Black or White 2
White.
White.
White.
Here and there, it is all white.
He blinked.
Why was everything so white?
It hurt his eyes a bit. His body felt comfy though, like he had a good sleep.
He sat up in the white bed and looked around confused. He couldn't remember where he was. It was so white. It made him feel uneasy.
He looked around again and spotted a door. Just as he decided that he was going to get out of the bed and escape from the white room, it opened.
A man with red-brown hair stood there gaping at him like he was bright purple. The door slammed shut again and a yell came from outside it.
"SEAMUS! COLIN! He's awake! He's awa~" It was fading though as if the voice's owner was moving away. There were also footsteps that sounded like running. He blinked again in surprise as he sat in the bed.
The footsteps returned followed by two others, loud and fast.
The door flew open again.
The first man with reddish brown hair was accompanied by another auburn haired man and a man with blondish brown curly hair.
"He's awake! See! I told ye, Ireland!" The tallest man, called Ireland apparently, looked a mixture between relief, disbelief and happy.
"Oor brother is awake again!" The short auburn was still yelling, grinning happily and bouncing like a child. He hoped over to the bed. "Foos yer doos?"
"Huh?" The man laughed.
"How ye feeling, silly? Ye been asleep fer a while. Three whole days!"
"Paddy, calm down please…" A quiet voice distracted him. The blonde appeared at the other side of the bed. He didn't notice him move at all. The man in bed gulped slightly.
"Uh. Fine." He answered the auburn man's question quickly. All three men smiled at him. They looked tired; pale, taunt skin with dark rings under their eyes.
Suddenly the tallest, 'Ireland', stopped smiling and scowled slightly.
"I wasnae bothered at all."
The smiley one cocked his head. "He's just lying 'cause he's proud. He was worried tha entire time."
"No, I wasnae. I ken he was going to be fine! He's a tough one."
The reply was a loud, boisterous laugh. "Just don't do this again, broth! We all missed you, ye eejit!"
"Aye…"
"I guess so ya wee bampot."
"That means we loved ya!" The smiling auburn answered cheerfully.
The bed-ridden man cleared his throat; it felt dry and crackly from under use and little hydration.
"Who are you?" He asked.
The room fell silent.
"Don't ya remember us?" The quiet one asked quickly, to confirm anything before there was panic.
"Should I?"
Suddenly the shorter auburn man stopped smiling. He looked shaken up, his eyes were wide and damp looking, his bottom lip quivered and his entire body was stiff. He looked like a child trying his hardest not to cry. His expression had changed so quickly.
The look of upset and distress made the bedded man worry. He didn't want this man to be sad for some reason.
Ireland who stood behind him didn't appear sad, just edgy, like he might snap and attack at any time.
The blonde seemed only solemn, obviously the most mature and probably the oldest despite having a smaller stature.
The smaller auburn suddenly started shaking and hiccupping with his eyes becoming more watery, though he didn't shed any tears. The blonde spoke softly.
"Take North Ireland out before he gets anymore upset…. Help calm him down."
'Ireland' gripped 'North Ireland's' fore arm in a painful looking hold before dragging him from the room. Just as he left the man burst into tears. Ireland didn't seem in any state to help calm someone down when he was obviously just as distressed, even if he showed it differently.
The brunette/blonde was left alone with him. He dragged a chair to the side of the bed and sat down in it. He placed his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands and let out a long, heavy sigh, like the weight of existence was on his shoulders.
"What dee you remember?"
"Remember?" He thought as he stared at the blonde in the chair.
He had never thought about it before but he didn't actually remember anything. He knew how to eat and dress himself and go to the bathroom. Basic things like that. There was nothing personal in his mind though, nothing that suggested who he was or anything about his history.
"I don't think I remember anything…." He whispered, turning to stare at the ceiling.
It was white.
White.
White.
White.
Here and there, it is all white.
Like his memories. A muffled voice spoke to him and he turned to the blonde. It said something familiar but he could not hear or understand it properly.
