A/N: Hello.
Wow, it's been a while since I got a chapter out.
I'm currently dividing my thoughts between stories so I'll have one coming out in each one. Or maybe I might come out with a completely knew one.
That's getting me excited just thinking about it.
But they won't be out very soon so don't get too excited.
It was cold. Cold and windy. I opened my eyes to see myself in the uniform I had worn before France forced me out of my good clothing. My hair was platinum blonde again. I heard some type of metal hitting metal. Most likely my earrings. I realized I was falling and I turned around to see what I would hit. There was a black rippling substance beneath me. The ocean. I flailed a small amount before hitting the surface. When I hit, there was no pain. The water didn't give any resistance.
The ocean shattered for me.
"Please turn off all electrical appliances." The pilot said over the intercom. My head was throbbing and I felt shaky. I lifted my hands up to hold my head.
"Are we landing?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Yes. In five minutes. I would hold onto something if I were you." France added. He sounded tired.
I opened my eyes to see that it was dark outside the plane.
"What's with that?" I asked, my words minutely slurred.
"We crossed time zones and had to take a detour." He said as I sat up and swayed.
"Are you sure you want to go with me. It isn't that exciting. It's quite horrifying, what I do to myself." He nodded and looked me in the eye again. I felt almost unnerved by his eyes.
"I don't care. I really must come with." He paused. "You know you need to quit."
"I can't. It controls my life at this point. Do you know how many times I've tried?" He looked at the table.
"Will you try for me?" He asked, dead serious. I blinked and thought of the prospect of trying to quit again.
Constantly wired and unable to think. If any contact was made with anyone, it was short lived. All thoughts would become irrelevant to anything while I fought off the urge to go back.
"If you do," He murmured. "I'll buy back your wardrobe." My spirits rose for a moment until the plane shook as it was landing.
"But if I don't," I said slowly, as not to confuse myself. "Then I'll still have my way through the day." I tried to stay upright in the plane.
England came over and gave me his hand to get up. I took it and wobbled away, out of the plane.
"Francis." I knew he was behind me. He grunted. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
We were both quiet on the bus. Occasionally someone would try to strike up a conversation with us, but our silence deterred them.
Eventually, we reached the deserted apartment building. The cold bit at each of us as we stepped through the doors.
"Finally!" I swiftly turned my head to see my dealer leaning against a wall. "I thought you'd never come!"
"I was on an airplane." I said. He started to look France up and down, and eventually he declared he wasn't dangerous.
"I got five if you need it." He handed me a small bag.
"I didn't need that many. Are you trying to get rid of them? Please don't tell me the police raided your place." I said quietly, dead serious.
"I got off it and I'm leaving the business." My eyes grew wide in horror. "Your going to have to find a new dealer, or get off it yourself." He nodded sadly. "I'll take the same money. I just need to get rid of it all."
"OK." I dished out the money. "I guess I'll be fine. Everybody has to leave it at one point." He looked at me and realization spread across his face.
"How old are you?" He asked suddenly. I paused, trying to figure out if I should tell him.
"I'm 16." He almost looked guilty. His bright green eyes shone through the dust and the dark and the snow.
He took the money and stepped away from the building. As he walked away, I unzipped the bag and pulled out one of the needles. They each were in a plastic tube that protected them from the elements. There was also a few rubber strips in the bottom so I could tie off my arm.
"Are you sure?" France looked at me sadly. He looked tired as I was tyeing off my arm. His deep blue eyes looked like they were about to cry from anguish.
I stuck the needle in and looked back up at him.
"There's no other path for me." I threw the needle to the ground and crushed it with my heel. The glass glittered as powder on the gray snow. I also unwrapped my arm and threw the rubber to the ground. "Let's go."
"Can I stay at your room over night?" He asked as we walked back down the street to the bus stop. I riffled around in my bag for the pills I took yesterday. I pulled them out and took two.
"Sure." I said as I popped them in my mouth. He raised his eyebrows, and I shrugged as the bus pulled up.
We stepped on and he turned to me.
"Since you haven't a dealer anymore, will you try to quit?" His expression made me think of Spain. When he'd actually tried to repent for the horrible things he'd forced us through.
"I might. But don't expect me to start anytime soon." I felt quite a bit better after I'd gotten the drugs into my system. I wasn't shaking as much and my thoughts weren't yelling at each other. I knew that I'd become more dependent on them in the past few months. I'd only needed the drugs every two weeks instead.
Again we traveled in silence. This time no one came near the two of us, probably because I was smiling like an insane druggie that just got mugged, and France looked like an extreme rapist in a tattered, dirt covered, bright blue, military uniform. Also, the two of us were on a public bus extremely late at night, a 16 year old and a 27 year old. I'd be creeped out too.
I payed our fair and stepped out in front of my hotel.
My thin tattered dress fluttered in the cold wind and I had to run inside so it wouldn't fly up. As I walked in the manager stared at me.
