HALLO. IF YOU ARE READING THIS, THEN YOU ARE READING THE SEQUEL OF MY MESSED UP LIFE. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY MESSED UP LIFE, GO READ IT NOW, BECAUSE YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT THIS. THE AUTHOR DON'T EVEN GET IT THAT WELL, AND SHE WROTE IT. THE AUTHOR CONFUSES HERSELF. AND SHE LIKES TO TALK/TYPE IN THIRD PERSON.
Okay, third-person-talking-slash-typing-with done. But seriously, if you haven't read 'My Messed Up Life', you should read it. It's really confusing with many plot twists and such. Yeah.
So, flames are accepted, but they are not much appreciated. Nice-nice reviews are better. :3 Un. I like happy reviews.
So, without further ado, here is the first chapter of "Our Messed Up Lives'! *holds up hands for applause* *cricket* *pouts*
Lol. I'm kidding. About the cricket thing. Not about this being the second book. It is the second book.
Have I confused you yet? :3 Oh, just wait...This story is gonna get a lot more confusing...*evil laugh*
Ow! My brain doesn't like that idea.
The Germania and Roman Empire thing is MysticDayze's idea! I just thought I should credit her. :3
*songs off-key* On the road again...I just can't wait to get off the road again...I don't know the words to this song...I just want to get off the road again...
*sighs* I'm borrred. I've been sitting in a car for at least three hours now... -_- My butt hurts. On the bright side, I have Pocky! *noms Pocky* Hopefully my computer batteries won't die while I'm typing. By the time I am able to post this, I'll be off the road and in my new house. (Not telling where, you stalkers, you) Nyeeeeeeh. *noms Pocky like Poland* Bite! Nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom...
Hey, guess what I see out the window!
Grass.
And cows.
And Road.
*sighs* at least I've got my dinosaur laptop!
Feel free to ignore all the ANs. I'm just having trouble focusing. :3 So, yeah.
Oh well. Roll film!
Third person
In the clouds, Germania watches grumpily as Rome withdraws; he is singing about how the perfect world would be if all the cooks are French again, and Germania is mad. Why does that idiot do that? The Roman empire doesn't exist anymore, therefore, he shouldn't be able to let that Veneziano character see him. Yet, the blond does wonder how he does it.
His red cape flutters as Rome skips up to where Germania is watching disapprovingly. "What? My little Ita-Chan loves to hear me sing!" he pouts.
Germania growls. "You just don't get it, do you? You're not supposed to see him; he isn't supposed to see you. What part of that don't you understand?" Rome smiles blankly. "The part where I don't get to see my Ita-Chan. Don't you ever get the urge to, like, see Germany?
"I'm sure that my grandson is just fine on his own."
"My Ita-Chan seems to think otherwise," Rome says slyly. Wait-... When did Rome get clever?
Narrowing his sharp blue eyes in suspicion, Germania asks, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing," Rome sighs nonchalantly. "Just the fact that he's gone, like, psyco and is trying to take over the world."
Germania is taken aback. His Ludwig, that sweet, quiet child, is trying to take over the world? What would compel him to do such a thing? Shaking his head, he decides that Rome has finally lost it. "I don't believe you," he deadpans.
"You don't think so? Go and check for yourself."
"No!" Germania shouts. "That is against the rules, and you know it. I will not stoop to your level."
"Awwww," Rome whines. "C'mon, Germania, they only see you if you say something!"
If it is possible, Germania's eyelids narrow even further. "Like, I'm not lyin'," Rome says. Germania glares at him; the idiot always cracks under his death-glare. But, Rome's amber eyes never leave the shards of ice that are the Germanic empire's, showing that he is being- for once- truthful.
"I swear, Rome. If you get me in trouble, I will-" Germania's threat is cut off as he drops- is pushed- into the hole where the nations can be seen. This is Germania's first time in the hole; curiosity had often tempted him, but he always had the willpower to obey the rules, until now. Why had he given in so easily?
The hole is like a small control room; computers of all shapes and sizes take up nearly all of the space, leaving Germania to squeeze uncomfortably into the leather chair. How do these modern contraptions work again? After much confusion and silent ranting, Germania learns that it is a touch screen.
Silently, Germania zooms in on his grandson's house. Nothing has really changed. It is still the same prosaic house that Germania remembers. Clumsily, the former empire fiddles with a knob on the side of a pair of headphones, tuning in to listen to all the sounds coming from the mansion, trying to listen to anything out of the ordinary.
He hears the sound of many soldiers walking along the halls. He hears the sound of someone cooking in the kitchen. These are not strange sounds. Germania accidently rolls the knob all the way down, so he is listening to sounds in the basement. He is about to change it when he stops and listens intently; someone is crying.
The blond is surprised. His fingers reach for the screen again, and he zooms in more; into the house, into the basement. A night-vision setting is immedietely applied to the dark room. He doesn't see much at first, but then he spots a little girl huddled in the corner, trembling and sobbing. A small puppy growls at a person whom Germania thinks is in a blue suit, but the person ignores it. He can see the man crouch next to her, a hand running itself through moonlight-spun hair, only to have his other one be bit by the dog. With a pang, Germania recognizes his eldest grandson. The blond has to slap a hand over his mouth to keep himself from talking to his Gilbert. Why wasn't Gilbert here in the place for forgotten nations? Prussia doesn't exist anymore. The only sensible solution at the moment is that people must still believe Prussia is there.
