Hetaoni: ENDGAME

Chapter 31 ~ A Phone Call from my Fratello!

    Italy was wheezing up a storm from all that running he did. Sure, he could run faster then a cheetah when he wanted to, but his mind was over-capacity with thoughts of grievances and worries. He was almost at the long hallway with the gravel floor and the dim light, where they had met the ghost girl Canadra. There was so much do and so little time, that Italy couldn't help but stress about every tiny detail. Leaning against the door, he heaved a sigh, his heart beating against his chest with the strength of a lion. 

"They really got mad at me didn't they? Germany's face was so scary.. but there were hints of sadness too. Straight out of my own nightmares." He thought, right before he was rudely interrupted by his cellphone.

BRING BRING! BRING BRING!

  Italy shrieked, jumping a few inches in the air, on the edge of a heart attack. Out of habit, he yelled for his allies, who were not there thanks to him. Heaving another sigh, he finally realized how odd it was to have his cellphone ringing, and with such bad timing too. There was no service in the old and archaic house! Why was he receiving service all of a sudden? Hesitantly, he answered the phone.

Without a word being said, the person- or nation, in this case -blasted his voice into the phone, making his point heard a little to loudly. 

"You IDIOT!!! What took you so fucking long to answer, goddammit?!" Romano basically screamed into the phone, against the poor Italian's will.

"R-Romano?! How?!  It it really you?!" Italy gasped, bringing the phone back to his ear.

"Of course it's me, dumb ass! Ack, wait- Spain!! You can't take my phone! That's a custom made iPhone you stupido bastard- BELGIUM, DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM YOU IDIOT! GIVE IT BACK DAMMIT!" Laughing and screeching was heard in the background, and Italy wasn't sure if it was his brother talking or metal rock music he was listening to. A silent tear escaped and rolled down Italy's tanned cheeks. It was good to her such a symphony of playful music again.

"Spain too? And Belgium? It can't be true.... Why?"  Italy stammered. Bitter tears were rushing like floods down Italy's cheeks, leaving no mercy.

"I don't know what the fuck  you're talking about. We're the Back-Up Team one for this goddamned expedition after all. Now listen Veneziano-...?" Romano heard the beginning of a sob in the background. Belgium and Spain heard it too, silencing their laughter and chit-chat to hear the sound. "Are you crying?"

"No, I-I'm just so happy.... Hey, Romano, could you be a good fratello and fill in for me at work tomorrow?" Italy asked, wishing Romano could see the goofy smile on his face.

"....No." Romano answered plainly.

"Romano-" Italy started, only to be cut off.

"It's your job. The South can't take the place of the North, you dumb fuck! Just get your ass back here and take care of it your fucking self!  aN.....reAL....IdIoT......WeLL....ly...."

The phone began to get all static, Romano's voice coming in out like he was going through a tunnel.

"Romano? I can't hear you! Ciao?!" Silence. "It got cut off... Ah, but their voices! Haha, it's been so long... I wish I could go home." Italy smiled at the sweet memories.

"But this is my home. The little house where France, Holy Rome, and even Spain and I grew up in... with Madre... How come I can remember that, but not when I met my allies, or who let me try on their dresses when I was younger?"