Peter Pendragon
The South Pole, Antarctica
October 16, 2163
Solitary confinement... I wasn't in Solitary anymore... I was there for about 1/2 a year and then I was put back in a normal cell. The warden actually scolded the guards for putting such a young man in Solitary. I was young but I wasn't small anymore. I had grown alot in the time before I was sent to jail.
The warden thought that being in solitary affected my sanity. No, that's not true; he 'knew' that solitary had affected my sanity. I hadn't been sane in a long long time. I hadn't been sane since before my dear friend Iceland acknowledged me as a nation. I had lost my self but my time in solitary had actually helped me to regain my sanity... I had become a rather small empire, having conquered all of Britain, and I had used my friends to become the person that I had been; someone who I did not want to be.
I had never wanted to hurt England... I just wanted to prove that I was a strong nation... I just wanted to show him that I could be a good nation... I lost myself and I think I hurt him... I never got mad at him after 2012 because I was so scared that the bloody world would end that I wanted to be nice... 150 years of no anger... passive agression... that's how it was... I snapped and lost control of myself... Belarus, Seychelles, and Seborga all helped me to capture him and put him under my control... I overworked him... I beat him... I... raped him... I made him scared to even walk down the street by himself... I made him self concious of all his faults... I made him want to die... I made him- I made him- I made him- It was all my fault...
"Heheheh... I thought that the solitary would make me more sane but it just made me less sane in a completely different way..." I said, laughing softly.
I sighed and closed my eyes, 2 years down... 198 to go...
~A/N- Here is the Promised New Years fic! Sealand examining his mind and finding that he never wanted to hurt England in the first place (but he still hurt Iggy. *glares at Sealand* Bad Sea-kun!)