Wrong Turn [Open?]

[Italy Veneziano]

((OOC: Thought I'd start something, hope this is okay?))

It was the dark that finally pulled Italy out of his reverie. With a start, he realized that it was, in fact, very late. That, and a little bit chilly. Had he put a jacket on before going out? He checked. Hmm, nope, guess not. Well, that was okay. He’d be going home soon! In fact, he should probably go home right now!

For the first time in several hours, he looked around to take in his surroundings. And realized, with growing panic, that he didn’t recognize any of them.

This was not good.

Nations usually had to be careful when they walked around. They could cover much longer distances than they meant to if they weren’t. A walk to a neighboring country could be as easy as a walk down the street if they put enough effort into it. Italy hadn’t put in any effort at all, but his feet had apparently gotten just as lost in thought as he had been because he knew his country backwards, forwards, and upside-down, and he was definitely not in Italy anymore.

The question remained, however: where was he?

Frantically, Italy searched his pockets for his phone. With a sob, he realized that it was out of batteries. This was really, really not good! He was cold and, now that he thought about it, hungry and lost in an unknown country. What was he supposed to do?

((A bit of headcanon thrown in there; it's the only way I can imagine Italy managing to run from his house across Switzerland's yard to Germany in a single night...))

[Belgium]

(Hi there, hope you don't mind a Belgium XD)

Well, luckily for Italy, Belgium happened to be out and about in whatever country he'd wandered into, striding slowly down the street after coming from a party. She had her phone in hand and was busily texting someone who had been unable to come to the event, a smile still lingering about her lips.

She was wrapped up enough in recent memories of drunken antics and things being thrown out windows not to notice the cold--her coat remained slung over her arm, leaving her bare shoulders exposed to the chilly night air. And indeed, she nearly failed to notice Italy, and may have passed him by entirely had she not almost walked straight into where he was panicking on the sidewalk.

"Oh, sorry," she said as she brushed past him, laughing a bit at herself. A moment later, she paused and glanced back, and her brow furrowed as she recognized his face.

"Feliciano! Are you all right..?"

[Italy Veneziano]

(Do not mind a Belgium at all~ ^ - ^)

Italy had been on the verge of having a full out panic attack when Belgium bumped into him. He shrieked out loud and stumbled backward. It took him several moments to recognize his fellow nation. When he finally did, he relaxed. Belgium. He knew Belgium. He liked her! She was pretty and nice and she was always lots of fun!

Unfortunately for her, at the moment, Italy’s usual instinct to be polite and charming to pretty women was overruled by his desperation. And when Italy was desperate, personal space tended to be a figment of the imagination. He leapt at her, wrapping his arms around her neck and sobbing into her shoulder. “Ve, Belgio!” he whined helplessly. “I was walking and thinking about getting pasta, but I got distracted by these really nice kids that wanted me to play with them, but then they had to go home, and I forgot was I was supposed to be doing, so I just kept walking because the weather was really nice, but then I started thinking about other things like why the sky turns pink when it goes down, and then I forgot what I was thinking about, but then I just kept walking, and, and, and…” He trailed off with a sniffle.

[Belgium]

Belgium blinked a bit as he started to sob, then hugged him, patting him sympathetically on the back. Awww, Italy. You're still such a little kid...

"It's all right," she said. "I can help you get back home. I mean, I don't have anywhere else to be tonight..."

[Italy Veneziano]

Feliciano pulled back, giving her a wide grin. "Ve, ve, thank you so much! I would have been lost for such a long time, and then some scary people would have kidnapped me or thrown me into the ocean maybe, and then Romano would have gotten really, really mad and declared war on this country! Wherever it is...ve, do you know where we are?"

But her last statement caught him off guard, and Italy blinked curiously at her. "Ve? But Belgium should have somewhere to be! Don't you have someone to go out with? Someone should take you out, I think! Belgium is so pretty!"

[Belgium]

(Ffff, it just occurred to me that I never replied to this. ><;; Sorry about that)

"Aww, don't worry, I don't think you would've gotten kidnapped," she said, amused. "We're in Austria, and this city's pretty well-protected by the police. I mean, Gilbert likes throwing parties here, and the police almost always show up once things start getting crazy."

Which was why she'd left when she had, she mentally remarked. The party was probably still going a block or two away, but once someone had shattered a window with a chair and then tried to jump out after the unfortunate piece of furniture, she'd figured it was time to go.

Italy's flattery made her laugh and blush, shaking her head. "Oh no, I'm done for tonight. Unless you'd like to hang out with me for a bit."