Germancest Memories Ch. 2

Germany's hand shook as he lifted the picture off the floor, reading Prussia's messy handwriting scrawled on the back of it.

"Germany, I'm lost… something took me and it won't it won't let me leave… you can save me! I haven't got much longer left to live, so please hurry!
Go North in the woods until you find a broken tombstone, the rest should be revealed as you go."

"A broken tombstone…?" Germany must have sat there wondering what to do next for what seemed like hours.
When he finally stood up, it was light out, and on his way to his bedroom he met Italy in the hallway.
"Italy, you're coming with me today, get dressed." Germany said, shoving past him in the hall to do just that.
He dressed hurriedly and found Italy ready and waiting at his door when he finished.
"Come on, let's go, then." Germany said, starting toward the door with Italy right behind him.
"Hey, Germany, where are we going?"
"North." Germany said, taking out a compass once they reached the forest surrounding Germany's house.
As they stepped into the dense underbrush, Italy said "Germany, what are we doing?"
"Something I should have done a long time ago."
They trekked, defenseless and silent for around a half an hour before Italy tripped.
"Ow, Germany!" Italy hissed under his breath as Germany bandaged up his skinned knee.
"Let's go." Germany said as soon as he was finished.
"Germany! Look at this funny rock I tripped over!" Italy announced, holding up a chunk of rock that Germany was surprised he could lift into the air. "It says something! I think it's in German, because I can't read it, though…"
"Didn't I teach you German?" Germany said, taking the rock and looking at it.
"Well, all I remember is 'Ich laibe dich' so I can use it on girls like France-nii-chan does!" Italy looked at Germany, who had a shocked and scared expression on his face as he dropped the rock, landing inches from his feet, "What is it? What does it say, Germany?"
"This is--it's," Germany stuttered, "Prussia's tombstone. Hurry and find the rest of it!" The part of the stone they had only said Prussia's name and his date of death. With the rest of it he would be able to see what Prussia was talking about!
Under watch from a fat yellow bird that Germany doubted could fly, the two found several more pieces of the shattered shone and carefully arranged them on the ground to try and read what the moss-covered stone said.
"What does it say?" Italy asked, but it was still missing one piece; which could include vital information.
"I still need that last piece to know for certain," Germany said, "But it says something about an entrance. I think."
"But I don't see another piece anywhere."
"I know."
"So what are we going to do now?"
"I do not know, but we have to figure it out." As he said this, the fat yellow bird flew("more like fell," Germany thought) down and sat on the broken tombstone
"Get off of there, you dummkopf! That is my bruder's tombstone!" Germany said, shooing it. It didn't fly away, just sat there, pecking the tombstone, "Stop that! I said go away!"
Suddenly, the place where the bird("if you could call that fat, round thing a bird." Germany thought) started to shine, and the area got larger and larger until the whole thing was glowing in white radiance, and, disappeared without warning, leaving behind a hole in the ground just big enough to jump through.
Germany looked at Italy, who looked back with closed eyes("How is that even possible?" Germany wondered). He picked up a near-by rock and tossed it in, counting slowly to two before hearing the rock hit the bottom of the dark hole.
"Prussia, you will owe me for this!" Germany said, dropping down before Italy.
"Italy, the drop is short, come down!" Germany called up, reaching for his flashlight clipped to his belt.
Germany stepped out of the way just in time, because Italy fell right where he did, shouting "PASTAAA!" as he jumped. Germany shined the flashlight on him, just in time to see him fall on his face.
"Estue…weh…" Italy said painfully.
"I told you I taught you German." Germany said, helping the hurt country up, "Come on, we have to get going, it'll stop hurting soon."
They started to walk through the tunnel they found they had fallen in, and shortly after found stairs, descending deeply downward.

They walked for what felt like hours, long after the stairs had stopped and the cold was almost unbearable.
"Germany, I want pasta," Italy said, his stomach rumbling.
"It can't be much longer. We'll rescue Prussia and leave."
"We're rescuing Prussia?!"
"What did you think we were do-- a door!" when they reached it, they saw that the lock was badly corroded.
"So that's it? This trip was completely pointless?" Italy said, certain he was dying of starvation and lack of pasta.
"Not quite!" Germany said, doing a full roundhouse kick that made the door burst open and bang on the wall on the other side.
"Bruder…?" a hoarse voice whispered from within the cave darkness of the new room, "Bruder!"
"Not so fast," an evil voice spoke clearly within the darkness, "Germany, we've been waiting for you."