Iceland's P.O.V.
My vision starts clearing, but it's still blurry. After opening and closing my eyes, I can see again! I'm in my room in our hideout. All I remember is tackling Australia down and blacking out. My room is as cold as the kitchen mainly because of my Amber. It's just a room with a Queen sized bed with a mattress and regular blue bedsheets. Nothing else is in the room. I've never really needed to store weapons since I use my powers as my weapon. It's not the best way of keeping secret, but I grew up learning them. Spain taught me! Before... we were separated. I sigh and shake my head.
'I have to go see if everyone's okay' I think to myself. I exit my frozen room and head towards the main room. To my surprise, everyone's there. Well, everyone except Australia and Spain. I take my seat. Only the odd sound of chains moving is all I could hear when I sit down.
"What's... going on?" I ask everybody.
"You know exactly what's going on..." England growls. I give him a confused look and I hear the rattle of chains again. Louder. I look at everybody's faces, trying to get anything out of them. Italy's dirty blondish hair covers her face. America has his eyes closed and he looks like he just wants to get out of here. Japan has a worried expression while Russia's is blank. That was so much help. We just sit there, the 6 of us, in silence. I don't want to, but I need to know.
"Where's... Australia and Spain...?" I ask in a whisper, although I ask in a whisper that everybody can hear. That's when the chains rattle even louder. No one speaks, though. Just tears flowing down everyone's cheek. What happened?!
"Where... are they?" I ask again. This time, England speaks up. Although his tone is not friendly.
"THEY'RE GONE! BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU-!" Russia starts glowing green and immediately England stops snapping at me. I look at everyone again in disbelief.
"...Gone? B-But... how?" I question. No response. I stand up and leave the room to go mine. I lay down face flat on my bed. I feel water flow down my cheeks, until they keep flowing uncontrollably. I lay on my bed, just crying myself out. I thought I'd never lose my own Mother twice. A knock reverberates through my room.
"C-Come... I-i-in-n..." I call out in between sobs. I've never been good at stopping my crying. Someone sits next to me on my bed. I look up, seeing Japan. Her purple eyes looking at me sorrowfully.
"I'm so sorry... I tried stopping her, if that makes you feel any better..." She begins to explain, but that makes me cry even louder. She places my head on her lap and pats my head. She's doing her best to comfort me, but she says nothing. After a while, I calm down and I just bury myself back into my bed. She ruffles my hair and explains everything to me in a slow and calm whisper. After her explanation, silence. Neither of us spoke anything for a really long time. I stop crying, no more tears would come. She stands up, probably knowing this. I don't know how long she stands there, but I hear the door close after what seems like a long time.
'I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have tried to protect him. I ended up letting him get captured. I ended up getting two of us abducted.' I beat myself up. I always do this, except this time it's a big deal. The door, all of a sudden, slams open. I feel an arm grip my left arm and toss me across the room. I hit the cold wall with a THUD. I look up, seeing a very agitated England. His sword is at his side in its sheath, but I think that'll change soon. He looks like he wants to kill me.
"How... How... HOW COULD YOU!? IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" He screams at me. I stand up, ready to argue back. I don't think he knows how I feel. You just lost 2 teammates, and one is your family. FAMILY. How can he ever know what I feel!? I can't take this bull crap. I am not going to have this.
"MY FAULT!? What are you talking about!? It wasn't my fault! YOU COULDN'T EVEN SAVE YOURSELF AND HER! IF YOU HADN'T BEEN SO STUPID, THEN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO BE USED AS BLACKMAIL!" I argue back. That quieted him down, but that also made him even more furious.
"It wasn't your fault!? If you wouldn't have been so weak, Spain would still be here! AND YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE MOST OF THE TIME! I WAS ATLEAST TRYING TO HELP WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR DOING NOTHING!" England shouts at me.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT A GUY SHOT ME!" I yell back.
"YES IT FUCKING IS!" Silence. I don't retaliate back, because he's somewhat right. If I wouldn't have been so dizzy... and if I could've fought... Spain and Australia would still be here. Australia.
"They took Australia, too..." I accidentally say out loud. England shoots me another menacing glance.
"You're worried about that outcast!? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! I THOUGHT SHE WAS THE CLOSEST THING YOU HAVE AS FAMILY! AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN WORRIED ABOUT HER!? INSTEAD YOU'RE FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT AN ASSHOLE WHO WE DON'T EVEN KNOW!" I flinch. The room becomes dangerously cold. I feel my hands clench into fists and icicles forms around the room. Ice seals the door, unable for it to open or close. The ceiling glitters and shines a dull white color. I can see my own breath as well as England's.
"Don't you dare call him an asshole." I growl.
"Why? I'm just saying the truth!" He mocks. I point a finger at him, saying the last words he'll ever hear in his life.
"Go to Hell."