A New World (a Hetalia fanfiction - Book 3) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 13 - The Blood

"Know what?" I asked, staring at Arthur and feeling somewhat shocked at his sudden change in demeanor. "What are you talking about?"
He stared in silence for another moment, but then he shook his head, his expression hardening. "Never mind. So, about your world..."
"What of it?" I narrowed my eyes at him. Why must he continue mentioning my world?
He met my gaze with I understand is forced confidence. "You need to return to it."
"I will not!" I blurted before I could stop the words, but he continued.
"We need you to return because we need Rosalie back, and you belong to your world. It's only right that we-"
"I refuse," I told him, unable to keep my fists from clenching.
"You cannot refuse this!" He countered, gritting his teeth. "You don't belong in this world!"
"I don't belong in that other world, either!"
"You were born there, of course you belong there!"
"Just because I was born there does not mean that it is where I would call home!"
"If-"
"Enough!" I shouted, cutting him off and glaring at him. My heart pounded within my ears and my eyes began to sting unusually. I decided it was because of my irritation with this prat before me. "You told me I needed to cooperate for this. But you know what? I. Refuse."
Arthur opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I raised my hand to signal him to be silent as I continued.
"I will not argue of this any further. I will not go back to that world," I told him sternly, meeting his frustrated gaze with my determined one. "Do you understand me?"
He clenched his jaw and stared at me for a few moments and I didn't avert my gaze from his. We locked gazes for a while until he let out a long exhale, closing his eyes as his thick eyebrows furrowed in agitation.
"I'll give you a bit of time," he told me after another silent second. "You must be confused and frustrated because of the sudden change in worlds. I'm sure once I give you some time and space, you'll wish to return."
I gave him another glare. "If that is what you think will happen, fine. I think I'll enjoy your anger when you realize that you are wrong."
He didn't even bother to respond, he just slammed his book shut and placed it back where he got it from, and then turned to motion me to follow him as he walked out of the office room.
I sighed irritably and brushed my bangs from my eyes, then I followed him.
As we walked through the hall, I caught eye of a few others walking the same hall as we are. Some never looked twice, but one fearlessly walked right up to us.
"I thought you were doing the spell," the man, similar in appearance to Romano, stood before Arthur and crossed his arms. His gaze met mine, but only for a second before he glared at the Englishman before him.
"There are some complications," Arthur muttered, about to walk around the Italian, but the latter stepped before him again.
"Complications like what?" The Italian demanded with a frown.
Arthur hesitated. "I don't have the right materials."
I didn't show it, but I feel a little surprised. Why is he lying? Why doesn't he just say that I don't want to return to my world?
The Italian rolled his eyes. "When the hell do you not have the right materials?"
"I don't have everything, you know." Arthur responded with an irritated tone. "Lovino, I know you're upset, but I will find Rosalie and bring her back."
The Italian, apparently named Lovino, gave Arthur a glare. "You fucking better."
Once more, I am surprised at how Lovino is so different from Flavio, although they are both Romano, strangely. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that, right now, I'm in a completely different dimension than the one I've grown up in. Of course, I've always known that there are other worlds, but I never expected I'd be in one, much less meet the countries from said strange new world.
I compared the differences between Flavio and Lovino and realized that they're practically opposites. Flavio almost never frowns, and this Italian looks like he almost never smiles. He is a grump as Flavio always has a cheerful demeanor.
"Are you done yet?" Arthur asked irritably, and Lovino replied immediately.
"No, I'm not. I want to help find her."
"Dammit, I've already told you all that there's nothing you can do!" Arthur snapped, then closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as if to control his anger to avoid further outbursts.
"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to sit around and wait for you to fuck up again!" Lovino growled, clenching his fists as he continued giving Arthur a hard glare.
"I won't mess up again."
"How are you so sure about that?"
"I just am, alright?"
"You and your god damned pride!" Lovino bellowed, throwing his arms into the air in frustration. "You're so fucking confident in your magic that you're blind to its consequences! Have you realized yet that it's your magic that got us in us situation in the first place!?"
"The more you yell at me, the more time you're wasting," Arthur warned, opening his eyes to shake his head at Lovino. "You're acting like-"
"Like what? A child?"
"Yes, my thoughts exactly."
I was silent throughout their bickering, noticing how Lovino refused to look at me. I stare at him, daring him to meet my gaze so I can read him, to study him beyond that wall of anger he has to hide what I know is there; his fear. He's terrified, and he's covering it up with anger. I know too many people who do the same.
His reason to avoid me is probably the same as everyone else's. I look like someone they know, but I'm nothing like her. It makes me wonder about the girl they call Rosalie, and then I started to wonder how she fairs in my world.
The more I learn of the people in this place, the more I learn how different they are from my own. So it's only right to assume that Rosalie is far different from me, and probably couldn't survive in my violent world.
It's only a matter of time.