3pov
Lovino stared into the empty room, still frozen in shock. The window was wide open and a rope was tied to the curtain rod, leading down.
The bed was still messy with it's white sheets and (f/c) quilt half on the bed, half on the floor. The pillows from the bed were also lazily tossed. The rest of the room was picked clean, save for one picture that still sat on the night stand under the silver lamp; a picture of his daughter's 15th birthday with him, Antonio, and Feliciano.
In the picture, his daughter was about to blow the candles on the (cake flavor) cake. To the left, Feliciano was smiling in the camera with a cute little wink, showing off a peace sign that his hand was shaped in. Directly behind the teen, Antonio was smiling and laughing, hugging Lovino's arm, who was to the right. Even on his only daughter's birthday, he couldn't put away the scowl on his face and have a good time.
The Italian looked at the picture, walking over and picking it up rusticity, like he was a metal bike going out on a ride after sitting out, unmoved, in a pouring rainstorm that must have lasted weeks. Suddenly, a small drop of salty water splattered on the photo right on his daughter's face.
Even the sound of the front door opening didn't alert the father. "Lovi~ _~ I'm home~" called the cheerful voice of none other than Lovino's younger brother. It wasn't long before he made it up to the silent, heavy room. "Lovi, where's _? I can't find her anywhere."
With a sudden deep breath, Lovino quickly wiped the tears from his green-brown eyes and stated in a rough, unused voice, "...She's gone." When Feliciano was still silent, waiting for further explanation, Lovino sighed. "..._ ran away while you were at Ludwig's house. Now, there's nothing we can do."
Feliciano looked confused as he sat next to his brother on the bed. "What do you mean? We can ask Ludwig, Gilbert, Antonio, and even Kiku to help us find her. We can get her back home. She must be so frightened right now, but we have friends all over Europe and Asia. Not to mention, we control Africa."
"What if she went to America?" the elder brother asked. "Or Australia? Or South America? Or even Russia? Not even Kiku or even Ludwig can help us against Ivan!"
Feliciano smiled. "You have to look at the positives~!" he stated. "She's smart. She can always find her way back home no matter where she is. And, she's a lot braver than us, so if she runs into the Allies, she can defend herself. Not to mention, she knows where everyone lives. If she gets tired and needs a place to sleep, she knows where to go~!"
Lovino thought on that for a moment before he sighed. "...She hates me." he mumbled. "Just before she left, she...wanted my opinion on something, I think it was her cloths or something. She said she was going to a party, but I didn't want her to go. I didn't know where this party was, or who would be there, so I told her no. She asked me why, and I said 'because I say so'. It was all I could think of to say. Then she yelled at me for being unreasonable, and I yelled at her for acting so spoiled. Then, after the yelling got worse and worse, she told me herself that she hates me." The older brother paused for his younger brother to process his words. "After that, she ran up here and shut the door."
Feliciano furrowed his brows. He's never seen this side of his brother before as Lovino just broke down and started sobbing in his hands. The red head didn't know what to do, so, he eased Lovino's hunched form from his knees, took the picture and placed it to the side, lifted the father's head slightly, and held him. For the first time, Lovino welcomed the Hug Therapy.
1pov
My British father showed me to his house and started heading for the kitchen. "I admit, I'm not the best cook, but I can make you a quick sandwich. Would you like ham or turkey?"
I looked in the direction of the kitchen nonchalantly. "May I have a grape sandwich?" I asked.
Hearing that, he poked his head out the doorway of the kitchen and furrowed his brows at me. "...Grapes?" he asked as I nodded. "...I suppose...that makes for an odd sandwich, love. When did you think of it?"
"Just now." I answered. "I think odd food combinations is just fun to try~"
My thick browed father gave me a small smile as he made the grape sandwich and handed it to me. I ate the food happily, the bread of the sandwich wrapped around the plump, purple grapes, cradling the fruit in the grain. Still, a few slipped from the bread, which gave me an idea.
With a quizzical, curious look, I got up and headed in the kitchen. I was going to make another sandwich anyway. As my father watched me with a questioning toxic green gaze, I pulled out the bread, washed off a clump of grapes, setting them in a bowl, and spread a light layer of peanut butter on the bread. Once the butter was on both slices, I lined up the grapes, popping a few in my mouth. With my sandwich made, I took a bite and smiled. I could taste the foods together as one food instead of separate like before. The juices of the grapes, the nuttiness of the butter, and the soft, sweetness of the bread. It all blended together so well.
My father gave me another look before giving off a soft, light chuckle. "You're an odd girl."
"Well, I am your daughter, aren't I?" I asked with a smile.
After a look of slight guilt, which confused me, he returned the smile as he stood. "I'll show you around." he stated with a sigh. "You probably don't remember where everything is." I nodded as I followed him.
