Author Notes:
And we begin once again with this story. I will continue to correct it. No worries about that. Always pardon for the breaks in between. u\\u
And as always hetalia isn't owned by me, though i wish it were. ^U^
Chapter 11: Unsuspecting Relationships
Spain was getting lifted off the icy cold tub water and was getting placed into a bunch of room temperature towels in the infirmary room a floor down. China immediately wanted to calm down the inflammation that Spain had sustained and ruled that as the first thing they needed to do before looking into his wounds more. Everyone in the room tended to Spain very quickly and quietly, with mild shuffling heard around. Being the nations of the world, they had experienced many battles before and knew that during these moments time was of the essence. China continued to bark commands at everyone as a dreaming Spain heard none of the commotion.
Above a level just outside the meeting room, Denmark who had decided not to follow the rest of the medical team down with Spain stayed because he felt the need to stay, was with an England, a Prussia, and a France. England who was about to go down caught a glimpse of France's face after France had apologized. France's expression was in a very heavy knot as if he was inwardly having a battle within his self. Then suddenly France's expression relaxed as he smiled a twisted smile. England then realized that it was all an act. France didn't mean the apology and what just happened with Spain still didn't sit well on him. Which was true because France was still so very furious with how everything was and decided to go down to where China was and pester him for answers. France was about to leave the room when England implored, "Where are you going France? You just DID apologize so...where are you going right now?" England paused watching very carefully France's reaction. France chuckled a little bit when he bellowed, "You know what? I'm going to talk to China RIGHT now. We have to know what type of person did this. I must avenge Spain for the abuse! Excuse me now!"
France strode very quickly past England when England reached out his hand towards France's shoulder. France shook away violently and jolted out the door and into the hallway. Stunned by this sudden development both Denmark, Prussia, and England ran behind France into the hallways. England, being the most determined of the group, forced himself a power booster spell and within the click of a few clicks of his tongue, managed to gain extra power and agility. With a "hup" escaping from England's mouth he jumped and literally descended 3 meters into the air. He slammed straight into Frances back, hitting France with enough force to make France trip. England latched on even while France was slowing falling to the ground and both smacked their bodies down to the marble green white flooring. There was a small echo that vibrated all throughout the corridor.
Denmark running a little behind cheers, "BULLS EYE! NICE ONE ENGLAND!"
Prussia chuckles out loud as well as he adds in, "HOLY SHIT, ENGLAND YOU ARE A REALLY GOOD HOPPER! MY YOUNG GRASSHOPPER."
England, popping a few veins on his forehead decides to not engage in their useless taunting but hold France to the ground. France becomes increasingly aggitated as he screams, "LET ME GO! LET GO RIGHT NOW! I'M GOING DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW! ENGLAND!"
Denmark arrives to England's side first and with a quick manner instantaneously lifts both the nations up into standing position with ease.
Prussia whistles a low whistle as he states, "I think I just saw something amazing. Uh, another! Another thing amazing other than England's cool rifle shot jump. How did you even pick them both up with your arms like that?"
Denmark not catching on to what he did was actually sort of amazing said, "Well, I was a Viking remember? I'm really strong. Though I'm not immune to pain. Just need to say."
France seeing how distracted everyone was made another attempt to break free but before he could England arm locked him and thrusted France to the wall.
England, Denmark, and Prussia were outside at the corridor trying to calm France down for at least a good 10 minutes before Seychelles quietly arrived by popping her head out the door.
"Ummmm, are you guys alright? Do you guys need help? Germany asked me to ask..."
Prussia answered hurriedly, "Yeah! We're fine. Aren't we fine Denmark?"
"Yeah, we are fine. Don't worry Seychelles. We got this."
England still pinning France towards the wall huffily fumed, "No! I'm not fine! Can't you guys SEE how UN FINE this is. At least make a fucking attempt to HELP me here!"
The scene was more like England trying to pin France against the wall and a flailing Denmark and Prussia by the sides trying to box France in. But other than flailing around they weren't doing anything progressive. Seychelles nods and disappears back into the meeting room. France continued grunting and putting up a good fight when he accidentally head butted Denmark square on the chin from the skirmish to get free. Denmark fell backward head first onto the marble flooring and blood soon dripped away from his nostrils as he felt the rising thumping from the back of his head. Prussia's eyes widened as he quickly went and knelt down to the Denmark nose bleeding nation.
"OMG. Dude are you okay? Here have my hanky." Prussia urgently suggested. He whispered additionally, "It's clean by the way."
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! OW OW! PRUSSIA, do I look okay? You did sees me fantastically swan dive to the floor like a child jumping to their friend but then their friend sidesteps out of the way! GUH. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owwwww. France! What was that for? Don't go punching your buddies France! Even if you punched me with your head. Wait. Prussia does that still count as punching though?" Denmark asked now actually genuinely intrigued if that was true or not while now taking the gesture of the hanky and pressing it on his nose.
Prussia shook his head as he too was beginning to think about it more harder than necessary. Denmark tenderly felt the rising bump behind his head with his fingers as he remained on the floor just trying to stay calm from the irritation that France actually didn't even pay attention to any of his explanation at all, but remained persistent in trying to wrestle out of England's locked arms.
"HYAH! HYAHHHH! ARGH LET ME GO YOU BRIT! WHY ON EARTH ON YOU DISPLAYING SOME NOTIBLE POWER RIGHT NOW? LET GO! LET GO AVEC TOI! ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"No, you cannot go to China right now in this condition. He is working on…" England gritted his teeth as France was beginning to over in strength.
