When you woke up from your loss of blood sleep, you found your arm wrapped in a husk (1.) You looked around; good you were still in your corner. Bad news, you weren't dead. Of course you weren't dead, you couldn't die. You hissed a whole bunch of insults at yourself, making the guard jump.
"Oi, you keep it down in there!" he yelled glaring at you. You did the most childish thing you could think of; you stuck your tongue out at him. He chortled.
"You're a tough one now aren't you?" he asked rhetorically. You hissed a chain of insults at him. "Don't be cussing me out! I'm just having fun, is that such a crime?" You winced at the word crime and fell silent. You sank back into your deep depression, you'd killed innocent people. You didn't deserve to live, you deserve to die.
"Oi sorry 'bout that lass," said the guard coughing, "Tha' wasn't very gentleman-like 'o me." He stood up straight and brushed off his dusty uniform. You couldn't help but crack a smile, before returning to your depressing thoughts.
"I just don' get much company down 'ere tis all," he said smiling at you. "What's yer name?" You looked at your feet as you answered.
"_, _," he beamed, and chuckled.
"Tha' name there suits you well lass" he replied. The faintest trace of a smile crossed your lips.
"And what might be your name?" you inquired still looking at your boots. He chuckled again.
"My name is Bert Ainsley," he replied with a tip of his hat. Just then….
"Ainsley, how many time have I told you not to talk to the prisoners!" asked a familiar British voice. You once again sank back into your depression, blocking out the voices.
"She looked a bit depressed sir," said Ainsley in his defense, "An' look you've gone an' made 'er depressed again!" You were staring at the ceiling thinking about your home and your family. You started to hum a familiar tune to yourself 'Puff the magic dragon (2.)' The two outside of your door looked at you questioningly.
"I think she's off her rocker, you?" Arthur asked Ainsley. Ainsley chuckled.
"It's probably 'er rememberin' somethin' Arthur, sir…" he said saluting. You liked this guy, he was funny. Too bad you were a criminal. "Lass…" you heard him call out. You ignored him and continued to stare at the ceiling and hum. You heard someone snicker.
"Like I said, she's off her rocker," said Arthur crossing his arms. Ainsley chuckled again.
"Or she just doesn't want 'a talk to you," he said elbowing the shorter man. Arthur scoffed.
"No, I thought she didn't want to talk to Mrs. Unicorn," he said sarcastically. Mrs. Unicorn? Did you hear him correctly? Whatever he said, it made Ainsley laugh.
"Look 'ere lad I made 'er smile," he said straightening his tie and standing up taller, "What 'ave you done?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Is that a challenge my good sir?" he inquired smirking at the man next to him. Ainsley ruffled Arthur's hair.
"Only if you want it to be," he said. Arthur scowled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Why are you chicken?" he questioned Arthur. You were listening in on their conversation whilst toying with the husk around your arm. Arthur scoffed.
"Why I never!" he said indignantly. "Fine, challenge accepted." Ainsley grinned and punched Arthur lightly on the shoulder, before walking off.
"See you tomorrow lass!" he called over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner. You just waved a hand in the general direction of the door and continued to toy with the husk.
"You know your arms never going to heal if you keep messing with the husk," Arthur said in a flat voice. You pursed your lips, and then decided against your remark, before continuing to play around with your ace bandage. You heard Arthur sigh in frustration.
"So where are you from?" he inquired looking over at you. You looked at your feet and bit your lip so hard it started to bleed. "Well?" he pressed. You remained silent debating on whether or not you should tell him. You heard him sigh again.
"What's your home like?" he asked figuring that was an easier question. You stared at the ceiling as you answered.
"Where I come from everything is lush and green, food is plentiful, and our population is five-thousand, or at least it was…now it's more like four-thousand, five-hundred, fifty-one," you answer looking back down at your feet. You can tell he's confused.
"Your country must be relatively new to have such a small population," he said glancing back at you. You bit back your answer. "Or at least not very well known." You froze, did he know?
"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out," you said glaring at him. He seemed a bit taken aback by your statement.
"I know it's none of my business, but how did you even get into the army?" he pried looking at you curiously. Your gaze softened, as you thought over your answer.
"My people were fighting so I was required to join," you said using air quotes to emphasize the word required. He raised an eyebrow.
"Women in your country are drafted into the army?" he asked, his green eyes glittering with curiosity. You just glared back at him with your (e/c) eyes thinking about how much an idiot he was. The mighty British Empire is a fool. You started to laugh suddenly, taking him by surprise.
"Y-You're such a-an idiot!" you giggled. His expression immediately turned from one that of confusion, to anger.
"Pray tell me, how am I an idiot?" his green eyes blazed and seemed to bore down into your soul. You immediately stopped laughing and started to play with the husk again. You hated to be yelled at. You winced as you continued to mess with the husk, and heard him yelling at you distantly. You wondered how land it had been since he'd taken a breather. If he did it went unnoticed by you. You heard the door to the cell open. You froze.
"Please don't put me in here with the other scary prisoners! I'll do anything!" cried a somewhat familiar voice. You heard Arthur scoff.
"Yah this person is so scary." Your hand clenched into a fist, oh how you wanted to pummel him into dust.
"Please don't make me eat your horrible food! I have family in-" the rambling continued on, but you no longer felt the need to listen. If your hunch was correct the person in the cell with you was Italy. This slightly brightened your outlook on life, slightly.
"Feli?" you asked glancing up from your arm. The happy Italian beamed and ran over to hug you.
"Bella _, you're alive~!" he sang still squeezing you to death. "We thought you were dead~!" Well that was reassuring. You shrugged it off and struggled to get out of his 'hug.'
"Yes, yes I'm alive," you growl, "now let go!" Feli let go and started to animatedly drone on about how horrible British food was and how much he wished he could have pasta. You heard a light snore coming from outside the cell.
"Feli," you whisper beckoning him over to you, "why did you join the war?" Italy just continued to grin.
"Because Luddy is my bestest friend~!" he exclaimed. You shifted, so he didn't really have a reason to join either. Unknown to you Arthur was still very much awake and listened to every word of your conversation; which lasted until around eleven 'o clock that night…