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Eden
There was a soft click as the door was unlocked and opened. Dr. Pax stood in the doorway flanked by two guards.
"Hello, Germany," Dr. Pax said, stepping into the room. "And how are you feeling today?" Germany refused to answer, clenching his jaw and watching the doctor carefully. The two guards escorting Dr. Pax moved to either side of Germany as Dr. Pax withdrew a syringe.
"What are you doing?" Germany finally spoke. He jerked against the restraining chains at the sight of the needle.
"Ah, you speak English?" Dr. Pax nodded to the guards who each grabbed an arm, restraining Germany further. "None of the other nations do."
Germany struggled wildly against his captors. "Dänemark! Warum hast du mir nicht gesagt, dass? (Denmark! Why didn't you tell me that?)" he shouted. Dr. Pax frowned in puzzlement at the words as he took Germany's arm and inserted the needle.
"Wie sollte ich wissen, dass Sie nicht so hell? (How was I to know you aren't that bright?)" Denmark called back.
"Dummkopf!" Taking a page out of South's book, Germany lunged forward and bit Dr. Pax on the arm. The human cried out in pain and surprise as he pulled back from the nation. The guards pinned the struggling Germany back on the bed.
"Don't hurt him!" Dr. Pax shouted, straightening up and examining Germany's bleeding arm. "Wonderful, he hurt himself." He swiftly withdrew a roll of bandages from his pocket and wrapped it tightly around the wound.
Germany bucked against the guards, snapping at them. "Was tun sie? (What are they doing?)"
"Wie soll ich das wissen? (How should I know?)" Denmark snapped back. "Ich weiß so viel wie der Arzt mir sagt. (I know as much as the doctor tells me.)"
Dr. Pax looked to the guards. "Hanc tollite affligere oportet. (We must raise the restraints on this one.)" The men nodded as Dr. Pax straightened up, rubbed his arm, and led the guards out.
Germany panted, wincing and repositioning himself on the bed. "Arschlöcher, was sie denken, sie tun? (Assholes, why do they think they're doing?)"
"Sie wollen die Welt zu vereinen. (They want to unify the world.)" Denmark leaned forward, staring blankly at the wall.
"Warum? (Why?)" Germany asked. He massaged his throbbing lower arm.
"Sie glauben, dass es Frieden zu schaffen, (They believe it will create peace,)" Denmark explained. "Es gibt keinen Grund für einen Krieg wenn jeder lebt in einer Nation. (There's no reason or a war if everyone lives in one nation.)"
"Das ist lächerlich Logik, (That is ridiculous logic,)" Germany snapped. "Wer hätte gedacht, dass up? (Who thought that up?)"
"Er nennt sich Herr Nobel, (He calls himself 'Mr. Nobel,)" Denmark replied.
"Nobel?" Germany repeated. "Wie der Friedensnobelpreis? (Like the Nobel Peace Prize?)"
"Ja," Denmark laughed dryly. "Lustig, nicht wahr? (Funny, isn't it?)"
"Ja . . . Ich frage mich, was mit den aderen Nationen, (I wonder what happened to the other nations,)" Germany said thoughtfully.
"Warum machst du dir Sorgen? (Why, why are you worried?)"
"Ja, bist du nicht? (aren't you?)"
"Nein," Denmark sighed. "Sie werden besser behandelt als wir bekommen. (They're going to get better treatment than us.)"
"Wie kann man wissen, dass für sicher? (How can you know that for sure?)" Germany shook his chains in a vain attempt to escape them.
"Wir sind die oberste Ebene, (We're on the top level,)" Denmark said. Germany didn't answer as he yanked and twisted in his chains. "Du solltest besser aufhören, (You better stop that,)" Denmark advised him.
"Warum?" Germany asked. He rejoiced when the wall behind him creaked ever so slightly. If he tried hard enough he could escape, release Denmark, and rescue the other nations. They could figure out what to do from there.
