Heeey, people! McFishy here, I have terrible news… I'm not writing the fourth chapter to this fanfic; this is now a discontinued fanfiction. There will be no story after this authors note, so don't bother reading on because there isn't going to be another 2,610 words after this… Goodbye everyone!
South Korea- Im Yong Soo, France- Francis Bonnefoy, England- Arthur Kirkland, Japan- Kiku Honda, Taiwan- Meimei, China- Wang Yao, Hong Kong- Wang Jia Long.
Chapter 4- I'm Just Kidding Ya!
Why do they keep trying to get information out of me…? I've told them everything I can remember, they left to run some 'errands' so I get some time to myself. This time they lowered the chains, and kept the lamp on. I found that I can stretch the chains far enough to be a foot away from the table before my arms feel like they're going to be ripped out. I tried all I could to snatch another loaf, but it was on the far side of the table, the only thing I could reach were the torture tools. I could always scoot the table my way, but they had it welded to the ground.
I ripped off the plastic wrap so my legs could fully function; they were so numb from moving that they had gone ice cold. The bottom half of my hanbok is stained in blood; and some of my wounds are starting to get infected. I hope the others will come soon, how would they like being trapped here for several days with nothing to do? If I get out of here I hope that Arthur and Francis are put in prison for their actions, they have no right to do this to another country for information! We are in an age where we can search up almost anything on Wikipedia and get truthful results, have they forgotten about technology?
I did nothing for the next few hours but try to find a comfortable spot; my wounds were troublesome to do so. Even my curl was starting to lose his energy, not that he did anything. It's only been about a day and a half and I already want to die, then again I'm sure anyone would want to. I couldn't really give them anymore information besides my friends' personalities and whatever, but I don't think that's what they're looking for to help them with gaining more land. So I just needed to wait to know what else they'd ask of me.
~Change in POV~
I 'happened' to see Meimei and Kiku in a nearby café and I decided to check up on them, luckily, neither of them saw me when I walked in. I jumped into Kiku's seat and I scrunched him over to the wall.
"Hey, what's going on here? So this is where you guys were going, nice place to be on a first date!" Kiku pushed me off.
"How did you know we were going to be here? We never told you!" I looked off.
"I kind of eavesdropped when you two were talking yesterday." Kiku sighed. Taiwan spoke up.
"Go away Yao, as you probably fail to see, no one wants you here!" We all heard another voice come from somewhere.
"Don't talk like that, Meimei. We should be welcomed here!" Jia Long climbed into Meimei's seat from under the table. "Hey guys." Meimei started fuming.
"How long were you under there for?" Jia Long shrugged.
"I just got here." We all stared at him. "Yeah, that's right, I'm a ninja." After a few more moments of silence I decided to break it.
"Well, I came here because as the eldest of this group, it is my responsibility to make sure all of you are safe! If something happened to any one of you I don't know if I could go on!" Kiku supported his head with his arm on the table.
"Well you should probably go do that now because we think that Im Yong has caught a cold." I froze.
"Wait, he's what?" Kiku nodded.
"Haven't you noticed that he was gone today and at yesterday's conference?" I sat back a bit dumbfounded.
"I can't believe I didn't… That's what was wrong with yesterday; I wonder when he'll get better…" Meimei leaned towards me.
"That's what we were going over before you showed up; we were going to send him some gifts! I was thinking some flowers and candy!" Kiku stepped in.
"I was going to get him a few videogames and new headphones." Jia Long spoke up.
"I was going to Photoshop him a giant poster." Meimei turned to him.
"No you weren't." Jia Long bent over.
"Well that's a shame, because I already made one for him." He pulled out a poster and unrolled it; he and Korea were showing peace signs on a swirling background. I was even a bit confused by this.
"How did you know about it before we even discussed this?" Jia Long rolled the poster back up and put it away.
"I know people." We all gave a few more moments of silence; I never knew Jia Long was this weird. I broke it again.
"Well, I think it's very sweet of everyone to do this for him!" They all nodded. "I guess I'll be the one to deliver it to him!" Kiku spoke up.
"Oh, actually, we were planning on sending the presents to him in two more days. I need to find the right games for him and find some futuristic headsets, and Meimei is still debating on what arrangement of flowers she should buy." Meimei nodded.
"Okay then, I guess I can wait." I stood up and waited for Jia Long to get out of his seat, he decided to get out by jumping onto the table and jumping onto the ground in a ninja roll. "Nice moves." He stood up and gave me the 'sup nod. We walked out of the café and just took a stroll around.
~Change in POV~
I heard the door open and Arthur strolled down with a new rag, Francis followed behind him. He shut the door and followed Arthur in front of the table. Had they failed to see that the chains are still at the fullest and that the plastic wrap had been torn off? Maybe they were going to set me free… Arthur spoke first.
"If it is true what you tell us, then you weren't part of China, he was just helping you out in the past." I nodded. Francis leaned over and whispered something in Arthur's ear; he nodded and turned back towards me. "Do you know anything of Yao's past?"
"Sure, I look up to him, but that doesn't I go snooping around like a fangirl! I don't know anything of his past." He sighed.
"Well then, consider yourself part of the British Empire." They left to let the thought sink in. But how could I? I would now be living with Arthur for God knows how long! Would he try to squash my culture like Kiku tried to do, or would he be more open? I don't care; I'll just sleep it off.
Korea's Dream: (Subtle, hmmm?)
I'm just standing in a dark, endless room
No one else is here for me
No one else is coming
Hands grab at my ankles and try to pull me under
I struggle, but it's useless, there are too many, they're too strong
I reach for anything to grab, anything at all
Something to save me
But there is nothing
No one
I have to fight by myself
I'm pulled under and I fall into another room, this is actually a room though
It's my room
I landed on my bed
The windows are swung wide open
Someone's standing in front of them
Watching the sunrise
But I can't tell who it is
They turn towards me but I still can't make out any features because of the light
They get up and walk to the foot of the bed
They lean towards me and whisper something in Korean
'Mianhaeyo.'
