The Hope In The Dark

Broken in the Midst of Sane

"Ve~ Fratello, are you ready to go to the meeting?" Italy's voice came from right outside Romano's room. "I'll be there in a minute bastard." Romano grumbled back. "Ve, okay~" unfazed by Romano's swearing- he'd been dealing with it his whole life, how could he not be used to it- Italy bounded downstairs, most likely taking two stairs at a time in excitement. A few minutes later Romano slammed the door to his room open and winced at the sharp banging noise it made when it hit the wall. He walked down the stairs rather quickly- jogging more than walking- and joined Italy in the garage, and immediately regretted letting Feli drive as they swerved out of the driveway, nearly crashing into a tree, making their way towards the highway. They tore down the highway at least thirty miles over the speed limit, and Romano definitely did not scream during the sharp turn down a ramp. He was manly, he did not scream! It was lucky not many cars as usual were on the highway, Feliciano's driving was reckless enough to send many cars spinning in an attempt to avoid other cars. "Idiota!" Romano screeched as they stopped at the parking lot of the World Meeting place. "We could've crashed bastard!" "But fratello, you always tell me to get here at least ten minutes before the meeting should start!" Feliciano's overly excited voice rang out in the morning air. "Whatever idiota." Romano grumbled. They entered the meeting place, and looking around he could tell not everyone who was coming was there yet. As usual, Germany was standing near the table, looking faintly annoyed that not everyone was here yet. Italy bounded over to him calling out, "Ve, Germany, Germany!" Surveying the rest of the room, Romano could see America, laughing "I'm the HERO!", Prussia and France talking with Spain, and Russia in the corner talking to China. He saw Canada and Japan slip into the meeting room, quickly followed a few minutes later by the Nordics (why they started coming to these meetings he did not know) and he knew everyone was there. "Alright, now that everyone is here we can start the meeting!" Germany's loud voice came out with an unspoken order to come sit down. After everyone had taken their places, Germany's hands slammed down on the table. "Today we're talking about our economy, we'll go around the table in order, no interrupting- alright who's first?" It was a speech heard often, not that it ever worked out, as at least one disagreement would spring up in an hour. As promised, when England's turn came, a verbal fight broke out between England and France. "You bloody wanker!" "You argue because you know I'm right, honhonhonhon~" "Back to order!" came from Germany. At Russia's turn, America started with the usual "Commie bastard", and Russia surprised the rest of the nations by not even seeing to acknowledge the insult. The rest of the meeting passed without any more interruptions.

In Russia
"Ivaan~" "No!" "Don't run from mee~" the smile on Viktor's face turned vicious. "There are others not as nice as I am to their 1p, I assure you!" The look on his face hardened. "Maybe Flavio." he spat in disgust. "He wants to take my friends from me. I will not let him." Ivan wailed, "Leave me alone!" "But if I do that," Viktor paused, "both of us will be alone again. Do you want that Ivan?" "Just leave!" Ivan squeaked, saddened at the prospect of being alone, but terrified in the company of his 2p. "I'll be back." Viktor warned. "I always am." With that, he was gone. Ivan bolted up and clutched his scarf. "He's so mean." he whispered. "Why can't he leave me alone?" he hugged his sheets closer and drifted off into a deeper sleep.

In South Italy
"I'm baaack~" "Fuck off bastard." "I don't suppose you remember last time I spoke to you?" The rooms mood darkened. "Leave Flavio." "Oh, hiding from what's inside Lovino Vargas?" "Leave bastard!" "Your problems won't leave you Lovi~" "I'll make them. And don't call me that." growled Lovino. "Now don't act like I'm all your problems in one body Lovi~" said Flavio, completely disregarding the others last sentence. "Oi-" "No don't interrupt Lovi~" trilled Flavio. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, the part you share with me of your personality. I am still probably better off than you though. There's a beaten, broken, sad part to everyone Lovi." The smile slipped off his face and his expression turned more grim. "You, Lovino Vargas," Flavio stopped to point at Romano, "just have it almost at the worst it can get. You have psycho hiding deep down, it's just that no one has set it off yet, to see the mafioso side of you. The one that wouldn't hesitate-" he paused and whispered, "to kill." Lovino's eyes widened "No." he whispered. "No. No, No no no. You're lying! It's... Not true..." "I'm afraid I'm not lying Lovi~. It's t r u e." Lovino woke up screaming.

Hours later, thankful that Feliciano had left for his own house after dropping Romano off at his home and that Spain had not come to visit him in the morning, Romano was dressed and having breakfast at eight o'clock am. Wandering back up to his room he passed a body mirror and backtracked, something having caught his eye. And there in the mirror, instead of his own reflection, stood Flavio.
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Ahahaha writing this feels weird, but it's so much fun! I read it so many times, for spelling errors... Anyway, I hope you liked it! I'll try to update as soon as possible!
Important Names In Chapter:
Viktor: 2p Russia
Ivan: Russia
Feliciano: North Italy
Lovino: Romano/South Italy
Flavio: 2p Romano/South Italy
I think that's all! See you next time! Karma out~