Prussia seems to be trying to calm the trembling girl. That's odd. Germania doesn't have any memories of Prussia being kind to anyone. Still, there on the screen, Prussia is doing his best to bring comfort to the young girl. Faintly, he can hear Prussia's throaty voice saying, "Calm down. You're Issa's sister, right?" The girl looks up at the name, and replies in English. "Wh-What did you do to her? L-let her go! Leave her alone, or I'll- I'll..." The girl has a high, quiet voice that shakes from cold and terror. She is trying to appear brave, but is not succeding. Germania can see unkempt brownish-red hair that curls slightly on the tips surrounding the girl's face. She seems to be at least ten years of age, eleven at the most.
What startles Germania the most is the fact that he doesn't know why she's here.
Prussia sits next to her, and she tries to scramble away; there are chains pinning her to the wall, again, for an unknown reason. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. Here," Prussia says while pulling a bottle of red liquid from his pocket. "Drink some of this. It's medicine."
The girl doesn't seem to speak Japanese or German, so she has no idea what Prussia is saying. Noticing this, Prussia puts the bottle in her hands and withdraws a flashlight. He flicks it on and shines it on the label. The girl, whom Germania believes to be an American, blinks in the sudden change of light, pushes the bottle of cough syrup away from herself, and picks up the small puppy whom had bitten Prussia earlier.
"Look, girl, I'm not like my butt-head of a bruder. I'm not going to drug you, so, just drink this and feel better. It's unawesome to be sick. Besides, I haven't opened it yet," Prussia says, offering her the medicine again. Germania is shocked at his eldest grandson's words.
"I'm not like him..."
"I'm not going to drug you..."
Germany has been drugging humans?
Prussia's voice makes Germania snap back to reality. "What's your name?" he receives a blank look. "Name. Name," he says slowly and clearly. When that fails, he points to himself. "Gilbert," he says, waiting for her reply. The girl wipes her eyes but remains silent. The puppy growls in a high pitch. Prussia suddenly puts his hand in his silver hair again and brings out a small yellow bird, whom Germania remembers to be called Gilbird. The little canary doesn't want to leave the warm nest of hair for the musty cell, so he flies off of Prussia's palm and burrows himself in the girl's long locks. She jumps and bats once at the place where he disappeared, but stops as she finds him to be sitting on her head. The girl buries her head in her knees, most likely hoping this would scare the bird away. Gilbird, however, seems to enjoy the warmth of the girl, and hops on her shoulder. She yelps as he chirps contentedly in her ear.
Prussia smiles at her jump; the girl stares at his pointed teeth, her eyebrows furrowing more in confusion than fear. Prussia reaches behind him and offers the girl a blanket emblazoned with the Prussian flag. Without waiting for her consent or denial, he wraps the blanket around her shoulders. She shakes her head and pulls it off, throwing it back at him. She shoos Gilbird off her shoulder and leans against the wall on one side of the corner, hiding her face in her hands. Prussia tries once again to give her the blanket, but the dog growls menacingly at him. "Ja, ja, you're terrifying," Prussia yawns to the puppy, patting it on the head and ignoring its angry nips at his hand.
"I'm not going to give up, y'know. I'm too awesome to give up," Prussia sighs as he, too, leans against the wall. The girl finally whimpers two syllables. "Renae."
"What? Renae is your name?" Prussia asks, his scarlet eyes gleaming with joy in the dim light. Renae seems to ignore him as her fists clentch the fabric of her shirt. One hand comes up and pulls a clothespin from her hair, letting it fall over her eyes. She clips the pin to her shirt and fiddles with a necklace made of paperclips around her neck. Germania is too shocked at this youngling's pain and suffering to notice her odd fashion statements. Why would Germany do this? Is this a repeat of what happened in World War two? That time, it was only because Germany had a sadistic boss. Is this the case again?
A hand reaches into the control room and yanks Germania out by the back of his clothes. He hears a deep voice ask, "What were you doing? You know the rules!" Germania mentally groans; he is face-to-face with his boss. No one knows who exactly the boss of the forgotten nations is. Many think that he is the Olmec Native Americans. Others believe he is the Celtic people. Everyone just calls him 'Boss'. Germania thinks that he is so old, he doesn't even remember who he is. The Boss always wears a black suit and dark sunglasses. His moustache is very large and bushy, and it is hard not to laugh at it when he talks. If you do laugh, you get socked in the face.
"Sir," Germania carefully starts. "Do you know what my grandson has been doing down there?" The boss scoffs. "Did he go all Nazi again?" Germania nods, shakes his head, and then shrugs. "I don't know, sir. That is a possibilty." Germania can see Boss' eyebrows furrow in what he hopes is confusion and not anger. "Wait here," he gruffly commands, and then he jumps into the control room hole. Germania whirls around and spots his soon-to-be victim. "ROME!"
