France sighs near me. I wonder if he's asleep. I quietly listen to the quietness of our room. It actually seems that nightvision is actually a hoax. I see nothing. I shuffle my arm to fit my head better. I think I'm in Russia's direction. While looking at nothing in this still and nearly quiet room, I think.
It started off pretty well when we all were awake. I have no idea what time it was then. I was awoken by Flicks and then we ate. After that he did some magical ritual to detect demons. So the C wing hates or has some large dislike for demons. I should check this out, better yet we. Learning that technique would be useful. We should also memorize our first floor map. It'll be extremely helpful when we look for rooms and important places. Even more important for where different groups are.
Most groups aren't as welcome as the Coppers from earlier examples. The Cornacorps sound like they just don't like new people. There may be a chance to have a relationship with them. The CatTails sound even more unwelcome. We really have no chance with them unless we're friends with the Cornacorps. Who have we met personally? What about the store owners...
I liked Danny, even though she has a weird name. Do people that are born here have strange names? Considering how this place has a mini society, it may be true. It's possible that Dan could also be a girl but I shouldn't assume too soon. I think going there is a good idea.
Fill isn't happy. I believe that we'll be on his "do not enter" list. Also, considering the size of the blue crystals, it just doesn't make sense for the potion's price. He should realize that it would take truck loads to give him what he wants. It's kind of like America's unreasonable demands, just a little steeper.
Now the Coppers were nice but I think we ruined our relations. Jane was nice but Flicks seemed confused or frustrated at times. He hasn't been a leader for long but I could see potential during the battle yesterday. I could hear every barked order. I should keep this information somewhere. I should also make this knowledge public to our group.
What other events should I go over? That little girl was interesting. Now that I do think of it, I saw her a few twice after we went to the market. She stayed pretty far away from us. I don't know whether to worry about her or not. She looked and acted like a quick thief. She wouldn't attempt to get our stuff. Maybe I should take note of her anyway? It would give my journal a purpose.
I should use my journal now that we have a place. Writing down names, places, and important events should be a good idea for the future. Given that we have to stay here. Observing is an important thing for our relations. I would love to write what has recently happened but I would rather have everyone enjoy their sleep. Now isn't the time.
France just moaned in frustration and turned over. I tip my head up to actually see him but there's nothing. I sigh quietly, earning a response.
"Who's awake?" France whispered. I hear him shuffle to look in my direction. I look up more.
"I am awake, I don't feel tired," I whisper back.
"What are you thinking? I'm not tired either."
"I'm reviewing what happened today."
"Well, I'm thinking about what happened at the help center."
"The fight?."
"Non, the Pictonian. How did none of you know what one was? We all went on the mothership together and saved the Earth. I just don't get it." I think about it a bit. What he said is bizarre. It's weird that France knows something that has never happened to me or the others. I'm unsure about why though. Something theoretically big like that is something to remember.
"I'm not too sure about that either."
"You two are both up da?" Russia quietly says. I look in his direction.
"How long have you been listening?" France and I whisper, hopefully Russia will get the message. I roll onto my back.
"From the beginning. I'm curious about that too. I want to know if I really know you. You see, I did not experience anything France said. It seems so drastic, it's like you're different person," whispers Russia. Different person? We should know each other. If we were diffrent, France would be the first one to be suspicious.
"France, do any of us smell odd?" I inquire. Surely we all must know each other. I hear sniffing sounds above me.
"I-I'm unsure. The maple smell is strong. Other than Germany and Russia, everyone smells the same," France replies. Germany and Russia are the only ones?
"I smell weird?" Russia asks quietly.
"Don't hurt me for saying it but you don't smell like vodka," France says fearfully. I don't worry about france's life. He's the one that said it and I would rather stay quiet to keep mine. There's a long pause.
"I don't smell like vodka because I don't drink vodka," he says in a happy whisper. France and I just stare in his direction.
