CHAPTER 10 - FRANCE'S POV, THE MISSING PIECE
I prepared my bed and took a whiff of my rose by the bed side. Beautiful? Yes. I lazily combed my wavy, sandy hair with my fingers and yawned. It was past midnight and I need my beauty sleep. I lay on my bed, tucked myself in nicely. Sighing, I glanced at the ceiling above me. I've been having this weird sensation, I feeling that I can't explain. I shrug this feeling off, "I must be too worn out to think straight." I closed my eyes and soon left for my dreamland.
I felt myself leave my body, the room was as I left it. The clock showed three. I was floating higher and higher and when I looked down, I was there, lying on the bed, sound asleep. Running on air, I tried to reach my body, though it is true that the soul leaves the body during sleep, this weird encounter is my first. As was at the end of my room now, a great distance from my body. "What 'iz 'zis happening? " I watched in awe as a pair of dark, huge arms wrapped around my body, engulfing me! The monster like arms seemed to be made out of shadows, screams and terror. "No! Wait! " I frantically tried to 'float' back to my body, which was disappearing under those shadowy grasps quickly. But I was rooted to the spot. Evil laughter filled the room. "Hahahahah! Let's play hide and seek!" the menacing voice rumbled and the room turned to total darkness. I attempted walking forward, I could. This place seems to go on forever, no walls no nothing, it was just black. "Furansu~ " That... That's that Briton's voice! "Furansu!" the voice hinted anger. "Angleterre?" I curiously stepped forward as I swung glances all around. "I hate you! Everyone does. No one likes you!" the voice of the Briton echoed. I felt a stab in my heart. My dear Angleterre doesn't like me? I'm the personification of the country of love for God's sake! His voice grew softer until I can't hear him. However, I could hear other people. "Ve... Ve..." the sounds of the pants loudly echoed. "Italia?" Evil laughter engulfed me and once again, although already engulfed by black, I was plunged into darkness, this time with my eyes closed.
"Ugh..." I groaned as I struggled to sit up, or at least try to sit up, given that I'm still floating in the air. I glanced around. The atmosphere was different. I could still see my body nowhere near. As I 'floated' I felt a sharp pain on my neck. I lifted my hand to my neck to ease the pain, but to no avail. It was sharp at first, followed by burning pain. I looked down at the fingers which just caressed my neck. No blood. What in the world is going on? I was pulled to a room, or should I say dragged? Yelling in pain, I heard that voice again, that sinister voice. "Furansu! " I yelped as I was violently yanked back. "Look at you, such a whelp! It's time for you to take revenge. You were so unfairly treated! " I covered my ears with my palms, pressing them hard down on my ears, hurting them for a moment. I frantically shook my head. Tears welled up in my eyes. Droplets of tears flew around me as I desperately denied whatever I am hearing.
I felt an invisible force rip my hands from my ears. My eyes are forced open. I was floating above my body. Blood drizzled down from my neck. My face showed signs of pain, but of course, I'm not awakening. I tried entering my body, but there was an invisible shield keeping me away from my physical self. Every time I floated near, I was flown backwards and I'll feel tingling pain all over. I watched as a nail floated to where the blood was flowing out of my neck, and the meat chisel slowly hacking the nail in, as if to dislodge the neck. As the nail was press in, a familiar sharp pain took over me. I screamed and pressed my hands to my neck as the nail was slowly hammered into my physical self. "AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" I fell to my knees, tears uncontrollably flowed down my eyes. "Let me show you something." the sinister voice bellowed. I was in agonizing pain, however, without energy being used, I was floated to a room. I looked down. The brunette was slow but edgy. He opened the toilet door, and gasped as he saw the German. He saved him, though the German was
still in trauma. "He was placed there at the same time as you." The scene changed. This time it showed the German with the brunette in the kitchen. The scene played their heroic act of saving the Japanese. "These are just two of the scenes that will happen soon. That Italian you saw? He's cursed. For he disturbed the peace of our house. " I relaxed a little after the pain was numbed. "What has that got to do with me?" the sinister voice laughed again, "We'll see if you're loved enough to be saved before you die. At this moment, the German is being tested now as well. Well fortunately for him, he'll be saved as you saw just now. " I was then shifted to follow the brunette wherever he went. Oddly, I could also see my physical self in my mind and the tortures made to me as the Italian below me advanced. He walked past my room countless times. Although I tried to sway him towards me, he'll never open my room door. I carved arrows on the ground. I made him hallucinate that his Japanese friend was there. But no matter what I did, he skipped me. Not at all once, he thought of me. I cried out in pain as the meat chisel made it through my first layer of flesh. The pain was hell unbearable. Curse the brunette! Why won't he save me?! "AAAAAARRRGG!" the meat chisel yanked on my muscle. Surprisingly I'm still alive. Or I'm dead, but my soul lives on for torture's sake. Anyway, I've never heard of souls dying.
Pure hatred developed in my heart as I saw the brunette saves his friends, he even wanted to sacrifice himself for them. I furrowed my brows. I see Angleterre with that burger eating idiot. Even my darling Angleterre chose that fatso over me! How could he?! My blood boiled. I watched as they stood up to save each other. Occasionally yelling curses as the meat chisel got stuck in my muscles. A butcher's knife replaced the role of the meat chisel. I tumbled forward, my grasp on my neck tightened, enough to suffocate me. As I saw the butcher's knife lift up high, I braced myself for the worse. With a loud "clunk!" the butcher's knife completely severed my head. I thought that was all. Unfortunately, I was very wrong. A rose appeared from nowhere. Roses, signifies me. Signifies love. The thorns were angled at my closed eyes. Obviously my physical self is not breathing any more. The thorns were yanked into my eyeballs as they were violently dug out from my eye sockets. Clutching my eyes, I cried out in pain, curses were flung out of my mouth. Although my eyes were closed and in terrible pain, my mind continued to show me what I'm supposed to see. Angleterre was flung back by the backfired spell. I see the burns in his eyes. He'll most likely be blind. The damage to the cornea is too large. That's it. Despite waiting, despite trying to guide them to me, they chose to save themselves and their friends. Not me. Not a single one of them thought about me. Is this jealousy? In my opinion, no! This is injustice! I will get my revenge. Oh yes. They will suffer. They will die. Even if I have to kill my Angleterre, forgive me I have no choice. My heart is completely filled with hatred. The rose used to dig out my eyes is now strapped to the doorknob, the hatred from me burns in the fresh blood. My hand was hacked off as well. But this time, I don't feel much pain. All my feelings are drowned by pure hatred. All the love has left me. Now, I kill. I'm turned to a puppet, someone's killing machine. I yearn to kill. To kill all of them...
NEXT CHAPTER'S SNEAK PEEK:
"Ni-hao, you're late." he mentioned as his ponytail fell forward. His amber-brown eyes locked into those amber ones of the Italian.