Said empire smiles cluelessly at the furious Germanic. "Heeeey, how was-" He never finishes his sentence, because Germania's fist slams into his jaw. Rome is comically thrown into the air as his shriek resounds around the room. When he lands, Germania presses his foot on his cape, preventing him from running away. "What. Was. That. For," he growls at the helpless former empire on the ground. "Hey, like, I could say the same thing!" Rome complains, rubbing his jaw. "I told you not to get me in trouble!" he indignantly says, pressing his boot farther up Rome's cape, closer to his neck. "GAK! Dude, get off, you're hurting me!" Rome squeaks. Germania lets out a very loud and obvious sigh and steps off his friend's cape. "Why did you tell Boss?" Rome laughs annoyingly. "I didn't, silly. Lights go on whenever someone's in there." Germania facepalms. "Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me. Sooner," he asks through gritted teeth. Rome shrugs. "I thought you should see for yourself what's going on down there."
Germania sighs. He knows that Rome is trying to look out for him. Boss climbs back out of the control room. "You two," he says, pointing at them. "You're going on a little mission."
Germania's expression morphs into that of shock and confusion, but Rome snickers quietly to himself at the sight of Boss' bouncing moustache. Boss seems to be glaring at him, but it doesn't hold much effect to the Italian. So, Boss' gloved hand curls into a fist as he lashes out, punching Rome on his nose. "Who's laughing now?" He coldly asks, watching a slight trickle of blood drip from his nose. "Sorry!" Rome whimpers, using his cape to soak it up. Germania chokes back a laugh; Rome has deserved that for decades. "So," he says, breaking the silence. "What, exactly, is our mission?"
"Stop Germany," Boss answers, still rubbed the wrong way from Rome. Germania stands in shocked silence. "Wh- you mean, we're going to Earth?" Boss nods. "One problem, though. I can't send you there like you are now. It breaks too many laws of nature as it is, but I have the strength enough to make you appear as children." Even as he says this, the room starts to fade. When the only thing Germania can see is black, he hears Boss' voice. "Good luck. You'll need it."
Germania hears the frightened wailing of Rome, and he loses conciousness.
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Issa's POV
While I walk, lost in my thoughts, I bump into yet another person. Looking them in the face, a smile takes over my features, and I exclaim their name in joy.
"Zack!"
I embrace him firmly, tears of relief and happiness flowing down my face as I bury my face in his shirt. "You're okay! Are you hurt? What happened? How did you escape?" I babble loudly to him before closing my mouth, remembering that he can't understand me. I jump in shock as he begins talking to me in the same language.
"Oh my gosh, I've missed knowing what you say!" he laughs while returning my death-squeeze.
"What happened?" I demand again, tugging on his shirt. "Is Renae alright? Did you see Josie?"
His face darkens, and he looks away. "I'm sorry. I couldn't get to her in time. I'm sorry."
I put my hand over my mouth in shock. "They- They...killed...?" Zack shakes his head. "No. It's just...I-...I should've...tried to save her before I...escaped."
"It's okay," I reassure him. "It's not your fault. You did everything you could." Zack doesn't seem alright with it though. "No. I'm sorry. I should've..." I shake my head. "It's alright, Zack. I'm not mad at you. You tried your best, and you got back. I wasn't expecting you to go all heroic again, anyway. If you ever try that again, by the way, I'm going to kill you." I smile, telling him with my expression that I'm teasing. He brings the corners of his mouth up; he still seems to feel guilty.
"So," I start. "How did you get away?"
He closes his eyes. "Well...So...They zapped me with that translator-gun-thingy and brought me out for some reason. Didn't tell me why. They left the door open on accident, and when they turned around, I ran for it. Nearly shot me, too." He points to a hole in his sleeve, where a bullet had, indeed, passed through. "I ran in the woods. Came out and I saw the house." Zack's voice sounds nonchalant, but guilt is still evident.
"Hey," I tell him. "There's some people I want you to meet." Without a word, I take his hand and drag him back down the hall. I turn the corner, and slam! Lauren runs me over.
"Ow! Lauren, you're stepping on my hair. Get off," I complain, pulling on her socks. "Oh, sorry, Issa," she says, stepping off my hair. She backs away a few steps and bumps into Zack. "Oh. Sorry, America. Hey, what's wrong? You look down. What did Iggy do to you?"
I laugh. "Lauren, this is Zack."
Lauren gapes at me for a second, then pokes Zack. "You sure? He looks a lot like America."
"Yes. I'm sure. America can't act like that."
America's voice floats down the hall. "Hey!" he whines.
"Just testing your range!" I call back carelessly.
Zack smiles. "I'm really Zack."
Lauren drops her voice to a whisper, and I have to strain to hear what she's saying. "Okay, Zack, listen well: I swear, if you break Issa's heart, I. Will. Bloody. Murder. You." Then, she backs away smiling, saying, "Nice to meet you! Issa's told me all about you!"
Zack looks stunned. "Lauren!" I protest. "What?" she asks innocently. "I didn't do anything." She drops her voice to a mumble. "...yet..."
"That's two death threats today..." Zack smiles. When Lauren stares, he clarifies, "Issa said she'll kill me if I 'go all heroic again'."
"Nyeeeh, why can't people just get along?" I whine, pulling on Zack's hair.
"You two are the ones threatening to kill me!"
"True..."
"Oh!" Lauren exclaims. "I just remembered- Jia Li's here!"
"What? Really? Where?" I ask.
"Question!" Zack says while raising his hand. "Who's Jia Li?"