"What the hell happened to you?" He breathed urgently as he strode up.
"We attacked the Axis." I pointed to France and he struggled to get in the door. I smiled and walked away quickly.
"Wait!" He rushed into the elevator with us. "What do you mean 'Axis'?"
"None of your business." I said as I kicked his stomach lightly with my bare foot. He fell backwards through the doors, and they closed in front of us. I waved sweetly with my shoes in my hand.
I caught a look of myself in the one way glass in front of the camera mounted in the ceiling corner.
My hair had blood dried in it. The bags under my eyes looked darker and larger than normal, resulting in my skin looking paler. I could see some of the deep gash along my jawline.
"Ik kijk graag shit." I mumbled, accidentally in Dutch.
"What?" France asked, clearly bemused.
"I look like shit." I gave the simple translation.
"It's not like I look any better." He indicated as he looked into the mirror as well.
The security people were going to have a good laugh with this one.
We walked out the elevator and down the long hallway to my room. When I unlocked the door and cracked it open, there was a shuffling from the inside of the room. I froze and silently drew a gun from the bodice of the dress.
"You have a gun in there?" France whispered, half laughing. I flipped the bird and cautiously walked inside, creeping along the wall.
A blonde man came into view, standing over the stove, back turned to me. The lights were dim so I couldn't tell how old he was. I silently walked up to him and cocked the gun next to his ear.
"Who are you and why are you in my house?" I asked, threateningly.
He froze and didn't say a word. We stood, with my gun at his ear, for a few minutes. Suddenly he spun around and knocked the gun from my hand. He tackled my and pinned me on the ground. Not like America. This guy seemed like he was trying to kill me.
"Netherlands!" He sounded so surprised.
Wait... I recognized that shout.
"Canada!" I shouted back. His glasses proved my guess and I collapsed in laughter. Well, collapsed as well as I could while I was lying on the floor. "How could I have forgotten that you were in my house?" I managed to get out between laughs.
"I don't know." He stood up and helped me after the laughter.
"Now that that is over," I sighed, looking at the mess in the kitchen. "I guess I'll be cleaning."
"What are you talking about?" France walked in and looked at the kitchen with me. "It's fine." I laid the gun down on the counter and put on the safety.
As the guys stared at me, I started to scrub the counter.
"I see why you're always sleeping." Canada said. "You're extensively cleaning." I didn't say a word as I moved on the the rest of the kitchen.
An hour and a half later, I was done.
"It's two in the morning." France said as he sipped his coffee. "You should go to bed." Canada had already left and was probably at his hotel or apartment.
I slipped Cameo into her small tank and beckoned Alta into her small bed. She hopped over and made her squealing noise.
I hadn't bothered taking a look in the mirror or even combing out my hair since I woke up two days ago. France had brushed and styled my hair yesterday.
"Are you really going to stay the night?" I asked as I stepped halfway through the door to my room. "You should really go home."
"Goodnight, Spel." He said without looking up, showing his defiance.
"G-night, Francis." I slipped inside the door and sighed as It closed.
I fell onto my bed,exhausted, and fully clothed, and looked up at the ceiling.
He'd already made up a nickname.
I smiled and closed my eyes.
I had a brother that didn't hate my entire being and I felt the same to him.
As I drifted off to sleep, I was happy for one of the first times in my life.
I shook my head to keep my thoughts clear and I stared at the purple curtains of the doctor's office. The medical gown was scratchy as I shifted in the chair. My doctor walked in the door with a clipboard and a happy face. I smiled in relief and hung my head out of exhaustion from worrying.
"So, I have your results." The woman said loudly. I looked up at her and tried to focus on her eyes. As soon as I looked at her, she averted her eyes to look at the clipboard in her hands. Was it because of my uneven eyes? "We have run more that just a few tests, under your request, and have determined the result." I was getting impatient for the results. "Congratulations. You're pregnant." She walked up and shook my hand only to leave one second later. I sat, frozen in horror. Unable to move, my mind raced. How did this happen? What am I going to do with it?
Who's is it?
I shifted in my bed and rolled out, only to fall onto the floor. I sat up and looked at the now unmade bed.
I stood and fixed the sheets so they looked acceptable and wandered out of my room and into the bathroom down the hall.
I looked into the mirror and stood back in shock.
The small amount of makeup I had on, smeared down my right cheek and the bandage on my cut had started to peel, showing the inflamed skin. I peeled it away to see that it was as France said was true. I would have a scar on my chin as well. From a fight with Germany. Hell yeah.
I stripped and turned on the cold water.
"I need to get out more." I whispered to my reflection and stepped into the shower.
The cold water didn't bother me as I ripped the knots out of my hair. I watched the bloodstained water swirl down the drain until it ran clear. While I stood, I let the water wash over my chemical stained gash and sighed as the cold brought relief instead of pain. When I was done I turned off the water and patted myself dry with a towel.