There was a sudden slam as the door to Germany's cell flew open. The man standing in the doorway looked irritated with Germany.
"Das ist, warum, (That's why,)" Denmark sighed.
"Verotten in der Hölle, (Rot in Hell,)" Germany spat at the man who scowled and stepped forward, taking something from his back pocket. The nation glared at the human and struggled in his chains. Casually, the guard pointed a 'gun' at Germany pulled the trigger. Germany shouted in pain as the Taser struck him. His eyes rolled back as he shook with the electricity.
"Warum hast du nicht auf mich hören? (Why didn't you listen to me?)" Denmark shook his head in dismay. He heard a thump against the wall. No doubt Germany passed out on the bed. "Dumm, dumm Deutschland. (Stupid, stupid Germany.)"
.)O(.
North Korea knelt on the floor of a heavily padded room. After being told he had 'paranoid personality disorder' he had been dragged to the second floor of the building and strapped into a straightjacket.
Fidgeting nervously, North Korea tugged at the sleeves of his confines. They were starting to get claustrophobic. The door opened to reveal a young woman standing the doorway. She smiled gently at the trapped nation.
"Hello, North Korea," the woman said, moving to kneel beside North Korea. "How are you feeling?" She spoke to him as though the nation was a child.
"Babo ga nal gadwo ttaemun-e gongpo-e jillyeo, (Terrified, because you jerks have locked me up,)" North Korea snapped as he scooted away from the woman.
"There's no reason to be scared of me," the woman said soothingly. She sat down on the padded floor. "My name is Dr. Psyche." She smiled warmly at North Korea, perhaps hoping it would make him feel better.
"Nan sang-gwan haji anhseubnida. Jeoliga! (I don't care. Go away!)" North Korea kicked out angrily at the human. A guard was immediately behind the nation to hold him still.
Dr. Psyche frowned at North Korea. "That is not very nice, North Korea," she said. "I'm trying to help you."
"Ani, nega! (No you're not!)" North Korea thrashed against the guard's grip as he continued to try and kick the doctor.
"Come now, North Korea." Psyche stood and knelt beside North Korea again. "There's no need for that." She withdrew a needle from her lab coat, uncapping it.
North Korea froze, his eyes widening at the sight of the need. "Nam! (South!)" he suddenly screamed helplessly. The guard grunted as the nation's struggling increased tenfold.
"Just relax, North Korea." The guard managed to hold the nation still as Dr. Psyche injected him with the serum. "This is simply diazepam. It's not going to hurt you, it's going to help you." The doctor recapped the needle, returning it to her pocket.
North Korea's useless struggling slowed down and eventually stopped altogether. The guard gently lay North Korea down and both humans stood to leave the room. Dr. Psyche glanced over hers shoulder sadly before shutting the door after herself. North Korea let his head fall to the floor as he stared at the ceiling.
"Nan nae dongsaeng-eul sipseubnida, (I want my brother,)" he whimpered. The medication slowly took effect and the nation relaxed with a small smile.
.)O(.
There was a quit clinking as tea cups were placed back on their saucers. The United Kingdom had been lucky enough to gather for a meeting and even have Ireland over for a visit. Ireland's boss had been reluctant, but eventually he'd agreed. The four brothers had cajoled England into afternoon tea. It had been peaceful so far.
Northern Ireland was clinging to his twin brother, whom he rarely saw now. The older twin was attempting to drink his tea while Scotland talked.
"It's bad enough Angel's boss is being so controlling," Scotland complained. "But now A barely see ma brothers."
"I agree." England rustled his wings restlessly. He hadn't been allowed to fly for several weeks, not even in the secluded mountains. "I wish my boss would have at least let Scotland, Wales, and North stay in the house with me."
Wales sighed and nodded, fanning his wings to release any kinks. "I hate being cooped up all the time."
"Will you let go of me for a second?" Ireland demanded, prying his twin brother off. "I'm going to get sugar, since England didn't set it out." England made a face at Ireland as his older brother left to find the sugar.
