Oh my goodness! How the hell did I let this happen? I can't believe that Prussia is on top of me. Oh goodness, this is terrible! How? Why?

Damn, I really can't think clearly right now. But, how can I think clearly? I got another man, that's not France, pressing me against a counter to-

Shit! Why are Prussia's hands so cold? Wait, what? Oh my goodness, his hands are under my shirt, touching my stomach.

Why do I have to be a woman? If I was myself I could push him off me. No, wait if I was myself this would never be happening. If I wasn't bloody Miriam-

No! No! No! He can't be putting his hands there! No! No! No! This is awful! I'm being violated as a woman!

I need to start thinking clearly. I need a way out. Right now his hands are rubbing the side of my breast. The side of my breast?

That sounds so wrong! Thank the lord, that there is another piece of fabric that's keeping Prussia away from touching my breast fully. That sounds wrong too! I haven't been a woman for twenty-four hours and I'm already getting raped! Well, maybe to Miriam this isn't rape.

Why am I even thinking about Miriam? Miriam isn't important anymore. I'm important, and I don't want this. I never wanted this, because I'm not Miriam.

I wish I could see something. If I could see something, then I might be able to find a way out. Why does Prussia have to be-

"France! Help me carry all these groceries!" America's voice calls out interrupting my thoughts.

Wait? How did America's voice get into my hallucination? Does that mean its about to be over. Please let this mean that this is going to be over.

"I can't carry them all by myself! England fell asleep again, and I don't want to make two trips!" America's voice calls out again.

Why can't I hear what France is saying? America is obviously talking to France. So, why can I only hear America's voice?

"Dude! There's like twenty to fifteen bags of stuff!"

Yep, that's America all right. Twenty to fifteen. Ha, I'm pretty sure that I taught he how to count. Why didn't he remember any of those-

Wait, a second! I don't feel like Prussia is on top of me anymore! Yay! That's great news! Maybe this horrible hallucination is about to be over.

Please let this mean that this horrible hallucination is about to be over. Everything is still horribly dark. But if this is the end of the hallucination the light should be coming in soon.

"I don't have seven arms, France!" America voice said interrupting my thoughts.

I don't know what's going on right now, but it's a zillion times better then being raped. I accept this darkness! Just don't let Prussia, or any other man touch me anymore.

"What can you possibly be doing in my house that doesn't allow you to leave?"

Okay, why can't I hear France's voice? Is France just too far away or something? Does that make any sense?

Am I'm not able to hear France's voice, because France is just too far away from me? Is that even a reasonable explanation to this? I sort of makes sense in a way.

"I got a pair of crocs by the door! Just put them on and come to the garage!"

Why is America telling France to put on a pair of crocs? That doesn't really make sense. Damn, I wish I could hear France's voice right now.

Did I seriously just think that? Damn, I didn't mean it like that! I just want to no what France and America are talking about. I'm not dying to hear France's voice or anything.

Why am I justifying this? I'm not in denial of anything. Shit, I'm confusing myself!

"What are you saying?"

Okay, I am going to make a few assumptions. America and France are obviously arguing about shoes. I'm probably lying down in the back of America's truck, and the truck is most likely parked in the garage.

America is in the garage, and he is trying to get France to help him load me and all of the groceries inside. France is currently inside, and refusing to go outside to help America. But, what does that have to do with crocs?

"Dude, don't use so many big words! Crocs match anything!"

I don't know what France is saying, but I'm going to agree with him on this one. Crocs don't match everything. I thought I raised him better.

"I don't care if you're barefoot! I just need help carrying all these groceries!"

I don't want to sound like a diva, but seriously! I'm passed out in probably the backseat of America's truck and they are arguing about shoes! I think my mental health should be more important than groceries.

"I had an employee help me load the truck! So, yeah, your argument just failed!"

God! France, get off your sorry ass and help America bring in the bloody groceries. I'm passed out in the backseat and you're refusing to help. That's just being a total jerk for no reason!

Okay he might have a good reason for not wanting to help America, so I shouldn't yell at him in my head. But, still I can't hear it cause I'm in some sort of weird dark place that only allows me to hear America's voice at the moment.

"Fine! I'll do it all by myself! I just thought that you would want to carry England inside!"

