"Ack! YOU MOTHER FUCKING DUMB ASS STUPIDO BASTARD, GET BACK HERE!!! WAAAIIIT!" Romano yelled at the top of his lungs, stretching his arm out through the bars, as if he was reaching towards the collar of his brother's jacket, trying to pull him back. But he was gone. And there was no turning back with Italy. Once he made a choice he stuck with it- or at least, that's what he promised Romano when they were younger, after he caught him crying over Holy Rome. "That's it! I'm going down there!"
"Whoa! Romano, are you sure you want to go in there so hastily?" Spain asked, a look of concern washing over his face.
"Yeah, I do!" Romano growled, already frustrated with Spain. "It looks a little dangerous from here though... We can probably slip through the bars easily, plus there's a ledge. But is there a ladder?" Belgium thought aloud, pondering the pros and cons of their little excursion.
"I got it! I'll go down the ropes first and see if they're safe. Just wait here you two, OK?" Spain smiled sweetly, and Belgium's heart almost melted. "OK!" She replied, flashing her signature smile. "Can you really use this ladder? It smells like England's burnt scones and I can't see the bottom very well...." Romano said, grimacing at the horrible smell.
Spain slipped through the bars easily, and sat on the edge of the concrete ledge. There was no turning back now. Spain took in a breath, and turned over, letting his stomach face the ledge as he began to climb down. "I think it's okay... Though I can't see very well either. The boss will go down first, so don't worry!" Romano thought he could hear Spain smile.
Spain began his descent down, reaching the end of the burnt ladder quickly from when the ghost girl Canadra had destroyed the ladder. With no where to go or see, Spain's foot hit the wall, and soon enough, he was making the long fall to the ground. With a loud grunt, his back slammed into the gravel floor, pain shooting up his back almost instantly.
"Uh-oh.. S-Spain?!" Belgium gasped, the yell of pain reaching her ears. "España?! Are you OK?!" Romano called out, hoping the Spaniard wasn't hurt too badly.
"UUUUUUGGGGH, THAT HURT!!! DIOS MIO QUE DUELE!" Spain cursed from the ground.
"Mi stai scherzando ..." Romano grumbled, and Belgium sighed. "Spain, please get up."
"Just give me a moment, por favor? ......Oooooh that hurt... Ugh... The ropes are burnt halfway down.. I didn't notice..." Spain groaned in agony. "Oooowwww....."
"H-Hey! Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Romano shouted down to him, a tone of concern lacing his words.
"Y-Yeah.. Romano?"
"What?"
"I'm so glad Ita is alright." Spain smiled to himself in the dark.
Romano stayed silent.
"Anyways, I'll see if I can find something of use instead of a ladder. Wait just a moment. Me vuelvo!"
"All right. Don't take too long, bastard, or I'll just come down there myself. A-And b-be careful." Romano stammered, a slight blush touching his cheeks.
"Oh? Are you worried about me? That makes me so happy! I'll be right back, so just wait there. Belgium, watch Romano and asegurarse de que él no hace algo idiota haría!" Spain sprinted off down the hallway.
Belgium smiled to herself. "What does Spain mean by that?" Romano asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Oh nothing!" Belgium chimed.
"Good thing Romano doesn't know Spanish!" She thought to herself. " 'Make sure he doesn't do something an idiot would!' "
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Hetaoni: ENDGAME
FanfictionTHE SEQUEL TO HETAONI, THE HORROR STORY WITHOUT A FINALE 🔜 Would you go to that abandoned mansion to find out the truth? As the countries begin to understand that their powers are not what they seem, Italy decides it's time to step up and take cont...
