A Hex Chapter 9
Boom!
A rotting corpse lies alone. Seems care for this person was slightly…well…neglected.
Finally, the door opens to America's room. A paralyzing fear runs through Canada's body, as the epitome of horror is finally here.
His legs pull him into the room, where America has already been tied up. America's eyes are wide and wild, knowing trouble is coming. His eyes dart to his brother, who enters the door trembling.
America's eyes widen for a second before relief fills them.
"C-Canada?! I…Man, I'm so glad you're here! Well, uh, not here, but you know what I mean. Can ya help me out bro? " He motions to the bindings with his eyes.
Canada clenches his teeth and avoids his brother's eyes. There is a pause.
"Canada? What's wrong?"
You have no idea, Canada thinks to himself. Damn him, Damn him! What person would force a man to torture his family?
A nervous laugh was elicited from America in confusion, followed by a sense of dread.
Estonia knew his name. It was Xeh! He was absolutely certain of that. But was it really important? How was knowing the name of his captor supposed to help him escape? He remembered the incident, but it was a bit…blurry. Unfocused.
That does tend to happen in these types of cases. I mean, what would be the fun in knowing these things? That would ruin the tension, and this is a game. Games are made for tension and fun, aren't they? What's so wrong with trying to have a bit of fun?
Estonia stared out the window of the private jet. Latvia next to him was fast asleep. They were going to the world conference, like always. Though a bit on the boring side, Estonia didn't mind too much. He was a bit of a boring guy, so meetings weren't that awful. The plane touched down and they exited. Estonia checked out at the front office of the hotel. He liked hotels. They were so clean and new. It was nice.
The conference was the same as normal. America went on and on about penguins, though nobody thought the ideas he had were that great. It was something about giving them all coats so that they didn't get cold. Estonia himself found the idea somewhat amusing. Not much was productive. Most people left the conference, but a few were left.
"Anyone else hungry? I could use a bite or ten!" America exclaimed. Now that he mentioned it, Estonia was sort of hungry. He hadn't eaten since early that day.
"Yeah man, I'm hungry too!" Prussia was also hungry, so it seemed.
"Is all you think about food? You must have hamburgers for brains!" England rolled his eyes.
Eventually 11 countries decided to find something to eat. Before they reached anywhere, China received a phone call and ran off shouting something about Korea being stuck again. No idea what that was about.
They approached a Burger King, but were stopped by a closed sign. How odd.
And that was the last he could remember. The memory abruptly stopped. It was kind of like an old film that had been ripped, and now was replaced by a plain, twitchy black screen. The only thing that stuck out was "Xeh". He spent the rest of his days being bored, trying to think of a plan to escape. There had been one thing he had thought of, though it was impossible to carry out.
The idea was to try to break down one of the pure white walls surrounding him. He would ram into a wall with all his might, and maybe it would fall down. It was a simple plan, but there was much thought in it. If there was no hint of any exit, then how could he have gotten here? There must be some sort of hidden door! In reality, it's much more complex and humorous than that, dear. You must not be that smart, Estonia.
Italy watched the floor. The obnoxiously white floor has not yet changed color. Waiting in anxiousness, he felt somewhat empty. Is this why he was here?
It's black for a while. I crane my head and look for something or somewhere to go to. I can't remember what I was doing, but I'm here now. After making a full turn, I see a rectangular light. It seems to be a television screen. As I walk toward it, I hear some type of "wet" noise. It was like stepping in puddles. I don't bother to look down, as I'm feeling a bit weary and would rather just get to the light. I'm walking.
Walking.
Walking.
Walking.
Walking.
I'm almost there. Though this is good news, I really don't feel happy. In fact, I feel worse. But oh well, I'm almost there. As I approach the light, the puddles continue to get louder and louder. I've finally reached the light. I lean forward to touch the glaringly bright light, reaching my arm out. My index finger is extended. I touch it and my heart beats furiously. My world stops and I whirl around. Leading up to the screen is a trail of footsteps coated in scarlet blood. I look to my feet, blood freely dripping beneath them into an abyss I was somehow floating over . I can't breathe. I try to breathe, but it feels like I'm being choked.
Panic. So much fear. I'm going to die just like the rest of them, aren't I?
I scream.
Germany felt relieved. Italy finally fell asleep. He stared at the wall, and Italy's long breaths made the only sound in the room. For once, the quiet air was peaceful. Not for long.
It was an artificial calm. Germany knew it couldn't last, but maybe things would be a bit better after Italy had some well-needed sleep. He thought about what could've happened to Italy, but anytime Germany tried to ask, his friend shook his head and didn't respond. He once tried persisting in the information, but Italy would start crying and was hysterics for a long time, so he didn't try that again.
He looked down at the face of Italy resting on his thigh. His face was so pale and soft, Germany wanted to hold his so close, but couldn't pull him up for fear of breaking his frail body. The sleeping Italy suddenly got a look of fear, arms naturally clutching Germany's waist. His moist hands tightly grabbed the cotton of Germany's white shirt.
Oh no…Germany thought. Why of all places was Italy haunted even in his dreams? Couldn't God or whatever made things work just give Italy a break? Why was it him that had to suffer?! "Why couldn't it be me instead?!"
A choked scream released Italy from his sleep. Crying lasted for at least 45 minutes after Italy awoke from his nightmare.
"G-Germany….Germany, wh-why does it have to be like this? I-"
Sobbing. "I'm so scared! We-" Gasping
"We're g-gonna be taken by him! I-"
He was cut off by an embrace. Germany wrapped his arms around Italy, not knowing what to do. Italy laid his face into Germany's warm shoulder and cried.
The words that flowed from Germany's mouth made no sense in Italy's hysterics until he said "I will always protect you, Italy. Please don't cry anymore."
And then there was silence as he registered the words, letting them soak into him like a sponge absorbing water. And then there was a silence.
"I'm sorry I'm so weak Doitsu."
"You're not weak." Neither of them slept that night. Or day. Whatever time it was, they didn't sleep.
Hey everyone! Next chapter I'll stop teasing you and have the America/Canada thing, don't worry! I've just been so busy with school that I haven't be able to write as frequently as I want, so I make sure the quality as is good as I can get it. I've got all the plots worked out and intertwined now, so that's good, right? Thanks for reading, as always!
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