Hola, mi amigos! I hope that you are all enjoying the story! I'm thinking that in the story, America would probably be a little overprotective of England now that he failed to be his hero by not being there when he was first taken to the asylum. Although, I have a confession to make. I don't really know how this story is going to end, so this story is about as much of an adventure for all of you as it is for me. I write it, but I usually use dreams to figure out what happens next (although it's usually daydreams! Lol!). Thank you for reviewing hetlalia4life, GlambertNoelle(you're my best friend ever!), XxAkatsukiFanxX, and ViolaPlayer12! (Here is a note for GlambertNoelle: You may NOT go all Switzy on me because of a certain pairing in this chapter! Go ahead and talk about it in your review if you want to, but don't come to school and kill me!...Or at my house…or the mall….OR ANY OTHER PLACE! *hides behind my fluffy dog*) Hope you all enjoy the story! Different pairings are hinted at or clearly there, so I guess I'm starting to like different pairings. *cough* thanks a lot, my dear cousin and mein friend *cough*.
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Madness by: Trilladora
Chapter 5
(France's POV)
Help! Everything is going so fast! One second America is trying to tell us what happened, then the next, I'm being hauled away to the bathroom by a now insane British man! I am in the middle of trying to get away, all the while thinking of what happened just a little while ago. I AM NOT A NATIONAL DOLL TO DO WHATEVER YOU PLEASE WITH! Unless it entitles a lovely bedroom. I always thought that I wanted him, but not like this! I want him back the way he was! Even though we fight all the time, I would like to think that he returns my feelings.
England looked at me with a creepy smile plastered on his face. "It isn't proper for you to dress like a man, love!"
"BUT I AM A MAN!" I exclaimed, horrified.
"Sure you are, love, sure you are." I panicked and looked to Russia, China, and America for help. China cringed away, probably knowing that England would make him the next victim if he tried to help in any way. Russia looked at us with a smile playing across his face. He was probably thinking that he wanted to see what this mad man was going to do to me. And America stood there dumbstruck of what to do.
"HELP ME! DON'T YOU EVEN CARE IF I DIE?!" I screeched at them. Russia and China looked at each other strangely before turning back and replying with a simultaneous 'no'. America, however, had snapped out of it and jumped into action.
"I'M THE HERO!" He yelled as he came charging at England and I. Before he reached us, England ducked into a guest room and opened the closet door. My eyes widened at what I saw. Millions of pirate stuff were stacked inside. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that England stashed them here whenever he was visiting America. I whimpered a little as he put some of the clothes on over his regular attire and grabbed a dull old rapier, all the while remembering when he was a harsh pirate that had only one thing in mind: gold.
Just then, the door shot open. "ENGLAND! THAT WAS SO NOT COOL, DUDE! Let France go!"
"AMERICA! Be careful, he thinks he is a pirate again!" I warned as England turned creepily toward America.
"You cannot have my prisoner, matey. However, If ye give me all 'yer gold doubloons, I may make an exception!" England said, slipping into a more piratey dialect.
America scratched his head. "Doubloons? What are those?" I slapped my forehead. I knew the American was an idiot, but this?! This was just too much! I looked over at England with worry. He was just staring at America like he had never seen anyone so idiotic before in his life.
"Seriously? Do you know what diamonds and rubies are at least?" he said quietly. America brightened at this and nodded his head. Satisfied, England pointed the rapier at him. "Then give me all of those that you have in exchange for the prisoner!"
I flinched. England really was insane! But if he is…ohohohon! I crept up next to him with a smug look on my face. He hadn't even noticed me yet, for all his concentration was focused on America. Before he could have the chance to notice me, I quickly pulled him close and started to kiss his lips fervently. He squeaked in terror before going completely limp in my arms. I laid the now unconscious British man down on the floor, then dusted myself off, annoyed at the specks of dust that had covered my clothes. America really needs to tend to his house a little better. What if he had company over that would love him until they saw how dirty his house was. I looked up at the American, only to find him staring at me with loathing.
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(America's POV)
My mind suddenly shut completely down when France kissed his lips, causing him to get this "scared out of my wits" look on his face before fainting from the stress of it all. I stared at him, trying without success to calm down from France's action. He just kissed my dad! That is so not cool, dude! He looked up at me and cringed away a little. I must have a really creepy look on my face right now.
