My Invisibility [Italy]

Russia sighed heavily, tapping his foot against the carpeted floor of the world conference meeting room, watching as some of the other countries filed out as his mood bounced back and forth on feeling gloomy to feeling aggravated. Nobody had responded to anything he had said at all during the meeting, they even acted like they didn't recognized him in the slightest. At first he had thought it was something like a game that they were doing against him, but after so long of him saying things that would have evoked some sort of violent response from a couple of them and they hadn't even batted an eyelash he had been starting to wonder. After that Ivan had only become further and further convinced that he wasn't being ignored on purpose. It was like that one guy....um....whoever he was...America's brother or some such. Did America even have a brother?

Ivan was looking down at anybody who left just to see if anybody would react to him standing there, clearly annoyed. Nobody did, no nervous pause, no glares or nervous glances, nothing. It was like nothing but air or the wall behind him was there. This was very irritating, he felt like hitting somebody, maybe then they'd notice. Why didn't they see or recognize him? Had he done something? Had something happened to him or his country? But he felt perfectly fine, so that couldn't be it...probably. Then again maybe this was all some sort of weird, realistic dream. No, it did not feel like a dream either.

Focusing back on the next person approaching the door instead of worrying about his inner ramblings of pointlessness that weren't going to solve anything or help anything, Ivan decided that he would just see how things played out for now. Maybe it was just a temporary thing, like England had cursed him. They weren't exactly enemies, but they weren't friends either so it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibilities. He didn't know if he believed in England's dark arts, but that was also something that was kind of in the grey area of possibilities, considering that Russia himself had laid curses on others. Just with the Orthodox churches, so it was different.

There were only a couple nations left now, and still not one reaction at all, and usually people did have one around him. Not that he always understood why, it wasn't like he was the Empire of Evil that most believed he was, though that was kind of an interesting name for an empire it wasn't exactly something that he was. Oh well, that usually depended, some people liked him he was sure. Like Belarus...as scary as that was, and Ukraine. Who else? There were the Baltics, they were close. Ivan glared, abruptly ending his ranting again. Maybe he had been spending too much time around America, really it was getting ridiculous. Though he had to admit that when one was invisible they had plenty to think about.

Italy sat quietly in his seat as the conference at hand came to a break. He had been sitting quietly, doodling, as the nations around him bickered and went on about business as usual. It was a fairly ordinary day excepting the fact that he’d heard little out of a few nations, including one Mr. Ivan Braginsky. It wasn’t like the big nation to keep quiet and at one point Italy even remembered turning to Germany to ask but the other nation had merely scoffed and dismissed it like the latter couldn’t hear them. This had worried Italy a little seeing as he did not want to upset Russia but Germany was so confident that Russia could not hear that he went on and on until Italy shushed him by mildly freaking out about a droplet of water that got on his doodle page.

Since then, the smaller nation had concentrated solely on his doodling of the stoic blonde and was just touching up Germany’s fine cheekbone when the other nations began filing out of the room for a break. Deciding he needed to take a break too to go to the restroom, Italy stood and stretched, looking around the almost emptied conference hall. As he turned towards the door, Italy noticed Russia standing there apparently musing irritably to himself and suddenly an icy hill passed through the little one’s system. The look on the Russian’s face was utterly terrifying and suddenly Italy wondered if he should even attempt moving closer. Perhaps he could. If he sprinted past the door crying for Germany at the top of his lungs there was no way the Russian could hurt him right? Right.

Tiptoeing his way as inconspicuously as possible towards the exit, Italy hummed what he thought might be akin to the Russian national anthem. If he tried to be calming around the other, maybe Russia wouldn’t eat him! He did have a friend in Moskva after all… r-right?

Italy slunk towards the exit. Creeping along the wall like a burglar, he made his way closer and closer. Just as he was approaching the door there was a shiny glint that caught Feliciano’s eye and the small nation turned in a moment of distraction prompting a half-trip out of clumsiness. In that trip, though he caught himself and avoided a face-plant, his inking pen slipped from between his fingers and rolled away. Italy looked left and right, frantically searching for the pen. Without that pen he could not finish his doodle of Germany and he’d have to listen to the rest of the meeting! He soon spotted it though and, low and behold, it had rolled right under the irritated Russian’s feet. Italy felt himself cringe internally. Ok, so maybe he would just have to ask Japan for another. It was that or die and the small nation preferred the former.

