all the other countries were destroyed.
"I brought you a play mate." Feliciano said smiling in fake friendliness. Feliciano straightened up and moved to the side so Ludwig could see Japans limp form. Ludwig's eyes suddenly filled with a fire and rage that Feliciano hadn't seen in a while. The scorn in it made Feliciano fill with rage. Ludwig wasn't supposed to react like this. He had imagined an utterly dejected and hopeless Ludwig. Instead of showing his anger and surprise, he kept his calm mask on and stared at Ludwig's helpless form.
"Italy, what in Gotts name are you doing? What did Japan ever do to you to deserve this?" Ludwig yelled, his voice cracking like a teenage boy. Feliciano snorted and didn't say anything. Ludwig was straining to keep his voice steady. Instead of making Ludwig stay silent, Feliciano allowed his rant to continue when his anger turned to amusement.
"Kiku never made fun of you or called you a name!" Ludwig bellowed. "He tried to protect you and defend you! He doesn't deserve treatment like this!"
Feliciano snorted. Ludwig could probably shoot lies from his arse. Kiku had made him feel worthless the way he would look at him with his dull eyes. Almost everyone had made fun of him at some point. They all deserved what was coming for them, accept for a few exceptions that were also forgotten and under appreciated. Feliciano glared coldly down at Ludwig with all the hate he could muster. If only looks could kill…
"Tell Kiku I said hi when he wakes up." Feliciano smirked. He gracefully turned on his heels and disappeared like mist in the sun. He ignored the desperate, angry cries of Ludwig calling his name.
"Let the games begin." Feliciano said to himself darkly.
A/N: I was really bored on the trip to Canada. Who? LOL. I'm in Canada as I'm writing this and I finished it at the cabin. I'm so excited to go do Canadian things like fishing! I'm half Canadian, half American but I've only been to Canada a few times. I also forgot that I brought American money. _ I need to exchange that then somehow. LOL. Anyway, see you next chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! I read each one about a billion times! Arigato!