Chapter 2:
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The car ride back was as silent as the grave. Christiana kept her eyes on her window, ignoring the concered glances from her brothers. "Ve--" Feliciano worried, biting his nails. Romano was mumbling about Russian-bastards. The dull landscape of the sity soon made way to glorious wheat fields and blue skies. She sighed, resting her head against the cool glass. She had just gotten to sleep when a blast from a truck horn jerked her back to reality. Romano was fiddling with the wheel, letting out a stream of things that she knew the Pope wouldn't like to hear anytime soon.
She pushed back her chestnut-colored hair and sank into a moody silence yet again. Feliciano finally plucked up the courage to ask her something. "So how did you like the conference, sorella?" She stiffened and fixed him with such a glare he cowered against the other side of the car, spewing apologies faster than you could say "PASSSSSTTTAAAA!" Romano looked about ready to snap at their brother as well, but kept his mouth shut.
Soon they reached home. Their three-story house sat there, the gardens as beautiful as ever. It had been a long time since Romano and Feliciano had come back to live with her in that house. She felt a little smothered, she was used to being alone and didn't know how to handle this type of family life, however many times Feliciano and Romano tried, for her sake, to be the perfect brothers. Always there for her.
ALWAYS.
Her eldest brother took her with him to harvest the tomatoes whenever he could, while Feliciano inisisted she come with him to Germany's house. Christiana actually didn't mind that, she occasionally got to see Swtizerland, who viewed her like a little sister, protected her like one, but left her to her own devices when she wanted to be alone.
She climbed out of the car before it stopped all the way, and walked up to the door, which she unlocked and went inside. Christiana could hear the running footsteps of her brothers as they tried to get inside before the heavy door closed, locking them out. They made it inside of course, and Feliciano went right into the kitchen to make pasta, dragging his sister in after him.
She was put to work chopping vegetables, and after a while, Romano came in too and made his special tomato sauce. Feliciano grinned the entire time, noting that this was one of the only times that they had ever done something together like cooking dinner. They ate together like normal, Romano putting in words here and there, Feliciano rambling on about random topics, and Christiana nodding her head every once in a while to show she was listening.
It hadn't been that bad of a day, even with the catastrophe that she called the World Conference. THAT had been bad.
The tired nation bid her brothers goodnight and fell asleep soon after she collasped onto her bed. That same night, Christiana was woken up by her window shattering. She sat straight up in bed, and catiously tip-toed over to the window. She looked down at the broken glass and saw something glittering in the dull moonlight.
Was that a...faucet pipe? She blinked a couple times, wedged a huge pillow into the broken window, and flopped back onto her bed. The next minute she found arms encasing her and she opened her mouth to scream for her brothers, but the attacker pressed a chlorofoam-soaked handkercheif to her nose, and all went black.
Ivan looked down at the tiny Italian nation and smirked. This was going to be fun. He just knew it.
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