Feeling his bladder complain, Italy finally straightened out and made a mad dash for the door. It was now or never!

[[Nyeh~ o.o; He's a little rusty but I hope this is alright~]]

Ivan’s attention was drawn towards Italy, at first a glance, but when he recognized some sort of reaction, and not just any, but the usual fear filled face that many had around him for some reason. Now Italy was usually very fearful of random things, so maybe it wasn’t Ivan’s presence. Then again, the other was doing a fairly bad job at trying to sneak along the wall. Maybe England was still here? No, Ivan was pretty sure he had gone out as well. A quick look around the conference room not only confirmed that, but showed that they were the last nations in the room. Still, he wouldn’t be at all surprised if Italy was so easily frightened that he acted like this on a regular basis…then again he always seemed cheerful, at least for what Ivan had seen at times. Maybe he was just jumping at shadows. That was a thought, maybe his shadow could be seen. Or maybe not. The overall question was if Italy could see him or not and if that was what he was scared of.

Had Ivan seen Italy scared? Well yes, several times, but usually when there was a reason. He had been peacefully working on…notes? No, Italy did not seem like the type to take notes during meetings, probably some doodles, that seemed more like it. He hadn’t been acting so skittish then, so why now all of a sudden? It was possible that it had something to do with Germany, they were close after all. But then again, what if Italy could see him? That would explain everything, and that would also mean the other could see him, a very nice idea indeed.

Ivan’s inner ramblings were (thankfully) interrupted when he saw Italy move. He was looking for something apparently, seeming to not see Ivan at all. Darn, did that mean he really couldn’t see him? But he had been the closest so far, ha had made the most reaction around Ivan, so Russia had been hopeful. Ivan watched as Italy straightened, seeming to abandon his search for whatever he was looking for, something about the others posture told Ivan that the other was going to do something before the brunette dashed for the door. Italy’s speed sure was more than just rumors, Ivan knew. As quickly as he could, Ivan dropped his arm down to make a make shift barrier about where Italy’s chest would come to. It made a loud slamming noise, of course, but Ivan didn’t really register it much at all. He was thinking about needed to see if Italy could see him; so the shorter could not leave yet. Italy was fast, but Ivan had to move a lot less with less space in between him and the door than Italy had. It had been a pretty close thing, but Ivan had had the advantage this time around. Now all he had to do was find out if Italy could see him at all. He really did hope so.

((pffff, if you're rusty I don't want to know what I am x.x You're really good x3 don't worry))

Feliciano was just springing to dash when the unthinkable happened and Russia moved. Paralyzed mentally, the small nation had a delayed reaction and nearly shrieked as Ivan came to block the door with a loud bang. He would have followed up on vocalizing the shriek had the little one not run into the larger nation and bounced back with a jitter. Shrinking to the floor, Italy crawled back into a chair that hadn’t been pushed in and shivered.

“R-R-R-Russia! I-I didn’t notice you were trying to block the door, I-I’m so sorry! I’ll go sit back down!” he stuttered madly, scrambling to gain his footing. Feli could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest as small, hyperventilating huffs escaped him. His mind whirred a mile a minute and calculated, surprisingly enough, that there was actually nobody besides the two left in the room. This fact startled the small Italian more than Russia’s scowl and his heart leapt to his mouth. Italy vainly struggled against his clouded, foggy, fear-ridden mind and tried as best he could to come up with an escape. His mind could only comprehend one option: to slide under the burly Russian.

Could he do it? Did he have the courage? Yes! The courage to flee past a big, angry… so very scary… Russian… pipe-bearing… country…. No. Italy felt himself yelp as he scooted back and knocked into the table. There was no way he could approach Russia. Ok, ok! Italy took a deep, shaky breath. All he had to do was wait for Germany to come back right? A-and Russia hadn’t signaled that he wanted to hurt Italy yet right? R-right. So all he had to do was get out of the way until someone came back. Check and mate.

Italy tried to smile as best he could and, pretending as casually as possible, he straightened and started meandering around the long conference table back towards his seat. Upon arrival, he sat down and waved to Russia nervously, his teeth chattering in his mouth. Then, with a quick glance left and right he flopped his head down upon the table and snuggled into his arms to take a nap, or at least try. Maybe if he seemed asleep Russia would get bored and go away. If not, it might buy time at least until Germany returned! I was worth a try.


[[...I'm half asleep~ XD;; So sorry!]]