The Hero

7: bags of pasta

Ryter's P.O.V.

I was walking to the store to go get some things to make pasta. I was back to sleeping at my brothers' place and I knew Italy would want to make pasta when they got home. He was always so happy and some how making pasta made him happier. It was sometimes weird how happy he could get.

I walked into the store and heard a faint ding announcing my entrance. I went strait for the pasta. I also grabbed some tomato sauce and chocolate for a snack later. I headed towards the counter and payed for the stuff and headed home.

Once I was there I reached into my pocket and pulled out the key. I was just about to put the key in the lock when an arm wrapped around my waist and a damp clothe was placed over my mouth and nose. I struggle and held my breath before making my body go limp. But the person who held me seemed to know my trick and waited until I was forced to take a breath in. The world started to go black and I felt as the person picked me up and took me away.

Italy's P.O.V.

"Come on-a Doitsu Riley's probably waiting for us." I said as I ran down the street towards the house. I couldn't wait to make pasta with Ryter. We always ended up having a pasta war and throwing pasta at each other. It was also difficult to clean the walls and roof free of pasta before Ludwig found out. And so far we've managed to do that.

"Italia, vhy can you run zhis fast now but not during training?" Germany asked as he tried to keep pace with me.

"Cause PASTA~" I said and ran a bit faster. But when I came to the front door I stopped in my tracks. My eyes opened and widened as I looked at what was on the little porch. Bags that looked like they were dropped and tomato sauce seemed to be leaking from one of the bags.

"Doitsu!" I said running back towards him. I ran right into him and wrapped my arms around his torso. "SOMETHINGHAPPENEDANDITHINKITHADSOMETHINGTODOWITHRYTERBECAUSETHERESBAGSOFSTUFFTHATSHEPROBABLYBOUGHTSOWECOULDMAKEPASTA.GERMANYWHATIFSOMETHINGBADHAPPENEDTOHER?!" I cried but Germany wasn't paying attention.

He just stared at the bags on the porch. He seemed to have come to the same conclusion but who would want to do this to Ryter? She's been nothing but nice to everyone. Even when some of the countries were mean to her she was always nice to them. If they needed to be put back in their place then either Germany, Prussia or Natrista would do it for her.

"Ve need to call Natrista and America to see if zhey know anyzhing." Germany said and I nodded. I ran into the house after Germany unlocked it and headed strait for the phone. I called Natrista and Germany said he'd call America.

"Hello this is Emily." Her voice slightly crackled over the phone.

"EMILY DO YOU KNOW WHERE RILEY IS??? WE GOT HOME TO FIND SHE WASN'T HERE AND THERES BAGS ON THE PORCH THAT SEEM AS IF THEY WERE DROPPED!!! PLEASE TELL ME SHE'S WITH YOU RIGHT KNOW!!!" I yelled into the phone.

"I'm sorry Italy but I haven't seen her since I was last over." Natrista said and I knew she was being honest.

"O- okay please keep an eye out for her and call if you find her." I said hanging up before she could ask questions. I didn't want to be mean but I just didn't want to answer anyone's questions.

Suddenly the door bell rang. I ran to the door and answered it. I opened the door to see Japan and America standing there. I wrapped my arms around both of them before the lightly shoved me off. I moved to the side and let them enter.

After a while of looking the four of us returned to Germany's house. None of us had found her and we had no idea who would kidnap her. I felt as the tears started to slide down my cheeks. I ran and hugged Germany, crying into his chest.

"Don't vorry Italia, we'll find her." He said placing a hand on my back.

But what if we couldn't find her? What if she was being tortured? Who took her and why? Was the reason because they wanted her to dissolve just like Holy Rome?

With those thoughts I started to cry even harder. But when I finally started sniffling I let go of Germany and made my way to the kitchen. For the first time in my life I wasn't in the mood for pasta. Not when it would bring up memories of Ryter. It's just the fact that if I thought of her then I would end up thinking about her dissolving. And those thoughts would lead to me thinking of Holy Rome. I couldn't think of them.

For once I had to be strong. I had to be strong when everyone seemed to be weak. It was a bit weird but I knew it was true. Countries would be suffering because Ryter already meant something to all of them.