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Chapter 51
Catalonia and Madeira stared at Quebec in horror. He finally stopped retching and was breathing heavily.
"You haven't eaten since 1963?" Madeira whispered.
Quebec shook his head.
"Why keep you alive for so long?" Catalonia asked. "How could he be so cruel?"
Quebec started tapping again.
He thought that my desire for freedom would manifest in my people. He was right. But since he took control, I couldn't feel them at all anymore. I've outlived my usefulness. Canada came in to show Egypt what I look like. I think he intends to do the same thing he did to me to someone else.
"Do you know who?" Madeira asked.
Quebec shook his head.
"One more question," Catalonia said. "How'd you escape?"
My wrists are really thin now. I could get through the cuffs. But I haven't wanted to do it in a long time. When Canada came, it awoke the old instinct. I managed to sneak on a plane. I wanted to get France, but I got lost.
Catalonia and Madeira shared a look.
"Flights between Amodi nations and non-Amodi nations are out," Catalonia said. "But… I suppose it's possible that they've opened the Canadian-French air routes."
"Did you find Tokyo while lost?" Madeira asked.
Quebec nodded his head.
"That's probably a good thing," Catalonia said. "Because France is dead."
Quebec's eyes widened and his legs buckled underneath him, sending him to the ground. Madeira and Catalonia were at his side in an instant.
"You're really weak," Madeira observed, her arms easily wrapping around the thin frame. "And something tells me that you won't be able to eat anything until we can get your stomach strong again."
Catalonia nodded her head before she stood.
"I'll see if I can get Andorra to get us a few IVs," she said. "At least until he has enough nutrients in his system to build up some strength."
"And in the meantime I'll take him to a bed," Madeira said. "He needs to sleep to recuperate."
Catalonia stepped back and Madeira proceeded to lift Quebec. She was surprised by how light he was.
"I don't think he has even a single muscle to produce mass," Madeira said.
"We're going to have to fix that," Catalonia said.
…
Bahrain was fidgeting nervously, looking towards America and Michoacán. He could already see that there was a disaster approaching. When was the last time Western and Middle Eastern nations could really get along?
Especially America.
"So, what are we going to do?" Yemen asked.
"Well, we need to check Israel with our own eyes," America said. "If we see evidence that he's with Amodi, we'll get out of there as soon as possible."
"We'll also pick up Kuwait along the way," Michoacán added.
"And Gaza, Jordan and Palestine," Oman said. "We can't simply leave them alone there if we see that Israel is in fact with Amodi."
"H-how w-would w-we know?" Qatar asked.
"We'll check our cell phones," Michoacán said. "There's no way that Amodi would have shut down their own forms of communication. And nations can get service in other nations' lands."
"Yeah," America said. "If he's with them, he'll have a cell phone signal. We can also check with the way his people behave. If they're the enemy… They'll react to our presence."
"America and I certainly stand out in this part of the world."
"So we'll be able to tell if the two of you are attacked?" Bahrain asked. "And what about the rest of us?"
"Yemen and Oman will stay here," Michoacán said. "They're still injured from Egypt's attack."
"How is it that they still haven't healed?" Bahrain asked.
"The bullets that Egypt used were nuclear," America said.
"What?" Bahrain and Qatar asked simultaneously.
"They learned that nuclear power will hurt a nation," Oman said, looking at America.
"No kidding," America said. "Sorry dudes. I'm a little weak at the moment. But I'll help you as much as I can. Do you know why?"
"Because you're the hero?" Yemen said, rolling his eyes.
"No," America said. "Because we're all working together. All that matters right now is that we get rid of Amodi. We can't let them keep on hurting everyone. England, France, UAE… even Iraq and Iran. They didn't deserve what they got."
"You forgot Saudi Arabia," Michoacán muttered, before speaking louder. "But he's right. Amodi is the biggest threat to the nations that we've ever seen. They've already killed a bunch of nations, and others like me. We can't let them carry on."
"What would happen to our people if we're not here to save them?" Bahrain muttered.
"I c-can't b-believe I'm s-saying it," Qatar said, "b-but… A-America's r-right."
"And we can forgive your stuttering this time," Yemen sighed. "You know, America, if you would have been like this more often, we wouldn't have that much of a problem with you."
"Huh?" America asked.
"It's your hero complex we find the most annoying," Oman clarified. "And the fact that you won't listen to anyone, not even your allies."
"You act as though you're the only one that can 'save' the world," Yemen added. "Even if the ones you're 'saving' don't want it. And you think that all of your actions are justified and right."
"Mexico complained about you a lot," Michoacán said. "According to her, you were arrogant with no consideration to others' feelings, and she got the feeling that you looked down on others."
America looked around at the others.
"So… that's how you guys feel about me?" America asked.
"Pretty much," Bahrain said. "But… if you'd just acknowledge that we're all in this together, things could be better."
"We're not your cannon fodder or distractions," Yemen said. "And yes. I've heard some of your allies during World War Two complaining about it."
America sighed, before nodding his head.
"Sorry about that," America said. "I wonder… Do you think that that's what made Mexico and Canada join Amodi's side?"
