14 Days (A Hetalia Story) [WILL BE REWRITTEN]

Too Soon (Italy P.O.V)

Air filled my atmosphere as I floated on something cold. Freezing cold. Cold air flew through my hair, my body. I blinked once. Then twice. The cloudly sky blocked out every ray of sunlight. I felt for where I was. A splash caught my attention. Water? I felt something grab me, making me panic.

"Fratello..." Cold breath went against my cheek. Romano? I turned around. Romano's face was void of emotion as he held me. He kept me afloat. I felt my legs hit against Romano gently. Oops. I rested my head on his shoulder. I felt his embrace. I want Germany. I want Germany. I cried into his chest. Like I would with Germany. I want to know where we are. I'm scared. I'm scared. I felt him swim ashore, onto sand. I sat there crying. I felt lace irritate my legs. Lace? I looked down to see my maid dress for when I was little. I felt for my bandana. Still there. Romano looked at me with a worried look. Where are we? What is happening?

"Fratello? Where are we?" I asked. He gave a look that looked like he was about to cry. His eyebrows furrowed into his forehead.

"I don't know...." I started to cry again tears flowing down like a waterfall. I don't want to be stranded on a island forever! I don't want to die!

"Shhhh....." I heard Romano whisper. He pulled me into an embrace, having efforts to comfort me. I curled into a ball in his embrace, making minor hiccups. I want answers! I NEED answers! I suddenly heard laughing girls behind me. I turned around. I saw a man laughing in pleasure, stroking one of the girl's hair. I slightly tugged at Romano's sleeve.

"Hmmm?" I slowly walked up to the mysterious man for answers.

"Um excuse me..? Do you know where we are?" He stared at me for a few seconds before hugging me.

"Italy!!!! I-I missed you!" I stood there confused until....

"G-grandpa...ROME?!" I screamed out. I fully bursted into tears hugging the heck out of him.

"Fratello.... Who is this...?" I heard Romano say. I let go and bounded over to Romano.

"Hello Romano......its me your Grandpa!" Romano stood there. Stiff. Frozen. He finally clasped a hand to his mouth, running over. He nearly tackled him into an embrace, making me chuckle a bit. I ran over for a group hug, smiling wide as I ever could. It slightly calmed me down, but I desperately needed answers. Or clues.

"Um.....Grandpa...where are we...?" He let go and held a pale face, which practically looked liked a ghost. He stood stiff. He looked  scared.

"But how......did you boys get up here?" Answering my question WITH a QUESTION? And wait....UP?

"I-I....what......up.....what's going on....?" I hyperventilated in panic and confusion. I fell to the floor clasping my chest. The pain caused a slither of Déjà Vu, as something sharp stabbed my chest.  I felt a warm hand on my cheek, caressing it oh so softly. I feel like I'm going insane, for this keeps leading back to thoughts of Germany. Yearning his love. His presence.

"If you're up here.....y-you must be- OH GOD!" Up....isolation.... I feel puzzles clicking together.

"Y-you m-must b-be.....DEAD!" The word dead rang through my ears over and over. I held a hand to my mouth, crying loudly, loud like I was against the world, like the whole world was against me. I broke down on the ground, curling into a ball. I've been murdered. I've been murdered by someone. I felt someone pick me up into an embrace. I didn't live long enough! I didn't want this! No! NO! I left my friends alone. I accidentally brought Romano with me. IT'S ALL MY FAULT!

I'm in hell.....