"What!?" we whisper-yell in unison. But…
"How can you not drink vodka? It's your favorite alcohol!" I whisper loudly. This is the most unnatural thing in the world.
"I only drink it on holidays. Now, from what I hear, you are all surprised. Clearly you two don't know me. Everyone, especially Japan should know that," Russia whispers disappointed. I hear him move. This brings up the second biggest question I now have. Do I know anyone? As in, does anyone come from the same place I came from?
We stayed quiet for some time. The atmosphere is strangely mixed. I feel odd with the idea that I may not know anyone in this room. Do I know Italy and Germany here? I just can't stop questioning my knowledge of everyone. I'm also confused on how to interact with them. Should I treat them like normal or should I treat them like new people? The former option sounds like the best one.
"Hey! I propose we talk," France blirts while sitting up. He's probably beaming. I wait in hopes that no one woke up. No one does, so I calm down a bit.
"France, people are sleeping. I advise we stay quite," I advise. I hear a small sorry come from him.
"That sounds like good idea. What are your thoughts Japan?" Russia happily questions. I don't see anything wrong with talking. I actually see benefits if we have some small talk.
"As long as we're quiet," I reply
We chat for a little about simple subjects like food and simple likes. I found out that Russia loves sweets. France had a radio talk show and is pretty good friends with Britain. He also told me that Britain would sometimes accept the name England. My Britain will only accepts Britain and gets angry with anyone if they call him England. After that I told them how horrible my Britain is with cooking. Russia then tells me that his Britian is a wonderful cook. France makes fake choking sounds and we giggle. This goes on for a few more minutes until we hear someone move.
I look at the bed trying to hear the sounds. It sounds like bed sheets so I look away while giggling softly. I move to a more comfortable position before speaking more.
"Russia, what's your relationship with your Japan?" I ask. The room goes silent and the mood just saddens.
"My Japan hates me. I see his traps everywhere I go sometimes. He thinks I don't notice them when I do. His plans always fail anyway, making me feel safer. All I really want is to be friends with him, yet it's impossible to say hi and get a nice response," Russia sniffs as he moves to hide his face. He doesn't cry but he is breathing harder.
"I'll admit, I've never really liked my own Russia. He was always scary to me but not you. You haven't tried to scare the living daylights out of anyone yet," France answers. I think he just got up and moved over to Russia's side. I have no words. This is just the weirdest thing for France to do. My France would walk to the other side of of the room in relation to Russia. I just hum for a reply and turn away.
I hear more shuffling bed sheets and a loud thump.
"The bloody fuck was that!" Britain yelled, causing the others to stir. I await the chaos to ensue as everyone starts waking up. Except Italy, I still don't understand why he can sleep through any and everything. If it is my Italy.
"Romano! You wet the bed again didn't you." Spain pointed at Romano. Earning an angry look.
"No I did not! Just touch the damn bed or use your sensitive nose!," Romano yelled. I sigh, knowing that any intervention would spark more unrest with him. Then someone intervenes.
"We're all trying to sleep, just put this problem on the shelf!" Germany raised his voice. Prussia stares at the ceiling tired and unamused. He gets up and turns the light on.
I blink as I get use to seeing things again. As the abnormal whiteness subsides, I see a girl in our stuff. She's dressed in a brown cloak. She has a northern Italian curl. I look at the door and it's wide open. I should've heard her come in, especially the door. The girl looks stunned by the light and I take a chance. I grab her arm and then the rest, i'm unsure of.
The little girl is stronger than she looks. My guess is that she grew up with intense training. I just don't understand how she managed to get on a masters level at her age. I'm on the ground, looking at everyone's feet. The only person that sees what's going on is Canada. I watch as he frantically looks around for something to grab attention. That alone actually worked. Everyone started to watch him as he made weird arm motions. The moment his motions look like pointing they turned to me.