England continue, "He's working on Spain… He can't answer our questions right now but…I'm sureeeeeee that heeeeeeeeee'lll answer (huff huff*) to all of us in time! So for fucking bloody sakes, just put a flipping top on your kettle! The magic charm of extra power is going stop soon and I won't be able to prevent you from going off and being incredibly stupid and go do some airhead angry thing! CALM IT DOWN ANGRY KETTLE!"
"I've never heard that analogy before," Prussia stated. "Have you Denmark?"
"Owww. Uh, no I believe I have not. But that's pretty neat. I'll think I'll use that too. It's kind of cool. Angry kettles. Hehe. I can tell you two 3 off the top of my head. Iceland, Northern Ireland, Scotland...ahaha. Ow, Ow ow ow...okay so laughing isn't a good idea yet. Ah, my nose."
"Well, if it's cool then I'm going to use it too," Prussia said.
"Cool man! You know I'm feeling kind of better. Thanks for the hanky. I think the bleeding is stopping now. Even though it's all over my pants now."
"Naw dude, it's not the hanky. It's our regeneration abilities. I think nose bleeds are longer to put out. I've seen it in the civilians. So I would know," Prussia stated as a matter of fact while crossing his arms in a I-am-just-so-smart-you-can't-handle-this manner.
Denmark quickly added in a more solemn voice, "It'd kind a suck if I'd get a concussion and like bleed out from the inside. You know that actually happens?"
"Really?" A learning Prussia began to question.
Prussia and Denmark began to talk about things amongst each other whilst France was still not calming down. England held on to him for dear life as if he were on a rollercoaster. He loved rollercoaster's: not that America would ever need to know. But this time riding without the bars wasn't as good.
"Guys."
No response.
"You guys."
No response.
"PRUSSIA! DENMARK! HELLO? A LITTLE HELP OVER HERE! CAN WE STOP THE TRIVIA QUESTION FAMILY BONDING TIME THING NOW?"
"Oh, I believe I have heard that line said before somewhere."
"Oh yeah, me too!" said Denmark. "I think Korea coined that term."
England mentally thought he wasn't strong enough for this parade of misfits and decided to fade out into the tundra distance all while still holding on to the fuming and enraged Frenchy.
[England….Stay Tough.]
After a few more minutes of unnecessary struggling, France calmed down after realizing he was hyper ventilating and needed actual air to breathe as well as actual air to calm the fuck down.
France had no more energy and he waved his metaphorical flag of defeat by stopping moving all together and weighing his head on his shoulder all downcast like. He kept his head down as if ashamed and just couldn't understand why there were tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the emerald green and white marble flooring. England continued to hold on to him in case it was just a feign declaration of defeat.
Prussia and Denmark slowly got up from the floor as Prussia went to France's back and began rubbing on France's back in massage circular motions.
Denmark started to blush as to why Prussia was doing such a romantic like gesture to France. And Prussia caught Denmark's curious growing expression and cleared it up by saying, "Back then when I was a nation, I used to stay in an Inn to understand my civilians more. There was this old lady named Alka and she would sometimes take care of me when I got sick from the battles and stuff. And I'd feel just... better. Better about life. And things. She would do it for me when I'd cry cause of inner wars and stuff or when I was flat out drunk and get myself into a quarrel with folks and be all punched up. She'd just at the end of her shift, command me to sit down and she'd just...massage me until I'd go to sleep. No, it wasn't romantic or anything like that. She was an old lady...but she had a big heart."
Prussia paused as if now recalling something very old and mystical, but smiled softly as he continued, "she taught this to me...before she passed in hopes I'd be able to massage my muscles when things get tough. So I'm not like being romantic okay. Massaging is romantic neutral. Sheesh. Don't go gawking at me like I'm an albino or something. Heh."
"But you are an Albi-" Prussia quickly jabbed with his elbow Denmark's side as Denmark started screaming, "WHY IS EVERYBODY HURTING ME TODAYYYY!"
After Denmark stopped screaming, Prussia apologized and England gave a couple of coughs to get their attention. After Denmark and Prussia turned around to look at England, England satisfyingly happy that he finally got the two airheads attention began with, "Okay guys. As much fun as it was to see you both just go off on every topic ever available to human kind...can you guys go get a tissue box? Or something? For France, I mean. No Denmark, don't even think about giving me your hanky I swear to God... And as you can both see he's now crouching on the floor and just crying and it's awkward and I don't know what to do. So yeah."
Denmark began to ruffle his hair in embarrassment and quickly said, "Yeah sure! Sorry for leaving the more hefty work for you England. At least he's calmed down. And I can't even feel the bump on my head anymore and my nose isn't bleeding anymore so I might as well help now. Now that I think about it, might as well get a blanket too. Blankets are comfortable and make the world go round. You know England, I'm so glad that Italy brought up that "EMERGENCY BLANKET" protocol last month. Now I just cuddle up in a blanket during our long and boring speeches. And it just makes it SO MUCH better you know!"
Prussia nodded in agreement though he wondered why he was never given a blanket or even told of this before. But then it dawned up him that he'd probably start a blanket fight or prank them all by adding whip cream to the blankets or some shit. Prussia mentally thought, "Ah brother, you got me good."
Prussia was watching the two converse when something glinting on the floor caught his eye. He walked towards the shiny sparkling thing while Denmark left the hallway and went inside the meeting room for the blankets. Denmark came back rather quickly as he kind of half ninja ran to the cupboard and took out blankets in plenty and scurried away. He didn't want to stay in the meeting room where the rest of the nations were emitting a really heavy weight sort of feel. He lightened up as he arrived back again to England who was now petting France's head in hopes of reassurance and gave the blanket to England. England noted Denmark's arrival and smiled as he took the blanket and slowly wrapped it around Frances diminishing back. France was just crouching on the floor, almost becoming smaller and smaller as he tightly held himself in a mix of grief, pain, and fear.
