It was so hot in the south, but for some reason... It was freezing to the poor kid. His little body trembled, and his wide eyes looked around like a deer who heard a hunter. With no one around, he was much more terrified, when people were around, he acted cool. Calm, and collected. Trick them, make them think he's not losing his mind. He might as well of been a deer though. Every sound caused him to jump, and try to act proper. Even if it was a chirp of a bird, he would scare himself. West swallowed roughly, mostly because he didn't have much saliva stored up. How long has it been since he was captured? A few sun rises and sets? He couldn't remember, but it's been a while, he knew that. He's been through quite a few things, so remembering what day it was, wasn't exactly on his "most important" list. Maybe they'll let him go soon? Maybe, or maybe they'll just keep him there till he told them what they wanted to hear. What has he gotten himself into...? Was this the horrible fate of being a nation? The green orbs looked at the sky, towards the north. The poor personifications...they got blown up again. He heard it a while ago, or was it earlier? Was it today or yesterday? He couldn't tell. But he did know that it was another large explosion. If North had her chest and side shredded open, then what about South? Oh those two poor, poor nations. This just made him want to resign against being a micronation just out of the pure fear of getting into something like this. But he couldn't do it. West couldn't do it. He wanted to stay with them, to help them through this. But he couldn't, he couldn't even stand. Not yet, though he could feel himself starting to heal, back wounds were a pain to heal. That and head wounds, those were annoying as all hell to deal with. West should be healed in a good week or so, but that just means that he has to survive that long. He's been doing pretty good so far, and France said he was going to go through hell! Well...he kind of did, so just push that "victory" away.
A loud voice made him jump, and caused his body to automatically straighten up. His chained hands grabbed each other, trying to simulate someone holding his hand, but it stopped working a while ago. He found it hilarious that the camp thought that binding his hands with chains was going to stop him. Chains were so easy to snap, all it took was a good jolt up and boom! They're gone! He had to keep them intact though, not wanting to be yelled at. If he couldn't run, he shouldn't break the chains. Unless absolutely necessary, which was very hard. Just the smallest movement from him, could actually snap the chains apart and free him. If only his legs weren't so screwed up, then he could of been out of here with the King and Queen carried with one hand! The hand holding stopped being a comforting tactic, didn't mean he stopped trying, he needed as much comfort as possible with what he was going through. You ssshouldn't have to go through thisss. A voice whispered in his head, well at least there was that comfort. There was a friendly voice in his head that spoke to him sometimes, even before all of this started. Thisss isssn't what you should have to do. West knew who it was, and didn't care much anymore.
At first, he would scream back at it to shut up and that he couldn't do anything, now he just spoke back to it. Finding it to be the closest thing to childish comfort he could get in this hell. Also, the weird voice had warnings of what was going to happen. Back a while ago, when he was first captured, there was no warning to what would happen to him. Nothing. It terrified him, but now that he had the voice for warnings, he could prepare for whatever was going to happen. He never questioned how it knew, but the question did burn in his mind. Sure, the German's have calmed the hell down since back in the day, from what North had stated long ago, but they still needed information, and being sweet and kind ain't gonna get it. They were a lot nicer to him due to being so young, but they still wanted whatever information on the country that he could give. They used old tactics, mostly to make fun of how their country was, in their words, a third world country. He didn't get it though. Third world? This nation was just staying away from pollution and trying to preserve the past. They don't underssstand. They never will. You can jussst let me take care of it, and I'll make sssure they underssstand. You don't want your sssweet friendsss to be insssulted like that! C'mon, let me out. Let me out! West shuttered at the voice, but it didn't tell him what his next game was going to be, so he chose to ignore it. West made it a game for the little routines that happened. How long could he not scream? How long could he hold his breath? How long till he finally passed out? And the funnest one of them all, could he keep any secrets he knew? He hadn't played them in a while, for some reason, the horrible methods to get whatever crazy information he had just kind of stopped.
It'sss the persssonification. The voice, of his alternate personality, had a lisp for some reason. Forcing some of his S's to sound like a snake, or some of them to sound like a sharp Th sound. West didn't know why, but he didn't judge it, even when the alternate personality first started to chat with him. He probably had something wrong with him, poor guy. Wait...if something were wrong with the alternate personality, doesn't that mean that there's something wrong with him? Because it's in his body... The micronation ran his tongue over his teeth and looked up with the green eyes over to where the voice was coming from, and just like every other time, the voice was right. The personification of Germany was walking up to him. Screaming in his native tongue to someone behind him. The soldiers only saluted and went off to follow whatever orders he barked out. West didn't know what he said, he was learning Italian, not German. He hasn't practiced his Italian in a while, not since the war was brought up. Hopefully the Italian brothers wouldn't mind. Germany looksss a little tenssse, asssk him whatsss wrong. "Isss there a problem?" Great, now he was getting the lisp. West bit his own tongue to try to make his mind get back into order. He wasn't going to lose his head, not this time. He was a strong man who could survive anything, right? Right! He was a strong man, a strong man, a strong man. Not a weak child, nope not at all. What was taking the other blond so long to answer!? Was he thinking of a punishment? His back was straight! His eyes were looking directly at him and he wasn't making stupid faces! What did he do wrong?
