𝑬𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝙷𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

#9 || 𝐀𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

|| Long chapter folks (*´∀｀)

Cuz more of a dialogue here-

And lots of stoopid and nonsense references.

(N/n)=nickname

|| Samantha Finnigan's POV

(The next day, afternoon when she left in Italy)

I am a loyal and charitable woman,

But I'd advice not to mess with me in times like this.

"What- do you mean by escaped? Did she knocked you tossers off and jumped off the window or what?"

I would glare fists clenched staggering the slackened officers France behind me was prepared to hold me back but I'd just smack him on the face using my elbow.

"Mon dieu Sam- don't scare them-"

Taking the last glare from the officers, I yanked myself off of France. I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a sigh.

"Sorry- I'm just frustrated in all this thing-"

Sighing again, I slumped down on my motorbike ruffling my hair in frustration.

'she lost her memories so she doesn't even know me or either the remaining members of the last regal clan. But who would do that? (c/n)? He couldn't done it without a reason tho.'

With my thoughts lingering my curiosity I am speculating much possible events might've changed (b/n), or I must called, (y/n). It's been five years since she disappeared after the civil war. How did she got in Russia? Out of all countries?

"Sam,  jou need to rest."

Prussia comforts me by wrapping his arm around my shoulder but I pushed him off a bit.

"That's not necessary right now okay!?"

My eyes changed so did my hair in red hue, but it turned back to normal as I calmed down.

"Sorry again- I- I am just worried that if the damn killers got her instead of us."

I sat back on my seat hanging my head low, running my hands on my black hair. Then Germany went back talking to the police for me about the girl escaped from their solitary confinement last night.

"What does she looked like?"

Germany handed me a folder full of images and a document. He insisted to help me on the hunt as Romano, Italy and Spain stayed in Venice.

"Ja, It vas zhe same as Vanya, und zhey got five passports in her bag, but nothing found in her luggage at zhe hotel, just medicine for mental illnesses, makeup  und used clothes zhat zhe tags or labels are all removed."

He explained as I examined the photographs in the folder, soon his brother and France joined me.

"That kid is great of portraying other people or I must say, she could learn someone's behavior by just watching them once."

I muttered, flipping every photocopy of passports they got. I know her ever since she was born seeing that she's adapting or doing what she sees on any people. Prussia and France gasped making me to raised an eyebrow.

"She is Emma Scriven too!?"

Prussia had his eyes widened as France is just low-key dumbfounded, but had his gaze towards England who's been had his arms crossed sitting in the corner like an old woman wanting to call a manager.

"And look Anglerette, is it a coincidence that the girl you met yesterday is also her hmmm?"

France shoved the photo copy of passport had the name of Annelise Herrmann to England, but England had his bewilderment for second before clicking his tongue. This fucking guy, now I know what it feels to be rival countries like America and  Russia.