I hate this story, I don't even want to continue with it anymore, but I will because otherwise I'll be bored all summer. God, what possessed me to write this story in first person?
I woke up what felt like weeks later. I was no longer in the plane; I was now in the cell that I knew far too well. I hated it in here, it made me sick just to be in it. All of my memories from the past came back to me at once, and it was horrible. I no longer wanted to be in here, yet at the same time, I no longer wanted to fight. I just wanted to be away from everything in this world; even if that meant dying.
As the days wore on, I realized that everything was the exact same as before, but I no longer fought. I had no will to fight anymore. When Japan came into my room, drunk, I would just lay there and wait for it to be over. I never cried, I didn't feel like I needed to cry anymore. Nothing was going to change, and I was well aware of that now.
I still missed Germany more than anything else in the world. I wanted to be with him, and even though he was dead I felt like he was still alive. I know that's stupid to think, and I was probably going crazy because of this cell; but I felt like he was still alive, and he was actually a lot closer to me than I thought.
"Eat your pasta arready, it doesn't taste good when it's left cord."
"It doesn't taste good when it's warm either! You burn it!"
I didn't care that he would hit me if I back talked him. It was just another bruise to add to the collection of them that had covered my arms, legs, chest, and back.
A few days later, Japan came in my room, like usual, but this time he had some new way of torture for me.
"You haven't been reacting to me the way you used to. I miss it, so I have a new idea. Itari-kun, I have a friend for you to meet. I think you'rr rike him a rot."
He went out into the hallway, and came back a few seconds later with someone that you swore was dead.
"G-Germany?"
He has a gag so he can't reply to you. He's tied up as well so there's no way he could break free. I looked over my lover for a few long seconds. His face looked hollow, as if all the will he once had was taken from him and broken into a billion little pieces.
His eyes widened when he saw me, and he started fighting against his restraints. I couldn't believe that Germany was here. I had thought he was dead for so long, that I couldn't believe he was the same person that I swore one day I'd marry.
Japan smiled evilly and held up a knife that I didn't know he was holding.
"Now you can have a proper chance to say goodbye to him"