"The China lookalike," I supply, taking his hand again and following Lauren. We find Jia Li in the living room, sitting next to China; she doesn't seem to trust anyone else. I see Lauren blush deeply when she sees Dimah.
Jia Li jumps up when she sees me, runs, and hugs me. "Ni hao, Jia LI!" I say, embracing her, as well. "Jia Li, this is Zack." I say, pulling him into the spotlight. Jia Li looks between me and him, noticing our similar appearances confusedly. Then she looks at China and shrugs; if she looks like China, Zack can look like me. Or do I look like him? Or do we both just look like the North American brothers? Too much thinking...my brain hurts now.
"Man, this story sure is slow today!" Lauren remarks.
"Great!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air. "First Canada breaks the fourth wall, now you? There's only so much that duct tape can fix!"
"I'm sorry!" Lauren and Canada whimper as I mutter angrily to myself. I break out of my mood swing and eat a taco while riding Frank the narwhal.
A voice is suddenly heard through the ceiling. "Nyeeeeeeeh, Memoranda is boreeedddd...Oops, You guys aren't supposed to know I'm here! Look into the light, please!" A bright light flashes throughout the room and this extremely random AN never happened. o3o
Shaking off my sudden headache, I start looking for the Axis lookalikes. I wonder how they're doing. I go to their room and knock on the door. "Hey. It's Issa," I call. I can hear Alex laughingly yell back, "Come in!" Sydney starts to protest, but I am already inside. Alex and Rin are both laughing at Sydney as she flushes a deep crimson. Sydney is wearing a dress that it looks like Alex and Rin poked her into. When she sees me, she says indignantly, "I didn't choose to wear this! They made me!" she cries, alternating pointing an accusing finger at Alex and Rin. "But Sydney-Chan, you look so adorable!" Rin says through giggles of mirth. The dress that they found is a bluish-green color, and it has thin straps. You can easily see the bandages hiding the scars that run up and down her arms. The dress falls until her knees, and her black socks stick out of her tan boots. Her long, blonde hair is loose around her shoulders. She really does look good in the dress. Sydney blushes deeper as she sees Zack looking over my shoulder. "Oh crap, it's a person!" she yelps as she ducks into the bathroom to get changed. Zack grins. "I don't bite!"
Alex wipes tears of laughter from his eyes. "That was awesome," he declares. I smile. "Yeah. Guys, this is Zack. Zack, this is Alex, Rin, and Sydney," I point to the closed bathroom door as I say Sydney's name. "Hi!" she shouts when she hears her name. Sydney comes out wearing her black turtleneck and black pants. "Hate wearing dresses," she mutters to herself as she drops onto a bed. Rin and Alex both give a belated greeting due to Sydney's re-entrance.
"So, these guys are like us?" Zack asks. "They're supposed to look like the countries?" I nod. "Yup. Oh, hey," I ask on a sudden whim. "Just wondering- who's the strongest right now?" They kind of look unseasy. "I don't know," Alex says. "I've never felt these guys before...They both make me want to go to war...Like with swords and stuff. It's weird. I don't like them." Sydney and Rin nod in agreement. "Well, who's war-like?" Zack asks. I look at Lauren for help. She shrugs, and then we both gasp at the same time. "Roman Empire and Germania!" we exclaim in unison. "But...They're not here anymore, right? I mean, sure, Rome shows up and sings every once in a while, but Germania..." I trail off, thinking hard. As far as I knew, Germania hasn't appeared to the nations. I wonder where he is, and where he stays? And are there personifications for other dead nations, like Yugoslavia and Czechoslovakia? And why is Prussia still here instead of with Rome and Germania? Ow. I gotta stop thinking so hard.
"I don't think it's Rome and Germania. I mean, like..." I trail off. "I don't really know how to explain it, but I'm pretty sure it isn't. Any ideas, Lauren?" She shakes her head. "No...Unless the zombie apocolypse is finally upon us. I gotta go borrow one of Switzie's guns. Be right back," Lauren says as she starts to walk off. "There's no zombies. It's fine," I say while laughing. Lauren is so funny.
"Question," Zack says again. "What's going on?" I sigh. "It's complicated. I'll tell you later." I look and see the Axis' wary expressions, and I add, "It's alright. He's not a bounty hunter, either." They don't seem very reassured.
Zack wanders out of the room, and Lauren follows. I am about to leave when Alex grabs my shoulder, stopping me. "Don't trust him," he warns. "Wha- why?" I ask, startled. "I don't know," he admits. "Something about him is just setting off little red flags in my head." I look over at Sydney and Rin for help. They shrug. "He's usually right," Sydney says. "'Usually' doesn't mean 'Always'," I remind them. "Sorry, Alex, but I trust Zack. He hasn't given any reason for me not to. If you're right, don't be afraid to tell me 'I told you so'." Alex nods, understanding my decision. "Alright. Just...be careful."
I nod, smile, and exit the room. Zack stands against the wall, taking deep breaths. "Zack? What's wrong?" He jumps at the sound of my voice. "N-nothing.I-it's just...I really...miss J-Josie," he says. Walking closer, I see a tear trickling down his cheek. "C'mere," I say gently, wrapping him in a hug. He stiffens slightly as he embraces me back, holding his breath to force back the tears.
