"WILL NEVER"
By Radically Distinguished
Prologue; 2010
I was sitting on the middle of something soft, a cloth covering my legs and I was wearing of what feels to be a light nightgown. I can hear my breathing gradually getting stronger and difficult by the moment. I can't see anything even though my eyes were wide open. But there's white, and it was all over the place. And I smell something mechanical and antiseptic, and it was heavy.
Then there's this pain, throbbing its way from all over my edges into my body.
But I can't fight it, because I know it'll be senseless. It stings everywhere and it's cold.
I feel cold, and there are voices, lots of them, in a rumble.
"Wha. . .ng. . .er. . ."
"She. . . tly. . . ine. . ."
"Th. . .why. . . ike. . . at. . ."
"We. . .overdos. . .sedat. . . because. . .not normal. Y . . . re. . . countr-"
"WE BLOODY. . .OW WHAT WE. . .ARE!"
"Engla. . .lm down!"
"Stop it! Pu. . .im dow. . .!"
"Stop that!"
Someone held my shoulders tightly, and I feel warm again. Like it was winter in that short moment that passed. "Rom. . .? Roman. . .!"
"Sir, yo. . .not do tha. . .patient!"
"ITALY ROMANO!"
I felt my eyes move and swayed by the voice that called me. I recognized it instantly. "Fa. . . Fran-France. . ." I tried to speak. "What's. . .wha. . .What's goin-" I felt my hands shaking as I tried to touch his wrists, his hands moving to my cheeks.
"Thank . . .odness! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
"Whe-where am I? Why is it-"
"YOU'RE GOING TO BE FINE, ROMANO! I PROMISE! WHE. . . SPAIN!?
"HE'S. . .THE. . .OOM. . .ITH . . . PRUSSI. . .!"
"TELL HIM ROMANO'S AWAKE!" He caressed my face like I was the most important thing in the world to him. But I wasn't. "You're gonna be fine, Romano. Spain's coming!"
"What's going on, France? Why won't you tell me?" I asked with a hoarse voice.
"Believe me, môn cher. I'm not the person who's supposed to tell you that." He got closer.
"ROMANO!"
Someone was running, and there was this loud slam of something hard on concrete. He was here.
"Spai… Spain. . ." France's let go of my face, moving a bit farther. I felt another being closing in on us.
"France-! France, what happened? Did something happen to her? Is she hurt?"
"She just woke up, Spain. She's been overdosed with sedation and anaesthesia like Prussia, and she can't see us." I felt another hand on me, its warmth filling me up instantly the moment his skin collided with mine, "But she's not blind. Just heavily dizzy."
"ARE VENEZIANO AND GERMANY HERE YET?"
"Spain, where are they?"
"They're nearly here. ENGLAND, PUT THAT MAN DOWN! AMERICA-"
"I GOT HIM! WE'RE GONNA WAIT FOR THE OTHERS TO ARRIVE!"
"I'll go check Prussia." France was not by my side anymore, and he was getting blurred from my hearing again.
"Take the humans with you." He was now holding my hand, like he was scared of something going away from him. Like he never wanted to let go.
"Sir, the operation must proceed as sche-"
"It'll only take a minute, docteur. Come."
"But, it will not be good for her health."
"Being away from him will not be good for her soul, trust me. Let us go." And the door closes.
I feel Spain's breathing on me, his forehead onto mine, the shaking of his being more prominent by the minute. But for a different purpose, a much more dreadful reason than mine. He's always this obvious type, the predictable guy.
"What's going o-on, Spain?" I feel weak, my whole body depending on his hold now. "What's wrong with me?"
"There's nothing wrong with you, mi amor." He said huskily. "You're perfect. You always are." And he kissed me, his soft lips touching my head desperately longer than he normally does. "You'll always be."
"But I'm not fine, aren't I?" Placing a hand to the one he has on my face, I gripped it gently. He didn't answer. "Why do you know it better than I do, Spain? What secrets are you hiding from me?"
He was sobbing. And it made me tremble more, "You knew about this. You just forgot, Romano."
"Tel. . .Tell me now." I waited for him say something back. But his sobbing just got louder. "Spain, tell me."
"Germany. . . Germany and Italy. . . There'll be just one representative for them, Romano." He said. "You and Prussia. . . are going to get abolished today."
I felt something incredibly and inhumanly heavy in me, a pain that brought me face-to-face with death as it was addicting, and yet deadly. But it was frightfully familiar. I've felt it before.
And then I remembered. "We went through this already, Spain. If I di-"
"No, no, no, no don't say that. No, please no-"
"Shhh. It's alright, Spain? Spai-" I wanted to cry, but I'm not sure if I already was.
"You're not going to die, Romano. Roma-"
"Spain, w-we all know how this work. We're all going to face this oblivion. But. . . I-I. . . going to go f-first, alright."
"No! NO! Roma, no!"
"Spain, listen to me-"
"You promised me you're never going to leave me! I promised you-" He was starting to grip me hard, wrapping his arms slowly around me. But I can still sense his face unto mine.
"It's not going to be like that now, love-"
"I promised you I'll keep you safe. That you're going to be alright!" He hugged me. Tightly, like he didn't need to breathe just to hold me close. I wrapped my arms around him. "That you'll be with me for the rest of this world to know. . . Roma. . . Romano. . ."
"But we can't be like that forever, Spain. We can't . . . we can't."
"NO! No!"
"Shhh"
"I love you. I love you, Roma. I love you."
"I love you too, Spain."
"I love you. "
Everything went wrong after that.
HIGH PROFILE/S; FBI 'CIVILIAN' MASTERLIST
Surname: Vargas Public Status: College Student
Name: Lovina Renata University/Employment: Sapienza University
Middle Name: dela Cruz
Age: 19 years old
Sexuality: Female
Address: 27, Via Tronto, Rome, Lazia Italy
Name of Father: Arrigo Bartolommeo Vargas
Occupation: English Tutor/Artist (Painting)
Name of Mother: Eulalia Maria Vargas
Occupation: CEO, Artistic Euphoria, Inc.
Siblings: NONE
Formerly known as Romano, Italia (Human Representative).
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