I couldn't think all because my thoughts were shrouded by fear. There were too many clocks in here. Suddenly there was a voice calling to me. Slowly I opened my eyes to see Francis. He held his arms out to me. I slowly got out of the curled up position, and crept into them. He supported my weight and walked over to one of the clocks. He said something that, at the time, I didn't understand. I'd closed my eyes and when I opened them we were someplace else.
The room was light with a single lamp that cast its warm glow over everything. It had warm colored paint on the walls, and I found my eyelids drooping and soon, I was asleep.
When I woke up I heard voices, but I could only place names to one of them.
"He fell asleep a second after he got here." France said.
"Did he have any nightmares?" Someone asked.
"No." Francis answered. I opened my eyes. I was in the same room as I was when I fell asleep. I noticed more this time though. There were more people than I thought; like I saw Abbi and her 2p, Janet. Off to the right of my vision were my fratellos Lovino and his 2p, Flavio. I also noticed that I was on a bed, a comfortable bed too.
I slid my legs off the edge and eased myself into a sitting position.
"Feliciano," The voice from before said, "how did you sleep?" Then I turned around. It was the Englishman Oliver Kirkland.
I smiled and said, "Ve, Very well~a, thank you. Where am I~a? Not to be rude really." I said that last part a little rushed.
"No, no not rude at all," Oliver said, "curiosity is expected upon waking in a strange place. You're in one of the two Safe rooms in the Mansion. This one just happens to be Francis's group's room. Welcome." I looked at my older brother. What did Ollie mean? Groups? I didn't understand.
My heart rate picked up, and I started to hyperventilate. 'Mio Dios, I thought to myself, 'Italia get a hold of yourself!' I'd found that by calling myself my country's name I can calm down. That's exactly what happened too. That's when I noticed that Lovino was right next to me.
"Here," He held out a bag, "when we were looking for you we found this. It had your name on it so we decided to take it." I took the bag and opened it. It had my meds, a new change of clothes, and a book in it.
Before I could say anything about the bag or its contents there was a toll. A toll that only came from a clock. I started to shake. Lovino gently held me, knowing that I'd probably been off my meds for the whole time I'd been there.
