Chapter Five: Eat Me Up
Warnings: Cannibalism, Death, Blood, Violence, Self-Injury
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England's POV
Despite the fact that he said it many days ago, it still rings in my ears. "I can't wait for the day that I get to kill you especially, England! I wish that I wasn't related to you at all!" I can't believe that this malicious person is related to me in some way. It worries me that a relative of mine hates me enough to lash out against not only me but also the world. What have I done? Where did I go wrong? It pains me to think of all the people it could be.
Suddenly, the television turned on and I looked at the masked face of our captor. I long to know whose face hides behind that plastic disguise, yet at the same time I don't want to see who's responsible for the heinous acts that have taken place already.
"Hello, captives! Are you all ready for this starvation experiment to end? I sure am!" he said with enthusiasm. "It's boring watching you all sit in your rooms and starvation is very slow. My bloodlust isn't being satisfied like this so it's about time for this to end! Actually, I'm giving you all a special treat that I'm sure you'll like. I bet you've all missed seeing your friends, so I'll let you guys stay with each other." What?
"Here are the people you'll be rooming with: Italy will be with Germany, England will be with France and America, and China will be with Japan and Russia. I hope you like the people you've been put with," the man said. I know for a fact that I'm stuck with the frog because I hate him. I bet that this man would do anything to make me upset.
"I'll be putting you all together in a moment," he said. At that, the screen went black. Who wants to bet that this isn't a treat at all, and that he's going to conduct another cruel experiment? I'd bet about 20 quid.
After a few moments, the man stopped by my room. The instant he opened the door, I was electrocuted by a taser. My body convulsed painfully, and I nearly passed out. He only laughed at my misery.
"This is just a precaution to make sure you don't run away when I take you elsewhere. Be a good boy and pass out for me." Eventually, I slipped into unconsiousness but not after I was tased several times more. The sound of the cruel man's laughter was the last thing I heard before I was out like a light.
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My body felt sore as I awoke. Where am I? I looked around and saw America and France laying down in the room with me. Without thinking, I leaped onto America. It was at this moment I realized how much I truly missed the lad. He groggily awoke in my arms, and flinched at the realization that I was on top of him.
"Dude, what are you doing?" he asked me in confusion. I turned away and let go of him in embarrassment.
"This must be a cruel joke played by the man! I woke up like that!" I refuted. America laughed and smiled.
"I know you missed me. Don't deny it big bro!" he cheerfully vocalized. I only scoffed.
"There's no way I could care for someone who smells of greasy food!" I argued. It feels so good to tease him just as we would before this. Of course, most people might think I'm being cruel, but I tease him only with good intent. It's just how we bond these days.
"Speaking of which, I would kill a man for some McDonalds! If I stab France, can I get a Big Mac with a Coke?" he joked. I felt tempted to laugh, but I've never been the kind of person to openly laugh at something so stupid.
"If you're trying to lighten me up, it's not working. Learn to tell a more intellectual joke," I stated.
Shortly after, France awoke. "Is the black sheep of Europe already arguing? You're so bitter, Angleterre," France teased. I pouted and crossed my arms.
"You're no better, Francey-Pants! While I may be a bit more inclined to argue, at least I'm not the one that has his willy up to the sky!"
"Oh, how fitting of you to be looking at mon dick. I bet you wish this 'willy' was up your asshole," he retaliated with eyes that sent mixed messages. "You're turning red, Angleterre. Is that a yes? I bet you're imagining all the time we spent together in the bedroom."
"Turn it the fuck down, dude. I don't wanna think about my big bro getting banged by the wine-tasting festival!" America yelled. His face was red, but probably not as red as mine. France you little shit, giving me inappropriate thoughts in front of my little brother. And somehow he's still clueless as to why left him.
We shared a moment of silence until the television turned on.
"Oh shit, this won't go good," America stated, revealing the obvious.
"Hello, captives! I hope you're enjoying your company. At this point, you may do whatever you please to the people occupying your residence. I will no longer be feeding you all, so you must find your own source of food. Your rooms are already stocked with kitchen knives, so get creative. That is all," the man concluded.
"Is he suggesting that we-?" America started to ask, but was interrupted by France.
"Yes, we wants us to eat each other," France stated, grimacing.
"That's fucked up. What's wrong with this guy?!" America yelled. "He feeds us dog food, tortures us, and now he expects us to become cannibals?!"
The bit about the dog food surprised me. "He fed you dog food? At least he gave me regular food, albeit poorly made food."
"I had to ration out dog food for myself, half a can each day. I didn't want to eat it half the time, but I figured that dog food is better than no food. At least I wasn't starving," America responded.
"While I may have starved, at least I didn't have dog food. My palate wouldn't have been able to stomach that," France declared.
"It's odd how all three of us were put in the three groups," I pointed out. "It seems unlikely at best, rigged at worst."
"I wouldn't put it past that dude to rig it," America stated.
"I agree with America; it wouldn't be out of character for him to do that," I agreed.
France asked, "Well, what should we do now? Is it mutual that we'd rather not kill each other like savage beasts?"
I answered, "Yes, I do believe we've agreed to not do anything as heinous as that. We could continue to converse with each other."
As we talked, I noticed how often France and America's stomachs grumbled with hunger and felt pity for the two. I've been pretty well fed so the lack of food won't affect me for a while. On the other hand, France has been starving for more than a week and America is clearly malnourished. Just looking at them, I could see the results of starvation. France's eyes looked dull, his cheeks looked as though they sank in, and I could tell he was a bit worn out just from conversing alone. America wasn't as affected, yet he still showed subtle signs of being malnourished. I wish I could help them, but what could I do?