Denmark also offered one to England as he had brought plenty because blankets are always nice in quantity. England wrapped it around himself as England began to wonder why it was so cold in the hallway. Denmark straightened up and was going to offer a blanket to Prussia when he noticed that Prussia was further down the hall looking very intensely at something on the floor and quickly looking up and down the window. Denmark noting the strange behavior decided to walk up to Prussia in a slight jog as he too wrapped himself in a blanket.
"Hey Prussia! I got you a blanket too! Whatcha doing," Denmark said playfully.
"Denmark..."
"Yeah?"
"The window is broken. Like it's all broken. Just look at it."
Denmark took notice of the pebbles of glass on the floor glinting suspiciously and the way the frame was basically off the hinges and leaning towards the outside.
"Whoaa, what even happened here?"
Denmark put his head out of the window feeling in the rushing cold breeze.
"It's kind of chilly outside right now. Brrrrrrr! But fresh cool air like this always tastes delicious."
Denmark was smiling broadly when he noted something behind the rose bushes below.
"Wait...Prussia...what is that thing on the grass below? That red thing?"
Prussia also pops his head out the window bracing the blanket and wrapping it around his neck like a scarf when he asked with his eyes "where?"
Denmark pointed toward to a red thing behind the dead rose bushes. Prussia squinted more intensely when suddenly all color drained from his face. He's seen that red thing many times recently. If he recalled it was a pair of sneakers America had given out to every nation for Christmas. For the secret Santa gifting last year, America just strolled in the meeting room all dressed up like Santa Claus and declared, " LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I, THE GREAT SANTA CLAUS, HAVE BROUGHT YOU GIFTS FOR EVERYONE! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" America then began bouncing around to every desk while handing every nation a pair of colored sneakers. He gave everyone a different pair of colored sneakers according to the colors they reminded him of. Prussia himself got a white one with wings because America said, "Well, you're kind of an Albino so white is perfect for you! And you got one with wings cause you run pretty fast just like Italy! Cool huh?" America briefly shot his spectacular 100 watt smile as he moved on to a grouchy Italian next table over and handed him a red pair because he said, "And Romano, Spain always calls you a tomato, so red's the perfect one for you. It's in pasta too and it's a color on your flag. Hope you like it." Romano glared at America as he felt the rising sensation that Spain beside him just going to explode from the cuteness levels of imagining Romano wearing his new tomato colored sneakers. Only one red one was given out because to America he'd thought it'd be funny to give Romano a tomato colored one. Only one red one was given out.
Romano.
Within that second, Prussia quickly held onto the frame of the broken window and decided to jump onto the outside ledge. Denmark was stunned by this sudden movement but stayed quiet as to what was happening. Prussia quickly exclaimed, "Denmark! Romano-kin is there! I'm going down!"
Prussia literally lunged out of view down the first floor as Denmark fearfully shouted, "PRUSSIA!" Denmark couldn't understand why Prussia basically sacrificially leapt off the 2nd floor to the first. Denmark haphazardly leapt over the trimming of the window and onto the roofs ledge. He almost slipped but found a way to hold his ground. He quickly walked to the ledge exhaling the chilly air in puffs of white. Denmark was relieved to see an Alright Prussia proudly standing up in a victory position.
Prussia thought to himself, "I...didn't even know I could do that! But I did it! I landed a perfect ace landing! It WAS worth it watching America's Parkour videos. Just Damn. I surprised my awesome self!" Prussia let out a howl of victory all before remembering that his legs were jelly like right now due to the shock from landing in that position. He quickly responded from the jelly like sensation by staggering forwards and towards Romano's body which was lying behind the rose bushes. Only his red sneakers could be seen from where Denmark and Prussia had been but Prussia knew he was lucky enough to have seen Romano, to have even been staring outside the window at all.
Denmark hesitated whether or not to go down and risk injuring himself, EVEN FURTHER, and decided he would jump as well but after alerting England of what the hell was going on. Denmark made his way back to the window and drew half his body in and waved and shouted worriedly. England had been wondering where Prussia and Denmark suddenly disappeared to because while England was tending France he had turned his back to them and when he was about to ask them why they were being so quiet, they were suddenly mysteriously gone. England just looked in that direction for a long time...almost wondering if his fairy magic friends had pulled a fast on him and the others.
England began to angrily mutter to himself, "Where the fuck did these twats even go? I'm here all alone tending to this weirdly muted version of France and I'm not even going to bother going in the meeting room because even I can feel that heavy aura emanating from within. Sigh* Why must I always be left alone caring for such miserable twats? America when he watches his scary movies and then doesn't let me sleep because he is just banging on the door begging me to let him sleep with me. What is he? Five? Then he sleeps with me and kicks me all night. Like seriously, what the hell. Anddddddddd NOW...between a drunk crazy France and now this depressing France...I can't do this. This is just too much for a proper gentlemen to bare. I want to be sitting at my home right now... Drinking my tea... watching spring come. I miss spring...Tea. TEAAAAAAAAAAA."
England stopped muttering and let out a relieved sigh when he saw to Denmark again. He slightly raised his hand in a half hearted wave. He grimaced from the pain he had in his head. This headache wasn't from the ones the rest of them all had. It was just coming from the stress of being with too many airheads in one day. There is only so much a gentleman can handle. England stopped patting Frances head and decided that it would be alright to leave France there. France would be no harm to his self or to anyone else right now. But England wanted to return quickly so he got up and lightly jogged down the hallway to where Denmark was flailing his arms.
