Month of Sorrow

Chapter 6 - Strings of Fate (part 1)

However, just as he got up from his chair, a sharp pain suddenly rose up in Hong Kong's chest. By instinct, he clutched his dress shirt and groaned in agony and struggled to breathe. He felt the blood in his head rush down to his feet, making him dizzy so he had to put his hand on the long table for support. The whole world around him spun rapidly, just as fast as one of America's roller coasters in one of his amusement parks. No... No, not another one!!

Everything then faded to black as Hong Kong hit the floor, though didn't hear a thump nor did he even feel the blow. All he felt was total numbness.

~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile With the Italy Brothers~! ~~~~~~~~~~~

"Fucking nations are really immature bastards," Romano grumbled as he walked down the fourth floor hall with Italy, his younger brother. "Can't get a fucking shitty meeting done and over with in a civil manner."

"Well, fratello, in my defense you were yelling at Germany who was only talking to me a few times yesterday," replied Italy innocently.

"I fucking told you three times to not go anywhere near that potato bastard!"  said Romano, his voice rising slightly.

"Vee~~ why should I? Germany's big and strong, he's really nice, and he helps me a lot and—"

"I don't really give two shits who he is, he's a potato bastard and nothing else!"

"But fratello—"

Romano was about to reply angrily when both Italies heard a thump nearby. "The hell was that?"

"I don't know, maybe someone was breaking in?!" Italy asked fearfully.

"How could someone scale a six-story building in such a short time, idiota?"

"Uh..."

"My point exactly."

"But somebody probably fell!"

"Most likely the potato bastard or else the tomato bastard. Though my money's on the albino potato bastard."

"Doitsu~!!" Needless to say, Italy ran to the doors of the meeting room and barged in, with Romano behind bumbling about.

"Crazy idiota," he muttered.

"UWAAAAAHHHH LI XIAOOOO!"

Suddenly, the Southern Italian's ears perked up when he heard Hong Kong's human name. Automatically, his legs took him to an unconscious Hong Kong with a pained expression on his face and a small stream of blood staining his brunette hair and coming down across his face to his ear. Italy was doing CPR on him, but seemingly to no avail.

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It all happened just too quickly and too slowly at the same time. He was feeling hot and cold at the same time. He could not feel anything and feel everything at the same time. He could hear nothing and hear everything at the same time. The sudden drop of his body temperature. A very faint tapping on his chest. The very faint feeling of being carried out and placed on a stretcher. The faint, blurred sounds of worried talk, tears, cries of sorrow and helplessness, people calling out his name in vain. Just like he remembered.