Only real men aren't afraid to cry. ;)
"Shh...It's okay...I've got a plan," I say, patting his back. He withdraws and glares at me, his eyes red. Before he can say anything, I explain, "No. I'm not giving myself up. I cross my heart and hope to die," I say while drawing an invisible 'X' over my heart. He hugs me again and growls in my ear, "You'd better not..."
"Speaking of plan," I say. "I should go get it started. Wanna come?" Zack shakes his head. "No, I'm good. By the way, you never saw any of that. I yawned too big, okay?" I laugh. "Whatever you say." I walk to the living room and plop down on the couch next to England. "Hey." He doesn't move. He just continues reading his book. "Hey," I say again. "Iggy" He. ignores me. "Dude. I gotta talk to you." I can see a muscle twitching in his forehead at the bad grammer, and he says, "Quiet, America. I'm reading." I poke him in the cheek. "I'm Canada," I whimper in my softest voice. When he doesn't look up, I grab a pillow and hit him on the head. "Iggy!" Finally he looks up at me in annoyance. "What? Oh. Hello, Issa," he yells, then quiets down when he sees me and not America. "What can I do for you?"
"I want to talk about plans," I deadpan. "What if we go and tell Germany that it's Russia, or someone strong like that?" England sighs and closes his book, and I catch the title. "'The history of tea'?" I ask, laughing. He glares at me. "Alright, alright. Reading about tea isn't weird at all," I say through giggles while holding my hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. He sighs and says, "Your plan might work, but that requires you giving yourself up. Which," he reminds me while giving me the angry-parent look. "you have promised not to do."
"Aw. Darn," I say while hanging upside-down off the couch. "What are you-" England starts, but I cut him off by saying, "I don't know." Lauren walks in and joins me in the same position, our legs dangling over the top of the couch. "What'cha doing?" England sighs. " What are you. Not 'What'cha'. Discussing stratigies and watching you two act oddly," he corrects, opening his book again. "When am I not odd?" Lauren giggles. "Good point," England says half-heartedly. Turning her head towards me, she asks, "What was your plan?"
"Telling Germany that it's Russia's blood instead of Italy's. But that won't work because that includes me going and giving myself up. Which I shall not do," I say.
Lauren stares at the underside of the coffee table and says, "That could work. But we'd need a replica of you." I sigh, gripping the fabric of the couch. "Where're going to get a replica of me?" Lauren is silent for a moment. "You're a replica of Canada," she reasons. "So, he's a replica of you."
"But I'm a girl," I say. "And I don't think Canada's leg is completely healed." Lauren nods, still upside-down. "Yes, that's right. Was that Cuba's doing? I forgot to ask."
"Yeah," I say. "Well, I was in Drama class back at my old school, and it was the more technical side of theatre," Lauren says. "I learned how to make a boy look like a girl." I look at her. "Really? How?" Lauren replies, "Latex. It was pretty fun to do, but I'm sure it wasn't that fun to have done to you. You can't move at all, and if you're doing something with the face, you have to put straws in their nose, and that's the only thing they can breathe out of."
"Yeah," I agree. "That doesn't sound like fun."
During this whole time, England is listening. "England, why are you easvedropping on our conversation?" I ask, pretending to whine. "I'm listening to you brainstorm. You're thinking in the right direction, I can tell." Lauren fakes a scoff. "Oh, so you know how to solve this?" she asks, poking his leg. "No..." he says slowly and carefully. "But I like the way that you're thinking. That's all."
"Whatever," I say. Lauren pipes up. "Well, I know how to use make-up really well. So, maybe I could go and fill in for you for a while." I stare at her for a long time before generally exploding. "WHAT? No, no, no. I forbid. Like, if-you-try-that-I'll-kill-you kind of forbid. Literally. That's a bad-bad-bad-bad idea," I say while flipping off the couch to land right-side-up on my knees in front of the still upside-down Lauren. "But can't I at least show you how well I can do it?" she asks. "I can't stop you from doing that. But I will do everything in my power to keep you from giving yourself up for me." Lauren waves an uncaring hand. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she says, flipping over and landing next to me. She pokes me and then runs off.
"That was rather odd," England comments. "Yep," I agree. "But then again, when is she ever not odd?" England laughs. "Almost never," he replies. "Yeah. But you gotta love her." He nods. "I'm rather proud she's my citizen. She has a strong mind, and she knows how to use it."
Dimah walks in, sees me and makes me stand up. "Oh. Hi there," I say, following him when he beckons me. "Bye, England," I call carelessly over my shoulder. He halfheartedly waves, lost in his book. How can he be so interested in the history of tea? That's so weird, yet so funny.
I follow Dimah to a room and we enter. Then, someone jumps out of the closet, and I shriek in alarm. Then I laugh and say, "Lauren, you scared me!"
