towerofanimus | [Event, returning from surgery, open]

Characters: All those who were expermimented on if they want and everyone else
Setting: Cafeteria, morning
Format: Whatevers easiest
Summary: Those that were taken a week ago are left in the cafeteria, changed and somewhat broken. (I'm starting with Romeo, and then everyone can just make their own threads/reply to each other/tag around. I just thought this would save 8 very similar different threads)
Warnings: Horror, description of body modification horror, trauma, angst, unplesentness. Probably lots of anger

Romeo had barely struggled when he was taken a week ago but now he was angry. The bad people had hurt them all, did awful things to them. He shouted at them and was ignored, he tried to bash them with his antlers but it did nothing. Soon they were left in the cafeteria. It had only been a week but everything had changed. Romeo had fallen once they had put him down, he still wasn't good at walking and he looked around. The cafeteria was exactly the same though it seemed that the whole tower should have changed, become even scarier than it already was. He looked at his mouth, so strange and protruding out of his face and then down at his legs, four of them now not two. They looked strange in a way they hadn't in the cells. They had been a scary place and the face that he now had hooves and antlers hadn't been as horrifying as it was now he was in a normal place. A place he had been for a long time now.

He looked at the others and tried not to cry, he had cried so much already and it wouldn't keep anyone's spirits up. Now they were back they had to act strong and brave because they would be seeing their friends. Those that were hopefully safe. With a determined look Romeo struggled to his feet and stood, staying very close to the others, scared even now he was no longer imprisoned. "It will be alright." He whispered, both to himself and to those around him. They just had to keep their spirits up, and no matter what they had to keep living.

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So somebody had stolen Germany's muscle. They'd taken it away, and tried to render him useless. For an experiment. What experiment meant doing this though?

What if it happened to him too? If he just woke up and found people cutting away at him?

Italy began to shake, and could feel tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to go home; be in the right bed, have nice food and have his normal fears back. He couldn't reply to Germany at that moment; things seemed far too nightmarish.

Germany watched the tears forming. It was a predictable reaction-- gott, Italy cried at everything--, but it still cut deep. Italy was scared, even he could tell that much, but Germany couldn't protect him any more. It was something they both had to accept.

"Italy," Germany looked down, trying to remain emotionless. It was easier that way. "I understand if you want to break off our alliance."

Italy heard the words, and simply stared at Germany. Why would he want to do that? Without Germany, things would be so much scarier. And how was Germany going to move around without help? They'd promised to help each other when they needed it.

"But... b-but Germany's my friend. You have to stay with your friends so they don't get hurt."

Well, hurt even more.

"I can't protect you like this."

That had been what Italy wanted from their alliance, right? Germany was his muscle, but now he was no good to the other nation in this state. He would only be a burden, one that he was sure Italy couldn't handle.

Wiping at his eyes, Italy took a few deep breaths.

"I'll protect you. I promised I'd protect you if you needed it."

It was going to be difficult, that was for sure. Italy was determined he was going to help his friend though; there had to be a way to fix this situation, or make it better. As long as he had the support, Italy was sure Germany could start to build back some strength.

The idea of Italy protecting him seemed ridiculous, but Germany had to accept that he needed his help. Even if Italy eventually ran off to seek the aid of someone stronger, at least he was here for now.

"...thank you." He said, awkwardly.

Shakily moving across the floor, Italy found himself space on Germany's bed and sat down. Suddenly, he felt incredibly tired; it had been an eventful morning. A scary, loud, intense morning. His stomach rumbled, and Italy remembered he'd even skipped breakfast.

"It's okay. You're my friend!"

Germany was back though. That was what mattered. They'd find a way through this.

Germany nearly rolled his eyes hearing Italy's stomach growl.

"You can go and get something to eat. I'll stay here and rest." There wasn't much else he could do, anyway. "You are not to tell anyone about this, do you understand?"

Italy thinks for a minute. He's really, really hungry, but he doesn't want to leave Germany. What if something happened again?

"I promise I won't, ve! I'm not leaving yet though," he shakes his head comically. "When you're asleep I'll go and find some food."

He pauses, thinking more. He's got to be the protective one now, so he's going to do his duty just as promised.

"And I'll come right back here when I'm done!"

"...fine."

Germany settled down as best he could. He could feel his bones digging into him, making getting comfortable basically impossible. At least it was better than lying on the floor of the glass cell, and he needed sleep badly. He'd barely been able to the past week.

Without another word, he pulled the blanket right over him and shut his eyes.

Waiting until his ally was fast asleep, Italy got up and walked over. Patting Germany on the head, he tried his best to avoid looking at the scars and stitches that were visible. It wasn't that they were disgusting; they just looked sore. It was a reminder that somebody had been able to hurt Germany.

Quietly leaving the room, he hurried to the elevator to get to the cafeteria and find food. He didn't want to be away from Germany for long. Italy would come back as soon as he had something.

[Event, returning from surgery, open]

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