"I did it to save you from bankruptcy and his wrath?" France tried, knowing that I was madder than Iggy was insane at the moment.
"Get away from him, you perverted old man. I won't let this be my fault too." I snarled.
He flinched, then paused a second before answering slowly and carefully. "What do you mean, 'my fault too'?"
I looked at him with annoyance. Why can't he see that I blame myself for the way that England is now? "I wasn't there to help him when he needed me the most. Now, he is insane. I won't let anything else happen to him, not as long as I'm here."
His eyes softened from the worried look to a look of sympathy. "Mon ami, I wish that you were my territory. You care so much for him that I bet you would risk everything just to save him."
I paused. Would I really do ANYTHING to protect him? He is really important to me, but I am not sure if I would be willing to risk absolutely everything. Maybe he's right. Only time can tell that. I looked down at my father in his pirate attire. He had a peaceful look on his face, so different from the insane smile that he just had a few minutes ago.
As I watched, England groaned and slowly opened his eyes, recovering from the shock of being kissed by a "frog" as he would call France. He looked up at France and suddenly bolted up. "YOU! WHY ARE YOU SO MUCH TALLER?! IT'S NOT FAIR! YOUR COUNTRY GROWS SO MUCH QUICKER THAN MINE!" he screeched angrily. France jumped, then thought about the Englishman's words.
"Ohohohon, I remember this conversation!" France laughed as England sat back down, cross-legged on the floor while he pouted. He actually looked really funny with the pirate attire still on.
I looked at France in confusion. "What conversation?"
He looked up at me. "This one. He thinks that we are in the past, way before you were even thought of. We were rivals as kids, too."
England looked from me to France, then me again, and back at France, pointing at me. "Who in the world is this four-eyes?! He looks like a complete blundering idiot!"
I cringed and took a step forward. "England, don't you recognize me? I'm America, the colony that you raised and became a nation."
He gave me a queer look. "What? I don't remember that. I'm too young to raise someone else!"
France sighed. "Mon ami, his mind is probably in a different time as well. Britain, take a look at yourself in a mirror or something."
England turned to him, an angry look on his face. "What? Are you saying that I'm fat? You're fatter than fat, your HUGE!"
France gasped. "You take that back! I am not fat and neither are you, you've grown taller! Take a look in this!" He took out a pocket mirror from one of his pockets and pointed it at England's face. He jumped at his reflection before leaning in.
"What the? How could I have grown that fast?!"
I took the chance to answer him. "Because you haven't been a child in like, forever, dude!"
He gave me a quizzical look before smiling an insane smile. "I haven't ever been a man, because I'm mad. In fact, your mad too. What am I saying, WERE ALL MAD!" I tensed up as he cackled maniacally. I wish that he would stop doing that!
"Mon Angleterre, stop this at once! Or should I give you another kiss?" France asked,
England looked at him with a murderous look on his face. "Destroy, is it enough? No it's not enough. I have an insatiable impulse for destruction. Fragile, how fragile, fragile humans are. After all, nothing more than discarded puppets. For what purpose was I created? Please tell me the answer," he sang. France yelped and ran around the Brit and out of the guest room. I, however, managed to get a little bit of courage mustered and walked up to the insane man that was now in the middle of singing "Karakuri Burst."
His eyes widened and he stopped singing creepily, resorting to Russia's 'kolkoling'. I gulped, but kept on walking toward him. After a few seconds, he stopped, watching me move closer. I stopped just one step away from where he was sitting on the floor.
"England, I think that you should rest for a little bit. Just relax." I whispered, hoping that he would listen to me.
He looked long at me, observing every move I made. Suddenly he smiled, quickly jumping up and kissing me on the cheek, then ran out of the room, laughing like a maniac. I froze in place, petrified from my father's sudden kissy kissy mood. What father in his right mind would kiss his adopted son?! Oh wait, he isn't in his right mind.
(China's POV)
I had decided to cook a little since England was now preoccupied with something other than my beloved panda, however, when I went into the kitchen, a soup was already made on the stove. I took a spoon and tasted it. It was really good, but it would be even better if I added some spices and vegetables! I quickly set to work, finding all the ingredience I could that would complement the soup.
