The room was soundless. No one spoke, no one moved, it seemed like no one even breathed. Even the world outside of the meeting room seemed silent. Over one hundred living souls in that room, and no one made a single sound. The room used to be filled with such loud noises, from screaming, to shattering glass, to gunshots. Echoing through the large room all at once, nearly making anyone that walked by deaf. Now, there was nothing. No paper shuffling, no sneezing, no movement in ones seat. The empty eyes of so many just stared blankly at each other, wondering what they had done. Thinking about the past and what horrors they caused for no reason, other than their own greed. Some personifications had their bodies wrapped in bandages, the wounds that covered their bodies still haven't healed from the war. The war. The damned war. If the war didn't happen, the room would be as loud as normal...but there would have been more souls in it. What have they done? What have they done?
It started in the year 2025, the beginning of June. It wasn't a normal war, no. Unlike the other wars, where countries had allies to help against others. This war was one country against a certain amount of others.
"Please if you would all just shut your traps for five seconds!" Northern Narnia shouted, slamming her hands on the oak wood table. The stinging sensation of the wood and papers that topped it didn't bother her. Her chair was toppled over, and laying on the ground next to her black boots. Her pale, slender fingers clenched the papers, not caring that they were probably important. A wave of a tan hand caught her attention, and she glanced over at her friend. The other girl was glaring at her, snarling. Southern Narnia, the other half of the country. They were the same nation, though they look very different. A nation of harmony and peace. Only one war went on in their entire two hundred and twenty-five years of life. Which, in their book, was fantastic! The war was a civil war, fought for numerous reasons. The main reason was the government, the northern half wanted to keep the monarchy, but the southern half wanted a democracy.
"Listen up, North, no one wants to hear anything you have to say." South growled, her voice was followed by gunshots. The two girls looked over at Switzerland, who was holding up his shotgun at two shaking Italian brothers. Bullet holes next to their heads. South made a tic noise, and leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms up. "If I were him, I would have shot the two." She yawned, North grabbed her seat and set it back in its original place. Once she sat down, she shook her head, causing a clump of hair that went between her eyes, down to her lips, to fly around. "I swear, who wouldn't you shoot?" She asked, the tan girl looked at her nails and shrugged. "I wouldn't shoot myself." She said. Neither of them spoke, but South felt North's eyes on her. "Fuhuhuhu! Very funny! You shot yourself in the chest just yesterday!"
They weren't strong, no weak. And they knew it. Their army was volunteers, and they had no Navy, hell they didn't even have cars! As one can tell, battles and wars weren't exactly a Narnian thing, they didn't help nor start anything with fighting. They even abandon World Meetings if there is a serious war going on. The two usually tried everything in their power to keep from fighting. Which is why when two people wanted to start Micronations in their country, they didn't stop them. Fighting wasn't in their blood, South was more into fighting than North but she still didn't like it.
They were seated in regular dark wood chairs, with rough red cushion on the back and seat. Nothing special, no interesting design, to their dismay. South rested her elbows on the large wooden table, and placed her chin in one open palm. Her expression was bored and tired, as usual. While she did that, North decided to flatten out the papers she crumbled and folds them into origami. A sudden blood splatter painted the table, a small drop getting on the cursive writing. She glanced up, and watched as Denmark fell to the table, Finland lowering his gun from afar. "Now Denmark, what did I tell you about disrespecting Christmas?" He almost held up the gun again, but Norway grabbed the barrel and pointed it at the ground. The room slowly started to get louder again. It was late afternoon in Spain, an afternoon in summer at that. Causing the stuffy place to feel as though it were slowly getting hotter and hotter by the second. The body heat of everyone plus the heatwave outside? It was such an intense heat that it nearly caused most of the colder nations to pass out. The light of the sun beamed into the room, and the smells of the farm land outside wavered inside. The smells of dirt and grass, leaves and fruits. The heavy scent of tomato plants was definitely stronger than the other smells. Not that anyone seemed to mind. The busting life of the room was confusing, how could so many people have so much energy? Well, ignore Greece. Everyone was just bursting with energy, but how? Questions that will remained unanswered, are questions that shouldn't be asked.
North creased the last part of her intricate rose, and looked up with a proud expression. Speaking of roses. She glanced over to the personification of France...only to see his neck in the hands of an angry-looking Brit. "That's the fifth time in under an hour. They broke their record. I'll bake them a fuck you grow up cake later."South muttered, rolling her eyes. It was so loud in the meeting room, she was surprised she wasn't bloody deaf. They act like such children. She made a tic noise again and looked over at the livid eyed girl. Smiling off, staring at nothing, not even fazed of the blood puddle that was growing in front of her. Of course, being nations, death was normal around here. No one was fazed by it anymore. But she should at least have some emotion. What a dick.
The albino girl let out a soft sigh, and yawned. Finding their presence at the World Meeting to be quite...worthless. She sighed softly, staring at the beautiful carvings of the border around that scaled the windows all the way up to the ceiling. The soft colours of the windows, making the paint on the walls seem like they glitter. The chandeliers that dangled above of all of them, the golden lights turned off. But nonetheless, still looked lovely. As did the gorgeous paintings that hung around the place, and the pots of flowers that scattered throughout...once scattered throughout. It was very beautiful. Just don't look around at everything else, and it's beautiful. The smell of the area around them ruined it, though. It was horrid, the smell of silver, blood, gun powder, multiple food items, and sweat. It was strong and disgusting.
Though the two had different tastes, and thought differently, it wasn't the differences between them that brings their disliking of each other. Even though they hate each other sometimes, they swore to always stay together, and to never separate to be a different country. One cannot live without the other, economics wise that is. Though they shared a different taste in nearly everything, they could definitely agree on something...that the room was in total, utter chaos, and that leaving would be best. Bullet holes in numerous places, two shattered windows behind them, some chairs didn't even look like chairs anymore. Plants were crushed on the ground, expect for a few lucky ones. Flowers that once looked so nice on the table were gone and smushed to basically powder. Everywhere you looked, someone was either hurt or killed, or was already hurt or killed. In fact, Australia was pushed out of the first window that shattered when the meeting started, and still hasn't shown back up. People fighting each other with their random weapons, frying pans, woks, tomatoes, it was a mess. Although it was ugly around them, it was still the world they lived in.
South averted her gaze from Belarus and Hong Kong fighting in the corner of the room, though it was entertaining. Seeing someone with knives fight against someone who was kicking them out of her hand was pretty impressive. She then looked over at the United States of America with her amber coloured eyes. Watching him shove burgers down his throat like they are the last in the world. He set a burger down and swallowed roughly, automatically telling South what he was going to do. She glanced over at North, who was playing with the rose she made. "There he goes again, you know I bet you five dollars that he's going to say-" She lifted her hand, and pointed her thumb at her chest at the exact same time as America. In unison, they both shouted, "I'm the hero!"
North's rotated her shoulders as she pushed herself off of the uncomfortable chair. "I'm going to leave early. It looks like we've just wasted another meeting. I could have painted something in the amount of time we wasted her."She pouted her lips and yawned softly. She pushed some of her white hair behind her ear, but it fell back in her face seconds later. South rolled her eyes again. "You can't just leave a meeting. You'll get in trouble. Remember what happened last time you left early?"South raised an eyebrow, amused at the fact that North shuttered at the memory. Well now that she thought about it, it was a pretty horrible memory. "Ah, well. We're not needed here, remember what Germany said during the last meeting? We're just another childish country."North shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her things. Almost picking up the rose, but saw that it was nearly soaked with blood and made a face.
"Oh well that's Denmark's flower now. Sweet dreams, friend."