A Spirit of my Own 2
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October 10 2009, 18:00:41 UTC
Germany woke up in the middle of the night to find Veneziano shaking him urgently.
Several hours later, he was on conference call with as many other nations as he could get ahold of, one arm awkwardly wrapped aroung Veneziano, trying to stop the sobs that were wracking the nation's body. "And so if anyone has heard of or seen South Italy in the past 24 hours, it would be greatly appreciated if you could contact me," he barked, and as soon as he had hung up Veneziano went into full-on bawling. Germany patted his shoulder stiffly. "It's alright. We'll find him. Besides, he can take care of himself- he could have just gone out for a stroll." Even as he said them the words sounded false in his mouth.
"He would have told me!" Veneziano wailed. "He's my big brother! Big brothers don't just- they don't just leave like that, Germany!" And then Veneziano's head was buried in his chest, and Germany's neatly starched shirt was getting more and more tearstained by the second, and even if Germany had never been fond of Romano, he prayed fervently that the missing nation would soon be found.
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"You're skin's kinda yellowish, Canada. Are you getting sick?"
Canada smiled at his brother and shook his head. This was getting weird. Canada was definitely getting taller- he was almost a head above America now, and America didn't like having to look up into those kind violet eyes. "I feel fine, America."
America shrugged and shoveled in another handful of french fries. "Weird about Italy's brother. Where do you think he went?"
"I don't know, honestly." Canada sighed, and his violet eyes flickered. "That's really strange. Even the Italies shouldn't be kidnapped that easily by humans."
"So it has to be a nation, right?" America brightened. "It's like a mystery! Obviously I'm not a suspect. I'm the hero. And you wouldn't do anything like that, right Canada?" Canada shook his head. "OK. So... Who could have done it? Germany might have. Everyone knows that Romano hates him. England probably not- even if he wanted to, he's too pathetic. Spain's ruled out. Turkey maybe- he's empire crazy, remember?"
"...I don't know, America," murmured Canada. "I get the feeling that he got kidnapped for something else- because if someone was trying to start an empire, wouldn't they tell other people that they managed to conquer Italy? I mean, it's not hard, but it's a start..."
America frowned. "What else would someone kidnap a nation for? And why Romano? It's not like he's useful for anything. I mean, he's kinda fat and obnoxious."
"I guess we'll figure out what's happening when his people start suffering..." Canada sighed. Whoever had kidnapped Romano, it was a pity that the Italian people would have to suffer along with their nation.
"Yeah. That sucks." America finished the last fry and licked the grease off his fingers. "You sure you don't want anything to eat, Canada?"
"I'm not hungry, thanks."
"Whatever you say. What, you gonna go back home and eat some moose?" America laughed playfully and punched Canada in the shoulder. Canada was shoved off the chair by the force; he came back up a few seconds later, laughing his quiet little laugh. It was nice to spend time with Canada, America thought to himself. No matter how unappreciated the nation was by everyone else, he had always been a great brother.
Several hours later, he was on conference call with as many other nations as he could get ahold of, one arm awkwardly wrapped aroung Veneziano, trying to stop the sobs that were wracking the nation's body. "And so if anyone has heard of or seen South Italy in the past 24 hours, it would be greatly appreciated if you could contact me," he barked, and as soon as he had hung up Veneziano went into full-on bawling. Germany patted his shoulder stiffly. "It's alright. We'll find him. Besides, he can take care of himself- he could have just gone out for a stroll." Even as he said them the words sounded false in his mouth.
"He would have told me!" Veneziano wailed. "He's my big brother! Big brothers don't just- they don't just leave like that, Germany!" And then Veneziano's head was buried in his chest, and Germany's neatly starched shirt was getting more and more tearstained by the second, and even if Germany had never been fond of Romano, he prayed fervently that the missing nation would soon be found.
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"You're skin's kinda yellowish, Canada. Are you getting sick?"
Canada smiled at his brother and shook his head. This was getting weird. Canada was definitely getting taller- he was almost a head above America now, and America didn't like having to look up into those kind violet eyes. "I feel fine, America."
America shrugged and shoveled in another handful of french fries. "Weird about Italy's brother. Where do you think he went?"
"I don't know, honestly." Canada sighed, and his violet eyes flickered. "That's really strange. Even the Italies shouldn't be kidnapped that easily by humans."
"So it has to be a nation, right?" America brightened. "It's like a mystery! Obviously I'm not a suspect. I'm the hero. And you wouldn't do anything like that, right Canada?" Canada shook his head. "OK. So... Who could have done it? Germany might have. Everyone knows that Romano hates him. England probably not- even if he wanted to, he's too pathetic. Spain's ruled out. Turkey maybe- he's empire crazy, remember?"
"...I don't know, America," murmured Canada. "I get the feeling that he got kidnapped for something else- because if someone was trying to start an empire, wouldn't they tell other people that they managed to conquer Italy? I mean, it's not hard, but it's a start..."
America frowned. "What else would someone kidnap a nation for? And why Romano? It's not like he's useful for anything. I mean, he's kinda fat and obnoxious."
"I guess we'll figure out what's happening when his people start suffering..." Canada sighed. Whoever had kidnapped Romano, it was a pity that the Italian people would have to suffer along with their nation.
"Yeah. That sucks." America finished the last fry and licked the grease off his fingers. "You sure you don't want anything to eat, Canada?"
"I'm not hungry, thanks."
"Whatever you say. What, you gonna go back home and eat some moose?" America laughed playfully and punched Canada in the shoulder. Canada was shoved off the chair by the force; he came back up a few seconds later, laughing his quiet little laugh. It was nice to spend time with Canada, America thought to himself. No matter how unappreciated the nation was by everyone else, he had always been a great brother.
Canada smiled without opening his mouth.
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