"Panda, stay as close as you can while England is nearby. I don't want you to be stolen again!" I muttered to my cute bear that was now in a rice basket that America insists on calling a backpack. He nuzzled the back of my head in affection as I added more ingredience to my concoction. I stirred it all in and took a sip. It tasted absolutely heavenly.
Suddenly, the kitchen door opened, a screaming France coming in and hugging me. I Screamed in panic and confusion. I don't know what he's screaming about, but I don't want to be his love victim!
"China! You have to help England! He is threatening to kill me now!" France cried as I tried to keep my balance. All of his weight had shifted to me, making me have to try not to fall and break my back.
"Get off! The stew will burn if I don't tend to it, aru!" I yelled, trying to get him to let go and also actually worrying about the stew. I don't want to have a reputation for bad food like England does!
He loosened his grip. "Oui, I wouldn't want bland food either, so carry on, but I'm not leaving! England is still out there!"
I panicked and started to scream. "RUSSIA! FRANCE IS TRYING TO MOLEST ME!"
Out in the hallway, an audible "kolkolkol" could be heard. Soon, Russia emerged from the hallway and glared at France. France cringed, let go, and backed away. "What were you trying to do to my little Yao-Yao?"
I glared at him, annoyed that he had called me "little Yao-Yao".
"R-Russia, I was just looking for refuge from England! Th-This is all just a huge misunderstanding!"
Russia narrowed his eyes and took a step toward France, but before he could do anything, something blurred passed him from the direction of the hallway. It was England. France gave out a squeak of surprise as England appeared in front of him, smiling like crazy.
Russia and I watched in shock and horror as England wrapped his arms around France and started to kiss him fervently. France stood there in shock for a second, then smiled and let out a perverted laugh. Knowing what that might entitle, I panicked and quickly grabbed Russia's arm and dragged him out of the kitchen, a blush already forming on my face. I could literally feel a gaze of curiosity and annoyance from Russia as I pulled him into the living room. After I got to the middle of the room, I let go, not looking back at Russia for fear of what scary face he was making.
"What's wrong, Yao-Yao?" Russia asked sweetly.
I gulped and got the courage to turn around and look at him. He smiled innocently, but I had been around him long enough to see tiny hints of what he really was feeling. Right now, that smile was hiding an emotion of anger at being dragged away. "I'm sorry I drug you out here. I just was afraid of what they would do." A made up excuse. I hope he will think that it is the truth. I don't want him to know that I'm jealous because England and France are making out and he and I aren't.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I know that isn't the real reason, China." I blushed and turned away a little too late. I caught Russia giving me a genuine smile from the corner of my eye before I was pulled into a hug. "You were jealous, weren't you?" Aiyaa, was it really that obvious?!
Suddenly I heard slow footsteps coming toward us. I looked toward another hallway to see America rounding the corner, looking sick to his stomach.
"What are you doing here, America?" Russia asked, his voice full of venom. "Shouldn't you be with England?"
America shuddered. "Not right now. D-Dude, he kissed me! It was horrible!"
I looked at him with surprise. That explained why he looked terrible. "Then he hasn't changed his personality since then. He's in the kitchen with France." I said. He reacted suddenly with a new fire in his eyes.
"FRANCE! STAY AWAY FROM IGGY!" he yelled as he bolted toward the kitchen. I stood in shock of what just happened until I felt Russia rest his head on mine.
"That was interesting," he said quietly. "Now, what are we going to do with that jealousy?"
I blushed violently as he kissed me on the head.
(America's POV)
France is sooo dead when I get my hands on him. As soon as I heard his name, I bolted to the kitchen, only to find them not there. I frantically searched my whole house, fearing what the French man would do. When I didn't find them anywhere in the house, I ran to my backyard. Maybe they went out there?
As soon as I set foot on the back porch, I stopped to stare at the scene before me. France was hanging for dear life onto the top of a wooden totem pole that I had kept from back when I befriended the Natives and was given it for a peace gift. Down below, England was shouting at the top of his lungs.
"FRANCE! YOU GET DOWN HERE THIS INTANT SO I CAN KILL YOU FOR KISSING ME! No wait….. GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN MARRY YOU! No, he should die. Nah, he can totally marry me and wear all the dresses that I plundered back in the day! WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW?! I WOULD KNOW EVERYTHING 'CAUSE I'M YOU! NO, THERE'S ONLY ONE ME!" he screeched at the top of his lungs. France clung tighter to the totem, frightened of England's split personality.