"Excuse me?"
The blonde looked up confused. "I neva said anything."
"Ah." The blonde sighed again.
"I suppose I should tell ya who we are…" He paused and stared into the green eyes of the man in bed. He looked thoughtful before he closed his eyes.
He remained quiet, still and with his eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. He opened them again, seeming less strained. He spoke quietly but his voice was actually rather beautiful if you properly listened to it. It raised and fell perfectly, making it interesting and nice to hear. If only he spoke louder.
"My name is Cymru. Translated inta English is Wales. Humans call me Colin though. Colin Kirkland."
He paused again to close his eyes, like he was resting again. The bedded man waited patiently, guessing that this was how he expressed his stress; by becoming like a statue.
Ireland became tense and ready to snap, North Ireland broke down, Wales froze.
He wondered what he did.
He couldn't remember.
"I am tha fourth born brother. The first man ya saw is called North Ireland or Tuaisceart Éireann. Humans call him Patrick Kirkland or Paddy fer short. He is the third oldest." He gulped and closed his eyes briefly.
"The other was Ireland or Seamus Duffy Kirkland. Ireland is called Éire but that's an auld name like Cymru and Tuaisceart Éireann…. He's tha second oldest…."
"Who is the oldest?"
The man had a feeling he knew the answer though. A feeling in his gut told him he knew who it was. His skin crawled with the truth. The man in bed felt that he must be the oldest; that he is the oldest.
This man talking to him must be his youngest brother!
The blonde became to answer him. "The oldest brother is…" The bedded man held his breath, waiting for an answer he knew would come.
"Another man called Alba, or in modern times - Scotland. His other name is Iain Stewart Kirkland… Unfortunately… He is also… hospitalised…" He trailed off, biting his bottom lip before closing his eyes again.
What? That can't be true. It felt like he was the oldest.
"What?" His disbelief was obvious.
However Wales mistook the disbelief's reason.
"He was hospitalised on the same day as ya… A gunshot to tha head and other shots to his chest… There are various knife wounds on his arms too." The bedded man stared at his pale hands on the white bed sheets.
"What's my name then? Why am I here?"
"You are England. Humans call you Arthur Kirkland. Some people call you Britain… As for why you are here… We dinnae know…"
He blinked.
He was…. Arthur?...
That felt foreign and wrong but also right?
"Ye didnae have any injuries or any reason to collapse. You have been asleep for 3 days. We had a suspicion it was ta do with a bank robbery but we're nae sure…. Actually we had hoped ye would tell us but…"
But he had lost all his memories…
Arthur knew he should feel panicked or worried or even confused at having being in hospital with amnesia but he felt strangely calm.
White everywhere, inside and out.
He sighed leaning back on his pillow, wondering what he was meant to do next.
(A/N - I was going to post this story on Tuesday but I was banned from submitting for a few days... Turns out my Scotland letters were not allowed because Q&As are against 'Da Rulez'
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Yeah the vocaloid song for this story is REALLY obvious now... (If you know vocaloid.) SarcasticCynicalNinja has already won the other one. It was in fact 'Black Cats of the Eve'.
Wow - you guys sure have crazy theories! I loved hearing them! Lots of you are leaning towards the robbers being other countries like the rest of Britain or the bad touch trio. Of I am neither going to confirm or denial whether that is true or not.
My favourite theory so far includes England and Scotland being set up to be hated by everyone because they kicked the bad guy's puppy. (AzmariaHarmony - I hope you recover from being shot repeatedly soon!)
Which might also be true.
However - this chapter has none of the answers to confirm/denial the theories you guys have suggested so far. I hope it adds a weird twist to the events and give you guys more conspiracies.
SO TELL ME ANY NEW THEORIES! I loved the first ones so much - I'm curious to see if this has spurred on any more!
Also - I have a poll on favourite Scotland pairing on my profile for anyone who wants to vote.
REVIEW PLEASE!)