3pov
Francis looked through the packed suitcase he found with _ when he took her. Inside were the essentials, shirts, pants, an Italian uniform, a spare pair of shoes, shampoo, soap, underwear, but there was one thing he found while poking around that warmed his heart. As he held it in his hand, he wished he'd been honest to the teen when her amnesia was confirmed.
He smiled softly at the portrait of her, her true father, and her uncles all in their respective uniforms. Antonio smiled wide as he gave Lovino bunny ears with his fingers, appearing to anger the Italian; seeing as how he was a blur, turning to him and reaching over, most likely to strangle the poor Spaniard. Feliciano was by Antonio, his eyes closed and a large smile on his face as he hugged the Spaniard's arm, one leg blurred, as if seconds before the picture was taken, he decided to pop his leg up like a high school girly girl. _ stood beside Lovino, appearing to be attempting not to laugh at Lovino and Antonio, one arm locked straight behind her back with her other hand covering her mouth in a very adorable way. Looking at the background, Francis guessed they were at the beach around midday.
A knock on his door snapped Francis to reality. "Who is it?" he called as he scrambled all the things in the suitcase.
"You should know who it is, Francy Pants!"
"Si mi amigo! Just because we're at war as countries, that doesn't mean we can't be friends as humans~! Come on out!"
"Forget it Toni! If he doesn't wanna come out and spend time with the Awesome Me and the less Awesome you, then we should go in there! Where's the spare key?"
The Frenchman took in a loud gulp as he heard the front door open. "Hola~!" Antonio greeted cheerfully as he popped in the room, startling Francis enough to drop the portrait. Quickly, he snatched it in his hand and stuffed it in the suitcase in front of him, hastily attempting to zip it only to find that the stuff didn't fit anymore. Funny, how impossible it is get things to fit in a bag once it's been pulled out.
As Francis fiddled with the bag, Antonio and Gilbert came in the room curiously. "...You going somewhere?"
"M-moi?" he asked nervously before giving off a weak laugh. "Ne soyez pas ridicule!" he chuckled. "Où d'autre voudrais-je être autre que la maison?"
The two friends glanced at each other confusingly before they returned their quizzical gaze to the Frenchman. "...Mi amigo-"
"Quoi!"
The Spaniard and Prussian furrowed their brows. Something was definitely off about Francis. "...Frenchy, you only talk in French when you're nervous about something if you're not talking to another frenchy."
Francis gave another laugh as he smiled stressfully, getting up from his seated position and wrapping an arm around each of his friends. "You two came to get me out of the house, oui?" he asked. "Well, then, where shall we go?"
Gilbert and Antonio shared another odd look before shrugging it off. "Well," the albino smiled. "I was thinking we could drop by Eyebrows, and see what trouble we can cause there!"
"No!" Francis objected, only confusing his friends more.
Antonio tilted his head as Gilbert looked at him dumbfounded. "...What do you mean, 'no'?" the Prussian asked. "We all love messing with Eyebrows."
Quickly, the blonde smiled. "He's just been under a lot of pressure lately, you two know how he gets in July, with Matthew and Alfred revolting against him, and even the anniversary of my revolt. I think he should be cut a break."
Still, both the friends were confused. "...But Francis," Antonio sighed. "...it's the middle of August, almost September." The Frenchman didn't reply as the brunette clutched his chin with a sigh. "Well..." the Spaniard huffed. "...I would say we could pay Lovi a visit, but I went by earlier today, and he was in a really bad mood."
Francis snapped straight as Gilbert looked over carelessly. "He's always in a bad mood." the ruby eyed man brought up.
"Si," Antonio nodded. "but, this is...different. He didn't try to strangle me, or yell at me, or even call me a bastard! In fact, all he did was sit in _'s room and cry his eyes out. Feli told me that she hadn't been home since he left for Ludwig's house. Poor Lovi is just so torn up."
Gilbert's eyes grew wide. "...Wow...that's serious. Maybe West and I can swing by later, see what we can do." he suggested. "If West can't remind him of his love of cursing, I don't know what would."
"Great idea mon ami~!" Francis stated with a laugh. "You and your brother should pay them a visit later. Right now, why not we see what we could do at...Roderich's house. Oui~! When was the last time, you pulled a prank on Roderich?" he asked, smiling wide at Gilbert.
The red eyed albino thought for a moment before he answered unenthusiastically, "Yesterday."
Quickly, Francis turned to Antonio. "Well, what about Anri? I know you haven't seen her in a while, mon ami, oui?"
The green eyed Spaniard furrowed his brows. "I just visited her and her hermano last night, though Abel didn't seem so happy to see me, still as obsessed with fish and money as ever. That's why I stopped by Lovi's today, Anri asked me to say hi to him for her."
The blue eyed blonde scratched his head on something, anything they could do that was away from the suitcase, and away from Arthur's house. "What about the bar?" he asked. "It's been far too long since the three of us hit the bar, on a quest for tequila, beer, wine, and women. What do you say, for old times sake?"
The two friends glanced at each other before giving an uncaring shrug. What's one day at the bar going to hurt?