A New Beginning GerIta {Fluff} (Book 3)

Chapter 17 Improvisation

•Italy's POV•

I wonder where Ludwig is? Is he looking for me? Did he get lost too? Oh! I hope not! How's he supposed to find me, if he's lost himself. I shake my head as I take another gentle sip from the liquor the man ordered me, I feel like I'm forgetting another one of Germany's rules for being safe.... I just can't put my finger on it. I shrug it off and sip the warm, sweet, syrupy liquid. It made me feel light and sleepy, like when I have a really good dream, that's how it makes me feel... Also a little fuzzy.

•Germany's POV•

I sigh as I watch this woman waste my time. I had been helping her look for this fucking phone for twenty minutes now, if she doesn't find it soon, I'm going to look for Feli. He's probably scared and hurt.. As the thought of his eyes filling with tears as he cries out for me fill my head. I shake it off, as dread fills my heart. I look at, I think her name is Maria.. I'm not quite sure anymore.

"Maria?" I said, hoping that I got her name right. Luckily for me she looked up from the floor, she's on her hands and knees searching the obviously empty hallway floor, but she insisted that it could blend in with the carpet.

"Yes?" She bats her eyelashes at me, her eyes shining. I hate to be this way, but I have more important matters at hand. She can use my phone if she needs too.

"Look, why don't we just call your phone?" I asked with a sigh, running my hand through my hair. Stressed, about this whole situation.

Maria said quickly, maybe even too quickly. "Uh, no!" I raised my eyebrow as her voice raised in pitch. "Uh... it's on silent! And calling it wouldn't help!"

"Okay..." I said slowly and then thought about my next words carefully. "Why don't you call her from my phone? See if her practice is over, or when it will be."

"No, No, that won't work either." Maria said a wrinkle coming between her eyebrows as she sighed.

"Well, Maria I hope your day is better, but I have to find my husband. Good luck with finding your phone." I said as I walked off, not taking a look back.

After a few hours of searching. I sighed to myself and ran my hand through my hair for the billionth time. My hair now a mess. "I swear, sometimes I think I need to get Italien chipped, so I can't lose him."

•Maria's POV•

"Damn it!" I whisper to myself once the German man is out of earshot. I pull out my phone quickly and text Micheal. He better be fucking glad, that I can come up with plans quickly. 'Micheal, you fucking buffoon. Do whatever it is you have to do, to get him to my room. And tie him up in the chair, you can do as you please, just don't kill him you sick fuck. Got it? I'll give you an hour for your pleasure. Then have him tied up and ready in the chair.' I hit send on the message and sigh. This better work, for Micheal's sake. Cause if it doesn't. I'm going to kill him for not paying attention to my orders.

•Micheal's POV•

I look down at my phone as it buzzed, I read the message and a grin grew slowly onto my face. The adorable Italian man, must have noticed this and asked. "What's going on?"

"I, I have found your husband!" I came up with something quickly, he should be getting tired now, he should fall asleep soon. I'll catch him, don't want any bruises on him that I don't put there myself.

The Italians eyes light up and he gets excited "Really?" He asks

"Yeah, Cmon I'll take you to him." I tell him, taking his wrist in my hand gently.

•Italy's POV•

Oh boy! He found Germany! Or did Germany find him? I stood up excitedly, and the man who's helping me took my wrist in his hand gently. Oh man, am I grateful for him steadying me. I'm kinda dizzy, and sleepy. My vision begins to blur. All I know is that we are walking and that I am now leaning on him. All the sudden I'm out. I can feel every step he takes before I'm out completely.

•Germany's POV•

It had been a few hours then, Maria runs up to me, I'm more stressed out than before and it's visible. "Ludwig!" She called out, "Good news!" I looked at her obviously not in the mood for anything. "I found your little husband." She said. I perk up immediately. Then, my heart sinks and my gut is screaming somethings wrong. "Here, follow me!" She said, she led me down a darkened hallway, I tell myself maintenance is probably working on the lights, hopefully to calm the sinking of my stomach, the drowning of my heart in fear, and the screaming of my gut.

Looking ahead of myself instead of at my feet. I realize that she's now behind me, I begin to turn around and as soon as I do. I'm met with a crowbar to the forehead. My last thoughts before I pass out it. Where the fuck did she get that crowbar from? Then everything went black.