GUESS whose SICK!
Nope, guess again.
ME. :U
I just have a little summer cold. No biggie. Anyway, I went to camp this week, and I got a massive sunburn. So, this morning, I was MISERABLE. I hardly got any sleep, my nose was all stuffed up, I had a headache, my throat hurt like crazy, and to top it off, I couldn't move my arms at all because of the sunburn, or it would hurt a lot. I woke up, walked over to my mom, and burst into tears. I'm serious, I felt that bad.
Anyway, she had me use that chloroseptic stuff, like the red spray stuff that you spray to make your throat numb. I DON'T LIKE IT. I had actually stopped crying, but then my throat just felt so weird that I started crying harder.
It was probably really really funny to watch. XD
And that's why I haven't updated this week. If I can finish this by Saturday or Sunday morning, then that would be great, because I'm going back to camp for another week Sunday afternoon. AND I'M USING A LOT MORE SUNSCREEN THIS TIME. :U
Okay, so, last time, it cut off my Tumblr URL. It's memoranda 678 dot tumblr dot com, if you care. :3
CINNAMON ROLLS FOR Kitana Lunara, Tabby-tan, Art and Soul, caset290, el18m, fireflame1801, CelticGirl7, and russia fan! :D CINNAMON ROLLS ARE YUMMY! :D
Y'know, with me talking about crying and food, it makes me sound like I'm PMS'ing, but I'm actually not. I don't think. Maybe I am. Anybody else want chocolate? :B Just kidding. I'm not.
Chocolate would be nice, though. ^_^
SHUTTING UP NOW. :B
Issa's POV
As you might've imagined, Iggy threw a fit.
A big one.
I'll spare you the description of it, because it's happened before, and you've seen those.
Towards the end of it, I was staring at my shoes guiltily. Then, an idea popped into my head.
"Do you have any idea-" Iggy started. He stopped as I gave him a random hug.
"Wha- hey, what are you doing...?" he asked, his face turning a bright red.
I shrugged as I let go. "I dunno. Continue."
Iggy had a puzzled look on his face. After a while, he shrugged. "Don't let it happen again," he said, ushering me back into the hospital room.
That was clever.
Thanks, I told Canada.
I lied on my bed, looking anywhere but Zack or Josh. I couldn't quite tell whether or not I was ready to forgive them just yet.
And that's where I am now, staring at the ceiling.
Lauren is asleep, as is most everyone. The lookalikes who aren't asleep are having flashbacks. From the look on Dimah's face, I'd say he's in Russia's land of sunflowers and pipes.
I hope Russia's okay.
Can Dimah hear Russia's thoughts...? He hasn't said anything about it...Does that mean Russia is...No. No, he's got to be alright. I mean, he's RUSSIA.
I look at the floor, and pick up Lauren's mysterious history book. Opening it, I see that it's in German. I sigh and close it again, setting it on the floor by Lauren's bed.
(Here's where I got Writer's block and had to stop. Then, I went to camp and got back on Friday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ART AND SOUL, WHOSE BIRTHDAY WAS ON THE TWENTY-THIRD~~! *showers her with rainbow confetti and churros*)
Suddenly, a scream pierces the mostly-silent room. I jerk with a gasp to a sitting position, staring at the direction of the shriek.
"Lauren!" I gasp when I see the blood gushing from everywhere on her body: the cuts Germany made, and then the deep one on her neck.
"Oh my- Lauren!" Iggy cries, dropping everything and running over to her. Prussia, Canada, and France go over too. I probably would, too, if I wasn't paralyzed with shock.
Canada and France shouted, "Mon Dieu!" while Prussia yelped, "Mein Gott!"
Lauren mouths something wordlessly, and her thrashing slows to a stop as she passes out.
I jump up and walk apprehensively over there, stopping at the foot of Lauren's bed. Soon, Lauren's eyes flutter back open.
They're brown again...
...Creepy...
Anyway, Lauren sees Iggy staring worriedly at her, and notices Canada is still stitching her up. She lies still until Canada is finished.
A flash of black by her head makes me snap my gaze in that direction. It's a thin black cat.
...With...red...eyes...
"Bad kitty!" Prussia says.
"Go away," Iggy says crossly.
The familiar-looking feline glares at them all and irritably flicks his tail.
"I daresay I have a right to be with my human," Teacup says.
I take a step back, shock, confusion and anger welling up inside me. Canada glances in my direction.
Okay, I know that's a talking cat, but why are you freaking out this bad? he asks me. I ignore him and try to compose myself.
Lauren glares up at her demon. "You," she snarls. "Why are you here? Did you do this?" She lifts up her heavily stitched leg.