Ireland searched through the panty until he finally found an open bag of sugar. Grabbing it, he moved to return to the dining room. Before he could make it out of the kitchen, a pair of arms wrapped around Ireland's arms and chest, crushing his gold wings against another body. Ireland dropped the bag of sugar in surprise and fear. The grains of crystal scattered across the tiles. A hand snaked up to cover his mouth and block any sounds. Ireland flicked his hand and the kitchen faucet flew off the sink with a jet of water that was directed at the man attacking him. The man sputtered and cursed. Something sharp jabbed Ireland's arms and black dots swarmed into his vision. Ireland's struggles slowed and he fell limp. The man laid Ireland on the floor, leaving two guards to care for him.
Several men joined the man and they readied themselves at the kitchen door. There were more waiting at the other three doors to the dining room.
"Deartháir? (Brother?)" Northern Ireland called. "Did you find the sugar?" Standing, he moved to search for his brother.
As soon as the winged nation stepped through the doorway, he was grabbed by two men. The guards attempted to quickly subdue the small nation. Fear coursed through Northern Ireland and the ground shook with a fairly large earthquake. Northern Ireland pumped his wings and struggled helplessly against his attackers.
The head guard jerked his head, signaling for the other men to enter the dining room quickly. The humans moved swiftly, descending on the last three unsuspecting brothers. England shouted in surprise and fanned his wings in an attempt to free himself as three guards jumped him. Wales was thrown forward in the attack. His head collided hard with the table and he fell to the ground unconscious, his forehead bleeding.
"Shite!" Scotland held a ball of flames in each hand, smoke streaming from his mouth. He backed away from two guards and into the clutches of three more. Water was dumped on the fiery nation before he was pinned down by five guards. One held his head still while two more forced a mask over his mouth and nose. It released oxygen mixed with a fire suppressant. Scotland coughed and choked on the weakening air as he bucked under the guards.
England's arms were dragged back. He struggled wildly as he felt something cold against his wrists.
"No! Let me go!" Mustering his magic, England sent a shock through his arms and into the men behind him. The humans jerked, releasing England in surprise. Two more quickly seized the nation, something stabbing England in the arm.
"Gah!" England struggled to call up his magic before he collapsed in the men's arms.
Northern Ireland backed out of the kitchen, having escaped his two attackers. Another tremor ran through the earth as he swallowed hard. A half a dozen men surrounded the young nation, watching him carefully.
"Nolite amittee! (Don't lose him!)" the head guard barked angrily.
Northern Ireland spun in a circle, trying to find an escape route, but it was useless. The men circled him like a pack of hungry wolves. Adrenaline pulsed through Northern Ireland's body and his stomach twisted. He could feel a large earthquake coming, and it was coming fast. Falling to his knees, Northern Ireland clutched his stomach and whimpered. Something stuck the winged nation in the back, sending a strong shock through his body. The combined fear and Taser caused a massive earthquake to strike the British Isle. It was the largest ever recorded, causing never before seen devastation in the nation.
The entire house shook with the earthquake. Objects fell over, glass shattering at it struck the ground. Northern Ireland collapsed forward on the floor, spent. His eyes flickered as he watched the men surrounding him stumble with the shaking.
Steadying themselves, the men looked around the room. Four winged nations lay unconscious in various states. Wales' forehead was being cared for by a guard. Scotland lay on his stomach, his even breaths fogging to the mask covering his mouth and nose. He, Wales, and England were already showing the effects of the earthquake. Three men carried the unconscious Ireland into the dining room from the kitchen. The head guard began to bark orders and the nations were chained up and carried from the room.
.)O(.
Norway placed his cup down. Staring out the window, he frowned thoughtfully. Denmark had been missing for several days now. He had sent several of his magical friends to search for the 'King of the North'. The sound of fluttering wings turned Norway's head. A small pixie flitted into the room.
"Hello, Påskelilje, did you find anything?" Norway asked the yellow pixie.
