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The sun never shone in Italy since, the moment that the older lad had fallen into a quite serious illness. His brother can't depend in himself right now, and is experiencing a phobia breakdown the moment as we speak. He couldn't help but, pity himself.
Rain poured down on Italy. Spain has been frequently visiting him, unaware that his country too, is experiencing hardship at this moment. It worries him.
Spain has been experiencing natural disasters, as well as loss of people, food and shelter from each disaster, and even a racist turmoil between Portugal. Romano couldn't stand the fake smile he flashes to him whenever he visits, bringing him a bag of churros and medicine. This has to end now.
"Romano!" The Spanish cheerfully called, knocking the door three times before entering. His gaze meets the Italian's odd gaze, as if he was staring in the deep depths of his soul.
"You shouldn't have come, idiot" The Italian said, before he coughed. The Spaniard immediately rushed to his side, patting his back as he coughed.
"…Romano…" He whispered, making the Italian blush. The younger lad quickly backed away
"Why are you even here? Didn't you know that your boss needs you? You do know what your people are doing to Portugal?" Romano shouted "You shouldn't have come…"
"But…I-"
"Spain," The Italian began "There is no need to be concerned to others right about now. Every country is experiencing the same thing; everyone is in the state of hardships and loss of hope. I don't like you being one of those idiots who's been suffering while tending other's own problems. Don't be an idiotic hero like America –Don't just 'butt in' in someone's problems!"
"…"
"Go home and leave me alone" The Italian whispered as he covered himself with his blanket and turned away from the Spanish "I'm tired…"
"…Romano…" Spain began, "I just want you to know that I'll always be there for you, even though, we are all suffering. I won't leave your side, and I know you won't leave mine. And for that, I thank you… But, please, just for once, let me take care of you… All of those years supporting me, I didn't even express my gratitude towards you… I-"
The Italian remained silent. His breathing stopped. Spain's jade green orb's widened.
"Dios... Por favor... Pido... Sólo este una vez, no llevarlo lejos [1]..." The Spanish prayed "No. ...Por favor no...[2]"
Chapter 2: Chances buried to the ground
"Romano! Romano!" The Filipina called as she jumped on the Italian. They both landed on the hard concrete ground.
"Chigi…" The Italian whispered. He turned around to see the old childhood friend, The republic of Philippines: Magdalena Marianna Carriedo-de La Cruz. She was beautiful, just plain beautiful. Her dark curly hair gracefully bounced down to her waist, two sampaguita flowers attached to her dark locks; her bright auburn orbs blazed with passion and love; her tan skin looked as flawless and as smooth as ever; and her lips were tantalizing. The Italian blushed and looked away "W-What the…heck…do you want?"
"Eh. Is the grumpy Romano still in love with me?" Marianna asked, making the blush on the Italian's cheeks darker
"I- I'M NOT YOU…YOU! WI-WITCH!" The Italian protested "And I think Vietnam and Taiwan are much hotter and more beautiful than you!"
"Weh~ I don't think I believe that…" the Filipina pinched his cheek, and then giggled "Hm! You're so much fun to tease!"
"w-What do you mean by that?"
"I'm just joking silly! I know you're in love with Spain" Marianna exclaimed "Because I'm a Spamano supporter after all" she mumbled to herself.
"WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK I AM, WOMAN?" Romano shouted "I'M STRAIGHT; I'M A CATHOLIC, AND I-I HATE THAT TOMATO BASTARD! WHY WOULD I BE IN LOVE WITH HIM?"
"…I don't know~ But, maybe you know the answer!" She said.
"Why you-" Suddenly, the Italian's phone rang.
"It's Spain!" The Filipina exclaimed.
"It's not him, you idiot! And stay away from me; I'm talking to someone here!" Romano said "Hello?"
"Italia Romano?" Wales asked. The Italian suddenly froze
"…Yes?"
"Come here at Ireland's temporary condo," The Welsh said "And bring her with you"
"She has nothing to do with anything you'll accuse her to" Romano denied.
"We just want to be sure, Italy, she is still-"
"She is not one of those! Wales, I know she doesn't-"
"Parallel England was killed by a non-existent, Italy."
"…So, she isn't-"
"We somehow traced a faint link with her and Parallel England. We just want to run some tests, that's all"
"I'm not going to let you violate her, you fuck!"
"..If you want to prove her innocent, then, let me just run a test. If it shows that she is not related to any of this, then, I'll let her go, but if she is…Then you know what happens"
"Don't you dare put a finger on her, you murderer"
"It's for the best, Romano" The call ended.
"Fuck!" he cursed.
The Chinese groaned as a bright light flashed before his eyes. He slowly lifted his eyelids as he felt he was on something soft, like a bed
'Where am I, aru? I don't remember being here, or lying on a bed…with..' he thought as he scanned the room, then, he felt something. A very cold hand; he turned around to see 'Russia! My nightmares came true aru! Russia did rape me! Wah!'