Finally, the German sighed and crossed his arms. Giving a cold glare down to him, but the cool expression on the tan face didn't change. "Is-" West was cut off by the man sitting down in front of him, and slowly blinking. That didn't stop him from talking, hey, they wanted him to talk after all, they wanted him to talk, so he was going to, "everything all right? Are you going to drown me again?" West asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, "Or are you going to rub sssalt into my woundsss? Or laugh at me being paralyzed?" The German looked away at the mention of any horrible method they had used before. He and his men might of been craving to know of any information that the kid could give...but he's a child. Hurting a child...it was like dumping black ink onto a prized painting.
Defiling the poor micronations innocence with the blackness...
West remained silent after his words, watching to see what the man would do. The tan fingers kept trying to interlock and make his nerves calm down, but it just didn't work. Not anymore. Oh how he would kill for some attention, even from North. She might of had a grudge against kids, but she was still nice to him. The kid wondered what the other micronation was up to. What was his nations name again? Nehwon? Something like that. Poor guy, he must of been panicking right now. After what felt like ages, the German personification finally said something. "Are you going to give us anything?" The blond tilted his head again, and smiled softly. Looking at the skies as he replied, "I'm sorry Mr. Germany...but I'm afraid I can't tell you." Germany sighed, and rubbed his temples. They haven't hurt him in a long while, a few days actually. They couldn't bring themselves to do it anymore. The poor kid...the poor poor kid. Germany was trying to take a more soft approach to him, but it seemed he was still scarred and scared. Well, actually, now that he was close enough, West didn't look scared at all. The green orbs looked back into his own light blue pools, his back was as straight as he could make it...looks like the lessons on respect worked, but at a cost the German hated. "Are you feeling all right? How are you?" He asked, the micronation smiled again and shook his head. Germany leaned back a bit, taken back by the cool expression but the statement of how he wasn't okay. Of course he wouldn't be, he went through hell and was still making his way back. "Mentally, physically, or physiologically? 'cause all of them have similar but very different answers." West almost stuck out his tongue, but remembered what happened last time, and just kept his mouth shut after that. Germany, on the other hand, let out a sharp exhale through his nose, like a quick laugh. It made the kid feel a bit better, that he got at least a small laugh from the stern man. He's been doing these little weird visits for some time, and honestly it was creeping West out. Why was he being so, nice?, now? If it was for pity, he didn't want the German's pity, he just wanted to get out of there. But, he couldn't leave until someone saved his butt, or until they finally give him up. Either way, it was going to end badly. If someone saved him, that was threatening them for joining in the war. If they let him go, he would die out there without anyone to help him. West just had to tough it out until South or North helped him out, or even East.
"Why wont you tell us anything?" The German asked, watching as the little boy shifted a bit. The green eyes went back to the personification, and another smile came across his lips. "Treason. Would you tell the enemy anything, even after everything? There's nu'in you can do to make me talk." A sharp pain in his shoulder cause West let go of his hands, and pulled on the chains a bit. They snapped soon after, and he lifted his arms in the air, stretching them. They've been 'chained" so quite a while, and it was starting to hurt his shoulders. Of course, he knew that he probably shouldn't of done that, but he was in enough pain. It was so cold, and his shoulders throbbing was already bad enough. Making it worse would just kill him. Not literally. West then dropped his little arms, and looked at the European nation, who was staring at him disappointingly. The kid only shrugged, and slapped his legs a few times, "What? Jussst because my hands are free don't mean I can do anythin'," West snorted, his tone when speaking used to be so bubbly, so bouncy. Now, it was just clear and smooth. Like he was speaking to the most important person in the world. His voice was soft, lacking most emotion. He used to have so much light, but now it was so dull, that it was like he swam to the depths of the ocean. Expecting light down there is silly, anyone who expected that was obviously very stupid. Right now, it felt like he was at the bottom of the ocean, chained down to the abyss and somehow not being able to break the chains. Drowning, he felt like he was drowning. Oh well...there wasn't anything he could do, besides trying to breath in the ice waters.