"Nej." The pixie shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry. I looked very hard, but I couldn't find Denmark."
"There weren't any signs of him?" Norway's frowned deepened. It was unusual for Denmark to be this secluded.
"His house was messy, more so than it usually is." The pixie shrugged. "And I found England's foreign friend while I was searching for clues." A black dog with shining red eyes stepped out of the shadows, his tail low.
"Pothos?" Norway held a hand out to the grim. "What are you doing here?
Pothos trotted forward to press in cold nose into Norway's hand. His coal-red eyes flicked up to meet Norway's. An image of England and his brothers flashed before the nation's eyes. The grim had the ability to cause people to see things. It was how he communicated with the nations.
"Yes, that is England." Norway nodded. "Has something happened?"
Pothos sat back on his haunches, keeping eye contact with Norway. Another image appeared: the British Isle shaken by an earthquake. Entire towns had been flattened and even the landscapes had been changed by it. It was devastation as Norway had never seen before.
"An earthquake? In England?" Norway cocked his head, wondering. "Does this have something to do with bror's disappearance?" Pothos nodded his head grimly and Norway turned to Påskelilje quickly. "I want you to go to Iceland's house."
"Okay." The pixie turned and fluttered out the window. Pothos watcher her, whimpering. He usually enjoyed terrorizing the small creatures, but not today.
"It's going to be okay." Norway scratched the grim behind the ears. "We'll find England."
Pothos sighed to himself. Life on Earth was different than life on Globe.
.)O(.
England woke to find himself laid out on a medical table, his wings carefully folded under him. Several guards and men in white lab coats surrounded him. He could see his four brothers laying on other tables around him.
Shifting uncomfortably, England tried to sit up. A guard immediately reached out and pushed England back down. A doctor looked down at the panting nation, frowning.
"Level two, I'd say," the doctor commented. "His three older brothers are most definitely level three."
"And the youngest?" a guard asked. A part of England's mind wondered what the humans could be talking about. Mostly he was just focused on the pain wracking through his body. It was like someone had taken a jackhammer and pounded all over his body.
"Level one," the doctor said. An assistant nodded and took notes quickly. "He shouldn't be any trouble to us."
"W-What?" England coughed heavily. The reaction sent waves of extreme pain through his body. The guard who had pushed him down, hoisted England off the table and to his feet. The nation was dragged from the room and down the hallway. England gasped with every step, flinching in pain. It was like he was walking on a board of nails with their points up.
The guard stopped at a door and forced England in before him. England was seized before he could do anything. His arms were forced through stiff sleeves which were pulled back and strapped behind his back. The guard left quickly, locking the door behind himself.
England stood in the center of the room for a short moment, waiting for the pain to stop. Finally, he sank to the floor and curled up in the fetal position. His aching wings hung limp on the floor.
'Why do I hurt?' England wondered. Something must have struck his land, a storm of some sort.
A clicking noise reached the nation's ears and the door opened to a woman who smiled down at England. "Hello, England," she said. "My name is Dr. Psyche." England didn't respond, drawing his aching wing up to hide his face from the doctor. "Now, now, England." Dr. Psyche knelt beside the nation. "I can help with the pain if you want." She gently rested a hand on England's shoulder.
England drew a sharp breath at the touch. "Who are you?" he gasped out. "Why did you kidnap my brothers and me?"
"I am Dr. Psyche." The human withdrew a syringe. "I work for Utopia. We don't want to hurt you." Gently, she injected England with the painkiller.
England whimpered in pain but didn't move his wing. "You already have," he said. "You are probably what caused all my pain."
"What do you mean by that?" Dr. Psyche rubbed comforting circles in England's back.
"I have only ever felt this pain once before, and it was caused by my younger brother." England curled in tighter on himself. "He only causes those kind of earthquakes when he is frightened."
"We don't mean to hurt you, England," Dr. Psyche sighed and leaned against the wall. "All I want to do is talk with you."