"I wanted to see the world for myself. Now I can. And, yeah, I did. I needed to get out, and it involved a few scratches along the way," Teacup said snootily. He then bats some black stuff on all of Lauren's cuts, which heal them after a few minutes, and she sits up.
I find my courage, walk up to the cat, and smack him on the head.
Hard.
"Bad. Cat," I growl through gritted teeth.
What was that for?
This- this THING. Is the reason Lauren killed herself, I snarl in my head. Canada backs away from me.
While I was ranting to Mattie about how much I hate Teacup, Lauren has untied herself, and she wobbles out of the room. England, who was, at first, entranced by Teacup's appearance, notices this and jogs out after her. He leads her back.
And then, when his back was turned, she grabs his spell book, and she runs off, Teacup trailing after her. I get up and follow.
I lost her along the way, so I start checking random places. She's not in the kitchen, or our bedroom, or the courtyard. Getting bored, I check the basement.
What greets me is candles on the floor in the strange chalk markings on the floor. Lauren sits in the middle of the markings, and she pays me no attention as the door squeaks open, announcing my arrival. She chants England's chant from, I think, Episode 13. Y'know, when Iggy's cursing Germany.
Oh, irony.
Anyway, she recites the chant, and the floor glows. I gasp and cover my eyes as it gets too bright.
"Mein Gott!" Lauren says in wonder. "It worked!"
Suddenly, she gasps and falls over, twitching for a few seconds before lying still. I clap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
In the pentagram-y shape is Russia, a struggling form in black on his lap.
"You called?"
Rin's POV
His eyes, which I thought were a piercing blue, were completely gold.
I stumble back a few steps. Behind me, Russia gasps, too. There's a sudden snapping sound- four snapping sounds, to be exact. A pair of arms grab me from behind, pinning my arms to my side. I scream as the room sinks away in a turquoise light.
"Mein Gott!" a voice yelps. "It worked!"
"You called?" Russia asked.
I fight harder. "Let go of me!" I yell hoarsely. "They're still in there! You have to go back!"
"Shh," Russia says comfortingly. "It's okay..."
"It's NOT okay!" I shriek, all dignity gone. "He's going to kill them, and it's all my fault!" I sob, still thrashing.
He keeps telling me things in Russian, which just freaks me out even more. It's the same tone Mr. Nameless used after he'd beat Sydney and Alex up. I pummel Russia's chest and arms, the only thing I can reach. He only frowns.
"Rin...? Russia...?" a voice calls. I stop struggling long enough to see it's Issa, who's kneeling next to an unconscious Lauren. Wary of Germany's words, I ignore her. So what if she doesn't care about me?
But, wait, I thought she was in the hospital room, barely able to stay awake?
But what if Germany was lying, just trying to make me join his side?
Which brings me to yet another question: why me?
"Let me go," I say again to Russia.
"You must be calm, da?" he answers.
"I am calm!" I exclaim heatedly.
"You do not sound calm."
"Just let me go!"
He shakes his head. I thrash and scream in frustration and pain, needing to get away.
"Rin, it's okay!" Issa says, moving from Lauren to me. "Nice to see you," she smiles at Russia.
"Nice to be back," he grins in response.
"It's-not-okay-!" I shriek through gritted teeth.
"What happened?" she asks.
"Japan!" I say. "He helped at first, helped me get them back! And- and then- and then he dumped us in Germany!"
Issa gives a frustrated growl at my words and mutters, "Japan, you jerk...!" Then she shakes her head, and says to me, "And then what?"
"Germany wanted me to help him..." I sob, hiding my face with my hands. "I s-said no, and now he's going to k-kill Sydney and A-Alex!"
"He would've killed them in the end, even if you helped him..." Issa says.
"I can't lose them..." I whisper into my palms.
Issa doesn't say anything for a few minutes. Then she reaches out and awkwardly pats the top of my head. "...What was that for?" I ask, peeking up at her.
"I dunno. I just didn't know what to say, so...yeah..." she says, scratching the back of her head.
All of a sudden, I feel England's presence. It didn't just gradually come, like it normally does; it was just there.
Lauren stirs. "What the bloody heck was that...?" she slurs. "Huh? Issa, where...? Russia, Rin...! You're okay!" She sits up and rubs her head. Lauren looks around. "I say, how did I get in the basement?" she muses aloud.
Issa looks at her. "...Lauren...?" she asks tentatively.
Lauren's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "No...What do you mean?" She looks down at herself and turns a bright red. "Oh my word...!"
Issa suddenly gives a small, disbelieving laugh. "England?" she guesses.
