Readers,
HaHA! You are lucky, after all!
Uh, so my last chapter was short and ended. . . Strangely. Eh, but from here on out, things will twist rather dramatically. I may not follow the story at all. Oh, and I don't need to talk to Dakota anymore. I got a better idea. Apparently, Prussia has a thing for Mari, which I wasn't planning on doing, but I was bored and I wrote the last chapter at 1:30 last night. Holy shit, I'm dying! Too much smoke from the damn campfire!
Oh, and for all of you who were curious, I have no firsthand experience with cystic fibrosis. I wanted to give my main character an interesting trait, and decided to use a terminal illness. I got the disease from Chi-Chan11, and my older sister helped me with the details. Thanks big sis! Oh, but my aunt knew a girl in 4th grade who had cystic fibrosis. One day she went home sick, and she didn't come back. If that counts, then my aunt has firsthand experience, but not me.
Urf. . . Dying. Well, enjoy.
Otto-Chan.
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I sat on the bed, still feeling tired, but unable to sleep. Everyone else had gone to sleep on the soft plush beds that Germany had somehow built (AN: How the hell did he do that without supplies?) in the large safe room. I found myself wondering what all had happened while I slept earlier, and that one thought had turned into a churning ocean of anxiety and stress that I really didn't need right now.
I could see Prussia sleeping on his own bed close to me. My fight with him had ended a little awkwardly. He was laughing, and I yelled at him, then I coughed up some blood and scared the crap out of him. If you've ever heard a toddler squeal, that's how Prussia's scream sounded. It was actually really funny. Although it did kind of hurt my ears.
Now I was just sitting there. The lights were off in most of the room, but I still saw a faint glow from the kitchen where a lamp was on. Deciding I wouldn't be able to sleep no matter what, I got up and went to make something to eat. I'm pretty good at cooking, and I usually did that at home. Since cystic fibrosis is a genetic disorder and isn't a communicable disease, I can cook and be around other people, and they won't get sick. The only thing is that I can't be around other CF patients.
Once I got into the kitchen, I started looking around for different ingredients. Every ingredient I could ever need for anything from a bowl of cereal to something as advanced as coq au vin, which is, like, chicken cooked in red wine. It's supposed to be pretty hard to make, but I did it once (After failing like a billion times). I pulled some lamb meat out of the freezer. (AN: Seriously, Doitsu, what the fuck!?)
I minced the lamb meat, put it in a bowl for later, and got to work on some other parts to the dish, peeling and chopping tomatoes, cracking and scrambling an egg, chopping up one red chili pepper. I worked on the dish for almost an hour when people started waking up.
"Ve~, what are you doing, Mari~?" Italy asked, being a total ditz.
"I'm cooking." I told him. When Britain and America looked rather concerned, I laughed a little. "Don't worry guys. I can't get you sick. Cystic fibrosis is a genetic disorder. And I'm pretty good at cooking."
"That's true~!" Xenzik mused.
"Yeah, I like Mari's cooking, too." Aja admitted. "Especially when she makes us butterscotch pudding. I love that stuff!"
Some of the more mature countries (Not including China, because he's a trusting person) didn't look so sure. Ignoring their irritating looks, I mixed all the ingredients together with my hands, and started molding small portions of the mix into sausage shapes. I put all the sausages into a frying pan that I'd doused with oil and started frying them until they were golden brown on all sides. I took them off of the heat and pulled out a large serving platter, crushing up some baked pita chips along the surface of it, and poured yogurt and tomato sauce on them. I put the sausages on top, then sprinkled them with paprika, sumac, pine nuts, parsley, salt, and pepper.
"Here you go, guys." I held the platter towards them. "Turkish layered kofte. It's my best dish."
No one looked very willing to try it besides the humans in the group. All of the countries just shifted uncomfortably. "It's just. . ." Japan started, trying to explain.
"Turkey's a bastard!" Romano finished for him. "None of us want his food!"
