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Chapter 10
Feamon sighed. He had just met his human (France), and now they were tied up and hanging from a tree. Upside down.
"Can't you do something about these rope, Flying Mint Bunny," he asked.
"I can't really do anything, hanging from my legs like this," was the reply.
Feamon sighed once more. This was going to be a long day.
While Feamon and FMB were talking to each other, England and France were having their own discussion on how to escape. They were just about done with their plan before they saw that they they were no longer alone in the forest.
The Numemon had returned.
"Have you repented for trespassing on our ground?" asked one of the, extremely smelly and ugly digimon.
"And how, exactly, do you expect us to repent if we aren't aware of of what we did wrong," deadpanned England. He was growing tired of being hung upside down.
"You were about to enter our secret base before we our scouts stopped you" replied another.
"You must be punished for your ignorance and here we are." said one from the back of the group.
"Oh. Okay then. We are sorry for wronging you," said France, wanting to leave without having his hair ruined once again.
"Okay, you can leave," said one Numemon, who was elbowed by another.
"Stupid. He's not sincere at all. We need to make them work for their forgiveness"
"What should we make them do," asked a sleepy Numemon.
"Hmmmmm," they all thought in unison.
"Oh! I've got an idea. We should make them cook for us!"
"Yeah!" they all cheered.
They turned to look at the hanging captees, waiting for a reply.
"We'll do it," said France, eager to show off his masterful culinary skills.
"Okay then you have three hour to cook us a feast," the Digimon said before untying the captives ropes, allowing them to drop head first to the ground.
"Ow!" they all said.
They were then pulled to their feet and taken to a kitchen in the middle of the forest.
Katherine followed, shaking her head.
Suddenly, she perked her head up as if she were listening for something.
"Sorry," she said, pulling out her wand "I'm being called." She disappeared instantly.
"Now then. madam's would you be so kind a to assist me in preparing this banquet," France said in his seductive voice. Many of the girls swooned right there.
"Yes please," they replied, and began to cook.
"I guess I'll help as well," said England, earning him a fearful glance from France and the fangirls.
"Non non, that's quite alright," France said hastily.
"Oh, don't be silly" and England began to make something in the corner of the kitchen. Everyone shivered in fear.
~Three hours later~
"Are you done," said a Numemon.
"Yeah, I'm starving," said another.
"Yes, we're done with the food," replied a smug France. He just knew that they'd love his food. He was the country of five star restaurants.
The group of Numemon swarmed the table where the food had been set and began to eat.
At once they all spit out their food.
"This is disgusting" they said.
France fainted from shock right where he stood. Luckily, some fangirls caught him.
"Wait, guys, wait," said a Numemon at the end of the table. "You need to try this. It's absolutely delicious."
The Numemon all gathered around the plate full of…. Scones?!
England, who stood off to the side of the group, grinned in triumph.
"How did you make so many in such a short time, Arthur?" asked a fangirl.
"Oh that? Sicily came in about half way throught, said that she was bored and decided to help me." he replied with a smile.
"Where is she then," asked another.
"She left when we finished. Wanted to scout out the area before we left or something of that sort."
After the Numemon were all full they approached the group of humans and said, "You're forgiven. You can leave now." And with that, they all retreated into the trees, heading towards the vending machine once again.
"Hey, bros. Is it time to go?" called Sicily, from one of the trees.
'Yes, we can leave now, Sicily. Don't ask obvious questions. " said Katherine, seemingly appearing from nowhere.
"Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist." Sicily said with a laugh, and turned towards the group. "Come on guys!"
And with that the group set out once more.
~With Germany and Italy~
Germany stood on the deck, watching the waves.
Suddenly, Lujza tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump. "We have spotted land," she informed him, "You should go wake Italy up from his nap."
"Erm, ja, zat is a good idea," he replied, unnerved by her unusual quiet demeanor, though he supposed it was due to the fact that Kimberly was (still!) sleeping on her shoulder. Germany walked slowly down the stairs and through the halls that led to the room his comrade had slept in. For some odd reason, the Italian preferred to sleep in only a white shirt and his underwear. Ludwig sighed and shook the Italian awake, earning an unhappy groan.
"Oh for goodness sakes, Italy, we've spotted land."
"Ve~ Ten more minutes, Germany," the half-asleep country begged, rolling over.
Germany sighed. "No Italy. You need to wake up this instant." No response. "Don't go back to sleep." Still no response. "If you're not up in the next 5 seconds, you'll have no pasta for a whole day."
Italy sprang from his bed, grasped Germany's shirt, and started wailing into it.
"Noooooooo! Not my pasta! Please Germany, don't take it away!"
Germany sighed once more and began to pat his friend on the head to calm him down.
"Okay, Italy. I won't take your pasta." He said quietly, like talking to a frightened cat. "Now hurry and get ready to leave. We don't want to keep the girls waiting. It would be rude."