"Yes...!" Lauren says. "But- I don't-...How did this happen? I never fully completed a spell, so...!" England in Lauren's body babbles. He stops. "My citizen knows magic, doesn't she?" he asks Issa.
Issa nods. "Yup."
"Oh, I'm so bloody proud of her," England says. "So, I take it she summoned Russia..." he says, pointing at Russia. His finger then points at me. "So, how...?"
"She was in the room at the time," Russia answers. "Germany threw her through a mirror."
"I'm okay, though..." I mumble sourly.
"Oh, dear. You'd better let me have a look," England says anyways, moving closer.
I sit motionless, still, for some strange reason, in Russia's lap. Apparently, due to the large bruise on the back of my head, I may have a concussion, and I have a few deep cuts that need stitches. Thankfully, England takes the scrape on my hand as another injury caused by being thrown through a window-mirror.
"It'll just heal in a few hours," I mutter, mostly to myself.
England looks at me through Lauren's eyes. "Weren't you gone for that?"
"I guess..."
"Then how did you know?"
"Germany explained it all. Apparently, if we don't stop the lookalike transformation, you'll die, and the American, Jack, or whatever his name is will be the new England," I say.
Her (his) face paled. "Oh, dear..." she (he) says.
The door at the top of some stairs that I didn't notice before opens, and England's body flies down, a maniac grin on his face. "Did it work? Did it work?" Lauren asks in his voice.
"Yeah, but did you notice the difference?" Issa asks. She seems amused.
Lauren looks down at her male body. "Yeah. I'm you, Arthur~!" she sings.
England chuckles. "Where did you learn that?"
"Oh, uh, that one episode of Hetalia," Lauren answers, sharing a grin with Issa.
"Your first time doing magic?" England asks, beaming.
"Yep~!" Lauren chirps proudly.
"Oh, well, the body switch is only a minor setback. I suppose the magic switched us because you were using my things?" England guesses.
"I dunno, maybe," Lauren says. Then she looks at Russia and me. "You guys okay? That dumkoff didn't hurt you too bad?"
"I am fine," Russia says with a childish grin.
I give a noncommittal shrug. Lauren comes closer and puts her arm around me. "Hey, it's okay..." she says softly.
Don't lie, I think. I'm sick of people lying to me...
But I accept her comfort nonetheless, pretending it's Sydney's arm around my shoulders, and Alex's warmth behind me.
Somehow, they manage to coax me up the stairs and back into the hospital room. I shiver and sweat repeatedly, but I hardly notice it.
How will he kill them? Will he torture them first, or just make a quick deal of it? Will he even do it himself, or will he make Japan, or one of his soldiers do it? We he have them hanged, or shot? A lethal injection, maybe?
Lethal...
My eyes scan the room. Full of people. However, behind the doors of that cupboard, I'm guessing whole bottles of painkillers and other pills sit untouched. Waiting.
You see, the pills have one purpose in their life: to be swallowed. They don't care if they're taken one-by-one or all at once. Maybe, the pills can't be alone. That's why we take them in pairs, right? What if those pill couples are friends with other pill couples? I mean, maybe the pills are very sociable creatures. Maybe it tears them apart when their jobs are completed with only one other companion. I should take several couples at once; spare them of the pain of being alone.
And in return...
...In return, they'll give me my freedom...
"Rin, what are you doing?" Issa's voice cuts through my trance. I blink several times. I am on my feet, the doors of the cupboard open, a bottle of pills in my hands. Gently, I replace it back on the shelf and close the doors. Turning around, I see that more than just a few curious eyes are on me; everyone in the room, nations and humans alike, are watching me.
I shake my head, embarrassed, and return to a spinny chair in the corner of the room.
A sleek black cat with red eyes twists around my ankle. I frown and jerk my legs up, sitting cross-legged on the chair. The cat sits on its haunches and almost glares at me.
"You should have done it," the cat says.
Randomly being teleported to a different country has made me open-minded to strange phenomenons like this. I kind of accept the fact that the cat is talking and answer, "Should have done what?"
"Took the pills. Killed yourself."
My frown turns into a scowl. "And what makes you say that?" I demand.
The cat licks its paw and grooms its ear. "It would have saved you a great deal of pain and ridicule," it says nonchalantly.
"Teacup!" a voice says sharply. "Leave her alone, you've ruined enough lives."
"I was merely telling the truth..." the cat, now named Teacup says, shrugging his kitty shoulders.
"You're lying, cat," Issa spits, looking like she wants to kick Teacup to kingdom come.
Teacup only shoots her a glare, standing up and strutting away.
"Don't listen to him," Issa says to me.
I only lower my gaze to my palms.
