Author Notes-
Hi guys! It's time for another update! I'm sorry they're coming so slow, it's just that there's a lot going on in my life!
-Chapter 11-
"Turkey?!" She screamed into the phone before hearing the dread voice of woman saying "We're sorry, your call has been disconnected." Hungary turned to Austria with a panicked look, he returned it with a look of confusion. "What is it? What's going on with Turkey?" He asked with concern, Hungry shook her head. "I...I don't know! He just told me that you and I need to get out of here...before we get killed..." She then realized she was shaking and took a deep breath. "Awww! He must be looking for me!" Damsel cried out making Both Hungary and Austria look at her with some annoyance. Hungary sighed before turning to Austria "We have to go to him." "What?!" Austria exclaimed. "Turkey is in trouble! We're going to his house to save him!" Hungary shouted, she didn't mean to sound angry at Austria. She just wanted to do something to help Turkey before it was to late.
"We can't simply go to his house and save him." Austria said sternly, he walked over to her and grabbed her hand as he spoke. Now don't get Hungary wrong, normally she would just smile and let Austria have his way, however this was not something she could simply brush off "But he's in trouble! We can't just abandon him! What if he gets hurt?! What if he get kil-" her eyes widened as Austria grabbed her and passionately kissed her, interrupting her words. He removed his from hers and looked into her eyes that were still wide with surprise, "He's hours away, our going to his house won't change whatever happens. All we can do is take his warning and get out here." Hungary nodded not having the breath to argue. "Disgusting!" Damsel cried as she turned her head away from the pair, "Why do you guys have to look so much like me and Rodger?!" Rodger simply rolled his eyes at the sight.
Austria blushed slightly, feeling almost surprised by his own actions. He released Hungary from his grip and quickly walked over to the kitchen leaving the three. He picked up his car keys that had scratches on them from Prussia getting a hold of them and throwing them, the fob even had a few dents from being left on the ground by a certain Prussian and later getting stepped on. He walked back into the room where a still slightly dazed Hungarian stood still trying to process what just happened. "Everybody follow me, we're getting out of here. Now." Austria announced as he clutched he car keys. "What?! But Turkey is looking for me! I can't just leave!" Damsel whined. Hungary glanced over to Austria, "Should we let her stay and wait?" she asked hoping that they could ditch the annoying double.
Before Austria could answer Rodger's fingers wrapped around Damsel's pink hair before tightening and give hard yank. Damsel shrieked in pain, both hand reflexively flying to Rodger's and attempting to pry him off. "No way, short stack." He looked up at the shocked and confused 1p's "We can't let them reunite until we know how exactly we're going back to our universe. The two are like Russia and England, practically inseparable but you want to keep them apart at whatever costs." he reasoned, though it only confused them further.
Austria furrowed his eyebrows. Rodger's explanation sounded strange, but then again this entire situation seemed insane. He didn't like this duplicates behavior, but he disliked the idea of leaving the pink haired girl unattended at his home more. "Fine." He paused as he took a nervous breath, "Just don't be so violent." he said looking at Damsel, who was clutching her head with a pained expression. Despite the total difference in personality when he looked at Damsel's face alone it was like looking at Hungary, which disturbed him greatly. Rodger's eyes, which had been looking at Austria's lips intensely, closed as he let out a frustrated sigh. He gave an additional violent yank at Damsel's hair before releasing it and muttering, "Fein." Damsel let out another cry in pain that sounded slightly exaggerated before shooting a death-glare at Rodger.
"Follow me." Austria ordered as he marched from his grand foyer to the front door, he internally sighed. If he could have had at least one day to just relax after that world meeting before having to deal with more chaos it would have been so much better. He turned the door knob as Hungary's loud foot steps followed him, then followed by the whining of Damsel "But Turkey's looking for me! I can't jus-" getting cut off by another act of abuse from Rodger. As Austria opened the door allowing the fresh air that normally would ease his stress he listened to the others, Damsel's slow and dragged foot steps "A kurva életbe..." Damsel muttered accompanied by the faster foot steps of her enforcer. Austria stepped out from the doorway as he pressed the down on the button with the image of a key on it, unlocking his Denzel car.
As he waited for them all to walk out of his home his accent rang out when Hungary was walking over to her usual spot in the car, "Not this time Hungary, if we force them to sit next to each other it looks like it'll get ugly. You'll have to sit in the back." he felt guilty for forcing her out of her spot, but it was true. "You'll have to sit with mutt!" Damsel chirped with a devilish smile as she strode over to the car assuming where Hungary had been planning on sitting. "Nope, you sit in the back too." Austria said as he closed his front door and fidgeted with the ring of keys looking for the right one. "What?!" Both Hungary and Damsel cried out, devastated by the very idea of having to be near each other. Austria turned away from the door after hearing the reassuring click from the doorknob. He nervously glanced over at Rodger, there was no way he was going to have this brute sit next Hungary. "My car, my rules." He spoke in his most authoritative tone.
He opened his car door listening to the two girls grumble. Rodger not showing any real reaction to the assigned seating, most likely because most of the conversation went over his head since he wasn't reading Austria's lips when he spoke. Austria sat down and snapped around quickly hear the loud slam of the car door, he glared at Damsel who had obviously just slammed the door as hard as she could. "Oops." She said in a sarcastic voice, earning a glare of disapproval from Hungary. Austria let out a frustrated breath before closing his car door and putting the key into the ignition making the car hum loudly. "So...Where are we going?" Rodger asked with his unnaturally bright yellow eyes locked on Austria's lips. Austria gripped the steering wheel as he took a deep breath. "Well... we can't exactly go to the airport and just explain that we have the same name and birthday. So that leaves us with only three local nation homes. Italy, who can't protect himself from a cat, much less us from a homicidal maniac. Germany, who would probably so busy with Italy that he wouldn't even realize it if this other Turkey did show up. And Switzerland who hates me, and I haven't spoken to in years." He finished with worried expression.
Rodger ran his fingers through his dirty pony tail. "Klingt wie Sie gefickt werden."
More Author Notes-
Sorry about the slow updates, honestly I didn't think that many people were interested in this story and was considering dropping it. I want to give a quick thank you to luvofmusic0426, though you may not have realized it at the time your review gave me the motivation to finish this chapter.
Translations
German
Fein.
Means "Fine."
Klingt wie Sie gefickt werden.
Means "Sounds like you are fucked."
Hungarian
A kurva életbe...
Means "Son of a bitch..."
