When Germany made it to Italy's house, he tried to open the door. Of course, it wouldn't open, so he knocked on the door. He heard footsteps but instead of Italy, it was Romano.
"I told you I didn't check him out!" Romano yelled when he saw it was Germany. "I'm on my way to the hospital right now."
"There's no reason to go, he isn't there," Germany said and Romano glared at him.
"Don't fucking joke around with me," Romano growled as he walked away. Germany sighed and left. Where else would Italy have gone if he wasn't at Romano's house. Right after he thought that he face palmed.
"My house," he said as he ran home. That's the only place Italy would go if he didn't go to his own home. But when he got to his house Italy wasn't there either. Where could he have gone?
"If only I knew who checked him out, then I might be able to find him," Germany sighed as he sat down on the couch. The phone rang and he looked at the caller I.D. It was a private call. He picked it up and pushed the talk button.
"Hallo?" he said, but he was greeted by static. He also heard crying in the background, but he didn't recognize the voice.
"Hallo? Anybody there?" he asked and the static grew louder. Suddenly, a loud crash was heard on the other end and the call ended. He put the phone back on the charger and ran a hand through his hair. What the hell is going on?
It's been two months since Italy's disappearance. No one has seen or heard anything from him. Germany was becoming extremely worried about him. He wanted to know where he was, what he was doing and if he was safe.
He was walking past the park when he saw a black and white cat laying on a bench. Without thinking, he walked over to it. He sat down beside it and began to pet the cat, who purred in response. Germany smiled and continued to pet it.
"I really wish Italy was here. He would be fawning over you if he was," Germany said as the cat stood up and got on Germany's lap. The cat meowed softly and rubbed its face against Germany, still purring.
"You're pretty affectionate for a stray cat. Which I'm assuming you are since you have no collar."
Suddenly, the cat's ears shot up and swiveled around a bit. It jumped down and bit Germany's pants leg, tugging on it a bit. Germany understood that it wanted him to follow it, so he stood up. The cat darted off into the woods and Germany followed it. After walking for about thirty minutes, he came across an abandoned building.
The cat meowed at him and padded up to the door. Germany walked over and opened it, and the cat ran inside. He followed it and the door shut behind him, leaving him in complete darkness. He ran his hand along to wall trying to find a light switch. He heard the meowing loudly and he realized the cat was still leading him somewhere. He walked toward the sound of the meowing and soon found the cat.
The cat continue to meow as it walked off and Germany followed the sound. Soon, he saw a light that outlined a door. The cat sat in front of the door an looked up at Germany expectantly. Germany let out a breath and opened the door.
"Hello Germany. We've been waiting for you."
Germany's eyes widened. The room was full of torture devices and chains were hanging in the walls. It also had a huge statue of a male with wings sitting in the middle of the room. Everything was rusty looking and obviously very old. Italy was chained to the wall by his wrists, staring at Germany with wide eyes.
And in the middle of the room, sitting at the base of the statue, was Feliciano. He gave Germany a wicked smile as he stood up.
"I'm so glad you could finally join us!"