"About what?" England tried to sit up, wincing slightly with the movements.
"Your brothers," Dr. Psyche said in a soothing tone.
"What about them?" England finally managed to sit up, pulling his wings in a way so he shielded everything from view.
"Why are you so attached to them?" Dr. Psyche cocked his head. "They have caused you pain before, yet you cling to them."
"They hurt me, yes. But I've forgiven them and they've accepted me as their brother. Scotland was the one who initiated their . . . cold attitudes toward me." England shifted uncomfortably.
"I don't think you understand me, England. Most people would push others away when they cause them pain," Dr. Psyche explained. "You created an empire for yourself. I think this proves something."
"What?" England spared a glare over his shoulder. "That I'm not 'most people'?"
"That you have a problem," Dr. Psyche replied.
"What!" England whirled around, fanning his great wings. The tips of the snowy feathers brushed against the padded walls.
"You feel the constant need to surround yourself with people," Dr. Psyche reasoned, unfazed by England's reactions. "You're scared of being alone."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," England said in a shaky voice. He stood slowly, his face darkening. Dr. Psyche could see the great empire England had once been in the nation's eyes. The doctor stood quickly as a guard entered the room. He grabbed England by the shoulders, holding him back.
"You're scared of being alone," Dr. Psyche pressed. "So you surround yourself with other nations. No matter how much pain they've caused you."
"Stop making up lies!" England lunged forward, pumping his furiously. The guard wrapped an arm around England's waist, holding the struggling nation steady while he injected him with a sedative.
Dr. Psyche sighed in defeat. "We will talk later." She turned and left the room.
"I should bloody think not!" England roared. His struggles slowly ceased and he collapsed to the floor unconscious.
.)O(.
Northern Ireland had woken up to find himself laying on a bed. His wrists and ankles had been bound in leather straps connected to the bed.
The Celtic nation whimpered, twisting in the unyielding straps. "Deartháir!"
"Northern Ireland?" Greece's voice drifted through the vent.
"G-Greece?" Northern Ireland stilled, his voice wavered with the word.
"Naí," Greece replied. "Are you alright?"
"Uimh, I think I killed my brothers," Northern Ireland sniffled. His thoughts were for Scotland, Wales, and England. He must have caused an earthquake of massive proportions.
"Hm," Greece sounded thoughtful. "Tell him the joke you told me," he finally said.
"W-What?" Northern Ireland asked. Was someone else near him and Greece?
A young female voice drifted through the vent. "Two blondes walk into a bar, the third one ducks." Her accent was thick, a bit like Poland's and Austria's.
Northern Ireland was silent for a moment, gaping at the ceiling in confusion. "What?" he finally asked.
"Two blondes walk into a bar, the third one ducks," the female repeated. Judging by her voice, she sounded the same age as Liechtenstein.
"I don't know! I just want to go back and not have caused that earthquake. Then England, Scotland, and Wales would probably still be alive!" Northern Ireland wailed.
"I don't think it's working," the young female said to Greece.
"I agree, Czech," Greece sighed. "Northern Ireland, I want you to take a deep breath and calm down."
"But I killed my brothers! You kill Cyprus and try to calm down!" Northern Ireland cried.
"Who is that? Who are his brothers?" Czech asked curiously. She had lived her rather short life on Utopia's base, almost never having seen the outside world.
"That is Northern Ireland, he was formed before you," Greece explained. "His older brothers are Scotland, England, and Wales. They're on the island in Northern Ireland I told you about." Greece had taken it upon himself school Czech on the world.
"Oh, so he's part of the . . . the United Palace?" Czech asked.
"The United Palace?" Greece cocked his head thoughtfully. "No, he is part of the United Kingdom."
"Darn it, I thought I had it that time," Czech sighed and Northern Ireland sniffled helplessly. "Are you sure you killed your brothers?"
Northern Ireland froze, thinking hard. "N-No," he finally said.