Italy, successfully calm, looked up at his friend with a familiar childish glee before nodding his head in quick succession. He then let go of Germany's shirt and began to run around his room looking for his clothes.
As they exited the room, they were quickly surrounded by a swarm of fangirls.
"Good morning, Italy."
"Did you enjoy your nap?"
The Italian, still collecting himself from his sleepiness, heard nothing and instead decided to respond with "Look at all the pretty girls" and began to chat with a few of them like he does at home.
Germany just stood where he was, shaking his head while the remaining girls were either taking pictures of the two countries in secret or standing off to the side, being jealous of the lucky ones who were being hit on by Italy.
Just a regular day on a ship.
After all of the mayhem settled down, the group went up to the main deck where Lujza and the rest of the girls were.
The island was now close enough to make out a dark forest next to cliffs, though there was a small beach big enough to allow their ship to dock. There were stairs climbing up the steep cliffs and into the forest. A large castle was in the middle of the island, a welcome sight for the lost group.
Germany stepped off the ship cautiously. The moment he stepped on the sand, he began to feel dizzy and winced at the pounding headache the accompanied it.
"Ve~ Are you okay Germany? You don't look so good," Italy asked worry lacing his voice. He stepped off the boat to help Germany and gripped his head in pain. Several frightened fangirls leapt out to help and were hit with the same affliction.
"I'll call Katherine," offered one of the ones that was still on the ship. She took out a cell phone and began playing the Harry Potter beginning theme. The blonde appeared moments later, a black cat-like creature on her shoulder.
"I heard the call of my people,"she claimed, "What seems to be the problem?"
She looked around and sighed. "You might want to go ahead and step off the ship, the pain will pass quickly."
Germany stood opening his eyes as the headache slowly subsided. "She's righ-" He looked up in alarm. Katherine seemed to be towering over him, and his voice was that of a child. Italy, now also a child, looked at Germany and paled.
"H-Holy Rome? N-no. T-that's not possible," he stuttered, his voice a few octaves higher and girlier.
"Italy? Vhat's wrong," the Germanic country asked.
Italy fell backwards into the sand, backing away from his friend and hyperventilating.
"Don't worry, Italy, it's just Germany," Katherine said soothingly, kneeling down to the amber eyed child.
Italy's breathing steadied, and the panic vanished from his eyes. The creature stepped off her shoulder and began rubbing against him, purring as he began slowly stroking its fur.
"Oh." was all she got in return.
"Are you okay, Italy?" asked the confused German.
"Ve. Yes. I am." Italy said in broken sentences, trying to collect himself.
"Well, this is quite odd," said Lujza. She'd been changed into the form of an eleven year old, as well as the other girls on the ship. Kimberly, however, stayed the same, Lujza struggling to keep the girl in her arms. The countries looked down at themselves and realized that they'd been transformed as well.
"Hey, Katherine. What's this all about?" asked one of the girls.
"Well, there is a spell in place around this fandom that changes those on the island to the age suited to their magical training, until either you leave the island, you reach your age, which is why Kimberly didn't change, or you complete your training. I reached my age, so I won't get any older, but I can continue learning. Plus as soon as you climb this cliff, all electronics will stop working. Magic and technology don't mix."
She helped Italy up and the black animal leapt back onto her shoulder. "Are you feeling better," it asked.
"I think so….." he replied, not noticing everyone else's alarm.
"Oh, yeah, this is Nekomon, she's my digimon" Katherine said, motioning to creature on her shoulder.
The 'Nekomon' curtly nodded to the rest of the group before returning her attention back to Italy.
"Well, let us get going, we need to get everyone wands and robes…. I'm so glad we opened a portal from Hogsmeade to Diagon Alley," Katherine muttered, looking over the group. She sighed at the strange looks she got and shook her head sadly. She offered to take Kimberly, and Lujza gratefully accepted.
She began walking up the stairs that led to the forest above, the other's following close behind.
Greece's last name translates out to Watermelon. (I just needed to say that).
OMG! I'M SO EXCITED! We're finally onto Gerita and Harry Potter fandom! ASDFGHJKL!
THE GREAT AND AWESOME OOHLIPS123 HAS ARRIVED!
APH Mexico Is having internet issues, so we might not have her commentary.
Which is sad but on the bright side… I GOT A DIGIMON! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED ONE! I had a hard time choosing between MarineAngemon and Terriermon, but I made my choice and I LOVE it.
Oohlips, you need to lay off the caffeine. Seriously.
But I don't drink coffee.
There is caffeine in tea and sodas too.
I don't drink tea and I haven't had a soda since Saturday.
Then you must be getting it from the air, so you might need to stop breathing so much (sarcasm)
The air may have other elements beside Oxygen and Nitrogen but the amount in the air is not enough to get the same effects from too many sodas (Trust me, you don't want to see what happens when I have too many sodas.)
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