"Why did you ask for me? And where were you guys even?" England huffily said as he arrived to where Denmark was, "and why is the window broken? Holy briskets is that Romano on the grass? How did Prussia even..."
Denmark interrupted, "By jumping off the roof. Yeah. I'm going to do the same. That way we can bring Romano in and the infirmary is right around the corner so I'm going to jump down now. I just wanted to let you know. Though. I wouldn't let France know just yet? Since he's all emotional and such..."
England on full alert understood. If France knew that Romano was collapsed on the first floor garden, he'd throw another hissy fit. So England nodded quickly and quickly headed back towards France who hadn't moved any inch. Denmark nodded in return and ran off the ledge into freefalling air, deciding it was best to do this quickly rather than hesitate. Gravity quickly pull him to the ground as his blanket scarf fluttered in the air. Prussia heard a fierce thump as he looked up to see Denmark laying belly up on a few bushes. Denmark looked back in shock noticing he wasn't hurt and let out a chuckle as well as thumbs up sign to Prussia in reassurance that he was okay. He then turned his head to his right side to see that there was a rose thorn bush right next to him and he paled in thinking that had he jumped a foot more to the right he'd be in a world of pain. Denmark shuddered from the thought before he got himself up and ran towards Prussia cradling the sleeping Romano. How did he get here and why was he passed out were the only things going on in both the Prussian and follow Den marker minds.
Denmark raced to Romano and began to budge him quickly. "Hey! Hey! Romano, can you hear me? Hey. Hey! Wake up! Wake up buddy. Buddy? Buddy?"
Prussia quickly held Romano's head away as he quickly blurted, "What are you doing! Don't budge him like that! I don't even know if he has any major injury yet! Quiet you!"
Through the rising angry conversation, Romano's mind floated in and out of consciousness before he slowly worked his way to opening his eyes. Romano found it that he had to close his eyes quick for the sky was brighter than the galaxy.
"Iszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…my head and I'm…not your buddy. And ewwww, Prussia get off me," Romano weakly gasped.
Prussia looked down at the stirring Italian and smiled while tears of joy overflow. He quickly wiped them with his sleeve as he retorted, "Well! Technically you're on my lap, so you're on me! And now I don't want to let you go!"
With Prussia hugging Romano, it seemed through sheer embarrassment on Romano's part did he become more and more of his regular self by struggling to get free and cursing Prussia many color words.
"Oh Yeah," Denmark added, "Romano you may want to keep calm. You probably have the side effect that happened to us when we all woke up! But it should probably disappear in about 5 to 10 minutes. Does your head hurt?"
"Like a world of grey!"
Denmark smiled as he joked, "Okay! Okay! Just close your eyes. It should lessen the pain."
Denmark made a pouty face to Prussia as Romano kept rubbing his head. Romano questioned gingerly as he continued to rub his eyes, "So where's that guy that was chasing America? I woke up cause of the Ruckus they were doing and America was all bloodied up... He was fighting some other guy and America then taunts the guy and they both zoom out of the room. And I'm like what the hell is going on and I see red when I saw..."
Romano stopped as he recounted what he really saw, "I saw America all bloody. Blood streaking down his forehead...his clothes all scuffled up...everyone was sleeping...and Spain was...Spain was..."
Romano's eyes began to widen as he saw Spain's body sprawled out on the floor and Romano just screamed while both Prussia and Denmark covered their ears from the sudden sound.
"SANTA MARIA MADRE DE DIOS! SPAIN! WHERE IS HE!?"
Prussia froze as his ideas rushed to his head in a colliding like fashion. Prussia held onto Romano a little firmer in case Romano was going to sprint off as well. "Oh Shit. Oh Shit Oh Shit Oh shit! I cannot I cannot. Oh no. Cannot tell him about Spain. It pains me so much too even though I'm keeping strong cause that's what Spain would want but oh shit. Romano's going to flip a shit when he hears. He can't know right now!" Prussia thought.
Denmark mulled over the scenario in his mind as well, Romano racing down the infirmary and yelling out to Spain. People would have to hold him down and that would probably disrupt the process China and the other "doctors" are doing. Not good.
Denmark glanced worriedly to Prussia before confirming his perseverance.
"Romano, why don't you wait a second while I come get some others to help you out. Prussia and I don't know what happened to you or why anything that has happened, even happened. Okay? Cool dude. I'm going to climb up this grape vine thing Prussia okay? Just look after Romano. Take him to the infirmary. You can...deal with what happens there. I know you can. I'm going to go up that vine thing now and tell everyone what happened here. But Romano, you're tell us that America engaged in pursuit with some other guy that wasn't a nation?"
Romano quieted as he thought about the guy more in his blurry thoughts.
A man lanky and tall just the same size as America... Black hair and sharp grey...blue? eyes... He had a lot of bruises on his face too most likely from America's steel punches... they talk about something and he goes after America...America goes outside the room... That was the last time I saw them. I saw Spain then... but I knew that guy was the one who did it. I just knew it. My gut told me it was. With the way America was fighting him so fiercely and running...I knew it was him who hurt Spain and us. But I just ran after them. I didn't check Spain. I just ran past everyone, who were on the ground so quietly. So quiet. Everyone so quiet. I hear a shattering crash and when I reach the hallway I see a foot escaping through the window, behind the majestic burgundy curtains. I run there, but everything is swirling and my body is sluggish. How was America running so normally when every step was the heaviest weight I'd ever felt? I reach the window gasping and the light is so bright. I squint and cover my eyes. I want to yell after them but I couldn't. I couldn't talk. There was no energy for that at all. So I climb over the trimming and onto the ledge...I slip off the roof... and I don't remember so much more. But the grey surrounding me in a haze and my last struggling steps to where that black figure was disappearing to and into the woods.
