Second Chances [Italy & Romano]

iiAnarchyDuck · Post by **iiAnarchyDuck** » 21-06-2011 19:43

Plot
Nations do die but, when they wake up again, they are perfectly healed. However, sometimes things do not always go to plan.

After a freak accident during the latest World Conference, Italy is sent to the hospital. His brother and friends wait by his side for him to wake but, when he finally does, something strange occurs. Italy has no memories of them, not even of his older brother.

For once taking charge, Romano steps up to take care of his amnesic little brother, realizing that this might be the chance to mend their otherwise damaged relationship.

Players
talkenia & Anarchyduck

Characters

Italy & Romano

Others might appear.

talkenia · Post by **talkenia** » 21-06-2011 20:14

It was a day as all others. He had woken up as usual, laying close to Germany, they had breakfast, as usual. That particular day it was a Wednesday, so it was a day for training. Training at the shooting range. When Italy and Germany arrived there it was pretty noisy. Not only because of all the shooting, but also because a particular noisy America and a laughing Prussia were holding a contest on who could hit most precise. Many other Nations had decided to join in. So it was one happy mess. Italy put on his safety glasses and grabbed his gun for practicing.

The others saw it in a flash, no-one knows how it could ever have happened. Germany was there as well, he had to look, to see how a loose bullet from America's gun, shot Italy. He saw it happening in slow-motion, but was too late to do anything. Italy had fallen on the ground. Germany had run over to him and hugged him. It was too late.

He could feel no heartbeat.

iiAnarchyDuck · Post by **iiAnarchyDuck** » 24-06-2011 07:12

When the shot went off, Romano was near the end of the row with Spain, Belgium and the Netherlands. Both he and Belgium were trying to make sure Spain and Netherlands didn't get into a real fight and just left it to aiming their frustrations at the targets across the fields. Thus far, their plan had worked.

He hadn't thought about it when the shot rang out. After all, since they were at a shooting range, hearing gunshots wasn't abnormal. It was the gathering of nations that caught his attention. He slipped off the earmuffs, now able to hear everything much clearer.

An apologizing America was being led away by England and some other guy (Romano couldn't recall his name). Shouts went up for an ambulance to be called, which sparked more curiosity. It wasn't until he was dragged over by Spain when he saw what was going on.

His brother Veneziano on the ground with Germany holding him. Worst of all, he could see red blossoming on Veneziano's shirt.

Something in Romano froze. Granted, he had seen his brother wounded and bleeding before. Except, during those times, he was crying and constantly looking for someone to hold onto. This time, however, Veneziano was still. His body was completely limp in Germany's hold, deprived of life.

A cold, sinking feeling swelled inside him and Romano sprang forward, shoving Germany away with a strength that even surprised him.

"You fucking bastard, what did you do to him?" He demanded as he took Veneziano into his own arms. He gasped, a shudder running through him as he felt his brother's body. Veneziano wasn't breathing and, when he pressed his fingers against his pulse point, he felt no pulse. No heartbeat. Romano suddenly felt very cold and empty. "S-Someone do something! Do something God dammit!"

Then, he was being pulled away. At first, he refused until he realized it was Spain. An ambulance had arrived from a nearby hospital and professionals were beginning to work on Italy. They took him into the ambulance and Romano followed.

He rode with them to the hospital, watching as medical staff worked on his brother. When they arrived to the hospital, they took Italy, rushing him into the back. Romano trailed behind them until a couple of nurses stopped him. All the while, the cold feeling inside him began to grow, making him feel sick. He'd only felt this once before, back during World War Two when he and his brother were separated. This time, however, it felt much worse.

