"Was that part of your idea, genius?" Taiwan was sitting across me as we were both surrounded by the ominous vacuum. I shrugged my shoulders as if it were nothing.
"It's not like there was anything better to do. You didn't step in again," I argued.
"I wouldn't've gone as far as to hurt myself! What were you thinking?" Taiwan lectured me as she stood up. I yawned as I propped myself on my arms with my legs stretched out in front of me.
"I wasn't exactly thinking; it was more instincts. I wasn't going to sit by and watch as everyone got their asses kicked because Denmark was furious with me. He got what he wanted, didn't he?" I calmly admitted.
"But you're missing the point!" she nagged.
"What point is there?" I demanded, finally getting fed up with her. I stood back up as if to challenge her.
"People are going to think I'm- you're insane!" she yelled in my face. My poor ears. My real, poor ears.
"And?"
"Apart from fainting in class, Russia knocking you out, Belarus almost killing you, messing with Denmark, self harm, and your terrible attitude, people are going to think you're mental!"
"Look, maybe I'm not as perfect or flawless as you, but I sure as hell can take care of myself! I haven't failed yet, so don't try me," I yelled back in her face.
"Just be careful, Emi," Taiwan advised me. I nodded as the scene turned into a blur and everything faded.
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My eyes fluttered open to see that I had woken up in the infirmary, again. I can't say I'm too shocked or scared by this, now. I started to sit up when I felt a jolt of pain run through my arm.
"Aargh!" I winced as I lifted my sleeve to see to my arm covered in bandages. How could people be cutters? It hurts like hell. I was about to look for any signs of human activity when I saw China dart towards me.
"Aiyaa! Taiwan, are you okay?" he pulled me into a tight hug. I started to feel the air leave my lungs as I saw Vietnam rush towards me, as well.
"You're finally awake," she sounded so relieved. In a way, this kind of felt comforting- knowing that people really care.
"Uh, China, I think I saw Korea take Panda," Vietnam informed China. He let go, thanked her, and darted out of the room.
Once he was gone, Vietnam did the most unexpected thing. She slapped me, hard.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she demanded. I was not expecting that. I looked at her dumbly as she slapped me again.
"Would you quit it?" I started to rub my sore cheek.
"Then answer me!" she snapped. "Wait, don't tell me that you're a cutter?"
"What? Ew, that's gross!" I objected. "Wouldn't that hurt?"
"Well, you did it just now!" she nagged. And I thought Taiwan was a handful.
"That was to stop the fight."
"Stop the fight, you could have really hurt yourself!"
"Calm down, it was the only thing I could do. If I didn't you or Finland would've suffered because of my stupidity. I gave him what he wanted- to hurt me. Did I shock him?" I started to smirk when I ended.
Vietnam rolled her eyes. "You shocked all of us, idiot."
"See, I succeeded," I pointed out.
"Well, yeah, Denmark was shocked and freaked out when you did that, but he looked hurt. Like he didn't mean to do it," Viet explained.
"Yeah, well, he did and it's too late for that," I crossed my arms over my chest triumphantly.
"Emi do you-" Vietnam was about to say, but a set of footsteps made her stop.
"Taiwan, as President and Vice President, we have to speak to you," England and France started to approach us.
"Why?" I questioned.
"It's important that no one else hears," England glanced towards Vietnam. Viet only glared back as she went outside the room.
"What is this about?" I asked, once Vietnam had left.
"This is about the events that's been going on for the past week," Britain looked at a folder that held all the information. "In only four days, we've been informed about several accounts that include loosing consciousness, problems with Russia, problems with Belarus, behaving more distant, complications with Denmark, and self harm." Is Taiwan psychic or something?
" . . . Oh . . . " I didn't know how to react to that statement.
"Seeing as how you're strange behavior is starting to affect the people around you, I want you to meet with the school's psychologist," Britain announced. I practically jumped out of my bed.
"What?" I demanded.
"You will be meeting after school tomorrow in room #123, starting tomorrow," Britain handed me a note that had the room number on it.
"I don't need a psychologist. I'm doing just fine!" I insisted.
"Your arm begs to differ," Britain pointed to my arm. I grumbled as I took the dumb note.
"You'll be meeting every Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. This won't be permanent, but we need to see if your conditions are okay," Britain added. What am I- a psychopath? Wait, don't answer that.
"You do know that I'm not insane," I retorted.
"That's why we're checking on you. The nurse also said to stay the night, just in case something happens." With that, both of them waved me off.
The rest of the night consisted of me getting my homework done, and eating dinner in bed. Apparently, the nurse decided that it was best to keep in the infirmary overnight. It was so boring, and I couldn't think of anything to do. As I lay in bed that night, I started to remember the night I hid from Austria. It felt as though I had lost control, but now, I feel the same as when I first woke up in Taiwan's body: clueless, stumped, melancholy . . . you get my point.
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take.
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
Wow, it sure has been a long time since I've updated! The reason behind my long wait was because for some time now, I had trouble logging in and that prevented me from submitting any chapters. Either way, Yang Chun is back!