He immediately sat up, only to feel a sharp pain in his body, particularly his stomach area. He winced in pain. "What had happened, aru? All I remember is a Italy chatting with a girl, then, a bright flash appeared and-"
"My, my… J'ai mal à la tête comme mon corps n'a jamais goûté du vin[3]...What bad day it is for me…" The French sighed on the other side of the room as he lied on the bed, holding his forehead
"F-France! You're awake!" China exclaimed
"Oui! It's you, China! Do you know where we are?"
"No..I don't even remember what happened, aru!"
"Hm. So, America's speculations about these alien things are actually true?"
"DON'T RELATE ALIEN CONSPIRACIES IN THIS SITUATION, ARU!"
"So, what do you think had happened, mon ami chinois[4]?"
"I say that… We could be possible warped here? I mean, this is utterly different place, aru!"
"I agree…Oi! Where's that grouchy eyebrow-ed bastard? And America?"
"…England…England! I remember now!"
Flashback
"You're so funny Lovi~" A woman's voice echoes in the room. It wasn't Belgium, or Taiwan, or Vietnam, or any girl they've known. No girl can call S. Italy in his nickname Lovi
"Shut up and go to sleep" Romano's voice.
"...Lovi..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry"
The English faints and falls of his chair. The American rushes to his side.
"England!"
A white flash engulfs them all…
"-land is dead…" an Irish voice
"…non-existents…" a Scottish voice
"…If it's a joke then…" America's voice
And China's senses fails.
End of Flashback
"Oi! What do you remember?" France asked the Chinese, who immediately snapped out of his senses.
"N-nothing, Aru!" he said as he stood on his two feet; the pain at his abdomen grows much more painful, but, fades away. "Seriously, did I bump myself on something?"
The French stood up, with ease in fact. He limped towards the Chinese –His wound on his leg caused by the natural disasters, but, so far, became much more severe.
"…Are you okay?" China asked "Your leg…It's-"
"The wound on your leg got a little damaged when you were transported in our world." An Irish voice said. The two members of the Allied Forces glanced at the Irish. Northern Ireland. "I am Northern Ireland of this world, The brother of England in this world; greetings, Parallel China and Parallel France!"
"…What?" France said
"huh..?" China muttered
"Perhaps we've never seen before…Sorry" Northern Ireland said.
"We've met, Northern Ireland. When I visited England's home a few months ago! You were choking him" France said. China sweat dropped 'choking him?' The Chinese thought
"Oh no, you met my parallel self, Parallel France, what you see is a different Northern Ireland" The Irish said, making the two nations more confused.
"Is this a charade or something, aru?" China asked "Because we don't know where we are and apparently, you say you don't know us, aru"
"I do know you, but you don't know anything about me,"
"You're England's brother, Northern Ireland!" France exclaimed "And I know a lot about you –Your hatred of England's food and etc.!"
The Irish shook his head "True. I do hate England's cooking, but I think your pertaining to Parallel England, whom just died a few moments ago."
"W-What?" China asked. France's eyes widened in disbelief
"Yes, he was killed by a non-existent" The Irish began, flashing his cunning smile "Let me explain…"
America brushed his fingertips at England's pale cheeks. He winces when he feels the coldness of his face. It was so void…
"I'm sorry" he muttered for the 50th time. He couldn't bring himself to smile like his heroic self when he finds out that one of his major reasons why he's been playing the hero all the time was dead. And the worst part of it: He couldn't save him –It was too late.
He curses himself.
"Parallel America?" The Welsh asked as he patted the American's back. "…I'm sorry for Parallel England's loss…If we just have act sooner, this wouldn't happen…"
The American smiled "…Yeah..But happened has happened…The only hope that we have is to kill that non-existent"
The Welsh smirked. "I am really happy that you're not like America in our world. He was so much like you…But, he sided with an enemy…And betrayed us. England in our world was so disappointed…"
"…."
"…One of our prime suspects are almost here…Be ready for what you will see, Parallel America" The Welsh said, grimly "This maybe not humane for you"
The suddenly went red. Everything around America seemed to freeze –All living things went gray and stopped moving, breathing, thinking, beating... England also went gray.
"Wha-What happened!" America asked
"We, the chosen ones, have the ability to stop time in our will, but, with a limited amount of time. This ability is called 'Fiorente dono del tempo [5]' This ability is only one of the basic abilities we have –The Italians, Romano and Venenziano, have mastered this ability perfectly, having to stop and even turn back time at their will." The Welsh explained. "Speaking of Italians, here's one now"
The door flew opened –smashed into tiny pieces of wood. There marched inside the Italian known as Italia Romano. His brown orbs gazed at the Welsh and the American, in his eyes, held a glint of intent to kill.
"Where is she?" Wales asked.
"I will never let you kill her! GO DIE IN FUCK'IN HELL!" Out of nowhere, a figure of a medieval double-sided halberd appeared and form in the Italian's palms. He pointed the deadly blade to the two.
Wales frowned. In his hands, formed a figure of a medieval silver sword and materialized. He pointed his sword at the Italian ".."
"NEVER!" Romano said before they clashed
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Translations:
[1]: God…Please…I ask…Just this once…Don't take him away from me
[2]: No…Please…No.
[3]: I have a headache like my body has never tasted some wine
[4]: My Chinese Friend
[5]: Golden Gift of time