The girl slowly lets me go and backs away to the door. She has complementary red and green eyes. She smirks similarly to Prussia whilst holding my bag. She giggles as she makes a run for it. I won't let her flee without a chase. My journal is in that bag, making it my responsibility to get it back! I rush after her but I hit the wall perpendicular to the door. I stumble backwards before heading in the right direction. Prussia, Germany, and Britain follow behind me.
I forgot about the lights at the end of our dark hall. I need a way to protect my eyes. With how fast I'm moving, there's only one thing I can do. I put my bare arm over my eyes and hope I can keep up. Just as I covered my eyes I saw her take a left. I make the turn. I can't see nor hear her so I take a risky glance. I saw a gray silhouette make another left turn. I quickly judge how far she is and make the turn.
I run into the doors, falling down stairs again. Good thing pain isn't a real issue. I can feel the cool darkness of what I presume to be the first level basement. There's a stench of dried blood. I let my arm down and I see gray. I can tell that the room or hall is large, bigger than the normal halls. I take a few steps and hear the girl giggle. I also hear three unknown figures which grab my attention. I feel my hip for my katana before putting my arms up in a defensive position.
"Japan, you forgot your katana!" Britain stated, which was obvious. I squint at him as I try to look at my weapon. I grab out, take it and realize that the sheath isn't on. I loosely hold my katana towards the floor. What was once gray has turned black.
"Where are we?" Germany asks as he smells the halls. His eyes water from the overwhelming scent of rotting corpses and worn wood.
"We're in the basement. I woke up on this floor so I have an idea of where we are," Prussia happily whispers. He shakes a bag, making a soft noise before continuing, "Guys, the awesome Prussia remembered to take his bag! Just wait a moment." Prussia enthusiastically rummages his bag. With a click, a dull light turned on. A battlefield emerged before my eyes. Bodies and weapons littering the floorboards. The only thing that actually scared me was that one of the bodies were twitching. I stare at it before looking for the girl again. Who is somewhere within these halls.
"Those of you that don't have a weapon better take one here. You see that twitching body over there." Prussia points at the body I''m looking at, "That is a vampire zombie. I recommend cutting it's legs or decapitation. These things have a hard time staying down so stay on guard," Prussia finishes his recommendations. He then walks to the twitching body and cuts it's head clean off. It doesn't stop shaking.
I hear the girl's giggling as echos, I can't tell how near she is but I know she wants us to follow. We go around the small hall looking for useful things. Germany and Britain find themselves weapons and a few new herbs. Britain got excited when he found a purple herb. He just bags it without any explanation. After a bit more searching, I find more red and a single blue herb.
Prussia surveys us, keeping the area lit. I think about our only source of light. If we can get more flashlights and maybe a few sunglasses, this trip would be extremely beneficial, sadly none of the dead in this room have those needs. I walk to my next body and find nothing on it. I look around at everyone and take notes.
Britain has a wand, sword combo. Which seems fitting for him. He has displayed magic so I know it's a good choice for him. Then, I look at the short sword Germany has. It's clean and isn't rusted. I squint, as Prussia's light hits it, which hurts a lot. It's not too serious so I don't say anything. Then I look at Prussia's sword. It seems like it was crafted by a master. The sword is slightly curved, but not by much. I also note the style of the sword. I'm not familiar with it. My only guess is that it was made here.
I leave the body beside me to go to Prussia's side. Germany also follows. It takes a bit for Britain to stop playing with his wand, trying to make something come out of it. Without looking, suddenly a large sound comes from Britain's wand. I cover my ears as the sound echos in the hallways. Germany is worse off as he becomes nauseous. He uses a wall to support himself. Prussia winces and points his flashlight alarmed.
"Britain, what the fuck! Are you trying to kill us with sound? Because that's not cool to anyone!" He shouts. Instead of walking up to Britain he goes to the end of the hall-room and looks for the creatures. He gets his sword ready and glances at us. Germany and I walk to Prussia again with a shocked Britain following.
The girl laughs this time and I hear it from the left. Prussia points his light in that direction and we move. I think that as long as we stay together we'll be ok.