"Yes, that was the point!" she says. After she says that, I notice something. She has made herself look exactly like me, minus her hair. "Let me see your glasses," she says. I hand them to her, and the world goes fuzzy. "Waoh. You're like, blind," she says, her chocolate brown eyes blinking behind the thick lenses of my glasses. I laugh. "Yes, I know. I can't see anything," I complain, walking closer to see her better. Lauren says, "Wait a minute!" and runs off, still wearing my glasses. "I still can't see!" I call after her. Her fuzzy shape retreats into an adjoining room, and she closes the door. I take the time to wander around the room, but after a few steps, I run into a coffee table. "Ow! Maple!" I yelp, rubbing my shin. "Quiet, you," I say to Dimah, who is laughing behind me. I pretend to shoot him with finger-guns, and he dramaticlly 'dies' after twitching on the ground for a few seconds. Laughing, I call, "Lauren, your boyfriend died." She cries in mock anguish, "Nuuuuu!" I laugh and ramdomly sit on the ground right where I am.
I can see the door to the room that Lauren is in open, and then she walks out. I think.
"Lauren?" I ask, inching closer. "No," she says in a pretty good imitation of my voice. "I'm Issa." I stand up and walk until I can see her, which just so happens to be very close. I'm so blind. But, when she finally comes in to view, she has done a very good job. "It's like I'm looking in a mirror!" I cry, pulling on a strand of her short, brownish-blonde hair. When my fingers make contact with it, I notice that it's very coarse and stiff, the way a wig usually is. Frustrated with my lack of sight, I remove my glasses from her face and put them on my own. The world slides back into view. "Wow," I say. I hate taking my glasses off.
"So, what do you think?" Lauren asks, twirling in a circle. "You did amazingly!" I exclaim, looking closer at her face. She has on a lot of make-up, but instrad of making her look like one of those girly-girls, it makes her look like me without make-up. The only indication that it's Lauren standing there is the few chocolate-brown strands of hair that fall around her face. "You really think so?" she asks eagerly. "Yeah! This is so cool!" Even Dimah comes closer to inspect Lauren. He says something approvingly to Lauren, and she responds happily.
Zack walks in. "Hey, Issa. I just wanted to-" he stops and looks between Lauren and me. "What?" We both burst into laughter. Lauren takes the time to imitate the way I place my hand over my mouth as I laugh. "Okay, who's who?" Zack asks, walking closer. "You'll have to find out for yourself," Lauren says, masking her British accent well. I notice that she pretends to not be able to see very well, squinting her eyes. I never realized this before, but she has color contacts in, turning her brown eyes sky-blue.
"Uhhhh..." Zack circles us, trying to make a decision. "...You're Issa," he declares, pointing at Lauren. She smiles. "You got me!" While Zack fist-pumps, Lauren looks at me with a 'Wow, this make-up is better than I thought!' expression. I laugh. "Well, c'mere. I wanna talk to you," Zack says, pulling her out of the room. "Oh, wait," she says. She goes into the other room and comes out with a repilca of my glasses, and then she exits with Zack.
"Okay, not weird at all," I say to myself (Dimah can't understand me), walking curiously into the room where Lauren got her wig. I see a lot of make-up and a crap-ton of other wigs of varying age and use. I decide to experiment with the disguises; maybe I can make myself look like Lauren. As I reach for a wig that looks similar to Lauren's hair, I hear the door open and close, indicating Dimah's exit. I shove my hair messily into the wig, tucking some extra strands of my hair into it. Looking into a mirror, I see that I have properly used the wig, so I start to apply make-up. Let's see...Lauren has darker eyelashes than me, so I'll need some mascara...Maybe a different shade of the blush; I'm so pale...I sneeze once when I open a powder jar of eyeshadow, but luckily I don't blow it everywhere. I don't feel like teaching myself to use contacts or to even rumage through the mess to find any, so I settle with just putting them in a case, which I stow in my pocket. Soon, I feel satisfied with the disguise, and I leave the room, looking for Lauren. My eyes gradually grow accustomed to the blurriness; I can't see perfectly, or very well at all, but at least I can see what is in front of me.
I find Lauren sitting in the living room again, annoying England; he, too, has fallen into the trap of mimicking. I put on my best British accent possible as I walk in. "Hello, people." I notice France in the opposite doorway, talking to Canada. I run and glomp him from behind. Then, I formally pick myself up and sit next to the real Lauren, ignoring the "Onhonhonhon~~~" coming from France. "What's up?" England, not noticing anything, picks up his book again and says, "Talking to Issa about plans again and watching you tackle that frog. Why do you do that?" he says, looking at me confusedly. "He's so cute when he wants to be!" I chirp, doing an imitation of Lauren well, if I do say so myself. "Exactly," Lauren says, using her real voice. "Yeah, that was fun!" I say in my own voice. England looks at us, confused. "Wha- I just- You were- ...What?"
Lauren and I laugh at England's bemused expression before I explain. "Lauren and I switched places," I say as I replace my glasses on my face. England feels my wig. "Well, I must admit. I am impressed. I do believe we have the answer to our problem, if Lauren chooses to accept." We both look at him, and he alternates stares right back. "Wha'chu talkin' 'bout, Willis?" (I NO OWN!) I ask. England ignores the terrible grammer and says, "Lauren could make a distraction by pretending to hand over the blood while someone goes and frees Josie and Renae. It's basically the plan that you had, but Lauren goes instead of you. Her blood isn't important. Ah, no offense," he adds in her direction. "None taken," Lauren replies, waving a hand after straightening the wig. "Problem," I say. "I told Lauren that she's not doing this. I'm not going to let her." Lauren shakes her head. "No, I want to help. I want to save your sister and Josie," she protests. "But what if Germany figures out it's you?" I ask. "Well, it's my desicion," Lauren says, folding her arms over her chest. "I'll follow you and scream," I stubbornly say. Lauren snorts. "What good will that do?" I retort, "It'll stop you from going far." She replies, "Yes, but it gets us both captured."