"But this isn't Turkey's food." I glared directly at Romano. "It's my food, and I'm not Turkey. Try it before you judge it." I held the platter out to the countries, then frowned like I was upset. "I might cry if you don't. . ." Everyone reached for one of the kofte.
I laughed a little as they all ate it and obviously liked it. "Haha! Oh, that always works on men."
~~~Later~~~
Prussia and I were walking around the house alone. Shortly after I made 'breakfast', Britain had the simply marvelous idea to have us all look around the house for a possible way out. Since no one had a better idea, we did that. We originally went as a large group; Britain, America, Spain, Romano, Prussia, and myself. Apparently Britain wanted to make Spamano uncomfortable without realizing that UsUk was a popular pairing.
However, since we suck at staying together, we got separated, and now I'm stuck with this idiot. "Uuuuuuuuh. . ." Prussia tried to start a conversation, but I ignored his pathetic attempt. "Are you. . . getting tired? We can go ba-."
"No." I interrupted. I was very interested in the house. "I think we should keep looking for a way ou-, HOLY FREAKING CRAP!" My scream was so loud, that I think everyone in the house must have heard me.
"What!?" Prussia looked absolutely freaked out.
"First of all, how are you not used to the way I do things yet?" I asked. "Oh, but secondly, why the fuck don't we just chop down the God damned door!?"
Prussia stayed quiet for a second before slamming his head against the wall in misery. "Agh! Why the hell didn't I think of that!?"
"Because you're an idiot." I reminded him helpfully.
The two of us ran back to the safe room as fast as we could and shared my idea with everyone else.
"Shit!" Aja yelled, absentmindedly slamming her fist into Romano's face.
"Wow." America face-palmed. "And we didn't even think to try breaking down the door."
"I blame Romano~!" Spain declared.
"Da fuck!?" The bitchy Italian yelled at his future husband.
" You said you couldn't pull the door open, so there was nothing we could do there."
"You MF-er!" Romano lunged at Spain and tackled him to the ground, making all of the girls in the room squeal.
"What the hell's happening?" Vixue asked, staring at the raging fangirls.
"This is almost as beautiful as Itacest!" Ivy squeaked. Aja, Xenzik, and myself stared at her in shock.
"What the hell!?" Aja asked.
"You actually support that?" Xenzik tried to stay calm.
"What the hell's Itacest!?" Romano demanded from his spot on top of Spain.
"Pretty much what it sounds like." I explained. "A forbidden romance between Romano and Venenziano, the two representations of Italy."
The entire room was silent as Italy stared in shock, his mouth gaping open, and Romano seemed to have passed out.
"There are a lot of pairings." I explained. "Greece and Japan, Turkey and Greece, Spain and Romano, Britain and America, Germany and Italy, France and Britain, America and Russia, Russia and Lithuania, Russia and China, Canada and America, Canada and Prussia, Canada and France, Prussia and Hungary, Prussia and Austria, Japan and Turkey, The Ottoman Empire and Greece, Prussia and Prussia-."
"Wait, what's that?"
"Oh, that's just Prussia falling in love with himself in a false sense of narcissism."
". . ."
"So no one's going to talk now?" Aja sneered at the shocked group, and Prussia was hiding in his emo corner.
"Sorry, but this is all pretty normal to us. . ." Xenzik looked a little embarrassed.
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and that wasn't even half of them. We left out the Nordics."
The room stayed silent until America spoke up. "W-why don't we go see if we can break the door down?" Everyone nodded and we filed out.
"Oi, Iggy!" I yelled.
"What?" England turned around, looking a little pissed.
"First, ahahaha! You answered to Iggy!" I laughed at him. "Second, I don't think you're schizophrenic. The flying mint bunny is probably real."
England smiled. "Of course he is~! He comes to visit me a lot~! Wait, why?"
