Hey! Sorry for being gone so long…I just had no ideas. I still don't really have any ideas XD Soooo- this is just what pops up in my head randomly.
It's…idk. I think this is going to be the last chapter T.T Like an end to my beginning XD
Life is way too short to take it slow.
That was the motto most of the nations kept when they fell in love with humans. Or hell, fell in love with other nations. Humans might think these crazy bastards went way faster than they needed to, but it was because of that motto. So they caved into only loving other nations. That of course, started a ton of fights and outbreaks because of wanting the same person.
Rape was a lot more common among the nations because of it as well. Males and females alike were getting forced into sex. They couldn't have kids anyway, so it was fine. Or at least it was, in their heads. Everything was okay as long as it had nothing to do with humans or anyone that wasn't a nation in their minds. Nothing was wrong with just talking to your boss, but it was wrong if it got personal.
England was a strong believer of no talking to humans. So much so he didn't even report to his boss anymore. Because of this, his nation started to slowly collapse. But with their minds already as crazy as possible, it wasn't a problem. Fading wasn't a problem, you just painted yourself into the page thicker. That was their way for everything. Just paint yourself into the page thicker, and everything would be okay.
Everyone gave everyone large smiles. Painted smiles that were so stretched, you swore you could see the skin cracking at the edges. With a tilted head and a large smile, their eyes would swirl. Pools of pinks and blues, or reds and whites. Anything that would tell you they were long gone. But you wouldn't know with some of them. They were calm, and didn't do much wrong.
Others that had lost themselves in insanity would run around with objects they found laying somewhere near by, swinging them around and screaming they would hit someone with them. They would start petty child-like battles with the objects, fingers or hair getting cut off in the process of swinging stuff around in the air.
The smell of blood, sex, and sweat filled the air in the rooms they entered or had been in. No one cleaned anything, so messes also tended to follow their path. With how fast fingers would grow back when cut off, fingers and toes also littered rooms the nations had entered for their ''meetings.'' Most of them were half faded from just staying in the now abandoned building in England, never seeing the outside world.
Weeks after all of the nations had lost it they were laying in an empty room, staring at the cracking ceiling in awe. The cracks were slowly growing but they paid no mind to that, only to the fact that the cracks made a pretty design. With the ceiling finally breaking down a large chunk of the ceiling fell on some of the nations, blood seeping out from under it. Some of the others sat up to look at it in confusion before laying back down, but most stayed laying down with curious stares at the hole in the ceiling.
The ceiling continued to crack, more and more nations getting smashed under the pressure. Blood seeped into the once white carpeting and got other nations wet, the stickiness clinging to them. Eventually the last nation alive got smashed as well, darkness filling up their vision. A sharp light took the darkness away and the other nations were waving, broad natural grins on their faces. They waved for him to come to them, to get out of the darkness. A few cautious steps later all of the nations were safe and happy, the Earth laying destroyed behind them.
Life is way too short to take it slow. Now they had forever, and life would never be too short ever again.
Annnndddd! That's a wrap. Didja like it? I'm done with this now I think. But I'll be posting more. My Neverland series is the one I'm working on next. ^~^