Zubicu- a Hetalia fanfic.

Chapter 4

This is gonna be the biggest screw-up so far, probably. Tell me if I need to make Japan say an R for his L?

~Sasha (Wolfie)

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Stepping out of my rather comfortable room, I look around the almost pure-white marble hallway cautiously before quietly easing the door closed behind me. Turning the bronze-gold coloured metal door handle slowly to seal it, I only dare to let go when I'm sure it's fully closed and won't swing open on me. Then, I move forwards on the soft red carpet, almost padding as I try to move silently, my eyes wide and apprehensive as I look around. Luckily, the carpet's soft, so it means my footsteps are muffled anyway.

I realize I'm on the top floor. If memory does serve me correctly for once, Italy's house has three huge floors, each really high and with about five rooms at least. And that's just what I discovered with my spare time and abilities that allowed me only limited exploration when I was little. There's still probably so many rooms to discover. Maybe, now I'm grown up and can look after myself, then once this is over I can come back for a visit to Italy's house again and discover the rest of the rooms!

Snapping myself out of my thoughts and forcing myself to concentrate, I carefully check around,  and once I'm sure the coast is clear still, make my way over to the elegant marble stairs. Can't waste time thinking now, I tell myself. If you do you risk getting caught.

I pause for a moment, listening intently, before once more judging the coast to be clear and walk down them silently. When I reach the bottom I quickly jump into the shadows when I hear footsteps approaching. Pressing myself up against the wall, I watch as Germany marches up to me, past me, and away down the hallway again. I hear a door shutting further down the hallway a few moments later. Breathing out slowly in relief, I step out of the shadows, forcing my pounding heart to calm down in fear of someone hearing in the otherwise silent hallways so I'm found out. I move down the corridor again, and begin the lengthy process of looking around for an exit.

A few minutes later of wandering around, hiding from the others when I hear them pass, and I find myself in a large, dark room of the huge mansion. Judging by the amount of dust over the amount of items here this room hasn't been used in a while. Luckily, this makes it all the easier for my escape as it reduces the risk of me being caught.

Very quietly, I hide behind the door, checking nobody's in the corridor. When I'm sure it's clear I close the door. Once that's done, I walk over to the huge, glass-panelled window at the opposite side of the room to the door and slide my fingers under the gap at the bottom, locking them around the edge and ensuring I have a firm grip. With a grunt of effort, I heave it open, wincing at the pain in my side as I do so. Once I've opened it wide enough, I lock it in place, and lean over to look out. I  see I'm on the second floor and still quite high from the ground, but luckily there's a fairly large oak tree a little way below me I could leap into quite easily- I just have to get my jump angle right. The branches look quite strong and should be able to take my weight. I decide to take the risk. After all, it's better than being handed over to another country.

Hopping up onto the sill, I balance carefully in a crouched position, my shoulder-length brown curls blowing about my face with the sudden wind, one hand gripping the white side of the windowframe and the other on the edge of the surprisingly wooden sill facing out, balancing on the balls of my feet. I'm just about to jump when I'm stopped by a familiar voice.

"Zubicu-chan?"

My eyes widen at the familiar voice behind me. I turn my head round to look, but keep my body facing out the window, and see Japan himself standing in the doorway, staring at me with a confused look. One of his hands is still on the handle.

Great, so much for not being caught. "J-Japan-chan!" He closes the door behind him, and takes a few steps toward me, smiling, but I shake my head. "Don't come any closer!"

"Or what? What will you do?" he asks, stopping where he is as his smile disappears. I close my eyes and loosen my grip a little.

"I'll do it. I'll jump. If I get my angle even slightly wrong, which I would if I jumped suddenly because you got too close, I could land badly. Do you really want to be the cause of my death?" I blurt, before I realise what I said and flinch at my own words. Did I just threaten him with my own life? I open my eyes and see his are wide with shared shock.

"Z-Zubicu-chan, you wouldn't do that." he says softly, his voice a shocked whisper. I feel a strange pang in my heart and oddly enough, want nothing more than to leap down from this windowsill and let him take me, but stay strong and nod my head.

"You're right, I wouldn't. But I could sure try." I say, strongly, not a hint of a lie in my voice. "Please, Japan, I don't want to be captured like some wild animal. I want to stay independent, at least for now."

He nods. "I understand, but think this over first. If you run you're putting yourself at risk to England-san, and he's worse than all of us. This whole war all started because I only wanted to protect you from him." he admits, looking away at the floor as he says the last sentence.

I find it hard to come back from that particular admission, and instead drop the conversation, just turning my head back round to face outside again, and stay on the windowsill, trying my best not to lose my grip. To do this I'm forced to close my eyes for more focus. Unfortunately, I don't see Japan until I feel two arms wrap around my waist, lifting me carefully yes swiftly from the windowsill, wary of my wound.

My eyes fly open as I realise Japan had taken the advantage he gained to sneak up on me and stop me from jumping. I fight to get free, but he holds me firm as he shuts and locks the window. Only then does he let me go and I stumble back, falling on a red couch. I jump up again, my swords drawn instantly as I take a step forward, only to be stopped. I glare at Japan, holding the gleaming silver blades up in front of me. "Let. Me. Go." I growl.

He just stares at me, blankly, his face keeping its usual emotionless looks about it, until my emerald-green eyes accidentally meet his dark brown ones. My eyes widen as I realise exactly what I'm doing- threatening one of my best friends. I lower my swords down and put them away, never taking my gaze from him in case he tries to make a move. Only when both of the swords are safely in their holders do I dare to move my gaze from him, looking at the ground and refusing to look back up at him.

Suddenly, I find him right in front of me once more. He tilts my head up, forcing me to look him in the eyes again.

"At least stay with me until your wound is better, Sasha-chan." he whispers. I nod faintly, not looking away from his eyes. A small smile hints at his lips, and he presses them to mine. My eyes fly wide open in shock and before I can react he's pulled away. With a small smile, he leaves. I stare at nothing in particular, my eyes still wide, as I touch a hand to my lips.

What on earth just happened?