"Probably," Yemen, Oman and Bahrain said simultaneously.
"Okay then. I'll try my hardest to make sure that I don't do that anymore."
"Great," Yemen said. "Now… just one more request?"
America looked at Yemen expectantly.
"Do you think you might learn a little volume control?" Yemen asked. "No offence. It's alright during the world meetings… We all want to be heard, after all."
"If his ideas made sense," Oman muttered.
"But… when standing next to you and you're speaking so loud… You kind of hurt our ears from time to time," Yemen continued.
"Really?" America asked, and Qatar flinched. "Sorry."
"We're not trying to be rude or insult you," Bahrain said.
"No dudes, it's fine," America said, his voice a little quieter. "I'll try to be a little quieter."
"Thank you," Qatar said, smiling.
…
Russia shuddered.
He had the strangest feeling that the impossible had just happened. It almost felt as though hell was starting to freeze over. But it couldn't really be something so drastic, could it?
No matter. He would need to focus on more important matters. Such as getting the last former Soviet nations to safety.
He needed to get in contact with Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan. All of the 'stan' nations. He briefly entertained the idea of getting Afghanistan as well, before shaking his head. That would just be another disaster, and she might not be very happy to see him.
He didn't have any birds that he could send with a message. He had always been pretty isolated. The only way he could get in contact with someone was if they sent a message to him first, or if he used General Winter.
Would the General be willing to act as a messenger to him? After all, he did it with America.
Well, he wouldn't know unless he asked.
…
Madeira had placed Quebec in a bed. She supposed that one of the perks of being a nation was that they could have large houses. Islands like her didn't get that privilege.
She had just turned to leave when she suddenly felt something around her wrist. She looked down to see that Quebec had grabbed her with his bony hand.
"S-stay," he whispered.
Madeira could see a spark of relief in the otherwise blank eyes, and knew that he was glad that he didn't start coughing again just from speaking that one word. But she could also see that he didn't want to be alone.
How long had he been alone, with no one but his tormentor to keep him company?
Madeira was struck by another thought. How old had he been when he was imprisoned – actually, physically and mentally? Right now, it was impossible to tell what age he was. He looked to be in his twenties, but that could just be because of his skeletal appearance.
"Ok," Madeira said, sitting on the end of the bed.
He looked so small, lying there.
Quebec sighed in relief, before he closed his eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" Madeira asked. "H-how old are you? Physically, at least."
Quebec's eyebrows furrowed, before he opened his eyes.
"S-six-teen," he whispered.
Her eyes widened. He was far too young. And he had been even younger when he was first imprisoned.
How could a nation be so cruel towards his own province?
Her hatred for Amodi increased, and she brushed Quebec's hair away from his face. He flinched slightly at the contact before leaning into her touch.
Seeing him, knowing what he had gone through… Madeira felt extremely protective over him. She smiled when she saw his breathing change somewhat, informing her that he was now asleep.
Perhaps she could convince Catalonia to help her give him a bath later. If he hadn't eaten in so long, then she could only imagine how long he had gone without a bath. They needed to do all they could to help him heal.
Plus, he really needed a bath.
…
Italy was looking at his computer screen, tapping his fingers thoughtfully. The Bonds were still recovering from Molossia's death, and they needn't make any mistakes that could damage the Bonds even more.
It would be best if he could have everyone there. They would probably need another meeting, anyway.
Romano and India were taking care of prisoners, so only one of them could come. The same for Finland and Romania.
Speaking of those two, when was the last time they had an assignment?
Poland was hunting down Mongolia, and would return as soon as that was finished. Switzerland and South were tracking down Pakistan, but apparently they were having some difficulties finding him. They could probably be pulled back.
The South Americans wouldn't be very happy if their rampage was interrupted, but Italy had to remind them that they followed his orders, along with Poland's. The Africans, on the other hand, wouldn't have a problem with being called to Vatican.
Egypt was recuperating with Canada, and as long as he wasn't put on active duty again he would have no problem with being called back to base. Philippines had just finished with Malaysia, so now would be a good time to call her back, before she moved on to a new target.
He had already suggested to Mexico that she and Confederacy should go to Hawaii for a vacation. It would at least keep them safe from Liechtenstein's rampage. But it wouldn't be very good if he told them to come to their base after he had already given them permission to relax on one of America's former islands.
Israel, on the other hand, wouldn't be able to be called back. It would reveal too much to South Africa, and they needed her to be under their influence, and as willing as possible.
It was probably a bad idea to order an attack on Hout Bay, but there was no going back now.
Kugelmugel and Ladonia had arrived when Molossia had died, and they were grieving with the rest of the micronations. And Tokyo had started his undercover assignment, so they wouldn't be able to pull him back either.
With his mind made up, Italy started dialling Philippines's number while commencing his search for San Marino.
…
Philippines sighed, phone pressed against her ear.
"I understand," she said. "I'll come as soon as possible."
She hung up the phone before turning to Malaysia's corpse.
