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Adult ++
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28
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2
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Chapter Twelve
Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
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Romano ran a hot shower when he heard France leave. He figured he could get himself the rest of the way clean while he was alone. "Ah!" He sank to his knees and held his head, which was suffering from a pounding headache suddenly, right where he hit it a few days ago.
He felt himself being dragged out of the tub by his armpits, and a towel rubbing against his skin, drying him off. He saw a blurry figure turn off the water, before the same figure's hands were wiping away his tears and picked him up.
He felt four metal rings clamp around his wrists and ankles, forcing him to spread his body out on the bed. He was covered in about four layers of different types of blankets.
"T-Too hot..." Romano whimpered. He heard a sigh before the comforter was rolled up at the foot of the bed. France placed a hand on Romano's forehead, who moved his head away. "Head hurts..."
"Why did you hurt yourself? Or do you even remember?"
"I didn't... It just started hurting during my shower..."
"I'll be right back..." France left the basement once again, leaving Romano to pant and struggle from the heat he was feeling.
France came back with a thermometer still in it's package, and some disinfectant gel for cuts. "Lights on!" France sat on the bed. "Let me see your head..." He pushed away Romano's bangs to inspect the mostly healed cuts. He figured it wouldn't hurt to run the gel on it. "This may feel cold."
Romano sighed a little in relief to feel something cold on his skin, but it didn't last long as the gel quickly warmed up to his body temperature. "Damn it... Turn off the heater..."
France took the thermometer out of it's formally plastic seal. "Open your mouth, tongue up." Romano complied, and soon felt the cold metal tip being forced under his tongue for a second, before it was pulled back.
"Normale..." He set the stick back in the plastic opened package before getting up to turn the heater to one level. He didn't want Romano to get too cold, then sick, after all. Then he finally went into the bathroom to work on removing the cracked mirror.
"Sp-Spain... I miss Spain... And Veneziano... Oh Dio...* Let me out! Let me go home!" He struggled against the chains holding him down to the bed.
France rushed to Romano's side. "Calm down, before I tranquilize you."
"That won't help me! I... I'm actually considering suicide because of you..." He whispered. He started to break down, crying.
"You can't kill yourself, as a nation."
"I can hurt myself, in more ways than just physically. I could always refuse to repress thoughts..."
"Would anything help, even just a little? No, I will not let you go, or contact anyone."
"N-N-..." Romano paused to think. "I-Italian music?"
France smiled. "Anyone specific?"
"Could you get me a big list of music in some kind of music player? I don't care what the player is, or where it's from, just as long as I can listen to music... And... C-Could I get a bunch of movies, as well...?"
"Of course! Just give me a minute to find a pen and some paper." France left, and Romano smiled slightly for the first time in at least a month.
When France came back into the basement, Romano listed every band and movie that he knew that Spain knows he likes. He was hoping to give Spain, or somebody at least, the message that he was being kept in Francis Bonnefoy's basement.
"Anything else?" France smiled at the Italian boy.
"No... Except, maybe, leave me alone, and use the time to get those."
"Of course." France kissed Romano's forehead. "I'll return par l'heure du diner."* Then Romano was left all alone, chained down to an oversized bed, just remembering about the mirror and reached for the button to call France back- barely saving it from falling.
Romano had to speak loudly. "You forgot about the mirror."
France went back down the stairs and into the room again. "If it will help, then I'll work on moving it for you."
Romano smirked again. 'It seems like I got him trained...' He thought to himself.
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"Dio" - "God"
"Par l'heure du diner" - "By dinner time"