Prussia and Denmark were looking at each other in a quiet worry as Romano didn't confirm anything. Prussia was about to speak when Romano continued.
"Yeah. There was a guy really well built but he was lean. He was fighting with America. I'm sure I've never seen him before but he felt familiar too. He chases after America and go past the doors out of my view. I try my best to run after them..."
Romano begins to sob.
"I-I-III DIDN'T EVEN CHECK TO SEE IF ANYONE WAS ALRIGHT. SOB* I DIDN'T EVEN CHECK TO SEE IF SPAIN WAS ALRIGHT. I SAW HIM. A-AND I-III J-JUST RAN PAST EVERYONE. I RAN PAST HIM. I'M SO AWFUL! WAHHH."
Prussia glided to Romano and embraced him. It was not too tight but just enough to bring assurance. Romano was caught off guard and at first was going to push him away but instead didn't and let Prussia continue to hug him further.
Romano sniffled while quietly saying, "Ugh, sniffle* sniffle. T-thanks Prussia. I kind of need this...right now. Because it's so hard. I'M so awful. I just wanted to help America. I wanted to beat that guy into a pulp. I just KNEW HE WAS THE ONE WHO DID IT TO SPAIN. I JUST KNEW IT!"
Romano began to shiver intensely with rage while Prussia continue to smile softly and hug Romano.
Denmark stated quietly, "Thank you Romano. Alright, I have the right information to tell the others. I'm going now Prussia. See you."
Prussia chirped, "Alright," as Denmark ran towards the wall and started to climb the vine thing, while wondering why he didn't see it before and how that would have made his life so much easier a little bit before. He grasped for the rim of the roof and managed to pull his self upwards. He did have pride having been a Viking and their amazing body strength. Though they still felt pain. They weren't immune to it.
Denmark jumped over the trimming of the window and was inside again to the marble hallway. Realizing how cold it was actually outside he relished the warm heat coming from the building for a second. After warming up for a minute, Denmark picked up momentum and ran straight towards England. He was going to stop when he realized that the floors were waxier that he thought or didn't think? So England saw in slow motion as he turned to see the running old Viking, just try to come to a halt but then skidding past him many more meters away and crashing into another poor fated to be broken giant palm tree pot. England grimaced from the sound and France finally snapped out of his stupor while turning to see what created the sound. The crash was loud and deafening that it startled everyone within the area. The crash was heard everywhere. China and the rest looked upward to the ceiling as the lamp swayed a bit. Lithuania wondered, "What could they be doing up there?"
Germany, Cuba, Estonia, being the quickest to respond to stimuli burst through the doors first before anyone could get off their chairs. Germany barked demanding what happened to find themselves staring at a dirt covered Denmark and sliding dirt making ground over the marble flooring. Iceland hurriedly went past Germany and the rest and went to Denmark. He asked with gentle concern if he was alright. Denmark nodded affirming that he was while replying hurriedly, "Yeah! Yeah, I'm quite fine or as fine as I'm going to be okay today."
Denmark's expression became stern as he patted off the dirt from his jacket and started at Germany with determination.
"Okay, we actually have a MAJOR problem other than the second pot being broken."
Germany anxiously was the first to say, "What? What is it Denmark. Out with it. You gave us all quite a scare!"
Denmark sighed and stared them with leveled vision.
"It's Romano."
Cuba's eyes enlarged as he said, "Oh no... what's happened now?"
"We, being Prussia and I, found Romano collapsed outside in the tea garden behind the main lobby on the first floor. He mentioned some stuff about America and a guy? But I'm not sure of the details yet but something definitely went down other than all of us collapsing and Spain being mysteriously beaten. Romano claims that some guy beat Spain up and in revenge America was having a battle with the guy. They both disappear and Romano tried to pursue them but due to the affects of the headaches he passes out. That's all I got," Denmark clarified.
Germany's and Estonia's expression became stern and solemn. Cuba quietly added in, "Well... that makes sense. Was wondering where the American bastard was. He's usually the first to chirp up in his ideas in solving problems and shit. Thought he was scouting around..."
Estonia also stated, "No, we didn't send his to scout accounting that we didn't see him. I thought...oh never mind. That does explain...something?" Estonia paused and then inquired to Germany, "Germany, do you think that guy has something to do with why all of us passed out?"
Germany shook his head with genuinely concerned, "I don't know what to think of right now... This is all a mess. So far we know that we have an injured nation and now we find that Romano was also injured in this event. The civilians in this whole building are gone. And the phone lines have been cut as the 3rd scouting group of Northern Ireland and Scotland have found. And it's already the next day, but none of our bosses called in questioning why we didn't come home. Now we have a missing in action nation. And it doesn't help that the one missing in action, that we are currently all at his home when this occurred. I had been thinking that perhaps America was involved with today's or yesterday's event. I noted that he hadn't been around but I had kept quiet about that. Now he's the one missing. Sheesh. Really, this is a can of messes."
Estonia looked surprised as he shocking inquired to Germany, "You thought that America was involved in this mess?"
Germany guiltily said as he tussled his hair in frustration, "Da. I mean, yes. America who has always been the first to hog the spotlight was eerily gone. It didn't help to see that all of his civilians were gone as well and that the phone wires were cut and the doors leading outside were locked from outside. It was only through Scotland's brute force that he and Northern Ireland reopened the main entrances door. And they brought us the chains and the cut wires as pieces to the crime. I thought...that maybe America, with him being absent and all...I'm sorry. It was wrong of me. I shouldn't have doubted him like that."
