HetaOni: Time Marches On - Chapter 17 Continuation

CHAPTER 17: DISAPPEARANCE ...CONTINUED...

Aaah…Here we go again...
Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder… If this story will ever have an end…
Eh, I guess we will find out later, won’t we?
Now as time marches on…

“What’s wrong?” Germany looked to Japan’s surprised expression with curiosity and a little concern.
“I-Italy?” Japan didn’t answer him but his eyes grew wider, even while he remained otherwise frozen with his hand on Italy’s still face.
By this point Prussia was getting concerned too. What was going on? Why was Japan suddenly freaking out over Italy?! “Hey! What’s wrong?!”
Japan began to shake Italy, as if trying to wake him, “Italy! Italy!”
“J-Japan?” Germany responded with shock. What had gotten into Japan all of a sudden?
“Italy! Please you have to wake up!” Japan continued to shout, paying no attention to Germany or Prussia.
All the noise caused the others in the room to rush over. “What is going on over here? We heard a lot of shouting,” France asked.
Prussia started to pull Japan back so that he would stop shaking their poor dead friend, “Japan Italy is-”
“ALIVE!” Japan beat him to it, “He’s breathing!”
In shock and great disbelief Prussia released his grip on Japan, allowing him to rush to Italy’s side once more, this time holding his hand. “But... west had checked his vital signs himself!” Prussia commented, trying to figure out how this had happened.
Germany was already checking his pulse, and for signs of breathing again. His surprise, and the look of relief on his face made his answer clear before he had even spoken, “He’s... breathing!”
“Are you serious?! But I thought... I mean he really looked...” America spoke in shock.
“We all thought so, but apparently that wasn’t the case. Actually it’s a small miracle, since everything else seems to be heading downhill fast,” Canada added.
“But it’s so unlike you to mis-read someones vital signs west,” Prussia continued, although Germany never answered.
“Maybe it was a freak accident of sorts. Like you sometimes hear on the news. Someone comes back to life hours after being pronounced dead,” France suggested.
“Don’t say that! It’s like the living dead, and It’s really freaking me out!” America complained.
England stared hard at the empty space in front of him. Ever since that fight, all he could see was darkness. But he felt something in front of him. In the direction he assumed, was the bed where Italy lay.... He saw a light. It emanated from that spot. From Italy. If he focused he could even see it moving throughout Italy's body... pumping magic through his veins. It was the first thing he could almost “see” since he’d lost his eyesight, and of course like everything else, it made no sense. He remembered clearly taking back his magic from Italy. So how was it back? And there was even more than Italy had before. It was what was keeping him alive for now. England was so confused by this discovery, while he wouldn’t let it go, he also didn’t share it with the group. Letting them carry on without him.
“Germany? You were the one who checked his pulse. What do you think happened?” Canada asked.
Germany brushed his large hand across Italy’s small face, brushing strands of ginger hair away from his sleep heavy eyes, “Quite honestly, I don’t care how he’s alive.... I’m just glad that he is.”