West blinked when the German reached for something, and tilted his head. Was he going to shoot him again? Don't let him shoot usss! Fight back! Hit him! The voice hissed, obviously panicking at the motions of the other personification. Though, instead of pulling out a gun, he instead pulled out something else that was silver, and held it out. West pressed his lips together, and the green eyes looked up at the German, with the look of both, "Are you serious" and "You've got to be kidding me". It was chocolate. West leaned back, and rose an eyebrow, "You ain't gonna get me to talk with somethin' like that." He eyed the silver wrapping a bit, then looked away. No temptations. Not even sweets! No matter how much his mouth watered for some delicious chocolate! He knew that he wasn't going to get it, not until he at least told him something. Well, there wasn't anything saying he couldn't be a little jerk, was there? If Germany asked a stupid question, he'd give a stupid answer. Perfect! Sssoundsss like a plan~...but you know that I'm better at thisss kind of thing! Let me help! West rolled his eyes, and hit his forehead with the heel of his hand. Stupid voice, Neverland knew what he was trying to do. It was trying to convince him to switch out with him, but nope! He wasn't going to do it, no matter what! Though, it didn't really seem to help.
As his blond hair now had a few aqua pieces to it. Which, of course, Germany took account for. Which was one of the reasons he offered up a sweet, West was still a kid after all. All kids loved sweets, didn't they? Well this one sure did, he could see the green eyes glance at the aluminum every now and then. After a short while, he eventually just placed it on the boys lap, and watched in amusement as he almost automatically grabbed it. The eyes closed, and he moved back a bit, like an animal. "You ain't gettin' it back." He declared, and opened his eyes, just to see what the personification was doing. He wasn't...doing anything? Not reaching for his gun, not reaching forward, not pulling his hand back to strike him. An eyebrow raised, and his shoulders curled up a bit as he started to open the foil. He looked at the sweet, just to make sure it was actually real and not some kind of sick joke, and slightly relaxed when he noticed that it was completely real. He snapped off a piece faster than light...the poor kid couldn't control his strength yet, he still nearly ripped off someones arm when shaking their hand, even if he just shakes once. West pressed his lips together...oh how he wanted to just shove the sweet into his mouth and savour it. But, instead, he held out the piece he snapped off to the German. "Here...for being so nice to me." How much of a lie that was? A rather large one, as the nation was the one that ordered his men what to do to try to get the boy to speak. Technically speaking, Germany was the cause of his pain. And it seemed like he knew that just as much as the other did, because he denyed the sweet as he said how he didn't deserve it. Hell right he doesn't. Sadly, West had the childish mindset...in believing everyone was good. No matter what they did.
Think of the good things. Like how Germany called off his men, and how he saved him from being overly hurt. How he gave him a coat when he was shivering after a drowning simulation. The country was actually pretty nice, he just had to do what he had to do. Don't think like that! Enemy! Enemy! Kill him! Hit him! Do sssomething! The voice was drowned out when the other blond finally took the small piece of the sweet. Lisssten to me! He'sss putting up an act! You're going to die later! He'sss planning on executing you before the Narnian'sss time limit isss up! Don't trussst him! Stop! Stop stop st o p! Let me out! Let me out! I can ssstop him! You idiot! You're going to get usss killed!
For once in his entire time of hearing Sega, the alternate personality. Sam ignored him. Neverland just smiled and let out a small giggle as the two personification started to nibble on the chocolate. The sweet taste and smell intoxicated him, causing him to relax. It melted in his mouth quickly, spreading it's sweet flavour to his entire mouth...this was kind of a bad idea, he was going to get really thirsty later because of this. Well, he was really thirsty now. Oh well, it was nice now! Future him could curse right now him out as much as he wanted! The voice was a liar. Sure, Germany was trying to butter him up, but he wasn't going to kill him later. That was just silly. Sssilly?! Call me sssilly when they put a gun to the back of your neck and blassst! You're going to die, you have to hit him! Hit him! Do it! The voice caused a headache, throbbing in his head, but he would have to deal with it. Neverland took another bite of the sweet, and looked up when Germany finally said something, "Do you think this nation is going to back down?" West tensed up, stopping mid-bite of his delicious sweet, that now grew sour. Back down? No, they wouldn't. They would stand up against everything, and no matter what they will succeed. They'll survive and made it out of this with only a few marking to symbolise their strength. They can, and will, make it. Nothing any of other country can do will make them surrender, they will fight and fight until this land is destroyed, or they are. Either way, they will keep going. They'll run as far as their legs can take them, and they'll beat all of the other nations against them. They'll fight until their hands get blistered, until their skin is covered in wounds or scars, until the end. Unless they disappear, I believe they'll survive. They'll live, and there is nothing the others can do to make them wave that white flag. They'll make it, and they'll be gods when they come home. When they come home, East will finally stop panicking, and will finally be able to breathe. I will finally be able to call my magical friends back over, and we'll all just be a happy family.
"No, they'll be fine."