Hello! Heres chapter two! Warning... some America and France and Russia bashing.
Salty taste of tears fill my nostrills; irradicating all other smells. Seeping from my nose into my dry mouth like a fog rolling over my tounge and trickling down my throat. I sob. Violently, sending me to the crisp cream carpet that was – until moments ago – under my feet.
As the sobs subside, pale eyelids retrack from their protective positions covering bloodshot and tired eyes. Black pupils shrink almost inhumanly fast as the endless azure orbs are hit with the onslaught of light. Beads of sweat roll down the pale forehead, causing wheat-coloured hair to stick to the cold skin. Anguish on the aryan face as plain as day.
Six other men occupy the large and barren room. On the far left, a small chinese man with long auban hair tied at the nape of his slender neck. He wears a lightly creased green uniform with a red band fastened snugly around the top of his left arm. In his arms he holds a large panda plushie, holding it close to himself. Or though there is a small spark of regret on his face, he looks weary.
Slightly behind the weary man stands a blonde haired frenchman, his normally hansome features clouded with hate. His bright blue coat and cloak clash with fire-red trousers that cling to his legs like a second skin.
Next to the Frenchman – with one arm flung around the latter's shoulders – is an obnoxious American, addorned in his normal attire; plain suit underneith a brown leather jacket. Instead of stuffing his face with "hamburgers", his mouth is upturned into a vile smirk. Hungry for "Justice" to be served.
The forth and final member of the group standing infront of the wheat-haired aryan was tall – the tallest person in the room – and built akin to a strong oak. Violet eyes gleam in childish glee as he stares at the two men leaning against the oposite wall. Dressed in his tan knee-length coat with his many gleaming medels adorning it and his prized scarf made his already broad shoulders even more prominent.
I feel someone fall to the ground beside me and pull me into a bone-crushing hug. Prussia... East Germany, as he will now be called. I turn in his arms and wrap mine around him, trying to stop them from tearing us apart.
"Dude, times up." says the American in his annoying "hero" voice
"It's over when I say it's over Yankie"I growl at him, earning myself a kick from the Frenchman. As he does so, I hear soft "Kolkolkol" from Russia while he pulls my brother away from me like he weighs nothing.
"Don't. No, just give the awesome me more time. Lud! LUD! STAY SAFE!" Gilbert shouts to me as he is dragged from the room.
"Gil! GILLL!" I shout back. I try to follow him, but the American, Frenchman and Chinese man push me back. "Why? WHY BREAK US APART? DON'T YOU EVEN CARE?" I scream into their faces.
"Deal with it" France spits out.
"C'mon, lets go" America murmers to France. They turn to leave.
"China, C'mon leave that Nazi scum" America yells to china, completely ignoring the only other person left in the room apart from China and myself.
"Give it time, you will be reunited with your brother again, aru... I'm sorry." China whispers to me, then follows the other two out of the room, closing the door with a loud "Bang".
"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to stop them my friend. I tried, I honestly tried, but they wouldn't hear it. They want you to stay crippled, so you can't start another war." I hear a soft voice mingled with a strong british accent woven into every syllable. I turn around to look at the Britain, one of my only friends left, Arthur.
"... It's alright Arthur. There was nothing you could have done. Thank you for trying." I say as I stumble over to him, only to slump by his side.
"America, France and I each have control over a sector of West Germany, but they have given me... custody, over you, per say." I simply nod
"It's better than having to live with the Yank or the Frog. However, I must inist... I'm doing ALL the cooking, ja?"
"Knock yourself out Ludwig" he replies laughing quietly. We sit on the carpet, leaning on the wall, staring at the closed door for near an hour, until Arthur clears his throat.
"We should go soon, we need to get your personal effects, then catch the plane to England. Anyway, you need to rest." I lean my head on his shoulder.
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