I covered my mouth, feeling a laugh coming on. It served France right for taking advantage of my father like that. If only I had a camera now. I slowly went to a chair that was set up on my porch and watched them, trying to control my laughter. However, it was short-lived as the smell of burning food reached my nose. My eyes widened as I heard China screaming. I bolted out of my seat to the kitchen, where I found China screaming orders at Russia as he tried to save the food that he had apparently left cooking.
"Russia! Get the ladle! I need to stir it before it burns even more!" he shouted in panic, putting on gloves and taking the food off the stove to put it on the table. Russia fumbled around, not knowing where everything was located in my kitchen. When he finally found a ladle in a drawer, he turned and started to run to China, not seeing that the nation was right behind him. Another shriek ensued as they collided with each other, the pot of food flying through the air and landing on the floor next to them. The contents scattered everywhere, steam rising from it. Russia lay on top of China, a little dazed from what just happened. China, however was struggling to get out from under him, the weight too much to handle for the smaller of the two.
I sighed and walked over, lifting Russia just a little to release the Chinese man. He scrambled out, gasping for air. After he had caught his breath, he looked around at the destruction. "Aiyaa, I can't believe that my food was destroyed!" he looked over at Russia with annoyance. "This was all your fault!"
That made him jerk upright in my grip, making the cloth slip out of my fingers. "Kolkol. Don't blame this on me. You could have not walked right behind me, then you wouldn't have been in this mess, da?" An evil aura surrounded him, warning anyone who dared speak or touch him that they would be destroyed.
However, China didn't seem to notice it. "You knew that I was trying to save my masterpiece, so you should have been more careful! Now it's ruined all because of you!" I quickly decided to depart, knowing what would come next. As I exited the kitchen, sure enough, Russia was yelling at the top of his lungs and carrying on. I'm glad I'm not China right now.
I headed back to the porch to see what had happened with England and France since I was gone. They were still in the same positions as last time, with France up the totem and England on the ground. Except this time England couldn't decide if he was going to stay until the French man came down, or if he should go make some food. I cringed at the thought, but still sat down in my seat again, watching to see how things played out.
"America!" I perked up and turned as I heard someone call me. Rossier was back with Veruko, along with two other fairies. One of them had neon green wings, a lavender dress, black hair and blue eyes. The other had aqua wings, a green Victorian style dress, red hair, and brown eyes. I smiled and held my hand out to Rossier so she could land. The others all alighted on the railing that surrounded most of my porch, sitting down so that their feet dangled over the edge.
"Rossier! Veruko! I was hoping to see you soon! Who are the other two with you?" I asked, nodding to the two fairies with neon green and aqua wings.
Veruko piped in. "The one with red hair is Azeira, and the one with black hair is Linten!" Each fairy curtsied as their name was called.
I nodded again, this time as an acknowledgement toward them.
"America, we probably won't be able to help with England's predicament, but we can direct you to another person who has the sight before Veruko and I's spell wears off," Rossier said.
I looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean, 'spell wears off'?"
She looked at me sadly. "Our magic is limited, so the seeing spell only lasts for one day, along with the listening spell. You won't be able to hear or see us anymore, and the spells rarely work twice on one person."
Sorry that there's a cliffhanger that leaves off on a sadder note! By the way, so far, what Insane Iggy does everyone like? Pirate, France fashion designer, Chibi England, sing-songy, Russian, duelist, human, fairie scaredy, panda kissing thief or whatever else insane Iggy there is? This is only if you want to tell me. I, for one, like it when he is indecisive of whether to marry the Frenchy, or kill him! The song that England was Rin and Len Kagamine's "Karakuri Burst". I will try my best for those who aren't satisfied with Insane England, and I'm sorry that I apologize too much. If it annoys anyone, please do your best to ignore my apologetic ranting and remember that I was kinda raised to be very apologetic! I decided to make the FrxUk pairing because my friend, GlambertNoelle, would probably kill me in my sleep if I made it all UsxUk. Thank you for sticking with my story and I hope that you all end up liking it as much as I like writing it!
