GerIta: Prank Gone Wrong

Chapter 9:: Taken

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  "I fuckin' told you Vest! It vas a tickle fight, und Ich accidently touched her curl twice, zhen 2p France came and kiddnapped her! How many times to Ich have to tell you!?" Prussia snapped, explaining for the upteenth time that day as they searched for possible places the captors may have Italy hostage.

  Germany was still furious with what he had saw before his little Italian was captured. The occurences angered him to no end. He walked in on Prussia being ontop of Feli and a soft moan slipping from her lips as Gilbert's face seemed buried in her neck. When downstairs, he heard them screaming each other's human names, and dear sweet lord in the heavens on high, how it furiated him.

  Then, when Gilbert told the german that Feli was kiddnapped, man, the fact threw him off a cliff(Not litterally).

  Hours passed since the occuranes, and they had no luck. They called fance, and he had no idea what was going on.

  A loud roar lurched from Ludwig's vocals as he drove his tight fist right through the white wall. The wall swallowed the german's hand as the man panted unevenly, his anger racking his body and forcing tears out of his cold, icy blue eyes.

  Prussia's eyes had grown the size of saucers and he was frozen in place, Hungary and Austria standing in shock across the living area. "C-calm down, bruder! V-ve'll fi-" Germany cut him off with an ice-cold glare.

  "You don't understand, damnit! It's like you let zhem take Feli! Zhat guy ve have tied up von't give us scheiße! Ich hasse das! Vhy do zhey need her!? Vhat did she do to zhem!? How did zhey know zhat vas her!? Ve have so many questions and that arschloch won't say a single vord!" The blonde raged tearing his fist out of the wall, and storming out.

  Gilbert was frozen to the spot, never in his life seeing his younger brother like that... Even before Germany had lost his memory. He loves her... The prussian thought, not being able to keep the small smile from creeping up to his lips, but it quickly disappeared when he heard Hungary.

  "I'm going to go see if I can get anyzhing out of our guest." She muttered before tenderly kissing Rodrich's cheeks, and exiting the room. She also still believed that the albino and italian were doing that, but she also blamed herself for it. She thinks he did it because of how she fell into Austria's arms when he came, and was using Italy as an escape, and the little nation had allowed it out of sympathy. Italy was too kind for her own good, even before she was a girl.

  Gilbert groaned, sinking back down into the plush couch and leaning his head back to look at the white ceiling. "I. Fucked. Up."

  The brunette sighed, sitting beside the prussian. "Yes. You did." He stated matter-of-factly.

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  "Ve~, my-a head..." A small, auburn haired girl moaned as she sat up on a soft, warm bed. Her eyes were closed, but she knew she was in a different place. The sheets on the bed didn't feel familiar and rope was binding her wrists, but she didn't know what to. Slowly, she opened her eyes, but the room was extremely dark, the only light source was pale moonlight streaming in through shut curtains on the far side of the room. The girls breaths quickened along with her heart-beat and she felt sweat already starting to trickle down her pale skin. Her wide, amber eyes flickered around the room, trying to make out the outlines.

  She was able to make out a dresser, a book-shelf, and two doors, all aside from the bed she was tied to. None of her surroundings were familiar at all. "D-doitsu..." She whimpered, tears streaking her cheeks as she struggled against her bindings. "D-doitsu?" She cried louder, then jumped when a door opened. She winced as the light flooded the room, then was shut off after two bodies entered the room and slammed the door shut. "Wh-who are-a you? Why am I-a here?"