Black or White 8
The nurse had been very reluctant to let him go. After it was 3 o'clock in the morning and people were asleep. The nurses would also be very busy, trying to get ICU patients survive the night.
As England walked down the hallways, it was unnaturally quiet and still. The lights in some of the currently unused corridors were switched off completely.
It was eery.
The usual white walls were now coloured black without the lighting.
Black.
Black.
Black.
All here and there, it was all black.
England felt like it matched his situation. His memories were blank, pure white, but his current world was dark, pitch black so he couldn't see the truth.
He was determined to change that though; black or white.
England silently opened the door to Scotland's room and snuck in. The blonde switched on the table lamp as the lights were switched off in here as well.
Arthur examined the body of his brother carefully. He was trying to find some evidence to his suspicions.
His eyes kept wandering to the eye catching scarlet hair. It was different from normal ginger hair of humans that was usually a flamed coloured orange.
England glanced at the oxygen cylinder beside the bedded man. It was reflective enough to see a warped, twisted version of a blonde man with green eyes. While it seemed natural that he was a blonde; like he had been his entire life, his hair colour still felt wrong somehow. It felt like it shouldn't be the corned coloured yellow.
When he saw Scotland's hair for the first time a few day ago, he knew what the hair colour should be. It should be a bloody crimson.
England sighed feeling confused by his own feelings. He knew and felt like he was a blonde but his body gave him a different feeling.
Odd…
Should he be blonde or ginger?
He sighed.
His reason for being here was stupid. Because of some repetitive phrase and a weird dream that may or may not be a memory, he had come to a silly conclusion. A repetitive phrase he had not heard at all since the weird dream at that!
England laughed awkwardly. How could he believe that Scotland and himself switched bodies?
That would make England Scotland.
Though it nagged at him. He had amnesia and if he and his brother had switched bodies and he was Scotland, it was possible to be taught that he was someone else. If that were true, he had been taught to be Arthur when he should have been taught to be Iain!
"Hahaha… Taught to be someone… How absurd." He hollowly laughed at his choice of wording in his musings. "You can't be taught to be someone. You are either that person or not."
He shook his head. This was confusing him more. He had come here in hopes of having some sort of great realisation. How laughable. If he hadn't had an epiphany before when visiting Scotland (or maybe England) then why would it change now. He closed his eyes, wishing desperately for the truth and his memories.
Surrounded by the blackness, he thought.
Though it seemed unreasonable to a normal human, body switching being a sci-fi fantasy, for beings who knew about magic, it was possible. With all the strange events, dreams and fairy, it actually seemed likely.
Yes, he and his brother must have switched places. That meant he was actually Scotland in England's body but since he had no memory, he thought he was England. That was the only plausible reason.
Suddenly he felt two bright green orbs burning into him. England's eyes snapped open, feeling paranoid that someone was staring at him. He looked around the dimly lit room frantically, but no one was there and there was no one at the window. It was just him and Scotland.
He paused to wonder why he thought the peeping eyes were green but was too tired and nervous to dwell on the question.
His eyes fluttered shut again as he attempted to rejoin his train of thought. Though by this time, it was beginning to feel like a runaway train...
Suddenly he felt it again.
He was being watched.
He shuddered slightly, trying to tame his paranoia. There was no one in the room!
Just him and his brot~
His eyes shot open again, feeling like he was short on breath. He stared at his unmoving supposed brother. He remained still, unmoving with his eyes closed.
Arthur gulped slightly as he looked at him.
This was suddenly very, very wrong. He should not be here. he had to leave! NOW!
Arthur could not explain the sudden sense of panic. A hidden instinct was just subconsciously screaming at him that this place was now very dangerous and he had to run away. It felt almost like a life and death thing.
The blonde stood clumsily and stumbled to the door. He felt a cold sweat break out as he fumbled with the door knob before rip the wood structure open. Once in the hallway, he slammed the door slam and leant against the wood.
His chest was drumming loudly with his speeding heart and he could feel hyperventilation creeping up on him. He needed to calm down. He kept repeating to himself mentally that he was just being silly and paranoid. His mantra helped a little but his subconscious was still screaming at him 'Danger! Beware! Run! Escape! Live!'
He closed his eyes and felt relieved as he felt no green eyes glaring through him.
His eyes fluttered open to notice a nurse give him a nervous glance. He smiled back in reassurance before standing up off the door.
England had come to discover two things today.
One - he and his brother had probably switched bodies so he was probably Iain/Scotland.
Two - He was not ever coming back to this room.
However, England had also missed two things today.
One - the fairy who was fluttering worriedly, watching the country and the room he had just left.
Two - Two small blips on Scotland's brain activity monitor, showing two brief moments of consciousness and a large spike when the door was slammed.
(A/N - Holy shit - I was surprised by the number of reviews on the last chapter! I was expecting only one or two. Wow - thank guys!
I haven't actually been online for the last 5 days because I'm in Amsterdam. I only just found a freebie wifi today. I get back to bonnie, auld Scotland on Saturday though so I can continue writing then.
We are getting to the end of this story now. It is still going to be a few more chapters though. I only have the next chapter written and ready to go so I have to finally sit on my ass and write the rest of the story.
Since the last chapter was more of a change over chapter I didn't expect any theories but hey you surprised me. So I'll have another fav/interesting theory call out.
littlemisssunshine13 - I don't think anyone has said the robbers were fairies before. Or that the female robber was one of the Queens! People have mentioned them being magical like a wizard or a wizard but never a faery. Good theory on the robber's identity.
ai-chan-neko-nyaX3 - Whoa that was a long ass theory but I loved reading it! And yeah I sometimes fell primitive for blaming things on the fairies in my stories... Your theory was so amazing deep and complex that I read it twice. I loved it! It was original - saying they switched wounds instead of bodies and then there was the (enchanted) robber's motives for tricking one of the brothers for a powerful fairy. And god - I wish I could rewrite your entire theory and explain in detail why I loved certain parts. How I want to keep this A/N as short as possible so instead I'll recommend that others read her theory.
I don't have much to say except for Vaarwel (Dutch for Goodbye since I'm in Holland.)
Review Please!)