Searching, A Hetalia Fan Fic

Paint It White

Taylor's POV

I think I'm gonna be sick. Dear god. The other countries were crying and carrying on, but I immediately got onto my laptop and attempted to retrace the signal from the picture that was sent to all of us.
I mentioned I was good with computers, yes?
Like, really good.
Illegally good.
But that's another story...
I typed in digits while attempting to use my laptop as a scanner to see where in the world Mari was. My fingers flew across the keyboard. I had to catch the signal before the trace faded. Italy, America, and England crowded around me. The machine started beeping.
It located her!
I clicked over, the location began to load.



And then the screen went black.
Words flashed onto the blackened screen, reading:

That, darling Taylor, would be cheating. You may not use any means of technology to attempt to find her location, or a country dies. Understood?

I placed my head in my hands, defeated. America groaned. I shut the laptop.
"I found a loophole.", England said slyly. "Hm?"
"Magic.", the country replied simply. I cocked an eyebrow.
"Is this a joke?", I asked.
No one seemed to be laughing.
"Mental connection. If we can form an empathy link between one of us and Mari, we will be able to find her. Problem is, it's very risky. Anything that happens to her, any pain she feels, whoever is linked to her will feel it. And if she dies...", England trailed off. He looked at the ground.
"I'll do it.", the words escaped my lips, yet I did not regret them.
I would do anything for Mari.

Mari's POV

In my captivity, I have taken to becoming a poet. Here is my first work, entitled, "White".

White is the color of snow.
White is the color of angel wings.
White is the color of clouds.
White is the color of the hospital gown I'm wearing.
White is the color of the scar on my arm.
White is the color of
EVERY FREAKING THING in the room I'm trapped in.
White walls.
White floor.
White ceiling.
Until you want to fall over dying and claw yours eyes out because if you ever see the color white again it will
cause deep seated emotional trauma


Oh yeah, I'm totally getting that published! My arm throbbed, dully.
"Mari?", I heard a voice ask.
I covered my ears and yelled "Get out of my head!"
"Sh.. It's me.. Taylor?", I heard a voice say. Like a lens sharpening into focus, I saw a picture appear in my mind, consuming my senses.
It was, indeed, Taylor.




That took me a long time to write! Dear lawd!