EclecticNyx

Chapter Fourteen: Chandelier Italy laid Japan down in the cot, taking note of how light he was. Japan was fast asleep, body caught up in a deep stupor. Italy shook his head. "You are going to kill me." Japan mumbled in his sleep, turning over. His hands twitched then relaxed. God, was he going to have a headache when he awoke… Prussia stooped down next to Italy, offering him a plateful of steaming hot pancakes drenched in syrup. They were practically liquid batter with the amount the ex-nation had dumped on it. "Want some?" "Um, I'll pass." "Fine, whatever. You have no idea what you are missing—" Prussia took out a str

                            Chapter Thirteen: Please Italy caught Japan as he stumbled, and Japan giggled childishly and hiccupped. "Ahaha…Italia-kun…the lights are so pretty…" Italy bit his lip and shook his head, tsking at the unbalanced Asian. He caught him as Japan narrowly tripped over a loose board. "Japaaaan…I didn't know, I'm so sorry! I should have told you about the drinks down here before letting you have them! How many—hey! Are you listening to me?!" Japan was leaning against the wall, holding his head groggily. He squinted in Italy's direction. Everything was so fuzzy…he couldn't remember wha

                          Chapter Twelve: Dance "It's at nine. " "You told me already, Italia-kun." "You're sure you'll come?" Japan finished tightening the horrible, choking tie in the mirror. He stared at Italy. "I will try my best. And that is my word." Italy nodded vigorously, watching as Japan fiddled with the buttons on the front of his fancy lapel jacket. He stifled a giggle. "You look so dressed up and stiff, it fits you very well…" "Will you leave?" Italy shook his head slowly, and Japan sighed in frustration as a button popped. "Wipe that insolent smile of your face immediately, Italia-kun." Italy burst into ful

                  Chapter Eleven: King of the World They ran together, Japan being breathlessly dragged along. What he had done to America had been exceedingly undignified and dishonorable, but he felt a reckless thrill nonetheless. Maybe he was becoming more like Italy. He made a mental note to control himself more. Italy stopped by the restaurant, instructing Japan to remain outside. Japan tapped his fingers on the railing, idly watching the clouds and the endless sea. Morning sun danced across the water, and Japan sighed and enjoyed the reprieve. Said reprieve was interrupted as Italy bounced into him, holding up two round pastrie

Chapter Ten: Feeling "I'm sorry," apologized Italy after a long silence after telling his dream. "It-it's so fast and random…that's just how it was…" Japan said nothing. "Y-you think this means I was a human once? Were we all human once, Japan?" Japan gave the slightest of nods. "Maybe," he finally said. "Maybe we all were once. Maybe God ordained us to be so, to be the living entities of a country's soul." "I pray," said Italy piously. "I pray even though I know I don't have to, because I'm a country and not human, but I pray every day. God is up there, I know it. He did this for a reason. He put me here for a reason. He m

                                 Chapter Nine: Only Human "What do you mean?" Japan peered curiously at Italy, who squeaked and buried his face in the blanket. "U-uh…n-never mind…its just dreams, anyway...!"  "Tell me," Japan ordered tiredly. "I know you want to." "Well," said Italy, propping himself up on his elbows. "How far back can you remember?" "I'm an old man, Italy," Japan answered. "I may not physically look like it, but my age is thousands of years old. I suppose…"  He thought for a moment. "The farthest is when I was young and China-san found me in the bamboo forest." "Okay," said Italy, "And all I used