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Canada whistled lowly. "Can honestly say I wasn't expecting that," he said.

"Same here," nodded his brother.

"That was a most interesting tale," agreed India, "I look forward to whoever wishes to follow up on it." A shaky hand slowly rose into the air.

"Um…I'd like to go, if it's alright," Liechtenstein spoke, her voice trembling only slightly.

Norway cast her a soft, concerning look. "Are you sure? You don't have to push yourself into telling a scary story if you don't wish to."

Denmark gawked at him. "What? Everybody's supposed to tell one creepypasta. That's how this all goes." Before Norway could even retort, Iceland beat him to it.

"Shut up about that. She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to. Be a bit more considerate." The Dane looked thoroughly chastised by this.

But the young nation didn't seem deterred. "N-no, I want to tell a creepypasta just like the rest of you. If Switzerland could do it, then I can too."

Taiwan patted her on the back. "That's the spirit! We know you got this." Liechtenstein smiled nervously before taking a calming breath to ease her nerves.

"I don't know many scary stories, but perhaps this one can do…"

Why Can't I Speak?

Based off of "It Hurts A Bit" and "The Dying Patient"
Credited to Conbz and its anonymous author, respectively

I…I don't know what's going on. Brother, where are you? I can't see anything. My eyes won't open for some reason. Are you there? Why can't I speak?

It hurts, brother. My legs and arms and chest. Everything hurts. Why? Was it because of the accident? I vaguely remember a pair of headlights coming toward us as we were driving last night. You swerved out of the way, and I think you crashed. I can't remember too well.

Is this a hospital? I think it is. I can feel a thin blanket over me. Whatever I'm lying on feels like a bed. And there is a smell that I know is supposed to be familiar but I can't quite recognize, like my mind is blocking out the information from me. And I think there are wires connected to me; something is making the crook of my arm throb dully.

I'm scared, big brother. Every so often someone comes up to me and hurts me. It's not really painful, it's just a pinch or a prod or a quick sting, but I almost never get any warning before they do it. Then they mumble something I can't understand; my brain won't let me. The only noise it seems able to register is the soft beep…beep…beep that sounds behind me all the time.

I try speaking to them whenever I can, but my throat doesn't work. My muscles are so relaxed, like I'm not even trying to move them. But I am, and all the time. It frightens me how much I want to say something and simply can't. The same is for my eyes; once someone opened them for me and shined a light in my face. That stung a little, or at least the pain felt distant, but it was still uncomfortable. They were shining the light in my eye for so long, and I wanted to tell them to please stop. But I couldn't open my mouth.

Brother…is that you? I hear someone's voice, and it's so familiar. I think it is you! Oh brother, can we please go home? I don't like staying here. I know the doctors are only trying to help, but nothing seems to be working. I want to wake up and see you and tell you how much I've missed you. I can feel your hand around mine. The sensation is distant and a bit strange…but it's warm. But why…why do I feel droplets? Are you crying? Please don't cry, big brother. If it makes you happy I can stay here a bit longer.

It's nice hearing you talk. I like that you speak to me every day just like we used to. I'm starting to recognize more and more words. I can understand you now. Thank you. But you don't have to cry as you talk. Please don't feel sad for me; the doctors' tests don't bother me as much as they used to. I wish I could tell you that, but all I can do is listen to your voice and the droning beep…beep…beep.

Big brother, I have some wonderful news for you! I felt a muscle in my throat move today! It was while I was trying to call out your name; I felt the smallest of pulls. I know it's been a very long time since I spoke, but I'm so excited. Hopefully very soon I can talk to you once more. Won't you please come back soon?

B…brother? Why are you holding my hand more tightly than normal? And why are you trembling? Is something wrong? I could hear your and a doctor's voice outside a moment ago, talking about something. Was it about me? Am I going to have to stay here even longer? I don't mind, big brother, just please don't be sad. I don't want you to cry either. I'll go through whatever tests the doctors want to do if it'll make you happy. See? I'm not crying; I don't care about whatever the doctor is poking my arm with. It stings more than usual, but I don't mind. I just don't want to hear you cry anymore.

I don't want to hear you cry anymore.

Please stop…

Please…

…so…tired…

Beep…beep…beep…

…beep…