The Island Girl- Hetalia {Unfinished}

Chapter 22

 POV- Venice

 It has been 7 days and 6 nights since the kidnapping. I've started to get used to this stupid room I have to stay in. I'm not happy anymore. I want to see my brother, Italy, and everyone else. The cuts along my arms, and the gash on my forehead are also a mystery. I woke up again today with a new one on my leg. I'd hope it's just me, and Italy isn't hurt, but I know better now. 

 They come to bring me food everyday, a meal that's always different. That's the only good part, though, considering I'm hurt and captured. All I really have is a book that I found, hidden under the pillow on my bed, that I'm writing in now with a pen I stole off of a person that comes to check on me, making sure I haven't mysteriously dissapeared. Nope. But it would be better anywhere else than here.

 The sun outside tells me that it's very early in the morning, light only just arriving past the horizon. I wonder if someone's gonna come rescue me soon... I hope so. Ugh, I'm so bored. All there is to do here is look out a big window and write. It gets very dark and lonely during the night, too, so I get scared easily. 

 I don't think I want to write anymore. My hand and wrist are getting sore, and I can hear footsteps getting closer to the locked door. I miss my brother Romano. Italy. Germany. Heck, I even miss France!

 Well, ciao for now. 

 Theresa Vargas, the City of Water.

 I set the pen down on the bedside table, turning my back to the door, which the footsteps were getting closer to, echoing through the silent hallway. And yes, what I said in my journal is true. I can't smile anymore, it only comes out sadly. I can't laugh without it turning into a sob. I try everyday, but it never works. I looked out to the sunrise, blues and oranges coloring the sky in different ways.

 It would've been nice anywhere else.

 The doorknob rattled, making me jump. After a few seconds, I realized there was nobody outside of the door. They'd left. I walked up to it, and noticed something had been slid underneath it. A necklace... with the letter V. My eyes went wide and teared up as I hurried to pick it up. I only noticed it was gone a few days after I was taken, and I remember the vivid noise of it snapping and falling to the ground. "Why did they fix it?" I asked myself, putting it back in place around my neck. 

 Just like everyday, I went up to the doorknob, and as I thought, it was locked. 'I have this feeling, though... that I'll get my chance soon enough.' I thought, drawing next to my entry in my journal, trying to find something to pass the time. 'I just know it.' 

 POV- Romano

 I couldn't find them where I was told to meet up. I wandered a few blocks, knowing that idiot could've made a mistake in the address. "Chigi...I can't find-a them anywhere." I whispered to myself, keeping an eye out for anything familiar. Nope. Nulla*. When I was about to give up hope, though, I saw it. That bomber jacket, the one that belonged to the idiot nation. I started walking quickly in America's direction. 

 "Oi! Idiota!" I called out, following him into an alley... an empty one, at that. "What the hell?! How did he..." I turned around, then jumped back in surprise as he stood less than a foot away. Getting a closer look, though, the nation looked similar to America, but had much darker hair, and black sunglasses that hid his eyes. The one thing I noticed the most, though, was the nail-embedded baseball bat, aimed at my head.

"Sayonara, sucker." 

 POV- 2p! America

 "That was waaaay too easy, man." I exclaimed, arriving back at our 'headquarters' a few days after I caught that stupid Italian. I wanted time to myself, and I sure didn't get it with everyone around me making war plans. "But obviously it wasn't a challenge, since I'm the awesomest villain ever." 2p! Russia chuckled a bit. "You do realize that if we weren't working together, I'd be impaling your head on a dirty stick, right?" He said in his sickeningly sweet yet dark tone. Hey, Iggy was right! Using big words  "Ditto, dude." I went over to the closet, sticking my baseball bat inside with all the other weapons. 

 "Yo, where are the others?" I asked, but sorta knew the answer already. "They're out finding more of us. We were a bit separated, but they think they know where most of us ended up, da?" He replied, and I went over to see that he was sitting down with a map. "Uh, dude?" I asked, pointing to the circled part of the map. "There's nothing there. That part of the Atlantic is just water." He shook his head. "Not that the humans, or the actual nations know of yet." I nodded, not completely understanding. "'Kay, well, I'mma check on our bait."

"I can't believe that Romano actually fell for the phone call and the note." I muttered, grinning a bit. Like we'd give our bait enough time to write a letter! And seriously, catching the other nations at the same time was easy... all except for South Italy. He had a frickin' gun in his hand! In his sleep! I know I'm violent, but woah. "Thank god our Canada is smart, or else we'd be toast. 

 As I went up another flight of stairs, I heard people talking. I went around a corner into another hallway, seeing two ffigures. One had deep red hair that fell to the middle of her back, and pale, almost white eyes boldly surrounded by a black outline. The other had short, Canada-like dark brown hair and deep grey eyes. "And then he was like... oh, hey America." The girl said, looking at me, emotionless. "Ontario, Quebec. Canada have no use for you two right now?" "Non, nous avons juste refuse de se rallier a cette petite aventure ridicule d'aller chercher les autres." "Uh, what?" 

 2p! Ontario sighed, rolling her eyes. "He said that we refused to go on that silly little adventure to go find the others. Gosh, just learn the damn language already. You're around Matt most of the time, right?" It was my turn to roll my eyes, and afterwards, I got an idea. "Hey, since you two have nothing to do anyways, and Canada's mostly ignoring you now-" "Absolutely not." "Darn...." "We're not gonna become two of your stupide etats." 2p! Quebec said, glaring at me.

 "HEY GUYS!" Someone yelled from behind me. I watched as 2p! British Columbia bounded over, in a mountie uniform. "We spotted some animals in the woods near here. Wanna go...'check it out'?" She asked, cradling her gun. 'Typical BC...' I thought, watching the provinces leave together. I froze for a second. "What was I up here for?" I whispered, looking around. "Oh, that's right. Venice is up here." I went down the long hallway, stopping at door 213, with a piece of paper stuck to the wall that was labeled "Venice". 

 Reaching into my pocket, I got out the light necklace. It was pretty tough, but after a while we managed to fix it. 'It's the least I can do, for what's about to happen next...' 

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A wicked grin as the world dies

Nothing more that's left is light

Nothing more that's left is right.

When the world is falling

Don't run fast

For time makes change, but past is past. 

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 That's what happens with an hour and a bit of inspiration. I'm revealing the main plot bit by bit, and this isn't even the worst of it yet. I wasn't thinking of revealing so much of the plot right now, but it's very important for the next book. 

 Oh, and before I forget, I'm going to be making a cover design contest for the sequel. Just a little heads up ^_^

 Hope you enjoyed this chappy~! -A