"C'mere, lemme talk to you," she says, beckoning towards the door. I follow her; it's not like I care what happens to me at this point. She leads me out into the hallway, and into a room a few doors down.
Once we were inside, she asks, "Were you really going to do it?"
"Probably..." I mumble.
"...Why?" she asks.
"Why would you care?" I snap suddenly. When she gives me a confused look, I continue. "I mean, you're the big hero-superstar of this whole ordeal. You've got a million other things to worry about."
"I know..." she says. "But I'm sure a million and one won't kill me..."
"No..." I say. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine..."
"You were this close to killing yourself, and you say you're fine?" she asks while raising an eyebrow.
"...Yes."
"I don't think so, missy," Issa says, cracking a small smile. "Nice try, though."
I let a small smile flicker across my lips. It does seem a bit ridiculous; my attempt at suicide, and then brushing it off like it's nothing.
"Okay...don't listen to anything Teacup has to say. If it wasn't for the circumstances, I'd kill the little fleabag. But, seeing as that would kill Lauren, too...Anyways, if he confronts you like that, either tell him to beat it, or just kick him. I'd suggest kicking him."
"...Violent, much?" I ask. "I take it you're not a cat person?"
Issa laughs. "No, I like cats, it's just...Teacup isn't a cat, really. He's a demon. He possessed Lauren, and he told her to kill herself. Just like what he was doing back there, I suppose. And, she did, and that's why she's here..."
I nod. "Okay."
"And...Uh...Do you need to talk about it?" she asks awkwardly.
"Not really..." I say. However, in all truth, I would just like to explain everything to her. I want to burst into tears, beg her to go and rescue them because I'm too weak. But I can't; I do not want to appear weak. Being weak is one thing; showing weakness is a complete other.
I know I can't try something like that again. Suicide is weakness. It's giving up.
"So..." I start, just trying to change topics. "Your blood explodes, right?"
"Yep," she says, shrugging. "I'm hoping from now on I'll be able to keep it in my body where it belongs."
I nod. "And, did you ever find out which country makes it react?"
She nods. "Yeah, it's Italy. It's a good thing he's here and not wandering around, who-knows-where doing who-knows-what."
I nod, suddenly feeling awkward. "Yeah...Good..."
Issa smiles again. "If you ever need to talk, just tell me, okay?"
I nod. "Alright then."
Issa hugs me without warning, and I am caught off-guard for a minute. Then I hug her back. Suddenly, she frowns and pulls away. "What's that on your shirt?" she asks.
I look down at my front. A strange, pea-sized lump sits out on the front of my shirt. With two fingers, I pick it off and examine it.
Issa's eyes widen. "Oh, no," she gasps.
"What? What's wrong?" I ask.
"Squish it," she demands in a shaky voice. "Squish it!"
I frown, but roll the black thing between my fingers. As I did so, I heard a small buzz sound. My eyes widen in realization. "That...that was..."
Issa nods, horrified. "That was a microphone of some sort...!"
"...It was Germany," I say. "On my shirt...when he...When he threw me through the mirror, he grabbed my shirt!"
"And he just got lucky enough to hear the information he'd literally kill for."
(DUN DUN DUNNN. And, here's just a random snippet that Art and Soul thought of. :3)
England's POV
I watch as Issa leads Rin out of the room. I shrug; I think she's learned how to control the flashbacks. She won't be gone long, most likely.
I look over to Lauren. She's on her bed, looking at something on her computer. And she's...giggling...?
"Lauren...?" I ask. I shudder. Her voice with my words is just...unusual...
"Not now, Fluffy, I'm working." Lauren seems to be trying hard not to laugh or smile, but when she looks down at the screen, and then down at her (my) body, she bursts into a fit of giggles, kicking her feet in the air as her (my) hands covered her (my) mouth, her (my) green eyes closing shut in delight.
I can't stand it. "What is so funny?" I ask in a slightly annoyed tone. I walk around to look at the screen. She clicks on the red X in the corner, but not before I see it.
She was looking at...a shirtless picture of most of the male nations...
Okey, THAT'S the end of it. I just wanted to put that in because it made me laugh.
QUESTION ONE~! Did you miss Russia? I know I did~!
QUESTION TWO~~! Do you like Episode thirteen?
RANDOM QUESTION~~~! Do you have any pets? If so, what is their name?
QUESTION FOUR~~~~! What's going to be Germany's next move, now that he knows it's Italy's blood?
QUESTION FIVE~~~~~! What's Iggy gonna do about Lauren? XD
Heh heh heh. XD So, yes, I'm alive, and no, I did not die. I was at camp for the most part of two weeks.
So, I know this is really delayed, but look at the new review boxes! :U How about reviewing~~?