"Which is bad," England interjects.
"SHH!" we both yell at the same time. He blinks at the loud noise and waits paitently for us to argue ourselves out. We bicker for a few more minutes before Lauren exclaims, "I'm going to help, and you can't stop me!" I glare at her. She glares right back. I sigh disapprovingly and lean back, letting my head rest against the top of the couch. "I don't want you to. You might get hurt." Lauren shrugs. "I'm always up for an adventure. I'll be fine. I promise." She then reaches over England and pokes me repeatedly. "What are you doing?" I ask. "A friend told me to," she says, pulling her hand back. "Whatever," I huff, still unpleased. What if Germany finds out? What will he do then? Will he hurt her? Kill her? I would hate myself for all of eternity if that happened. And what if we don't get to Renae and Josie in time? Is Germany serious about killing them? Why is he like this in the first place?
So many questions; so little time...Literally.
"So," England says to break the awkward silence. "Let's get you ready for a mission." Lauren smiles and does a salute. "Yes, sir!" I follow them into a room, where Austria is sitting; he also is confused with our disguises. England explains, and, sadly, he approves. So, Operation Switch-Lauren-with-Issa is a go. Austria leads us to a room with a lot of computers and high-tech stuff and starts leafing carefully through them. He brings out a golden pin th the shape of a rose. "This allows us to see and hear what you do," he explains as she attaches it to her shirt. "And this," he hands her a small orb. "allows us to talk to you. It goes in your ear." Lauren puts the little ball in her ear. "I think that pretty much does it for the electronics..."
"Oh," England says, reaching in his pocket. "I haven't the slightest why I have this, but another won't hurt." He brings out a bracelet with a Union Jack charm. "It has microphones and cameras and such. Just a little cushion to fall back on. An extra precaution," he says, helping her with the clasp. "Alright," Austria says. "Let's make sure everything is functional." He sits in a spinny chair and turns on one of the computers. Austria pulls out a handheld microphone and says into it, "Hello? Is this working?" As soon as he talks into it, Lauren screams and bats at the side of her head. "Loud! Very loud!" she exclaims as soon as the little speaker is out of her ear. England chuckles, and I remain silent, still unhappy with her choice. It is her decision, and she really wants to help, but I don't think I could take it if she got hurt because of me.
After we found the correct volume setting for the earpiece, Austria flips a switch, and I see his back on the computer screen. Lauren, noticing this, comes closer, curious. She looks down at the rose pin and waves her hand in front of it. On the screen, a giant hand paws the air. "That's so cool!" she exclaims. Austria then types something on the keyboard, and a second video screen comes up next to the first one. This one's vision is more blurry, but only because this is the one on the bracelet. "Go out of the room and talk normally," Austria orders to Lauren. She nods and exits. A second later, I can see on the screen that she is in the hall. "Can you still hear me?" he asks into the microphone. "Yes," she says. "Good. Everything is in working order. Please come back in," Austria says. Lauren enters. "You do not have to do this," Austria reminds her. She looks at me, and I advert my eyes. "I know. But, question." she raises her hand. "How am I going to get out after I get in?"
We are all silent for a moment. Then, I pipe up. "Prussia," I say. Austria's head snaps in my direction. "What?" I explain, "Prussia doesn't like what Germany is doing. He tried to help me when I was first kidnapped. And he didn't tell Germany it was me when I...uh, ran away. Yeah...my disguise wasn't as good that time," I say sheepishly. "So, if he finds out that you're not me, then tell him that you're a friend. I'm pretty sure he'll help you." Lauren nods. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."
Austria says, "You're not going to invite him here, are you?" Lauren laughs. "Are you afraid of him?" Austria shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid of what Hungary will misinterpret." Despite my mood, I laugh, and I hear the yaoi-fangirl giggle of Hungary from the hallway, which makes me laugh harder. My nerves are so stretched that I'm almost slap-happy. Either that, or I truly am bipolar.
"Do we want to send one of the lookalikes, or should we have Russia or someone go with her?" England asks after Lauren and I have sobered. "I like Russia," Lauren says. "Alright, then. Issa, would you please go find him?" I nod and leave the room. Before I can go far, someone pulls me into the shadows.
"Hey!" I yelp in protest, but the person puts their hand over my mouth. "Shh," the person says. "I need your help, Lauren." I finally recognize the person to be Zack, and he still thinks that I'm Lauren. So, Lauren I will be. "So, why couldn't you have just approached me like a normal person?" I ask after pushing his hand away. He looks around nervously. "I can't. I can't tell you why, either. But please, just keep Issa away from me," he begs. "What? Why?" I ask. "I can't tell you, but, please. I might end up accidentially doing something bad to her." I scoff. "And what would that be?" He frantically shakes his head. "I can't tell you!"