Iceland who had a leaning Denmark on his shoulder piped in, "I believe that America wasn't the one to have done something like that."
Estonia asked, "Why do you say that?"
Iceland couldn't find the words to describe the feeling he had but he tried to. He shyly muttered now becoming aware that everyone was looking at him that, "I-I feel that America wouldn't be able to be involved in something like this! The days leading up to y-y-yesterday, he didn't once act out of the norm. It was kind of weird that he didn't go to present the plans of his government that day, but I don't feel that the things that happened to us, came from him. That's all."
Iceland was starting to blush due to everyone's attention when Norway breaks through the crowd behind Estonia and chuckled, "That's enough everyone. My dear baby brother doesn't enjoy it when you look at him too much."
Iceland becoming angry squawked, "Norway! I'm not the only one! You do that too!"
Norway pleasantly smug brushed off Iceland's retort and demanded that everyone reenter the room to now discuss new theories and whether or not to return the calls to their bosses and government.
Norway insisted, "If we don't solve what happened to us yesterday today, I'm sure something else will occur. My magical friends, Lugh the troll, have whispered to me that they feel something ominous lurking in the air. So we should figure out decisive actions right now before we are all targeted again. We are not even sure if what happened was meant for an exclusive few or if it was a mistake that we all happened to faint. What matters now is that we were all targeted and now one of our fellow nations has been targeted personally by the perpetrator. We don't know of his whereabouts or if he is alright. We still don't know if our bosses were in on it. So I say we do something risqué and try calling one of our bosses back." Norway finished his speech with a grim smile but determined to try it out.
Cuba joked half heartedly while gesturing his hands up in a precautious way, "Norway, I know we have to fix our predicament but what if our bosses and nations actually DID have a hand in what happened to us? By calling back, what will happen to us? Should we relocate to somewhere safer?"
Germany mentioned as well, "Didn't one of us already deduce that we fainted due to the drink that we were sent by the catering? The ones who brought in the snacks and the juices were the same faces we see from what I can recall of. Nothing was amiss."
Estonia agreed, "It was actually France who found out there was some sort of powdery substance at the bottom of the punch bowl. And since France studied sciences and fashion when he went to the human universities, he quickly deduced that there was a sleeping component in the powder. Where is France actually?"
England begrudgingly reminded them all by shouting, "WE ARE STILL HERE. OUTSIDE. BEHIND YOU ALL. JUST IN FUCKING CASE YOU NOTICED!"
Everyone turned behind in shock and with pardon. France picked himself up due to England's shock as France bowed to everyone with one hand in front and one hand in back.
"I'm so so sorry, for my unsightly behavior before. I've calmed down and am willing to help with the investigation. I'll give you my report on the substances...and leave the rest taking care of Spain to...China and all." France finished quietly as he still hung himself in a bowing manner.
England quickly picking up the arising atmosphere joked, "Alright, Alright France. You can get up now. We all forgive you. This situation really shocked all of us. So we feel you, as one of America's terms dictate. We "feel" you."
Denmark not reading the atmosphere chimed in, "Oh man, I left skid marks on the floor. Am I going to get in trouble for this?" Denmark asked. As soon as he said that Denmark realized, "wait, didn't I see skid marks near the broken window too?" Iceland was about to respond when everyone heard…
"Oi Spain! Spain! Where are you? You Tomato Bastard?"
Everyone at the group with Denmark turned to Romano who had appeared from climbing over the trimming of the broken window. Prussia followed behind still nagging to Romano, "Romano-kin seriously, you need to get to an infirmary. We can look for Spain later...and I think...he's already there. Wait. Hold on. Stop walking so fast!"
Prussia struggled to keep up with the fuming Italian who looked as if he never fainted or anything but was just perfectly fine. He strode past France and England, England still crouching on the floor because his legs actually fell asleep, and went straight to the Potato Bastard.
Romano was always weary of Germany, but he knew that Germany did his job well and always knew everything about whatever was going on.
"YOU! POTATO BASTARD. I FEEL FINE NOW. SO CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHERE SPAIN IS? AND if you know, where the hell is my stupid brother?"
Denmark automatically responded, "Your brother is around scouting…I'm actually going to go help him right now. BYE!" And Denmark ran. Everyone else was stilled sort of stunned by the crash and the situation they had been discussing and were late in reacting as to why Denmark wanted to get the hell out of there. Germany was the first to understand and quickly said, "Um, well, well... Spain is being attended to right now so it'd be better if you're here with us while we discuss and organize the pieces of the puzzle that we have found. We also need your testimony in what happened to you. So after France's explanation of what he found, you can talk to Spain. Alright?"
Germany's forehead was sweating as he was already seeing Romano run to the infirmary and make a scene when right now they didn't need something like that. Iceland catching on, latched on to Romano while nodding to Norway to also latch on and do the same. They brought Romano begrudgingly into the meeting room with the rest following behind. Before France entered the room he asked England as to why he was still on the floor. England's legs had fallen asleep so he couldn't move without crying from the tingly sensation of pricking needles all around. But even so he didn't want to appear weak in front of the Frenchy due to his pride. England hiding his embarrassment quickly said, "Ah! Well! I just realized I really like crouching! I've not ever really done it before! So I'm just going to stay out here. It's not like you're going to need me for anything anyways. I didn't see anything. I was just there on the floor like all the rest. So. I'm quite good here. And plus no one is watching out for this hallway, so might as well be in charge of that." England ended curtly almost saying as if Okay-FRANCE-YOU-CAN-TOTALLY-LEAVE-NOW. France smiled and said before he left, "Thanks for before," and disappeared through the doors. England stunned yelled, "What did you say again?" England for a second thought very good and wanted to hear that again. But France didn't give him the benefit.