They reach for my face
England shakes me awake, how long have I been out for? I look up at him; he starts to talk to me.
"It's 6 pm, I was going to tell you that I'm terribly sorry for your suffering, I'm willing to help patch up your injuries if you are willing to forgive me. Could you take that step?" There was a bit of silence. I shot up from my position and grabbed his neck, I started to strangle him and he scratched at my arms. Francis came out of nowhere with his pocket knife and stabbed me in my side. I felt the sting all the way up to my arm; I held my side and fell to my knees. I started to fall over and caught myself with my other arm; I should've killed him then. It would've been as easy as a neck break, but I wanted to get all of my anger out first, make him suffer like I did.
I lost all of my energy and fell to the floor; I could feel the tears start to form. But my vision was fading, I could only see the two of them, they exchanged some talk and left me. Once again, I was alone, but this time I'm fainting, not falling asleep.
~Change in POV~
I was staring at my ceiling; I had already eaten dinner and had done training, now I have nothing to do. I don't feel like drawing explicit pictures, I don't have any motivation. I could make one for Im Yong, but Yao wouldn't allow it, he'd rip it up. I have nothing to do; Yao is reading a book or something… I don't feel like doing that. Books are boring.
I sat up; I guess I'll draw something. I sat at my desk and opened my laptop; I clicked onto the internet and saw that Meimei wanted to Skype with me. I opened up Skype and she jumped back at Jia Long suddenly appearing.
"Oh my gosh, you scared the heck out of me. I guess it's still nice to see you, what have you been doing so far?" I shrugged.
"Nothing really, I can't find anything to do. What about you?" She held up a bouquet of multicolored roses.
"I finally found the right kind of flowers for him! Don't they look pretty?" She held them up really close to the camera.
"They're beautiful, I'm sure he'll like them!" She pulled the flowers back and smiled. "And what about the candy?" She snapped out of her happiness and leaned to grab something on the floor, she pulled up a box of truffles.
"Strawberry filled!" I chuckled; she always was a good friend.
~Change in POV~
I woke up in a bed, I tried to sit up but the stab wound prevented me from doing so. I felt for the wound and fingered bandages; at least they were trying to be generous. I inspected my other cuts, they were patched up as well, but they weren't as bad as the gash that Francis had caused. The wrappings were slightly stained red; I guess there was a lot of blood. I finally noticed I was in different clothing, I now had on a light gray shirt, and navy blue shorts.
I used all the strength I had to sit up and I laid my feet on the wooden floor, I was in a basic bedroom with a mirror on the left wall, a dresser, and the twin bed that I was sitting on. I grabbed a post at the front of the bed and tried to stand up, due to lack of nutrition I nearly fell over. I moved over to the dresser and had it support my weight. I was already breathing heavily, but I moved forward. My legs were refusing to walk any further, but I ignored their whining and made it to the door, I just needed to get someone's attention and they'd know that I was awake and alive.
I turned the handle with a great amount of force and I started to fall as the door swung open, I caught myself just before I collapsed and inspected my new surroundings. A thin hallway with pictures hanging along the walls, and almost nothing to grab onto. I sighed but I still trudged forward, I leaned against the wall and edged my way down the hallway. I heard noises somewhere further along and tried to listen, they were faint but I'm sure that it was Francis and England talking. I tried to speed up but the stab wound started to throb, I tightened my grip on the gash and stopped completely, maybe it wasn't worth it.
No, I have to keep going. I picked my head up and let go of the wound, I stood up as straight as possible, the cut started to burn but I tried to put that out of my mind. I walked forward and heard the noise clearer as I pressed on.
"Who… We keep… up, we'll… trouble… They'll notice… Too many… missing!"
"Don't worry… Okay… Keep a secret…" I faltered but got over it and walked closer, I'd say I was about halfway down the hallway by now. I heard someone start to walk away and prepared to be spotted; I stood up tall and could feel my skin start to tear open around a few cuts. My body couldn't take all of this pain and I doubled over, I heard the person turn the corner and run up to me. I lifted my head and saw Arthur grab my shoulders, he supported me and walked me to wherever he was talking. I was led into a kitchen and saw Francis leaning against a counter; he ran over and helped me sit down on a dining chair.
"Sacrebleu, what happened?" I got settled and found a comfortable position where my cuts wouldn't burn.
"I found him bent over in the hallway, he was clutching his gut, I don't know how he managed to get up on his own." Arthur threw a glance at me. I decided it was best to tell them now.
"The general layout of the room I woke up in helped me to make it to the hallway; I was in pain when you found me because I strained myself to go faster." They both gave a slight nod. "I'm fine; really, it's just that I can't stress myself from the wound that Francis gave me." I added a bit of anger to show that I was pissed.
"Well what was I supposed to do? You were strangling my lover!" Arthur glared at him.
"I'm not your lover, what gave you that idea?"
"Don't hide your true feelings, monsieur, I can see right through you!" He tried to bring Arthur into a hug or kiss or something but Arthur swatted his attempt away.
"Get off of me, frog face! I've never loved you!" Francis stepped back.
"Oh, playing hard to get are we? I can wait; it'll only be a matter of time." I raised an eyebrow; does this sort of stuff happen every day?
Another chapter has been completed, and if you aren't very gullible, then you obviously ignored what I stated at the beginning. I'm still going to write more chapters, I'm just sayin'! Please send in ideas to help me work faster and blah blah blah… Well, I guess I don't have anything else to say. So… ~Hasta La Pasta!