"I won't tell her," I promise. Of course I won't. He will, but he won't know. Zack shakes his head franticly. "I'm really sorry, but I can't tell you. Just make sure she doesn't come near me!" And with that, he runs off. Odd, I think as I stare at his retreating back. He's being weirder than usual. But, if he might do something bad, then maybe I should stay away.
I find Russia playing 'house' with Alina in a room, and I mentally squee at how cute they are. It's funny how different Alina and Belarus are. "Russia, c'mere," I say. He nods, bids Alina and Vera, who is standing and watching them play, goodbye, and follows me. "So, are you willing to help Lauren break into Germany's house?" Russia looks uncertain. "She will not try to marry me?" I laugh. "I can't promise that she won't glomp you a few times, but I'm pretty sure that she won't try to marry you." He doesn't look entirely reassured, but he agrees nonetheless.
England fills him in completely when we get to the room, and then he agrees whole-heartedly, which makes Lauren grin, and then he kinds shys away. And then I laugh. And then Lauren laughs. We laugh. Then I stop laughing, remembering the situation. Which makes her stop laughing and frown. It really is amazing how much she looks like me right now.
"Are you ready?" I ask. She nods and grins, but it's not her usual grin. "You're nervous," I point out. "Nope," she says. "Yes, you are. You're straining your smile. Maybe if you didn't smile so much, I wouldn't know when you're straining it," I tease. She makes an exaggerated frowny-face, and then we both laugh. "Alright, fine. I'm a little scared," she admits. "But then again, I've already died, so, how can I die again? Maybe I'm a cat. That means I have eight lives left," she says. "If you are a cat, the most you want to worry about is Greece. It's like, BOOM! Instant death-cuddle!" I joke. That makes us both laugh. It's funny how much you life when you're in a life-or-death situation, or when your friend is in a life-or-death situation.
And when you think about that, it makes you laugh even harder.
"Okay," England announces. "Are you ready?" Russia and Lauren nod. "Oh, and Russia, you should have an ear piece, too. And a camera." England hands him an earbud and a Russian flag pin. When they make sure that those are working, they start to leave. "Wait," Lauren says. She walks over to me and hugs me. "Imma be fine, alright? Whatever happens is for the best."
I embrace her back and sigh. "Just...try not to die, okay? I mean, again. That would be bad."
"Yes, that would be rather depressing. I am the awesome-ist person in the world, after all," she laughs. "Oh, I don't know about that," I joke. "I think I could give you a run for your money." We laugh one more time, and then they teleport away. England, Austria and I walk back into the control room and look at the screen at the cameras. Nothing unusual so far, just approaching. They don't try any secret entryway. They just walk up to the front door. When the psyco himself answers it with a cruel smirk, Russia evilly smiles back, holding Lauren by the upper arm while she pretends to be dazed. "I want to help you, da? I have been waiting for world domination, but I think it might be lonely with just me. So, the girl and my blood, and all you have to do is be my right-hand man," he deadpans, playing his role well. So well that I wonder if he really is acting, and that thought scares me. But then again, he knows that he is with Lauren and not me, and my momentary doubt vanishes. "So, what do you say?" Russia purrs.
Germany's sadistic grin widens. "I say 'Welcome to the team', Russia." Both of Lauren's cameras bounce around violently as she is dragged into the house. "You're doing great, love," England whispers into the microphone. Russia's voice is coming from the computer screen again. "She tried to bring me here by force, stupid girl," he says. Lauren's cameras blur again; Russia gave her a little shake to emphasize his point. "Easy, now, Russia. Don't hurt her," England murmurs into the microphone. Russia says, "She said something about a sister. If you have her, why don't you let her go? It is so much more fun to try to see them run away before we crush them," Russia suggested. Germany seemed to think about it for a while. Then, he casually walked to the door and locked it. Lauren's cameras tremble.
"I have a better idea," he says while pulling out a gun and pointing it at them. "Why don't you hand over the spy wear?"
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XD Why do I ALWAYS end on cliffies? It's like I have this weird inability to end on a calm note! IT'S SO HARD TO DO. I think cliffies are just better because it makes you want to read more. :3
SO, Imma try to do questions from now on instead of kisses. And I really don't mind if you ramble. I like to read stuffs.
1. What do you think Zack is up to?
2. If you had nine lives, would you do anything you want? If so, what would you do?
3. What's your favorite spy movie?
RANDOM QUESTION: How many stuffed animals to you have on your bed?
4. What do you think Rome and Germania will do?
5. Do you think Prussia will help Russia and Lauren?
Okay. I think that's it. :3 This took me, like, a week to write. I'm not even kidding. This was my only source on entertainment in a two-day car trip. And when my computer died of me, I was all, ". WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE ME?"
Kinda sorta. Let's just say my grandparents think I have 'special needs'. :3 Lol, I'm joking.
Maybe. :3 ^_^
So, I am at my new house. And I don't have wi-fi. So... I'm gonna go to the library cause they have free wi-fi. So, if you are reading this, I have found wi-fi. XD Nyeeh. I have to go to school soon. I don't wanna go to school. I wanna stay on the computer and type FOUR-EVAH.
XD
Then when my computer dies Imma go all angry-Cuba. Then Imma cry like Ukraine. Because I like to write.
...I'm just kidding! GOSH! DON'T STARE AT ME LIKE THAT!
XD I'm kidding about that oo.
Byeeeee!
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