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Italy was running late for the world meeting he was busy chatting with pretty ladies he forgot the time. Romano had already left before him. He thought only three, four or even five minutes passed. The notification from Germany said otherwise. Twenty minutes passed.
“Ve~..”
He was surely going to get an earful from Germany or even Romano. He excused himself from the pretty ladies. Before he went to the meeting he went to the meeting he went to a bakery. Perhaps Germany’s anger could be eased this way or make him forget about scolding him.
Boots clicked into the cemented ground. Italy then approached the building noticing the lack of light emitting out from it. As his hand reached for the door handle he heard a voice behind him.
“Veneziano, idiota!!”
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He then felt a hand on his shoulder shaking it. He looked around and saw he wasn’t at the entrance anymore.
“Wake up!!!”
Italy yelped and looked up amber eyes stared back at him.
“Finally, awake now huh?”
Romano had his arms crossed raising his eyebrows. Before his expression turned to a scowl.
”Roma..?”
A more joyous voice then spoke.
“Ita-Chan!”
From behind Italy strong arms hugged him. Green eyes stared back as, the man got out a paper. Romano just mutter under his breath something about,’Tomato Bastard.’
“Fusoso!~ I wrote today’s agenda for,¡Hoy mismo!”
Spain just continued his talking Italy just looked dazed. As he tried to figure out why was happening. Romano then put a hand on Spain’s mouth.
“You’re too loud tomato bastard. Everyone else went for lunch.”
Spain just said through muffled sounds on, how rude Romano is, and so on. Romano then would take back his hand crossing his arms.
Italy just rubbed his eyes yawning trying to wake up. Looking around realizing that the three of them were the indeed the only ones in the room.
”Germany-“
”The lead bastard, is the other potato bastard, Hungary and Austria.”
Romano cut Veneziano off before taking the note paper from Spain folding it. Then putting it inside his pocket making a ‘tch’. He couldn’t believe that’s where Veneziano priorities lie. He held his tongue from saying a snarky comment not wanting to hear Spain’s whining. He shot a quick take at the Spaniard.
Said Spaniard just continued smiling oblivious to the death glare being sent at him. There was an awkward silence engulfing the room. Before someone clearing their throat could be heard.
“So…uh dudes..”
Romano just narrowed his eyes while Italy tilted his head confused Spain waved grabbing the sky blue eyed man into his.
”Ah! Halo! America? How long have you been there?”
”Uh..a good five minutes.”
”¡Muy bueno, but why?”
America just scratched his back sheepishly, Romano just raised an eyebrows he was wondering why he was still here when he could just leave. His thoughts being cut short by Veneziano loud outburst.
”Ciao! Ciao! America!”
“Hi to you too.”
America looked bewildered by Italys sudden reaction but quickly composed himself. Romano did not even hid his expression giving Veneziano a ,’wtf look’. Wondering why his brother has such a delayed reaction. Spain just seemed to have ignored that or was either hiding his second hand embarrassment very well.
“We gonna ignore what my idoita Fratello did?”
”So, Spain dude, to answer your question I came to get Iggy- Englands tea.”
”Right, I am the only sane person that saw that.”
Romano said sarcastically he was nowhere near forgetting that he made a mental note to ask what Veneziano was on. America then reached over the table to grab Englands tea packet. While he was there he grabbed his milkshake. Which looked soggy and disgusting being out in the open for a long period of time. He proceeded to a take a large gulp much to the disgust of everyone else currently in the room.
”Ah- ve..is that not a hazard?”
”Hazard! Pfft! You are sounding like England! Don’t worry! I American!”
”Dumbass.”
”Huh?”
”Si..Italia is right…”
America pouted not liking that Spain, Italy and Romano were ganging up on him. Italy was completely oblivious as he got a whiff of pasta. His stomach grumbling at the smell of food. Before anyone could say anything he left in a heart beat.
“Whoa! Did Italy disappear?”
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The three nations stared at the spot Italy was just a few seconds ago before looking to the door. Romano just huffed annoyed not believing he’s stuck with two of the most idiotic people.’Why am I stuck with you two dumbasses? One was enough,’ he thought.
Spain blinked a couple times was just surprised with how fast Italy left the room. America the pointed at the door with his signature smile and heroic pose, before letting out a loud laugh that could be heard echoing throughout the room.
”Hah! To the cafeteria!”
”Si! Si!”
With that the three nations America, Spain and Romano all headed to the door into the hallway. The building was quite large and easy to get lost in. Multiple rooms some used others not so much.
The clock would read 9:45 in the morning. The trio’s footsteps would echo stopping at the stairways. Before America could take the first step. Romano spoke up.
”Where are you going burger bastard?”
“To the cafeteria? Duh?”
”My, Idoita brother went with Prussia, Germany, Austria and Hungary. Which is outside.”
”Well…uh this is a shortcut.”
”Si, Roma no harm in takin this path!”
”Don’t call me that.”
With that they all agreed on taking the staircase. Much to the displeasure of Romano. The staircase themselves seemed to be uneven. Which meant it would be easy to fall. If you missed one step.
America’s footsteps in particular were quite heavy as if someone was stomping. It could probably even be heard down. The staircase itself seemed to be none ending. Romano was just huffing and puffing. Spain just was clinging to the railing for the life of him.
Scratching was then heard from beneath them. It was as if someone was scratching at the wall or door. The trio stopped moving all together. As the scratching persisted only growing more frantic by the seconds.
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“HOLY SHI- [Redacted.]”
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