France called back, "You heard me! I don't need to say it again!"
Denmark went back to the shattered window. No one else had noticed yet that it was shattered. They may have just thought that the window was only open. But it wasn't. Not by a long shot. Denmark quickly began to examine the skid marks on the floor. They looked a bit different than the ones he just made with his leather shoes. These skid marks had a rubber like capacity to them. And they had also been done immediately so Denmark thought…
So whom ever stopped here, stopped immediately while throwing themselves through the window to the outside. They must have been in a hurry too since if the person or persons had time, they'd just open it. No need to break stuff unconditionally. .. And they must have landed safely on the ground like elegant swans if they wanted to survive this height like me and Prussia did. Seriously, this is the second floor. Why is this becoming a fad? Oh what is this? A leather strip of cloth?"
Denmark carefully reached for the strip of clothe that was caught on a part of the broken glass.
"Hmmmm…I feel like I've seen his before. But I can't put my finger on it. Brown. Caramel. Burnt honey. Denmark. THINK! Wait a second! It's caramel brown and whom do I see wear caramel brown everyday? Omg. Isn't it Am-..."
"Oi Denmark!"
Denmark unexpectedly snapped out of his serious thinking to see who was coming.
"Eh? Oh hey Italy. What's up dude? Wait, oh yeah your brother is looking for you. Em, actually I was actually wondering where you were too. I hadn't seen you since we all fainted. Well, before we all fainted. Um….what's going on behind you? A white puff? What is that?"
Denmark leaned in towards the white puff in true intrigue. Italy looked behind and smiled with worry. "Oh? Ummmmmmmmm, t-that's Greece and T-turkey fighting. I...can't seem to find a way to make them stop."
Italy then clasped his hands together and sputtered, "PLEASE! Please Denmark! Help me make them at peace! Can you partner up with one of them? Please? I can't do this all by myself! I don't know why Estonia told me I couldddddd. D"
Italy began to cry as Denmark fumbled and yammered, "Yeah! Yeah! I'll help! Don't worry Italy. I'm going to help you. I was just...Um, um? Uh? Oh Damn. Now I can't remember what I almost remembered!" Sigh*
Denmark was putting on his thinking hard face with his eyes all closed. Until Italy broke his concentration by asking, "Oh by the way, Denmark have you seen America around? He was just here! B-b-bbut I haven't been able to find him and I've been scouting all around! But I just can't find him. :v."
Turkey stepped out of the giant puff of cloud and dusted himself off while agreeing, "Tis true. I haven't seen that blonde since before we drank that delicious drink that the happened to knock us out."
Greece also stepped out of the cloud still angry but trying to restrain himself and agreed. "Actually now that you mention it, it has been awfully quiet since then. I mean, America's unusually sunny disposition is shining …but I haven't seen him either. That's weird," Greece added. Turkey looked at the weird puff still lingering even though they weren't both fighting and in it anymore. Phenomena?
Denmark's brain clicked in realization as he finally discovered where he always saw that caramel color. It was coming to him and in his mind he saw America coming into vision and raising his hand in a hello.
"America," Denmark said with a mix of fear and realization.
Turkey said, "No yeah. I know. Neither Italy, Me or this other guy beside me have seen America since then."
"HEY WHO YOU CALLING THIS OTHER GUY you evil Turkey!"
"I'M NOT EVIL DAMMIT! GREECE WHY I OUGHTA…!"
Italy laced himself in between the ready to fight round 2 (DING DING) can't get along duo. Italy looked at Denmark with a "see please help me now cause I can't do this alone" look. And Denmark said it again while stretching out his arm and showing them what was between his fingers.
"This."
Turkey voiced, "Yes?"
"This! This is America's jacket. Well, a part of it. I found it latched onto this broken window over here. And it was actually deduced from Romano, your brother Italy, that America is now missing in action. He's the one who broke this window. Now I'm sure of it. "
That was when everyone except Denmark turned their attention to the broken window and were in awe to this new information.
"Oh. I didn't notice that there," Greece said.
"Me too," Italy chimed in.
"Me three," said Turkey reluctantly.
"Never thought I'd see the day we actually agreed on something," said Turkey to Greece. And Greece said, "Yeah me too. And as much as I thought I'd be disgusted by it I'm amazingly not. You?"
Turkey winced and said, "Me too."
Italy said happily, "Veeee! You agreed again! Wow, twice in a row! But then, America isn't here then?"
Denmark responded, "Yeah, America is missing."
Italy darkly questioned, "Denmark... you don't seem so preoccupied. Are you not worried?"
Denmark looked stunned by Italy's question but answered, "Oh No! No, I didn't mean it like that! I just have reasonable confidence as a strong nation myself that America can take care of his self. He's pretty strong you know. Strangely strong. The only way he'd ever fall is if he encountered someone as strong as him and God knows that's not even possible in this lifetime. Hahaha! You know?" Denmark joked around by lightly punching Italy's shoulder as he added, "America would back down if he knew he was in danger. He may be an airhead like us but he's got wits to his brain too. The reason he'd engage in a fight would be only if he was for sure that he'd win. So don't worry. We'll find him and get out of this mess together!"
Italy's eyes opened as he realized that what he saw before wasn't in fact the real America but a figment of his imagination. Oh...that makes sense. America isn't here. He wasn't there when I thought he was. Now he's gone. We've got to find him just like Denmark said!
Italy regained his smile as he politely agreed, "Yes SIR! We're going to find America and FIX all of this! So we can all be happy again and continue to help out world!"
Denmark smiled as he turned to Greece and Turkey again. The two were discussing something about making a treaty of peace between them selves.