In the mirror I dabbed more medicine into my cut and bandaged it up. I started brushing my teeth and walked out the bathroom door in one of the black towels. I looked up and the toothbrush fell from my mouth.
The entire Allied Forces, Bad Touch Trio, Norway, and Denmark were sitting in my living room.
Playing DDR.
That's just pathetic.
"Oh!" France got up and walked to me. "You're awake!" I looked like a deer in the headlights as I stared at the room of men. Ten total. Canada was there.
"What the hell!" I managed to shout, accidentally drawing the entire room's attention to me. "France! Why did you invite nine people into my house?" I asked, half angry, half embarrassed.
"Canada came to check up on you. England came with the same intentions, bringing America unwillingly with him. Denmark wanted to tell you something and brought Norway because you might kill him and Norway is his guard for the time being. Russia and China came to celebrate a late Christmas with you, they even brought cake." He said quickly and put his head in his hand for the next part. "And I'll admit that I invited Spain and Prussia."
I glanced behind him to see there was indeed a cake, untouched.
Walking passed him, I looked at the room.
"Let me change. Then we'll really have a Christmas party." I waved off the guys and walked back into my room.
I grabbed another thin dress like yesterday. White, this time with red accents because of the belated holiday.
"OK, I'm ready." I said as I walked out of the room and braided my hair as I walked.
"You can't beat America at DDR." England said while he was drinking water.
"When did I get DDR?" I asked.
"We found it in the hallway closet." Canada said from behind me. I turned around to see him standing by the tulips I kept. "These are really pretty. Are they for anyone?"
Just you.
"No. I just really like tulips." I felt my cheeks heat up and turned away so he wouldn't see. "OK, seriously. I know I don't own a karaoke machine. I never even liked karaoke." I said loudly as they dragged a karaoke machine from down the hall.
"No, you do. This was in your closet too." Prussia said and he put it in place. "It's surprising how much stuff you own."
I sighed and put my head in my hand. The clock read 2:05. I'd have to entertain these guys for a few hours until they had to leave.
"You want to play?" America gestured to the TV.
"I don't know how. And, no. Not if I can't win. Get Canada to play with you." I waved him off and rubbed my forehead. If he could win an award for something it probably be being an annoyance to everybody.
"Can I talk to you?" I heard Denmark's voice addressing me from the kitchen.
"Aren't you already?" I posed a fair question to his.
"Remember yesterday?" He asked, and I turned up my head. "Well, that was a cover up. If you could please act like you don't want me near you when Sweden is around, it would help me so much." I raised my eyebrows.
"I don't see how that could be a problem. I already don't want you around." I saw Norway stifle a laugh behind him. Denmark squinted a little and leaned close. My heart started to race, and heat started licking my neck. I accidentally breathed in, and a sweet sent filled my nose. It burst forth into my senses and disabled my brain for a moment.
"I hope you know I did that to trick Sweden into thinking the date went well." I nodded and backed away from him to escape the smell. "What's wrong?" He asked seriously.
"Nothing. I'm just getting a headache from your cologne." I rubbed my temples and turned to my fridge.
"What are you talking about? I don't wear cologne." He said, blatantly confused. I looked back at him in surprise.
"Well you smell weird. It's giving me a headache." I waved him off and walked back into the living room. He followed me, and I turned around to warn him to move off to see Norway instead.
"Do you know what that smell is?" He asked, and his accent distracted me from his real words for a while.
"No. Probably just something I imagined." I said after I shook my head to clear it. "Why?" I saw Denmark digging through my fridge. I picked up a combat boot France had missed and threw it at his head. "Get out of my fridge!" I shouted as it left my hand.
"Not a chance." He said calmly as he caught the boot and tossed it back.
"Anyway. You like him." Norway interrupted my thoughts. I shook my head and smiled.
"Sorry. I've been getting that a lot lately." He frowned and nodded.
"I like the art." He pointed at the tattoo on my right leg.
It was thorns starting at my ankle and sprawling up to my knee with a few roses dotting it. I had yet to get them colored and the thorns were to stay solid black. It meant that even the most beautiful roses had their thorns. And the most horrible thorns had their roses.
"Do you have any?" I asked and he silently lifted up his shirt. There was a blue and white design on his left hip. I could tell it went farther up than what he showed me.
I nodded in approval and looked back at the rest of the guys and joined them on the couch.
"Have you come to watch me beat the crap out of England?" America said while stepping hard on the mat.
"Sure." I put my feet up on my coffee table and watched America's points steadily go up and England's steadily go down. I sat there, in between France and Russia, watching the different match ups. The music was somewhat enjoyable for the most part.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, so I walked over to open it. I was expecting the Baltics or the rest of the Nordics, but to my dismay, it was someone I hadn't seen for a long time. Those two people shocked me so much I stood back to realize the situation.
I opened the door to see a girl and a boy.
"Hiya, Netherlands!"
It was Belgium.