His name is ... [3/3]
Italy realized that as he had thought about this, he had closed his eyes himself.
As he opened them again, he saw from his canthus that the one he had just thought about was stretching his arms.
Meant he finally got up.
Italy turned around to see the country get up from the couch he had been lying on.
He didn’t seem to notice Italy and if he did, he didn’t show it.
The young guy walked straight to the next mirror to check his image and style his hair – for which he needed a few seconds.
Italy could see the mirror image of the boy smirking as if he was happy with himself – and he probably was.
Italy had nearly forgotten that he still had to do some work for Austria. He moaned silently and went to the other room to continue his work.
Finally Italy had finished what Austria had told him to do and sat down on a chair.
He just thought about making a little siesta when he heard a strange noise.
A very loud noise.
It was the sound of a bell – but not any bell – it was a fire bell!
A fire had broken loose in Austria’s house.
How could this have happened?
“Italy!” he heard a young woman scream. Then someone grabbed his arm and said: “We have to get out of here quickly!”
Italy looked up to see that it was Hungary.
She looked worried.
Italy didn’t need to be told twice and so the two of them ran out of the house as fast as they could.
“What happened?” Italy asked the young lady in a scared and worried voice.
“I don’t know exactly” Hungary explained “but for what I’ve heard two women got in a fight and left a hearth fire unwatched.”
As they reached the front door and came out of the house they saw Austria and the blonde boy who both looked very exhausted.
They all starred back at the burning house.
“I have to get back in!” Austria said.
“No! You can’t! It’s too dangerous!” Hungary held him back.
“But my music sheets! I’ve just composed a new piece! If I don’t rescue it, it will be lost in the flames!”
Italy could see that Hungary hesitated for a short moment.
He knew, that Hungary knew as well as himself how much Austria cared for his music pieces and how much they meant to him.
Then something happened that nobody had expected.
“I’ll get them!” the teenage boy shouted and disappeared so quickly in the house that nobody could stop him.
They all looked at the open door, where the teenager had vanished.
For a moment everyone seemed just frozen and no one seemed to know what to do.
But then Austria caught himself again.
Italy saw that he looked very serious – and he realized that Austria was concerned.
“We have to get a wet blanket! Quickly!” he commanded and Hungary and Italy responded immediately by helping Austria with this task.
Since all three worked together they soon managed to get what they want. -
But maybe not soon enough.
Italy looked at the house.
Their new housemate still hasn’t come out of the house.
Austria didn’t hesitate.
He took the wet blanket, throw it over himself and a moment later he was gone in the house as well.
Italy looked at Hungary.
She had buried her mouth with her hands and her eyes were full of anxiety, but as she realized that Italy was looking at her she gave him a smile and hugged him.
A short while passed, but for Italy it seemed like an eternity and he knew that for Hungary it must have felt even longer.
Then Italy saw contours in the smoke.
First they were very vague and hazy, but the outlines ongoing got clearer and better.
It was like a déjà-vu for Italy and probably also for Hungary.
Like the day, when Austria had brought the adolescent country to his house, he was also carrying him in his arms now.
The boy seemed unconscious. At least Italy hoped that he was just unconscious.
As they came closer Italy saw something that really gave him a shock and that let Hungary gasp and putting her hands on her mouth.
The boy had been injured in the flames.
He had burnings over the right side of his face.
“Everything’s alright.” Austria said to the boy, then he looked into the scared faces of Hungary and Italy. “Don’t worry. He’ll get better. He’ll be fine.”
The boy in his arms opened his eyes.
“What did you think doing this!?” Austria asked him.
He answered him in a weak voice: “I wanted to save your music pieces … because … I know how you feel about music … I’m … I’m so sorry I couldn’t …”
Italy was amazed to see Austria smile.
“Don’t worry about that. It’s not bad. The most important thing is, that you are fine. You are much more important than any music piece. A piece of music can be easily replaced and can be composed new … but a country or a city … and yes, it’s true, that music is important to me – and I also know that’s very important to you too, but … you are more important to me than all the music – way more.”
Italy never heard Austria talk like this before.
He saw the other country smile, as he said: “Danke … großer Bruder”.