"Looks like I'm going to have to wait before I move on to the next nation," she said, before she giggled. "But it was fun. Too bad we can't do this again. Well, I can. You, on the other hand…"
Philippines shook her head, laughter bubbling until it completely escaped.
"This feels so good."
…
Thailand had gone outside. It was a tranquil place, untouched by humans for centuries. Though he wondered if China would let them make this place a little homier.
He looked up when he heard a screech, and his eyes widened when he saw an eagle. The eagle flew down to him, and for the first time he noticed that there was a letter around the bird's leg.
Swallowing nervously, Thailand carefully took the letter, expecting for the bird to bite him. When that didn't happen he sighed in relief, before looking at the letter.
Yo China, it's America!
Thailand sighed. Suddenly, the eagle made sense.
He wondered if he should be reading this, before shrugging, turning his attention to the paper in his hands yet again.
We figured that if we want to get in touch we should do it the old-fashioned way. You probably know all about it.
Thailand rolled his eyes. It was probably a good thing that China wasn't the one reading this. The same with Vietnam.
We only have two birds at the moment, and Liberty needed to take some time to recover after flying to Russia.
"So, your name is Liberty?" Thailand asked, looking at the eagle.
The bird gave a huff, and Thailand figured that he might as well consider that a 'yes'.
If you have any news from your side, let us know immediately. We're getting some new friends, but… We didn't get to save United Arab Emirates (why'd the guy need such a long name, anyway?). We managed to hurt Egypt. Dude… They don't die when you shoot them in the head. Not even for a second.
Thailand swallowed nervously. That was probably important to tell China.
Anyway, if you have anything important to say, just send it with Liberty or any other bird you can use. America, out.
Thailand smiled, before turning to the bird.
"Could you wait a while?" Thailand asked. "I'll get this message to China. Or maybe Japan would be better."
The bird closed its eyes, and Thailand stood. As he walked away, his thoughts trailed to his pet, Toto. He hoped the elephant was alright.
…
"I think he's bored," Hungary remarked, looking at Syria.
"I think he's nervous," Turkey said. "When was the last time he's been in one place for so long?"
"You might have a point."
The two of them were in the dining room with teacups in front of them, while Syria was in the living room. There was an archway, which allowed them to watch Syria as he continued to sharpen his blades. It had become clear to them that he was mostly doing it out of a combination of boredom and anxiety.
Turkey suddenly chuckled wryly, and Hungary turned to him.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"I was just thinking about when you were still a little kid," Turkey said. "You were certainly wild. And stubborn. You still have the stubborn streak, but you've certainly mellowed out."
Hungary smirked.
"I can say the same for you, old man," she said. "What happened to the great Ottoman Empire that wanted to conquer the whole world?"
"Just Europe," he said. "And who're you calling 'old'?"
She chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee.
Cyprus entered the room. He looked disturbed for a moment before plopping down at the table next to Turkey.
"I see you two are getting along," Cyprus said.
"Where's Greece?" Hungary asked.
"He's sleeping."
"Can't blame him," Turkey said. "After America injured Egypt, we have nothing to do. We could wait for him to recover, but…"
They were startled by a slam, and they turned their attentions to Syria, who looked annoyed.
"Could we do something else?" Syria asked. "I'm tired of waiting. It makes me feel helpless. Vulnerable. And stupid."
"What would you suggest we do then?" Turkey asked.
"Take the fight to Egypt."
"Sounds like a plan," Cyprus said. "Except they don't care if their lands are attacked. So, unless Egypt is actually there…"
"He's recovering, right?" Syria asked. "Chances are, he would have gone to his home."
"Or he could have returned to their base of operations," Hungary pointed out. "Or he could be with his boyfriend."
"His what?"
"Yeah," Cyprus said, looking thoughtful. "We might have forgotten about Canada from time to time, but he's stronger than Egypt. He'll probably be there for protection."
Syria was silent for a moment, and it almost looked as though his brain had stopped.
"So," Syria said at last, "let me get this straight. Egypt is in a relationship with America's brother?"
…
Catalonia sighed as she and Andorra returned to Andorra's house. The nation had managed to get some IVs at a local hospital, though it had taken a lot of convincing.
"Any idea which room Madeira put Quebec in?" Catalonia asked as soon as they entered the house.
"Not a clue," Basque said.
"I think it's upstairs," Picardy offered.
"Thanks," Catalonia said, taking the bag and heading upstairs.
She found the room with little difficulty, and sighed in relief when she saw that Madeira was still there, keeping watch over Quebec.
Madeira looked at the other female with sorrowful eyes.
"He's sixteen," Madeira said.
Catalonia's eyes widened as she came to an abrupt halt, and she turned her attention to Quebec. She had figured him to be older, but when he was asleep like that she could see that the tension had left, making him look younger. Though, he still looked older than he was.
"Bastards," Catalonia muttered. "If they would do this to their own province, what would they do to us?"
Madeira winced.
"Azores…" she muttered.
If you guys have any requests for nations, I'm all ears. I know that there are a lot of nations that I still need to reveal the fate of, and since some of them aren't on my radar I might miss them.