Suddenly, a sickening idea emerged. I could allow myself to do what the man wishes and let them partake in my flesh. Would it really be wise to act upon this thought, though? What if America and France become too disgusted to cannibalize me? We agreed to not do such a thing, and I'm considering giving in so soon.
Mindlessly, I walked over to the corner where the knives were.
"Iggy, what are you doing over there?" America asked. Ignoring him, I picked up a knife and brought it to my neck, ready to slice myself open.
"Angleterre, don't do that! Put the knife down!" France yelled.
I said, "I can't let you two starve. Despite how I may act, I care about your wellbeing and don't want to see you hungry. Allow me to sacrifice myself."
America quickly argued, "That's crazy, big bro! We agreed not to be cannibals, so we're fine with starving. I'd rather starve than eat my brother!"
"Why don't you just take the knife from my hands? Oh wait, you can't. Without something to eat, you two hardly have any energy. I can make that better and fill you up."
"Did you even bother to consider how we feel?! You wouldn't want to eat one of us, would you?" America yelled.
"Well, no-," I started, but I was interrupted by America.
"Well, nothing! I'm not going to listen to your pathetic argument! Feel free to cut yourself open, but I'm not taking a bite out of you!" It hurt to hear America speak like that to me.
"America, you'll have to calm down. England, we appreciate the offer, but do not accept. Please put the knife down and come back over here," France spoke. I considered complying with what France said, but my arms took control of me. Roughly, I cut into my chest starting from my collar bone. Tears formed in my eyes and threatened to spill. The two nations in the center of the room screamed in horror. I ignored the urge to stop and continued to slice into my flesh. Stifling a scream, I pulled the blade down to my navel and stopped. I felt a bit lightheaded as some of my crimson blood dripped onto the floor. With shaky steps, I walked back to France and America. Once I was where I needed to be, I said, "bon appetite" as I lied down. The two only looked at me in horror and continued to scream.
"What the Hell, England?!" America screamed. France looked ready to pass out.
"Take all that you need. Fill your hungry bellies with my flesh so that you can be satisfied."
France yelled, "You've completely lost it!" I only smiled.
"Please eat every part of me. You're allowed to eat everything except my heart. You can feast on what I have provided."
With shaky fingers, I grasped my liver and yanked it out. I let out a small whimper in pain and handed the bloodied organ to America. America grimaced, but obeyed my wish and took a small bite.
"America, what's wrong with you?! Do you two not feel guilty for going back on your word so quickly?!" France yelled.
"Don't fight it, France. I want you to have my body," I stated.
"This is disgusting, but if you really want this…" France hesitantly picked up a kidney and nibbled on it. "It feels wrong to do this."
"There's no point in arguing with me, France," I said. He looked away from me in shame.
They continued on and ate my organs. Eventually, I began to get irritable from the pain. It took a lot of willpower to avoid screaming in agony, and I'm beginning to reach my limit. Despite the agonizing sting that filled my body, I felt satisfied that they were being fed. The only reason I haven't lost control is because France and America are talking to me through the pain. It's a small distraction, yet it is a helpful one.
"I hope Canada is feeding my cat," America said. Then, his expression became grim. "That is, if he's not the one behind this. There's too many things that the man says that hint at Canada being the culprit."
"My little Canada can't be the one to do such a thing! He's too kindhearted!" France exclaimed.
"Corruption of the soul can happen to the best of us," I responded. There was a moment of silence, until America spoke up.
"Hey, let's talk about something not utterly depressing!" America exclaimed. "Like, um…. cats!"
"Your fat ass cat sent us into this conversation in the first place," said France.
"My cat isn't fat! Shrek is just big boned!"
"You named your cat Shrek?" I inquired. America glared at me and spoke.
"Shrek is the best name for a cat! Shrek is love. Shrek is life."
I asked, "Are you quoting something?"
"You old-timer! Haven't you heard of the Shrek meme?" America questioned. I shook my head.
"What is a meme?"
"England, dude you're so old!"
After a while of talking and them eating I began to feel tired. It must be death pulling me down.
"I'm afraid I've reached my limit. It was fun talking to you both, but I need to "rest" for a little while. Feel free to continue on, just keep in mind that it takes a day or two for me to heal lost organs. Of course, you could always gnaw on my legs," I said with exhaustion pulling at me.
America's eyes began to look glossy. "Okay, we will."
I glared at France and said, "Don't try anything, Frog."
"I'm not going to fuck a corpse, Angleterre! Especially not in front of someone else."
"Are you suggesting that you would do it if he wasn't here?" I asked. He gave me an angry look.
"France is the country of love, not lust. I ask the cutie before I touch the booty!" France declared. I began to laugh. My exposed lungs shook from laughter in a grotesque way.
Once my ribs ached, I stopped laughing and my eyes gently fluttered shut. I allowed myself to relax as my entire being was engulfed in the void.
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AN: Aren't you guys lucky? Two chapters in two days? It's practically unheard of from me! England practically went ape-shit while France and America kinda went with it. The evil guy must be pleased with himself. I kind of want the man to have some sort of nickname that the characters can call him. Constantly writing "mysterious evil fuck boi dude" gets annoying after a while. On a positive note, the website didn't eat my timeskips, but they did cut out my mention of the website in the Author's Note because I said the actual website which must've confused it. It really made me happy to see your reviews this morning! Those two reviews are what inspired me to write this chapter so soon. Anyways, I'll see ya next chapter!