"That's got to be a record with all the agreeing you've both been doing," chimed in Denmark. "Maybe you two are not as different as you both make out to be."
And with that Turkey and Greece both looked at each other and decided to shake on it. Though, they couldn't exactly meet each others eyes while shaking.
"Okay so maybe we could try… for today… to…to… get along since there are weird things happening about and we're the ones who are going to solve this," stuttered Greece.
"So we're going to do something strange out of the norm now like how Russia was trying to use non-violence earlier today?" Remembering what occurred but a mere hour ago brought a smile across all their faces as they half chuckled in harmony.
Alright, it may not be as bad to be together with this guy for today. I mean Greece was so cute when he was a little kid. But then he kept getting bigger and…ugh. Maybe I shouldn't think about this now. Yes for today…an experiment. Can't hurt too bad and it isn't hurting thus far. But okay Denmark had found a strip of American's jacket hanging on a shattered glass at this window. Now we know he left from this way and pursuit of whomever else was there against us. But it bothers me. Why were Spain and America the only ones up? They were the ones beaten by this guy. While the rest of us weren't targeted even though we were very vulnerable.
Turkey questioned to all after bringing his hand to his mouth, "Why? Why did Spain get messed up? Spain couldn't have gotten beaten up out of random choice." Turkey said while the others registered what he was saying with uncomfortable movement. Turkey continued, "I know this may be unlikely, but I think that maybe there was something in America's and Spain's body that nullified the powder's elements. That's why they didn't get affected and sleep. And if they did drink it, why were they the only ones to wake up the fastest? We all woke up today around 3 pm. Well... most of us. It just doesn't make sense. And why haven't our bosses called us? Denmark...Greece, Italy, and I, weren't in the meeting while they were discussing things. Do you have any new information for us? Heck, we didn't even know America was missing!"
Greece pondered and agreed, "I don't like it how America went on his own. On top of while we were all passed out. Had there been, any other persons around, they may have done who knows what to us! He should have waited for us to wake up. But we can't judge since we were consciously "absent" from the event. And although I don't like America as much because he always abruptly comes over to Japan's house and interrupts our Cat Chats, I am still worried."
Turkey looked strangely at Greece while mouthing, "Cat chats?"
"Yes, Cat Chats. It's our symposium of all things cats and cute things. You're not invited Turkey, by the way."
Turkey puffed up fuming, "WHO SAID I WANTED TO BE INVITED! I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!"
Denmark quickly patted their backs, "Hey! Weren't you both going to try being FRIENDLY to each other? TRY BEING FRIENDLY." Greece and Turkey paled at Denmark's rising scary aura and both nodded in agreement very quickly.
Italy not hearing anything else just morosely thought, "I saw America...but then he disappeared. But if a think about it...America wouldn't disappear that quickly. I think...I think I saw something different that a daydream... He sounded realer as if he was there behind me. But all evidence points that he wasn't there. But why is it that I feel in my heart: that he was there?"
Italy grasped his jacket in the location where his heart was. He tensed up as he shut his eyes in worry.
"B-but I saw him there! He cheered me up...didn't he?...N- no, I-I didn't really see him. I just heard his voice behind me. But I felt his touch...but then...he wasn't... there. Was it was really my imagination? Veeeeeeeeeeeee, this is so confusing." n
Denmark looked at Italy's worrying face and said, "Okay guys."
Everyone looked up.
"I think we should go ask the big man himself. Spain. I'm not sure if he's awake yet. But he ought to make it right. Clear our theories! And see what information he has on America. We aren't going to figure out anything else by just standing here. We've got a mystery to solve! So let's get going!"
Greece said, "But isn't Spain in surgery right now? Would he be awake?"
Denmark replied, "Well, it's been an hour since then. So we might as well check now."
Turkey shrugged and said, "I'm down. Let's go."
"Okay! Let's go to Spain Ni chan!" Italy agreed with enthusiasm while wiping the early tears from his eyes. Italy walked sniffling when Turkey patted Italy's back very directly and heavy like that it made a THUMP sound.
Italy jolted with some fear but became less tense when he saw Turkey smiling.
Turkey reassured Italy by taking out a tissue packet from his pocket.
"Here you go. I know Spain is really important to you. But I don't think he's going to like seeing you so sad. Smile. That's what you are really good at. It's almost annoying how good you are at it. Hahaha! So you should go do that right now, if anything," Turkey ended with a fierce security of understanding in his eyes and Italy returned it with a "YES! SIR!"
"Yes, Turkey is right. Denmark is right. Greece is right. We're going to solve this. And everything will be okay again just like yesterday. Just like before today, " Italy blissfully hoped.
As Italy and Denmark trotted off ahead, Greece smiled at the words Turkey had just spoken to Italy. It brought this melancholy feeling in his chest as Greece grabbed his shirt. Greece was then filled with old memories of Turkey saying such kind words to him, when he was down and out too. Greece let go of his shirt and smiled while closing his eyes in a sense of bliss. When he opened his eyes he saw that Denmark, Italy, and Turkey were already more than halfway down the hallway and Greece began to run to catch up.
"Hey! Wait for me," Greece quietly bellowed.
On a side note: England said to no one in particular, while now leaning against the wall on the floor of the hallway, "Is it me or is everyone suddenly running a lot?"
Author Notes:
Hello thanks for reading always! ^U^ Really sorry for the long breaks. I just couldn't find a way to begin correcting the story since there were so many horrendously written pages. And after a couple more chapters, I haven't begun to write what comes further ahead. But it is all coming to mind now so I'm going to try writing more this year 2015. Okay. coolness~ Have a good day!