"Because Aja's schizophrenic." I explained. "There's no way you're anything like her. I also know, or at least have a theory, that the flying mint bunny is directly related to British mythology."
Iggy didn't reply, but nodded like he understood where I was coming from. "ARRRGGHHH!" Down the staircase, Aja was beating the crap out of the door with her pipe, but it wouldn't budge. Not one bit. "Why the hell won't this work!?"
"What? The door can't be broken down?" I walked over, pushing Aja out of the way and put a hand on the door. I slammed on the door with my fist, but it was more like a stone wall than a door. "I got it. The game is designed specifically so you can't just walk out through the door and end the story. But the wall is only here." I knocked on the wall, and heard the kind of sound you'd expect a wall to make.
"Here . . ." I reached into my bag and pulled out a few small cylinders with fuses attached at the ends.
"Fireworks?" America guessed.
"Dynamite." I corrected, receiving tons of shocked looks from the gullible crowd. "I'm kidding, dumbasses. They are fireworks."
I placed a row of fireworks in front of the wall. "But I'm hoping he won't know that." I smirked a little, thinking about the Oni trying to put the 'dynamite' out before the wall breaks. "All I need is for that thing to try to put these out. Russia. America. You two are the strongest. Come with me. The rest of you, hide, but stay close."
I turned to look at Ivy. "When your sister was beaten to death, did the Oni leave cracks in the wall?"
She looked confused for a second before answering. "Y-Yeah. . .?"
"Mari, are you gonna. . ." Xenzik started, probably hoping I'd finish for her.
"Yeah, that thing we talked about earlier." I told her. "The last resort in case we couldn't break the door down. We break the wall down.
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My plan was coming together as America and Russia dragged the piano down the stairs. "Set it by the door, please." I asked, arranging furniture to create the perfect trap. I felt so confident in my plan. Even if Steve didn't have a solid physical form, there was no way this could fail if the wall and piano where the same as a real wall and piano.
I smiled when the trap was completed. "Alright. Now for some bait." I grinned and pulled out one of my favorite things in the world; a match. I swiped it against the wall and the tip of the match lit up with a bright, yet small flame. I lit up all four fireworks, and sat back to watch as the fuse on the first one grew lower and lower. As the flame neared the end of the fuse, I felt myself starting to worry that the monster wouldn't show up.
Just then, I heard heavy footsteps from down the hall, and turned to see Steve running in between the two couches I'd moved. They were set in a fashion so the Oni could enter, but he could never leave. That same sort of trap was set on all natural entrances. There was no escape, but Steve didn't seem to notice as he began putting out the fireworks.
"Hey, Steve!" I called, getting his attention away from the last firework. "Kaboom!"
BOOM!
The firework exploded in the Oni's face, sending him back into the stairs.
"What the hell!?" America shouted. "I thought you said those were fireworks!"
I smiled innocently. "Three of them were." I turned back to Steve who was trying to stand, stumbling and holding the wall to support himself. As soon as he stood, I charged him, without my sword. He took a swing at me, and I dodged, landing near the piano.
"Wow. You're as slow as you are stupid!" I called, the childish insult clearly irritating the monster. He lunged at me, and I moved again, allowing him to pick up the piano. I stood by the wall where the bomb had gone off, smirking at the small cracks the monster had failed to notice. I turned back to him and laughed. "Now throw that at me, s hard as you possibly can~!"
My teasing voice aggravated the creature so much, that he threw the piano harder than I had expected him to, and I just barely dodged it. The piano collided with the wall at such a speed and with such power, that there was a huge crash, and the entire foyer was covered in dust. America, Russia, Steve and I all stared, waiting to see what the damage was.
The second the dust cleared, I lit up like a firefly's ass.
The piano had completely taken out the wall. A huge gaping hole remained in the side of the house where we could all escape through. But, of course, we weren't quite finished. That's the beauty of my master plan. "Spain! Now!" I shouted, grabbing onto the Oni's wrist like a clingy toddler to her mother.
