Arg! My parents plan every second of my summer, and I have virtually no free time! Although my aunt is visiting, she's Tina Whittle! Yes, the Tai Randolph mysteries. I think I spelled that right? Urg. But yes, she's my aunt, and I'm very excited! I'll try to post this before the holidays, but don't get your hopes up. I'm so sorry! Now here's a story. (Oh btw, I recently discovered the Nightcore version of Demons. I destroyed the repeat button on that YouTube page. .Good)
Canada
I was feeling ripped in two. Carribia had hesitantly agreed to England's not-so-subtle request. I could understand that. She had lived with this raging war inside her for a long time, she was probably ready to give in. But for me, the feeling was raw, and I was not so ready to forgive and forget. On the other hand, I had listened to everything Arthur had said, and the anger in his voice had been evident. I stood up and started pacing. Carribia frowned when she saw this. She got up and pulled me back down. "Sit. Pacing is just gonna make it worse." "I need to do something!" "Here." She handed me a small teal device. It was…an iPod? What? "Listen. I've got a playlist on there I listen to when I'm stressed." "Um, ok?" I put the headphones in and she fiddled with the buttons for a bit. "This is so random…we're in the middle of a crisis and you're telling me to listen to Nightcore?" She crossed her arms. "Don't diss Nightcore. Anyway, we have a bit." "Wow, Nightcore over your brother. Makes perfect sense." "You're the one listening to it." She pointed out. I sighed. "This is so stupid. All of this." "I know. But we can't do nothing. We gotta do something." "Doing nothing is something." "You are so America's brother."
England
I had been pacing the room for the last hour, waiting for a phone call from anyone. Anything. I had used a charm on Alfred to keep him asleep, but it wouldn't last much longer. Finally, finally! my phone rang. "Iggy?" "Don't call me that." "Iggy, we've reached a decision." "And?" There was nothing, just a crackling sound. Then broken speech. "We-sorry-breaking-go" "Not funny." There was laughter from the other side. "So, where'd you get the paper?" More laughter. "Well?" "Well…" I felt a sinking feeling in my gut. "He started it so-" I hung up, not wanting to hear excuses. I started pacing again. This was the worse possible thing that could happen! They…they…I looked at America, sleeping on the couch. All the worry, hatred of himself had fallen from his face. He looked, well, peaceful. I felt a surge of protectiveness. He didn't deserve this. My crazy, loud, obnoxious brother. Yes, brother. No war, so fighting, nothing. America hadn't looked more vulnerable when he was tiny, living alone in a field. In Finland. I had always wondered…why Finland? That made no sense at all…oh well. I picked up my phone. Dammit! Carribia had her phone off. Again. Why? There was no point in hiding where they were, they knew I had seen them. Unless they had moved far, which was highly doubtful. All the thoughts were swirling through my head so fast I hardly noticed when the doorbell rang. As I walked slowly towards it, it rang again. "Shut it France! I don't really care-" When I opened the door, two blurs shot on either side of me into the house. When I had recovered, I smiled. So I had been wrong.
I heard a shout come from the living room. Followed by a crash, and another yell. Then laughter, then silence. I could faintly hear what they were saying. "You did what?" "I was stupid, ok?" "No difference than usual then?" "Shut up. Or I'll run away again." Someone snorted. "And then he'll get depressed again, and Iggy will have to play babysitter." "Hey!" "It's true…he was pissed." I decided to join the conversation. "No, I was pissed at Ukraine." I walked into the room to see the siblings on the couch, lounging as though nothing had happened. They were laughing at my comment. "Honestly, you should start taking antidepressant pills. That was horrible." They laughed again. They whole gang was back together at least. I smiled. They were exchanging stories now. "Did I ever tell you about the time I fell off a cliff and was rescued by a snake?"
And this is where the saga of Carribia comes to an end. At least, the first one. Ohyes. I have outlined the rough sketch of a sequel. Any ideas are welcome. But…I have one more unfinished thread the wrap up. The epilogue. The story has one more loose end. Whoever guesses what it is before they read it is amazing. Thank you all for the support, especially skylaeatpie. Please review and add ideas or whatever. I've started looking for a beta editor, so pm me about that and we can talk. I love talking to people about the stories, so feel free! Thanks again y'all!