((Sorry for the delay and shitty response. Guess some of the other nations could follow behind.))

talkenia · Post by **talkenia** » 24-06-2011 18:18

(shitty response you say.. ? ... its longer than anything i typed before, and pretty awesome as well.. XD)

When he woke up he was in a hospital. He looked around himself and saw a single person sitting beside his bed. He tried to lift his hand to reach to that person. It lifted only slightly.. he felt weak. A few times he blinked with his eyes... His mind was fuzzy, and he couldn't think clearly. He was so dazed he didn't even know what to think about..

iiAnarchyDuck · Post by **iiAnarchyDuck** » 25-06-2011 06:04

((It felt shitty to me =/ ))

It seemed like forever before they allowed Romano into the room. At the present time, only family members could go. If Austria or Hungary were here, Romano was sure one of them would be saying that they were like family to Veneziano. They had raised him, after all. Spain offered to go with him but Romano declined.

The nurse led Romano into a room where they kept Veneziano. The entire way, he felt like he was going to vomit. The sick feeling inside him twisted and knotted in his stomach, sending cold chills that made the hair on his arms rise. Romano wanted it to be over. He didn't want Veneziano to die - to remain dead. Despite what he always said before, he couldn't imagine carrying on without his brother. Romano wanted so much to be the brother Veneziano deserved. He hated the fact his brother always turned to stupid Germany for everything. Germany didn't deserve his brother's attention or affection.

The nurse left Romano in the room alone and he sat in a chair against the wall, praying and watching for signs if life to return. He felt it immediately. A warmth swiftly spread from his chest to his limps, knocking out the chills and calming the knot in his belly. Romano looked up, seeing Veneziano's chest finally moving. Relief swept through him.

He said nothing as he moved closer to the bed, nervously watching his little brother as life returned to him. Veneziano's eyes opened - finally! - and Romano allowed himself to sigh in relief. "You stupid idiot..." He said without the normally hinted anger. When Veneziano tried raising his hand, Romano only hesitated for a second before taking it, grateful that it didn't feel as cold as it had before.

"Veneziano, you bastard, how dare you. What kind of an idiot gets shot at a shooting range?"

talkenia · Post by **talkenia** » 26-06-2011 12:59

The person opposite him, looked very relieved, He had no idea why tough.. Quickly the other stood up and grabbed his hand. "Veneziano, you bastard, how dare you. What kind of an idiot gets shot at a shooting range?" It took him a few seconds to notice that the person was talking to him. It took him some difficulty to recall the words which expressed what he wanted to say. It was as if everything had drifted off.. With a dry throat he did manage to say something.. v-v-veh.. w-what a-are you talking... about? He didn't get it.. The person talked to him as if he was a dear friend, but he had no idea.. never seen him before..
The other looked surprised, which was logic, if you mistake some stranger for someone you know..

iiAnarchyDuck · Post by **iiAnarchyDuck** » 27-06-2011 21:48

"v-v-veh.. w-what a-are you talking... about?"

Romano frowned, his brows drawn together in confusion. What did Veneziano just say? "Come on, stop playing stupid. You know what I'm talking about." He said, though could feel the cold sickness returning. He swallowed it down and straightened, looking straight at Veneziano. They were the same amber color, just as they always had been, but there was something wrong. There was no warmth, or sparkle of happiness. Usually whenever Veneziano saw him, he had this really stupid, happy look about him. Right now, when Romano looked into his brothers eyes, it was like Veneziano didn't know who he was.

The room suddenly felt very cold.

"V-Veneziano," God how he hated the way he stuttered his brother's name. "Don't you remember the shooting range?"

talkenia · Post by **talkenia** » 15-07-2011 21:00

The other person frowned, "Come on, stop playing stupid. You know what I'm talking about." Apparently the other still thought he knew him. The other straightened and started looking very serious, maybe even slightly scared.
He backed away a bit before talking again.

"V-Veneziano," The other stuttered looking very shocked now. "Don't you remember the shooting range?" Now he must be really mistaken.

Again it took a while to recall the words that expressed what he wanted to say. "S-sorry?" What shooting range?" A pause "A-and who are you anyway? You seem to think y-you know me?"