As soon as I called for him, Spain jumped down from the stairs, expertly swinging his axe, and slicing cleanly through the Oni's neck. The throat, being a vital point, is something that he wouldn't be able to fix. My theory was that the Oni only disappeared to heal himself, and that something that would definitely kill him couldn't be healed.
I was right.
Unlike the other times when he'd disappear and leave no trace of himself, this time the Oni dropped to the ground and lay there. Blood gushed from the wound, and his huge black eyes dulled to a sort of grey color. Everyone came out of their hiding spots to see. We stood there and stared at him for almost five minutes. No one could speak. The Oni, the monster that killed two innocent humans, that trapped me in a cell with three idiots, was dead
"What do we do, now?" Aja asked, looking down in disgust at the huge, grey thing. No one answered her for awhile before I remembered something.
"The wall!" I ran over to the huge hole in the wall and stuck my arm through, like I needed to be reassured of it being a reality.
"We can leave!" Italy cried, burying his face in Doitsu's chest, making him blush.
As soon as everyone was outside the gate to the house, Aja, Xenzik, and I looked at each other. "Why haven't we been sent back yet?" Zik fretted.
"You want to go back?" Aja questioned, glaring at the girl who was practically her sister.
"Wait." I stopped them from bickering again. "We just killed the guy that brought us here."
"Yeah?" The two asked in unison.
"What if he was our only way out?"
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"Aww, Hell yeah!" Aja cheered, while Xenzik face-palmed and cursed herself.
"What happened?" Prussia asked, France and Spain trailing just behind him.
"We cut the head off of our only way back home." I told him coolly.
"Ahahaha! Who did that?" Spain asked.
"You did, idiot."
Most of the countries were standing a little farther off, talking to people on their phones. France and Spain went to join them, but Canada and Russia came over to stand by Prussia. "So, you guys need a place to stay?" Prussia asked.
"The little pipe girl come to live with me, da?" Russia held a hand out to Aja like a true gentleman.
"I wouldn't mind if Xenzik wanted to stay with me for awhile. . ." Canada whispered.
"Hey, Ivy and Vixue can come to live with me!" America yelled from about a foot away.
"Prussia." I got the 'awesome' ex-nation's attention. "Why would you want me to stay with you?"
Prussia blushed a little and leaned in closer so only I could hear him. "I. . . I guess I kind of have a crush on you. . ."
I smiled and turned back to Aja and Xenzik. "Called it." Aja boasted.
"What?" Prussia seemed confused.
"Aja was trying to convince me that you liked me back."
"Back?"
"Uh, I mean. . ." Shit. How did I explain that? "I may or may not have mutual feelings for you."
"Ooooooooooooooooooh~~~!" The whole crowd of nations laughed at my awkwardness.
"Shut up!" I shouted at them.
"Well?" Prussia held out a hand. "Shall we go?"
I stared at the East German for a minute before smiling. "Yeah, sure."
~~~~~The End~~~~~
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HOOOOOOOLYYYYYY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIT! That last chapter took FOREVER to write! Urf. Never mind, I have no regrets. Well, not with this story, anyway. Oh, and for those of you who want a bit more, I will be writing a bonus chapter focusing on the aftermath of this story.
Thanks so much to everyone that had a hand in this. Here's a list of all the epic people and websites that helped with this story (Using pennames for authors on ).
Himiwari-Chan (Aja)
Anibell (Ivy)
Neeky-Chan (Xenzik)
Chi-Chan11 (Lin; Gave me the idea for CF)
Silent Phantom gal (Suggested the Itacest comment.)
A friend from my school (Ami)
My big sis (Told me more about CF)
Web MD (I got most of my CF knowledge from this site.)
Cook. Eat. Blog. (A website I learned about Turkish layered kofte on.)
Thanks so much to everyone, and please review!
Peace,
Otto-Chan.