No! America! Don't offer France the chance to carry me inside! That's a bad idea! I don't want France touching me after I was violated as Miriam. Hell, I don't want anybody touching me after I was violated and almost raped.

But if somebody has to carry me inside, then I rather it be the less corrupted one. Goodness, why can't I just-

Something is touching me! God, why is something touching me! I feel like I'm being lifted up into the air-

"Well if you want to carry him then get to the garage!" America calls out as he drops me.

Well, I'm just assuming that he dropped me, since I felt like I was rising then I felt like I was fallings. So, it would be make sense that America picked me up and dropped me.

Goodness, I thought I raised that boy better. This is probably the second time he dropped me today. I'm pretty sure that I taught him better manners than that.

"Finally, you're here," America's voice stats. "He's laying down on the backseat."

Okay, did France enter the garage without saying anything, or am I still not able to hear that frog's voice. I should be able to hear anything he says because he is now in the garage with me and America. So, he probably hasn't said anything just yet.

"Dude, he was fine back there. I obeyed the speed limit and England was wearing a seatbelt," America's voice said as I began to feel like I'm rising again.

Shit! Frog face is picking me up! Okay, that's the least of my problems, why can't I hear France's voice? He is obviously talking to America, so why can't I hear his voice. Why can I only hear America's voice?

"Whatever just carry him inside. I'll carry all these groceries."

Okay, this makes no freaking sense. I'm able to hear America's voice in this complete darkness, but I can't hear France's voice. I don't understand any of this hallucinating crap.

Wait; do I even want to hear frog face's voice? Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not currently able to hear him. I should be thankful that I can't hear him.

"No, I didn't clean out Wal-Mart."

Okay, maybe I do want to hear what France is saying to America. Just hearing America's side of the conversation isn't any fun. Crap, why am I thinking like a nosy person?

"Well duh, like, I got you and England at my house."

What are they talking about? I don't know, I can only hear what America is saying. Why is that?

"Well you guys eat food don't you?"

Are they arguing about food now? I'm so confused. Why am I not able to hear all of the conversation?

"Well, yeah, you can cook if you want to."

So, now America is letting France cook? This is like listening to somebody's phone conversation, I can hear America talking but I can't hear France. But there isn't a phone, so how the hell is this happening?

"Of course. I'm not letting him cook anything here," America voice said. "He offered to make scones earlier."

Damn, they're talking about me now.

"I didn't let him."

Seriously, they're talking about my cooking ability rather than the fact that I need some serious mental help? Goodness, why do I have to be losing my mind when morons like France and America are around?

"I was thinking that exact same thing!" America exclaimed. "Don't tell England I said that."

Don't tell England what? What is America not going to tell me? What are those morons talking about? Goodness, I wish I could hear the whole conversation.

Damn, why did I get stuck with the stupid half? Well just hearing France's voice would be stupid too. Damn, I just don't know what I need right now.

"Just leave him on the couch for now," America said before I fall again.

Why did France have to drop me on the stupid itchy couch? I thought he would have at least set me on it. I can understand America dropping me on it, but seriously France dropping me.

"Okay, well I'm going to go clear off the table. Let's hope he wakes up soon. I want to have dinner."

A/N

I think this is the longest chapter so far.

Anyway, I combined the answers of DragonRiderEmily, BeautifulDeformity, and Super Sister, and came up with this conclusion-

While America and England were at Wally World, France got bored. France got so bored that he decided to cook some crepes (Super Sister). Once he was done with his crepes he decided that they would taste better with a side of rouge wine. So went to America's wine cellar to get the red wine. Once he got to the wine cellar he drank all the "rouge" wine (DragonRiderEmily). This caused him to get so drunk that he walked around America's house naked (BeautifulDeformity).

Thanks, DragonRiderEmily, BeutifulDeformity, and Super Sister all your answers combined made an epic conclusion. I hope I get to make another conclusion with the next set of answers.

And here's the next set of questions!

Does England want to hear France's voice?

Why were they arguing about crocs?

How long is England going to be disturbed by Prussia?

Why can England only hear America?

What are they going to eat for dinner?

Why didn't France go help America sooner?

E/N

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…I am disturbed