"Then you probably didn't," Czech said. "I'm sure you would have felt their deaths . . . and I think you would be dead too. You're on the same island, right?"
"No," Northern Ireland corrected.
"What? But aren't you part of the United Kingdom?" Czech asked.
"Yes, but Ireland and I are on a different island. It's too confusing to explain," Northern Ireland sighed.
"Where are you located, Czech?" Greece quizzed the young nation.
"Um . . . is that a trick question?" Czech asked in an innocent voice.
Greece sighed in defeat. "Your brothers should be fine, Northern Ireland."
"I know! I'm down by that crazy nation who has all those poisonous animals . . . Austria," Czech said.
"Czech, no. Just . . . no." Greece wished Czech could see his exasperated expression.
"What?" Czech asked.
"Y-You think they're still alive?" Northern Ireland asked hopefully.
"I think I'm by that cold nation. Denland's little brother who doesn't like to call him 'big brother'." Czech sounded hopeful as she spoke.
"No!" Greece practically howled. "Would somebody help me?"
"Wait. She's Czech? As, in the Czech Republic?" Northern Ireland shifted uncomfortably in the restraints.
"Yes," Greece huffed. "Czech, you are located between Austria, Poland, Germany, and your older brother, Slovakia. In Europe, not Oceania or by any ocean at all."
"Well I knew I was beside Big Brother," Czech said. "He was the first face I saw. He was so nice when he found me, but he kind of looked shocked. We were together for two days before Utopia attacked Big Brother's house and kidnapped us. I see Big Brother occasionally, when he attempts to escape and rescue me. He never gives up hope."
"Slovakia? So two of you were born when Czechoslovakia died?" Northern Ireland asked.
"No, Big Brother told me he was Czechoslovakia," Czech explained. "But he became Slovakia when I was formed. Big Brother gave up some of his land so I could survive"
"So it's like Korea and North Korea, when Korea gave land to his brother" Northern Ireland thought. "And Ireland gave land to me."
"Yes, Korea gave up land for his brother, though not willingly," Greece lectured.
"You're not going to go into philosophical mode, are you?" Northern Ireland asked seriously.
"What's 'phili mode'?" Czech asked curiously.
"It's where Greece suddenly starts spewing out a bunch of crap."
". . . Oh."
"There are many nations who give up land," Greece said. "America gave up land for South. Prussia helped to form Germany. China allowed Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan-"
"And so on and so on," Northern Ireland interrupted the nation. "Basically it's a bunch of boring history."
"Uh huh." Czech nodded, not entirely understanding what she heard.
"Some form other nations," Greece continued, ignoring Northern Ireland completely. "Denmark, England, and France are a few examples. There are many more. Of course, some nations destroy other nations."
"That's terrible! Why would someone do that?" Czech asked in a voice that showed her lack of understanding for the customs of the nations.
"I have no idea." Greece shrugged. "Many nations form empires to become stronger."
"Are you done yet?" Northern Ireland demanded.
"Now these empires can begin wars, or even last a hundred years. Turkey himself lasted for a very long time."
"He sure talks a lot," Czech commented.
"Yeah, and he doesn't stop for a long time," Northern Ireland groaned.
"In fact, it can take a very large war to end an empire," Greece continued. "World War Two ended England's."
"Greece! Stop poisoning the children's minds or I'll feed you hemlock!" Northern Ireland shouted.
"Socrates was executed with hemlock," Greece noted. "He was one of my greatest philosophers."
"Do you want to go the same way as him?" Northern Ireland asked.
"No, that would be very painful. Why do you ask?"
"THEN SHUT UP!"
A/N: What did you think?
Czech is a very young nation who's lived her entire life in Utopia, She only knew her overprotective older brother, Slovakia.
A 10.0 earthquake has never happened before, but it's still dangerous. The worst we've ever seen was a 9.0-9.9, and even those are rare.
The fall of the British Empire began with America and ended with Hong Kong.
Socrates was executed with the poison "hemlock" for poising the minds of the youth.