To there world (book 2)

Chapter 21: itlay

Chapter 21: Italy's POV.

Michigan. Why was he so rude?

Can't we all be friends? Listen to Spain's music, beacuse that's the only one that Lovino (Romano) likes. And force Germany into a conga line!?

Probebly not... But still!

I watched as Germany and Michigan go into the RV to fight heroically against the deadly gass.

Did I really just think that? I must be hungry.

I looked at my surroundings before flopping onto my back. "Pasta!" I say.

Completely out of habit.

Others flopp around me in a big circle. Japan takes a picture.

I stand up and grab his camera.

PICTURE TIME!!!!

I took a picture of Luana talking to Prussia. Her blessing.

France trying to hug Elizabeth.

Francine attacking England in hugs.

Romano.... Flipping his hair? Felia flipping me off.

Shit I made them mad.

Run! I tossed Japan his camera and ran. Down the road we where on.

///////Felias POV///////

Why are we moving? I turned my eye twords my left. A wall.

To the right. Romano. He was holding a hand. Oh wait! That's my hand! He had a frown on his face, like usual but this one was deadly like his eyes that showed nothing but un dying hate. My body started to go un-numb. Man.... Why do I hurt so bad?

Oh ya....

I turned my head at Romano who was now looking at me. I smiled.

His frown lessened but his eyes showed nothing but happiness, unlike earlier.

I glanced at our hands together and I squeezed his hand. Just to let him know i would be alright.

I didn't know if we could talk. I could feel the rumble of road under us.

The car stopped and Oliver got in the back snatching my hand from Romano's and tying my hands together behind my back, so naturally I was forced to sit up.... But the ground was SOOO much more comfortable.

Romano then was tied. At least he was agents the wall. Then we where gaged.

Oliver ThenLeft and we continued driving.

I butt scooted my way to the side of the car Romano was. why? I'm not sure. We kept driving and driving then we stopped there was shouting and then a. "Oh really?" The doors creecked open slowly.